The willows are still in the woods, the cypress trees are forested, and the mountain flowers are like brocade weaving.

Birds chirp, insects chirp everywhere, and the wind is cheerful.

On the looming mountain path, a ragged little flower walks happily!

No, it was a little Taoist, although the Taoist robe was torn into strips of cloth, although the wooden hairpin on his head was crooked to the edge of the sky, although the dwarf man was thin and wild in the wild, it was still a small Taoist.

And he is a little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows and a smart body.

The clear spring water washes away the mud, the fresh air soaks the skin, and the mind opens up with the vision, and the body grows with the vegetation. This is the aura between heaven and earth, pure without a trace of pollution, and finally said to wander in this mountain wilderness, and the worldly breath is slowly moving away. After many days of playing around, I have developed a pair of flexible legs and feet, and in the end, climbing vines and geese have also exercised a healthy body. Heaven rewards hard work, and there are additional gains in addition to hard work, look, look! The little Taoist priest is filled with an inexplicable fairy aura at this time!

Immortals?

This immortal man is, of course, a Taoist who is willing to be a savage. And that immortal aura is just a stronger and stronger wild aura on his body recently. The Shanren plan was being implemented step by step, and Boss Fang was no longer satisfied with the nearby mountains, and stretched out his tentacles to the mountains and valleys farther and farther away. No, the courage is getting bigger and bigger, at this time the Wuzi Peak has been left behind him, forward, forward, forward! In front of it is a towering peak, on which there are many huge rocks, each with different shapes! That's, what kind of peak is that? Forget it, care about it, go up and take a look!

-- That's the Four Sacred Peaks to the south.

It was noon, and the peak still seemed out of reach. This section of the mountain road is very unclose, and Daoist Fang walked straight and his mouth was dry and panting, so he had to sit on the side of the path to rest. Looking at the road on the left, and looking at the peak in the distance on the right, Daoist Fang was a little distracted for a while. Wuzi Peak climbed all over one by one, except for the nameless spring, there is nothing strange in other places, I didn't pick up any treasures, I only encountered three or five times of danger, but there was no danger coming, luck luck, that is luck, a genius hero boy, God will definitely bless you!

Daoist Fang jumped up, cheered up and got back on the road, walking and walking, suddenly!

However, I saw that there were several huts not far from the left, standing quietly on a small low hill, like a few gray and white insect eggs next to each other on the green vegetable leaves: "Hey, the house? There are people? Strange and strange, take a closer look! Look closely at the vertical and horizontal areas of the mountain, planted with dozens of large and small gardens of flowers and plants, a few huts are made of rough wood, the pilasters are mottled, and the roof is covered with yellow thatch, which looks very simple. Could it be that someone took the lead and became a wild man in this mountain? Daoist Fang secretly claimed to be surprised, and he was busy pulling grass and stepping stones, and touched the past with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

There were no people, no roads, bushes in front of them, and thorns on the left and right.

Fortunately, the terrain was open and flat, and after a short time, he climbed to the top of the low mountain, and Daoist Fang settled down and broke into this-

Strange place.

Surrounded by a tuft of verdant greenery, there are occasionally colorful flowers blooming in a few places, and the sunlight shines on the crowded grass and trees, showing the vigor and vigor of its vitality. The strong smell of flowers and plants, and the faint smell of earth, are really refreshing. Daoist Fang turned a blind eye and walked straight to the huts. Everywhere is neatly cared for, there is not a single weed between the seedlings, and the dripping dew on the stems and leaves shows that it has only been watered for a short time.

Looking at this frame, the person who lives here should not be a savage, and the savage does not have a lot of spare work. What is it planted? What does it do? It can't be eaten or drunk, it's not much fun, it's boring! Hey, people in the house, don't you hurry up and come out? Don't hide the cat anymore, the genius hero is coming! Stretching his neck and muttering a few words, he held his breath and waited for a while, but no one came out of the hut. Daoist Fang let out a long breath and put the heart back in his stomach.

Nobody! Haha, nobody! Go in and see what the treasure is, and bring him a pot!

Wonderful! Wonderful! One, two, three, four, four broken houses, where to start, think about it first.

Baby, the first room opened, and Boss Fang was overjoyed. There are all kinds of treasures, all kinds of treasures are placed on the ground hanging on the wall, and many treasures that you can't think of and look hard for are here! It is precisely stepping on the iron shoes that there is no place to find, and it takes no effort to get them, with these treasures, you can go anywhere in the deep mountains and old forests, and with these treasures, you can eat and drink every day without worrying about your mouth full of oil! Look! Look! These are all good things!

It's just a utility room with a kitchen. There is a stone stove, a water tank, several benches, pots and pans, and there are a lot of rice, flour, oil and salt. There were neat stacks of firewood in the corners, and long and short utensils hung on the walls, nothing more than hoes, firewood, knives, shovels, shovels, etc., but they were not as clean as words, and there was not a single star of dirt, and there were harpoons, and animal clips? Oh, there were bows and arrows hanging there!

These ordinary and unremarkable things are exactly the treasures that Boss Fang dreams of, not to mention that they are not rare, and the meaning is very different! This is a tool, a tool! With this, the monkey suddenly evolved into a human, the savage suddenly became a hunter, the Taoist suddenly became a mountain man, and the self-sufficient life is close at hand, and the mountain man's plan is about to be realized, so it is not far from the immortals! Good luck! Luck can not be stopped, Daoist Fang was full of joy for a while, and his mouth was crooked!

