Winter goes to spring, and before you know it, it's the season of spring and March. Spring is a season of revival of all things, with willows and rivers thawing. The wild flowers bloom all over the mountains, colorful, and I don't know how to provoke the spring heart of the girl.

Xuelongzhai does not make a living from agriculture, so naturally it does not have to pay attention to the season. Every day, I drink when I should drink, and I go out to rob when I should go out to rob, and I am not moved by the time of day. It's just that unlike previous years, the young bookkeeper unexpectedly set up a school in the village. Everyone laughed at this Sun Xiucai for being stupid in reading, they were all a group of horse thieves, what was the use of reading that idle book, could it be that he could still enter Beijing to take the top prize? Everyone took this as a joke and didn't take it seriously.

But Sun Hao didn't feel funny at all. After he woke up that day, he almost went to Long Zaitian to compromise, but fortunately he was awakened by Xiao Liu Xiang's words. At that time, Liu Xiang was guarding his bed and said to him seriously: "Master, Xiao Xiang is wrong, Xiao Xiang must study hard in the future, and he will never dare to make the master angry again." When Xiao Xiang goes to Beijing to take the top prize in the future, he must be filial to his master. ”

When Sun Hao heard this, he was like thunder and fell into deep thought. I remember that when I was young, my father was injured when he went hunting in the mountains, and he was lying on the sickbed, and he knelt beside the bed like Liu Xiang, and swore to his father that he would study hard and get ahead. But what are you doing now, what are you doing! I want to be a horse thief in a small cottage, a horse thief who is scolded by others!

Thinking of the scene that day, Sun Hao couldn't help but have wet eyes, insisting on faith is the most important way for a person to survive. If you give up your faith for the sake of a little frustration and temptation, then what face do you have to face your parents? He made up his mind that even if he died, he would not change his original intention and compromise with Long Zaitian. Even if you are trapped in the village all your life, your true heart will never change. So when he recovered from his illness, he did not go to the dragon to return to heaven.

The strange thing is that Long Zaitian did not come to him again, it seems that he has forgotten the agreement with him, and he does not see anyone every day, and he does not know what he is busy with. Sun Hao was at ease, but he didn't care about him, and set up a primary school in his own courtyard. After finishing the affairs of the tent every day, he taught Liu Xiang and a few children who came to join in the excitement to read, and the days were also leisurely.

On this day, the sky was high, and Sun Hao came to the account room early to settle the income brought back by a team of horse thieves who went out on a mission yesterday. He now does not refuse Long Zaitian's arrangement, just waiting for Long Zaitian to have a day and a life, so that he can escape from this cottage.

While he was thinking, his hand involuntarily touched a tear-like blue crystal hanging from his neck, and he frowned a little puzzled. This sapphire was one of the jewels that Long Zaitian grabbed at random for him that day, and it was originally inconspicuous in the dazzling jewels, but I don't know how to do it. He was in a coma, a pile of jewels were scattered on the ground, but the crystal strangely ran into his arms. Liu Daring saw it when he undressed him and rescued him, thinking that it was Sun Hao's precious thing, so he found a bag and wrapped it up, hung it around Sun Hao's neck, and was brought to the present by Sun Hao.

What made Sun Hao even more strange was that since he brought this crystal, he felt refreshed, and seemed to have endless strength. Once I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, ran a little hurriedly, and didn't put on my clothes. It wasn't until after venting that I found myself naked, but in the cold February wind, I didn't feel a trace of cold. Only then did he know that this crystal was a treasure, and he wore it close to his body every day to prevent others from discovering it.

He pinched the crystal with some indignation, and thought fiercely in his heart, Long Zaitian, an old horseman, hadn't come to the account office for more than a month, shouldn't he have died somewhere. But he didn't know that the dragon he had been cursing was waiting at the gate of the village early with a dozen of his subordinates, not knowing where to greet the distinguished guests.

Long Zaitian has been in a good mood recently, so good that even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have faded a little. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he was invited to participate in the lantern festival in Jiuzhai and Eighteen Townships. At the wine table, Liu Zhenjiang revealed a news that there were immortals in the mountains who wanted to come out of the mountains to recruit apprentices in the village. The village leaders present were a little confused, and they didn't know what it meant, but Long Zaitian chuckled in his heart, he knew the meaning behind this matter.

