The land of Central Continent, vast and rich, its east, west and north three sides are endless mountain ranges, the south faces the sea, among which the strange, dangerous, steep and most famous in the north of the Daqing Mountain Range, there are rumors in this strange mountains and mountains, there are people who cultivate immortals and ask the Tao here to absorb the aura between heaven and earth, practice the supreme supernatural power, in order to break through their own shackles, feathered into immortals.

Since the appearance of the legend, countless people have walked all over the mountains, wanting to find the trace of the immortal, learning the art of cultivating the immortal and asking the question, although the trace of the immortal was not found in the end, but often people see the person who cultivates the immortal sword riding the wind, so the immortal saying is not only cold, but more and many legends, attracting more people to find the immortal trace.

A hundred years ago, there were countless countries in the vast land of Middle-earth, and the kings of all countries were eager to wage wars to annex weak countries to expand their territories and strengthen themselves, so the war burned all over the continent of Middle-earth, and in a hundred years, because of the war, the population of the entire Middle-earth continent was sharply reduced by one-third, and the land was barren and the people were not able to make a living.

A hundred years later, all the weak countries were wiped out, forming a situation in which the three kingdoms of Xiao, Han and Wei were in full swing, and the three kingdoms began to resume agriculture and recuperate.

More than ten years have passed since the battle in a flash, and today's Xiao State has been stable and peaceful after several years of development, and it is a prosperous scene.

As the saying goes, martial arts can be anbang, and literature can govern the country, so under the prosperous era, there are many literati and ink writers, many hard students, and countless scholars who have studied hard for ten years, just to gain fame and serve the country loyally.

Nowadays, at the foot of Daqingshan Mountain, there are refugees who fled here to escape the war, and after a long time, they have multiplied and developed into several small villages, where men and women weave and live a self-sufficient life.

Although many years have passed since the war, generations of villagers who have spread out here have made this place their homeland, and even now that the war has passed, they have chosen to continue to live here.

It's just that they understand that their children can't stay in the mountains all their lives like them, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, so the villagers will send their children to the town more than ten miles away to study, in order to be able to gain fame and glory to their ancestors.

Among these children, the youngest son of the old Xiao family, Wensheng, is the most intelligent, and he is quite liked by Mr. Teaching, I heard that he has passed the township examination, and now he has gone to Kyoto to participate in the examination.

It's just that Xiao Wensheng went to Kyoto to catch the exam for a few years, and at the beginning, he often asked someone to bring a letter back to report his safety, but as time went by, this letter became less and less, until finally there was no news.

This year, Xiao Wensheng didn't send letters home for a whole year, and the smile that Daddy Xiao would have always put on his face had not seen for a long time, and he began to become depressed and silent.

Autumn in Daqingshan is a rainy season, and at this time, it will often rain and drizzle, and it will be several days at a time.

Just like today, the light rain casts a hazy veil over the Daqing Mountains, making it like a bride with a veil, mysterious and heartwarming.

In this hazy drizzle, a man's figure appeared on the bluestone path at the foot of the mountain, staggering in the direction of the depths of the mountain.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, with a pair of muddy cloth shoes on his feet, and he looked like a dusty servant, and a black hairpin tied up his hair at will, but there were a few restless strands hanging down, wet by the drizzle, and mischievous droplets of water sliding down these strands of hair.

Although this man's appearance is not handsome, he has the elegance of a scholar, and it must be the temperament formed by perennial reading.

From a distance, the young man who looked like a scholar had a slightly pale face, a blue stubble on his chin, a book basket on his back, and an oil-paper umbrella lying quietly in the book basket.

The scholar held a small wine jar in his hand, and every time he walked, he would take a sip.

A pair of misty eyes are clearly a little drunk.

It seems that this should be a scholar who has returned from the list.

The scholar raised his right hand and wiped the rain that was about to slip on his forehead with his sleeve, and looked ahead, the road in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar.

A few years have passed like this, and I don't know if my parents are good at home?

It's just that...... , Hey, the scholar sighed heavily, his face was full of helplessness and a trace of unwillingness.