Treasure land, treasure land! There is a big surprise in one room, what treasures are in those few? Maybe it's some gold and silver, treasure swords, martial arts cheats with elixir or something! Daoist Fang can't wait, anyway, the things are here, wait a while, and then come to the next pot, go to the next room to take a look!

The second room opened, just as stunned. On one side is dense, baskets of herbs, and on the other side are countless altars and jars. In the middle, there is a stove and several casseroles, which are thought to be used by the master here. Nothing of those, just an inexplicable aroma rushing into the nose, fluttering, taoran, top-heavy, I don't know why, that is, wine! It is the smell of wine, the intoxicating fragrance. Legend has it that good wine does not have to be eaten, and you will get drunk when you smell it, and Daoist Fang is drunk at the moment, and his steps are vain for a while, and his body is so light that he seems to be about to float up, and he doesn't know the southeast and west!

Come on, come on, come on a bowl, dry!

Drink and pour, pour and drink, one bite at a time, bowl after bowl!

Fortunately, Boss Fang was not a person in this way, and he was only confused for a while, and he had already sobered up. When I was young, I sighed and walked around, and sure enough, there was a large vat hidden in the corner, and when I lifted the lid, I suddenly smelled of wine, and most of the jars in it were bright and shiny, and I tasted a little spicy. The person who lives here must be a drunkard, ha! Could he have fallen asleep drunk and now lying in the next room? Daoist Fang became more and more curious, stopped staying for the moment, and went out to the third room.

There was still no one, and the drunkard was not in it.

But in this room, there are so many strange and innumerable tricks that Daoist Fang is dumbfounded, and he can't move half a step for a while! What is that? The crossbow is made of stainless steel, and the iron car is held in the bronze gunner. The shelves on the table are filled with strange things of different sizes, which makes people dazzled and almost suspect that they are in a dream. It is not gold or silver, gold and silver are incomparable, it is not a treasure, it is better than a treasure. For Boss Fang, no matter what things he sees, he can't compare to this room of miscellaneous, this is his childhood dream, this is his childhood longing, this is his favorite toy, what a toy! What a delicate workmanship? What a wonderful idea? What a superb craftsmanship? What a peculiar idea?

This, this is, this is, what kind of person is this! Could it be that there is not one person living here, but a family? Only the naughty boy loves to tinker with these things, and I guess that the man is doing these things for his child, but I don't know if it is a boy or a girl? Or is it a couple? Or a large group? Many children, a child, that child must be the happiest child in the world, and there are so many interesting things, and it is not appropriate to give them to a fairy! After looking around for a long time, thinking about it for a while, Daoist Fang was envious and jealous in his heart, and he was even more curious about that person. There are too many treasures to take for a while, so go to the last room first, maybe there is a better baby, maybe the person is there!

The door is generally open, and it is gently pushed open.

In the room, there is a bed, a tail, a table, a stool, and a pot and a cup. Quiet and simple, there is nothing surprising about it, only the sea of books and classics, which occupy three walls in a grand manner, and the faint fragrance of ink comes to the face, but it adds a bit of mystery to the place. The small bed is narrow and narrow, allowing only one person to lie down, and the cup is single, and the person wants to live alone. The tea was still warm when I touched it, but the man was not in the house, and there was no trace of him inside and outside, so where was the man?

Looking around, I was at a loss for a moment.

People are more angry than people, you see the same person, how free and easy people are? Think about the same wild people, look at other people, this wild man, they are about to catch up with the immortals! Who is this? Who is this? Who is this? Who is this? Who is this? Who is this here, living a fairy-like life? Daoist Fang was full of doubts, walked around with his hands behind his back for a while, felt thirsty again, sat down and drank a few sips of tea, and felt tired again, and lay down on the bed on all fours, intending to rest for a while.

Outside the window, the blue sky and white clouds, and the occasional crisp song of mountain birds in the distance, make it even quieter.

The wind blows through the cheeks, the tips of the hair rise and fall, the wind blows the corners of the eyes, the eyes are half-open and half-closed, the wind blows through the heart, and the people dream back. One is unfamiliar, the other is self-cooked. Daoist Fang has always been uninhibited, regardless of life or death, and he eats and sleeps well wherever he goes. Where is this, where is it, he will sleep when he says he will sleep, and he will not be afraid that the savage will come back and strangle him to death? It doesn't matter what he does, he will eat when he is hungry, and he will sleep when he is sleepy, and there is not much difference between living in a daze and dying in a daze.

Anyway, here comes the guests.

When the host is not there, the guest is the host.

One side is a genius hero boy who wants to occupy the mountain and become the king, and the other side is a mysterious person who occupies the mountain to eat, drink and play, and also occupies a territory, it is inevitable to meet in the mountains, sooner or later, fate. In any case, Daoist Fang is here, and it is very interesting to see here, he has been classified as a treasure land, and he is afraid that he will not be able to leave. In any case, the happiness of one person will be changed into the happiness of two, otherwise, two savages will have to die sooner or later if they grab the territory.

I slept until the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, and the sun had not yet set when I woke up.

Seeing that the red moon in the west is still there, the thin window paper can't block the light of the road, the light reflects the four walls, and thousands of books have finally landed on a pair of loose sleepy eyes: "Ha-" Daoist Fang yawned, stretched his waist again, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth in a daze, and realized that he was asleep again: "Oh! Why are you still here? I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today, that long face, ruler and whip, it's not good! It's not good!"

When I was dazed, I looked back at the east window.

A pair of eyes looking through the window, warm and moist, like two curved moons.