Lingbei is close to the 100,000 mountains, and it is an out-and-out poor place. On weekdays, fierce beasts are rampant in the mountains, and naturally no one dares to go deeper. But there is a legend that has been circulating in Lingbei for generations, and there is a group of immortals living in the depths of the 100,000 mountains, each of whom can fly into the sky and the earth, move mountains and seas, and one person can deal with a country. But these immortals disdained to set foot in the human world, and each of them lived in seclusion and lived a hermit-like life. According to some old people, the gods in the mountains would come out of the mountains every once in a while and pick some spiritual mortals as apprentices. But for a long time, the old people also listened to the older generation, and they didn't see it with their own eyes, and over time, they were regarded as legends.

But Long Zaitian has seen the gods in the mouths of the old people with his own eyes. At that time, he was still young, committed an accident, fled all the way to Lingbei, got lost, and was lying on the river drinking water, and suddenly found that there seemed to be two people on the top of a big tree in the distance. He thought he was dazzled, so he approached him, only to find that it was indeed two people, a young man and an old man. The two of them were still a foot or two away from the treetops, and they didn't know what they were stepping on, floating in the air, facing each other. The dragon could see the two of them open their mouths in the skylight, but they couldn't hear a sound. He wanted to get closer and listen to what the two had to say, but unexpectedly, the two suddenly fought.

Immortals fight, naturally not like mortals, hand-to-hand combat. The old man didn't know where to take out some strange-shaped magic weapons, and with spells in his mouth, a gourd only the size of a fist rose to the size of a grinding plate, highlighting the raging fireworks. Not to be outdone, the other man offered several flying swords that the storyteller often said, stabbing at the other party like lightning and flint. For a while, fireworks were rolling, and swords were shining. The dragon dared to look at it again in the sky, and was busy hugging his head and running around. The two immortals probably didn't take him seriously, and no one paid attention to him, just fighting on their own, scaring a dragon in the sky and almost fainting. It wasn't until nearly a stick of incense had passed that the young man withdrew his flying sword, and threw down a sentence with some indignation: "Old Monster Song, you robbed me of the elixir and robbed me of the spirit stone today, and I will find this field one day." ”

The old man also laughed: "The old man is always with you." ”

The two of them didn't seem to be able to fight anymore, so they each dropped a few cruel words and went backwards, leaving only the trembling dragon in the sky. It wasn't until more than an hour had passed that Long Zai dared to raise his head. When I saw it, I was surprised that in front of it, a bush the size of a wheat field had disappeared, leaving only some traces of swords and fires. Long Zaitian didn't know that he had met the immortals, but these two immortals were a little fierce and almost killed him. He left here with trepidations, and never told anyone about it, which was the biggest secret in his heart.

Now, he suddenly heard that the gods in the mountains were going to come to the village to recruit apprentices, and he believed half of it. Liu Zhenjiang is an old fox, he dares to say this, which means that this is eighty percent true, and he can't make such a joke and offend everyone. It's just that when he thinks about it, he has mixed feelings. The joy is that there is such an immortal fate, and he can have the advantage of knowing this matter earlier than others, and when the time comes, he will be respectful, and the immortals who will definitely recruit him will look at it differently, and maybe the immortals will recruit themselves into the immortal gate. I'm worried that I'm not too young, and I'm afraid that this old bone fairy can't look down on it. But he thought that his son Long Xinghai was still young and had a great opportunity, and he also prepared some gifts, maybe he could send Xinghai into the immortal gate. If it can be favored by the immortals, what is this small Snow Dragon Village, and what if it is handed over to Qin Shuangjiang. and Sun Hao, who gave him a headache, also handed it over to Qin Shuangjiang and asked him to have a headache, he has a fairy son, as long as he enjoys the blessings, whoever dares to touch himself will be the emperor of this Lingbei at that time.

Just thinking about it, a cloud of dust floated in the distance, it seemed to be a big horse team, I am afraid that the main lord is coming, Long Zaitian hurriedly stood up straight to welcome the arrival of the immortals.

Wang Hao leaned on the car window and looked at the scenery outside the window in a daze with some irritability, not caring about his identity as an immortal. He was originally an inner disciple of the Qizhu Sect of Jinniu Mountain, and he was also the mainstay of the three generations of disciples of the Qizhu Sect, but with the decline of the sect, even an inner disciple like him had to go out for the development of the sect. It's just that he was unlucky, and he got the task of going out to recruit disciples, which was troublesome and had no oil and water. Fortunately, he has a junior brother Gongsun Hu who was born in the Song Kingdom, and he is very familiar with the environment in the Lingbei area, so he is highly recommended to come here to recruit disciples. With this Gongsun Hu's letter of recommendation, I contacted the head of the person here, which saved a lot of trouble.

