Beiju Luzhou, Beidan Mountain.

Le Shui lifted the big iron kettle from the stove, poured the boiling water, poured it into the bamboo tube teacup, poured the boiling hot water into it, and a few pieces of tea floated up from the bottom of the cup, and the light and fresh tea fragrance floated in the small bamboo house. Holding the teacup, lying on the bamboo chair on his back, smelling the faint fragrance of tea, Leshui only felt comfortable.

This room is very small, with only a bed, a table and this chaise longue where Leshui is lying at the moment, and a pot in the corner of the room. Everything in the house, along with all the housework, is made of bamboo. This is of course because Leshui loves bamboo, but also because Beidan Mountain is full of bamboo. When he was 5 years old, Leshui carried a machete and left the village to go up the mountain alone, and he lived for 3 years.

If you are an ordinary child, you have died countless times, but Leshui is different after all, this 8-year-old child is a 32-year-old middle-aged man Fang Cheng in his bones. Fang Cheng couldn't figure out why, because he was charging and playing games that night, he was blown up by his mobile phone, and as a result, he strangely crossed over to the abandoned baby Leshui. When he crossed over, the time was already a little late, and he didn't know why he was abandoned, and he only remembered that an old man in a housekeeper's costume threw himself at the entrance of the village and drifted away, and then he was picked up by the village butcher and adopted as a son.

Le Butcher is vulgar, his wife Le is tricky and mean, the two of them have never done anything good in their lives, they have a very bad reputation in the village, and they are not filial, Le Butcher's father and mother are unfortunate in their later years, and the father was angry with the Le Butcher, and the old lady also died early because of hunger and cold, and it is because of this couple that they have done such a great sin, and the husband and wife are obviously in their 40s, and they have no heirs.

Le Butcher is heartbroken because he has no children and short daughters on weekdays, but with the reputation of his husband and wife, who is willing to pass on his heirs to this couple. Therefore, the matter of this child has become a problem for the butcher. Coincidentally, he went to the entrance of the village that night, and actually picked up a child, which is a big strange thing, the village is just a dozen families, who have a few dogs, the whole village knows, and now there is an extra child, strange is not strange.

Moreover, this child, all dressed in fine satin, was never in the house of the richest village chief, but now he was wrapped in this little person and thrown at the entrance of the village. Another person said that he couldn't ask left and right to look for a while, and he had to think more about it, but the Le Butcher didn't, he thought that the child was going crazy, and now this baby was simply given to him by God, not to mention that it was still a male baby, and the Le Butcher happily picked up the child and went home.

Because Fangcheng was picked up at the entrance of the village, and there was a river not far away, therefore, the Le butcher named Leshui. On the level of the butcher's chest without ink, he can be like this and has been scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time, for this name, Fang Cheng thinks it is good, quite a bit of artistic conception, the so-called benevolent Leshan, wise Leshui. He liked the word Leshui, so Fang Cheng became the son of the Le Butcher, Leshui.

Speaking of which, although the Le's couple are extremely poor, they are not bad for Leshui, they have not been short of food and clothing since they were young, and Leshui's living conditions are much better than their friends of the same age. It's a pity that such a good day didn't pass for a few years, when Leshui was 5 years old, Le Butcher changed his luck, and Le's old clam gave birth to pearls, who were obviously almost 50 years old, and even gave birth to a son!

As soon as this son was born, Leshui's situation deteriorated every day, and there was meat to eat every day, and now Mo said meat, that is, he couldn't eat rice, and after a while, he understood, the couple didn't talk about family affection, although he also couldn't understand how the 5-year father-son friendship was so easily lost, but now it is clear that Mo said that it is not emotional, and the two of them are eager to die of Leshui, so as not to hinder their son's affairs。

In view of this, Leshui simply told the cheap dad that he was too old and should live independently, and sure enough, Le Butcher didn't care about Leshui being a 5-year-old kid at all, but happily kicked him out of the house. So, with his only property, a blunt knife, Leshui went directly up the mountain, and lived for 3 years.

Beidan Mountain is full of bamboo, since there are bamboo, there are bamboo shoots, relying on this bamboo shoots, even if Leshui is a small age to survive, plus he is ingenious, make some small traps to catch pheasants in the mountains, make a homemade fishing rod to go to the river to fish, and open a small piece of land on the mountainside, self-cultivation and self-living, the small days are also colorful.

On this day, as usual, he was drinking homemade tea leaves and enjoying the beautiful sunshine, when he suddenly heard someone shouting his name. "Happy water, happy water. ”

"It's coming, it's coming. Leshui stood up lazily while responding, and just by listening to the voice, he knew that the person who came was Luo Feng, the grandson of the village chief. There are only a few people in the village, therefore, although Leshui lives in the mountains, he has never broken off his relationship with the village, and compared to the male and female Le Butcher, the people in the village are closer to Leshui. Especially children of the same age, there are only about 20 people when they are full, and they are crazy together when they have nothing to do.

"Leshui, come on, come on, there is an immortal master coming to the village, all the 12-year-olds will go back to the village, if they have qualifications, they can worship the immortal gate." Luo Feng saw Leshui, took Leshui's hand, turned around and ran, explaining while running.

Immortal Master?Le Shui raised his eyebrows and followed behind Luo Feng quietly.

After 8 years, Le Shui knew that this world was different from the previous life, there were monks who could fly to the sky, and these monks were respected by mortals as immortal masters. Occasionally, he can hear about some major events of the immortal masters from the people in the village, which makes him quite envious, and Le Shui has also thought about apprenticeship, but unfortunately, these immortal sects are all far away from the world, and they are not accessible to ordinary people at all. It's just that I heard the village chief say that every few years, there are immortal masters who come to accept apprentices, and Leshui has been looking forward to this day.

"Where is the Immortal Master?" Although the monk couldn't hear it, Le Shui's tone was still quite respectful.

"I don't know, grandpa asked me to call you back quickly. ”

After running with Luo Feng for a long time, he finally ran back to the village, because he ran back from the mountain, and when Leshui arrived, the people in the village had already gathered. The village chief looked at Leshui and his little grandson, raised his hand and signaled the two to hurry into the crowd, and then pestle the cane hard, making a tuk tuk sound, attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, the village chief introduced the situation to everyone, it turned out that the immortal master of the Six Paths Holy Sect was here, and only those under the age of 16 were accepted, and the immortal master needed to personally test something called the spiritual root.

"I'm emphasizing again, under the age of 16, the other time I will be honest, whether I am selected or not, I will keep my mouth shut. ”

The village chief roared a few more times, and when he saw that the people in the village understood, he hurriedly went back to the house and invited the immortal master out, and from a distance, it was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a gloomy face and a cold aura all over his body, dressed in a black and brown Taoist robe, and he always felt unlucky.

"The village chief has made the requirements clear to everyone before, and now those who want to ask for fairy fate will line up over there. The middle-aged Taoist priest said lightly.

Under the command of the village chief, all the children stood in a row. Seeing that everyone was standing, the middle-aged Taoist priest took out a bell from his sleeve, and saw that the bell was the size of an adult's head, but he didn't know how the Taoist priest put it into his small sleeve, and the Taoist priest threw the bell in his hand into the air, and the bell was quietly suspended in mid-air.

Looking at this immortal method beyond the mundane, everyone fell silent.