"What else do I have to go back?"

The scholar muttered to himself.

Raising his head and looking at the peak on the right, he vaguely remembered that halfway up the mountainside, there was a cliff called Wangfu Cliff, which was thousands of feet deep and bottomless.

Legend has it that during the war, a woman's husband went out to fight and did not return for ten years, and the woman would come to the cliff every day to look outside in the hope that her husband would return. When the situation of the Three Kingdoms was formed and the war was over, the woman learned that her husband had died in battle.

The woman came to the edge of the cliff and wept for three days and three nights, and then jumped down.

The husband is dead, but the woman is not alone.

"My husband is dead, my wife is not living alone, what about a loyal woman, what about me? I went to Beijing to take the exam with great ambitions, but at this moment I am depressed and return to my hometown, what is the point of living?"

The scholar erected the wine jar and poured a sip of wine, which slid down from the corner of his mouth mixed with rainwater, and took a step towards Wangfu Cliff.

The sea of fog was surging, the smoke and rain were hazy, standing on the edge of the Wangfu Cliff, looking at the mountains shrouded in fog, the scholar lost his mind for a while.

The scholar brought the bookbasket behind him to his side, and there were a few books randomly placed in the bookbasket, which had been wet by the drizzle, and the ink had spread.

There was a trace of reluctance in the scholar's eyes, he hesitated slightly, and suddenly threw the book basket to the bottom of the cliff, and the books in the book basket scattered and fell towards the cliff.

The scholar looked at the book basket that fell to the bottom of the cliff, and the look of resentment and reluctance in his expression became even stronger, and he raised the wine jar violently and poured a large sip into his mouth.

The wine was spicy, and he choked uncomfortably, but it couldn't compare to the discomfort in his heart.

"Xiao Wensheng, Xiao Wensheng, you have been studying the book of sages for more than ten years, learning rich and rich, full of wealth, and once made an oath that you will not return if you do not win the champion. ”

"But how do you know that the officials and eunuchs protect each other, how can a poor boy in a mountain village win the champion. ”

After roaring, the scholar who called himself Xiao Wensheng raised the wine jar again, poured a few sips into his mouth, and the spilled wine went down the scholar's neck and wet the green shirt on his chest.

"More than ten years, and how many years of life can be squandered. ”

The scholar laughed miserably, picked up the wine jar, poured a sip, and went down several times, but there was not much wine left in the jar, and the drunkenness in the scholar's eyes became even stronger.

"How will you live your life in the future? Pretend not to hear the discussion and pointing behind the villagers' backs, and be an ordinary teacher, and live this life so plainly?"

"I, Xiao Wensheng can't do it, it's better to die happily now than to live like that. ”

"Parents at home, my son is sorry for you, and I will repay you for your nurturing grace in the next life. ”

"And this wine, I don't know if it can be drunk in the afterlife. ”

The scholar's eyes were already blurred, and he suddenly poured down the weak wine that was left, threw the wine jar to the bottom of the cliff, closed his eyes and jumped down, with a look of relief on his face and a trace of reluctance to the world.

The cold mountain wind whistled in his ears, and his weightless body fell rapidly down the cliff.

With a "plop", the scholar only felt that he had fallen face down on the ground.

An old man's voice came from not far away: "I sought death and life at a young age, and wasted such a piece of jade in vain." ”

This time it was really a hard fall, and the scholar only felt a little dizzy in his head, and when he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that he was still on the edge of the cliff.

An old man in a shabby gray robe, with somewhat messy hair and a dark red wine gourd in his hand, stood in front of Xiao Wensheng, drinking wine by himself.

"Old man, did you save me?"

The scholar endured the pain all over his body and got up, covered in mud.

"Bah, what old man, am I that old?"

When the old man heard the scholar call him an old man, he immediately became furious and put his entire face completely in front of the scholar's face.

The old man's ghostly movements really startled the scholar again.

The originally a little confused head instantly sobered up a lot, and if you look closely, although the old man's hair is a little gray, the skin on his face is extremely white and tender, like a baby, and what is even more strange is that at this time, the drizzle is constantly falling, but there is no trace of rain being wet on the hair of the old man.