But even so, Wang Hao still has the boss's resentment. This time and forth, it is necessary to delay a few months, and in this mundane place, the aura is thin, which delays a lot of my cultivation. The most hateful thing is that these mortals still dare to doubt their own identity, ask questions about themselves, and even dare to hide the young people in the village and prevent themselves from testing their spiritual roots. He was angry for a while, so he killed a few village owners in front of him, and they were all much more honest. There is another village in front, if the owner of this village is obedient, if he is disobedient, I am afraid that he will still have to sacrifice a flying sword to complete the test. Thinking of this, he made a cruel sneer, lowered the curtain and closed his eyes.

The car slowly stopped, Wang Hao was still sitting in the car peacefully, he didn't want to go down to eat soil, it was better to wait until the dust cleared and then get out of the car safely. But suddenly a loud voice outside the car yelled loudly at his driver: "The main dragon of Xuelong Zhai welcomes the immortals in the sky, and wishes the immortals happiness like the East China Sea, and longevity and heaven." ”

Wang Hao couldn't help but be a little surprised, all the way he went, those mortals all had a suspicious attitude towards themselves, even if they greeted him, they just hugged their fists, but they didn't expect this village owner to be well-behaved, it seems that he doesn't have to kill himself this time.

He waited until the dust cleared, lifted the curtain and stepped out of the car, where he saw a dozen people kneeling in front of the frame. An old man at the head was looking at him expectantly, which made him even more satisfied, this is the treatment that an immortal like himself should receive. He smiled and nodded, and said indifferently: "Get up, this immortal came today to find a disciple with immortal roots, as long as you help this immortal, this immortal will give you an elixir, so that you and others will live forever." ”

Long Zaitian heard Wang Hao say this, he was overjoyed, got up and stepped forward, and didn't even pat the soil on his knees, so he flattered Wang Hao and said: "The immortals have arrived, we should greet them, the etiquette is not careful, and I hope that the immortals will atone for their sins, but I don't know what the immortals need the little old man to do, and the little old man should serve himself." ”

"Hahahaha, you're a good old man, Ben Xian remembers. You go now, the boys and girls over ten years old and under the twenty years old in your village will gather for me, and the immortals will cast spells to find disciples with immortal roots. Do it quickly, if you do it well, this immortal will have its own reward. ”

"Yes, yes, little old man will do it. Xiao Wu, treat the immortals well, and the old man will come when he goes. After finishing speaking, he ran into the village and looked at Liu Zhenjiang, who had been following Wang Hao's side, dumbfounded. This dragon was also a tough guy back then, and he laid down such a big country in Lingbei, but he didn't expect this old man to have such a flattering side, it's really unseemly. Liu Zhenjiang shook his head and sighed with emotion.

In less than a stick of incense, Long Zaitian gathered the young people in the village in the square in the center of the village, and the crowd was bustling, not to mention three or four hundred. The people in the stockade didn't know what was happening, and they all gathered around the square to look at their children and talk with some worry.

Long Zai sent someone to entertain Wang Hao to drink tea and eat early in the morning, and now that everyone was gathered, he asked someone to invite him over. Wang Hao was eating and drinking just right, and when he heard that everyone had been found, he staggered into the square, and sat on the special chair set up for him by Long Zaitian on the platform. He hadn't tasted worldly food for a long time, and today was a feast, but the little aura contained in the meal was not in his eyes. After luck and all the food was gone, he leaned back on the chair with satisfaction, and asked Long Zaitian, who was standing respectfully on the side: "Master of the Dragon Village, everyone has been found, is there anything missing?"

Long Zaitian hurriedly replied: "If you return to the immortals, the three hundred boys and girls who are over ten years old and under the age of twenty in this village are here, please ask the immortals to cast spells." ”

Wang Hao nodded with satisfaction, and was about to start exploring the spiritual roots of this group of people, but a gloomy voice came from the audience, which made his brows furrow.

"I'm afraid you've miscalculated the number of people, aren't you the boss, there are more than these boys and girls in our village?"