"Not old, not old, Xiaosheng drank too much wine for a while and looked away, I hope you don't be surprised. ”

The scholar stood up and said to the old Tao, just finished speaking, his expression was decadent, he jumped down with the strength of the wine just now but was saved by the old Taoist, and now the wine has been awakened for seven points, but there is no wine to drink, how can he have the courage to jump down again.

"Old man, I am bent on dying, why do you want to save me?

"I've lived for hundreds of years and haven't lived enough, why are you a young man looking for death? This old Taoist looked leisurely, and from time to time he drank a sip of wine in the gourd, so unhappy.

"Don't deceive me, although I haven't been admitted to the fame, but I have also read the books of sages for so many years, how can a person live for so long, like the old man in my village can live past ninety is already considered a high lifespan, how can he live hundreds of years. When the scholar heard the old man's words, he was very disapproving, thinking that the old man wanted to deceive him.

You must know that this world is far more exciting than you imagined, and what you just said is just the world of mortals, and the rules that this world follows are birth, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle of cause and effect, and the world I am in is the world of cultivators, and the people of this world feel the power between heaven and earth, break through their own shackles, and seek the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, in order to achieve the realm of eternal immortality. ”

"Are you talking about the legendary cultivators in the depths of the mountain? They are just rumors. The scholar looked incredulous.

"This group of people is real, but you mortals can't easily see them. After saying that, the old man wiped his chin and took a sip of wine.

"Are you?"

"Of course, and the mountain gate of my sect is in this Daqing Mountain Range, I happened to pass by here today, and I saw that you are also a piece of jade, and you can shine with a little polishing, I can't bear you to bury your life like this, so I rescued you." The old man picked up the gourd, took another sip and said.

"You don't have to make up such a lie to comfort me, the person who asks the fairy only appears in absurd and boring novels, but don't worry, my husband, I won't go to death again, go back to the town, be a teacher, and spend the rest of my life. ”

Scholar Xiao Wensheng's face was gloomy, and he turned around and walked down the mountain.

"I see that you have a spiritual root, and you are born with a seven-trick exquisite heart, which is the body of the knots, this is a gift from God to you, so spending this life in the mortal world is really burying the talent given to you by God, Old Man Lu has pointed it out to you, how to choose depends on yourself, whether to be an ordinary person to live plainly for decades, or to gamble, follow me to see a world you don't know. ”

The old man ignored Xiao Wensheng and walked far away, and said lightly.

Xiao Wensheng, who had walked more than ten meters, slowly stopped, turned around, and stared at the old man for a while, the old man's expression was calm, not like he was joking, and recalled that he had obviously jumped towards the bottom of the cliff just now, and the old man didn't know how to save himself.

But suddenly someone told you that there was a powerful cultivator in this world, and that there was one standing in front of you, which was completely beyond the scope of the scholar's knowledge, and he really couldn't believe it for a while.

"Can I gain eternal life by practicing with you?" the scholar asked, trying to accept the old way.

The old Taoist shook his head, sighed and said: "The vast immortal path, how can it be so easy to achieve positive results, it is thousands of times more difficult than you to obtain fame, and the cultivation of my generation is just to live a few hundred years more freely in this world, and it is still easy to do it with your qualifications." The old man said.

"But I still can't believe that there are cultivators in this world, as long as you make me believe it, what does it matter if I cultivate immortals with you. The scholar said flatly.

"Then take you to my Haotian Sword Sect and take a look, and you will know that there are still worlds in this world that you don't know. The old man said, and threw the wine gourd in his hand into the air.

In the scholar's stunned eyes, he saw that the wine gourd grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to more than two zhang long, floating quietly three feet above the ground.

"From. The old man waved his right hand towards Xiao Wensheng, and the scholar only felt that his feet were held up by a soft wind, and his body actually floated up and fell into the middle of the gourd, and the old man was already sitting cross-legged on the gourd, and with a whoosh, the gourd turned into a streamer and flew into the distance, leaving only Xiao Wensheng's shouts and the laughter of the old man still echoing here.