It was late, and a small mountain village under the Xuefeng Mountain in Hunan was gradually shrouded in twilight.

The adults who went out to work have not yet returned, and the children who are studying are also playing and laughing on the road, and the small mountain village seems quite peaceful.

There is a huge camphor tree at the head of the village, which is hundreds of years old. It is said that under the tree live the land lord and the land wife, in a radius of dozens of miles, it is a well-known miracle. Whoever has something going on, as long as you sincerely bring some fruit to make offerings, respectfully pray for the land grandfather and the land grandmother who live under the tree, if you are sick, you can find it, and you can find it, it is generally immediate.

Under the big camphor tree, the family surnamed Feng lives in the same family, and the ancestors have been in a single line for generations, and the people are not very prosperous.

A few years ago, the old man went out to collect medicine, and he hasn't come back today, leaving four people at home, an old grandmother, a pillar son Feng Dazhu, and a handsome and pungent daughter-in-law, Xue Mancui.

The couple went up to the mountains to work, and the grandmother took her five-year-old grandson to watch over the door and cook outside.

As the sun set, the twilight was four, and the village gradually became full of cooking smoke, and the old Feng family floated up the cooking smoke and began to cook.

When I was young, my grandmother was a good worker, and when I got older, she cooked or something, just like playing. At this time, the meal was ready early, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs were clear, so he took Xiao Feng Yiting and sat in front of the gate waiting for his son and daughter-in-law.

Feng Yiting is five years old this year, with a strong tiger head and a strong brain, very cute, at this time he carried a small bench, sat on the small stool in a regular manner, and pestered the grandmother in front of him to tell him stories.

The old grandmother greeted the villagers passing by without a ride, and looked at her son and daughter-in-law from afar with a fan.

I heard Feng Yiting say in a milky voice: "Grandma, tell me a story, okay?"

The wet nurse was over sixty years old, and at this time, her son and daughter-in-law had not yet come, so she looked at her grandson lovingly, patted his head with the fan in her hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, grandma will tell you the story of the Three Immortal Caves and the Fierce Dragon Cave!"

So he opened the frame and began to say: "The Fierce Dragon Cave is in Xuefeng Mountain, and it is a scary cave. Legend has it that there was a fierce dragon that flew bigger than a mountain. can spray water, and casually drown the Manchu realm, so the old hair is ......"

The grandson hurriedly shouted: "Grandma, I've heard this, change it." ”

The old grandmother was stunned for a moment, smiled and said, "You have listened to grandma's story, so what should you do?"

The grandson thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to hear something I haven't heard, grandma." ”

The old grandmother groaned for a while, and then said, "Okay, grandma will tell you the story of the Kunlun faction." ”

"Don't listen. The little grandson said, "This father told me that I can memorize it." ”

The old grandmother was stunned again, she fanned a few fans, and saw that there was no one around, and then said mysteriously: "Or, grandma will tell you the story of Zhenxian Valley today?"

The little guy was overjoyed, and quickly moved the stool forward, looking at his grandmother very attentively.

The old grandmother then said: "Zhenxian Valley, I don't know where the road is." There is an immortal barrier, and mortals can't see it at all. There is a deep river in this valley, and it is said that the river has no bottom, and I don't know how deep the road is. ”

Feng Yiting's father, who is said to be a disciple of the Kunlun faction, came here in seclusion many years ago. He was born five years ago, and he has been practicing with his father since he was a child, and the kung fu he practiced is called "The Key to Mixed Yuan Nacai", which belongs to the Kunlun faction. This set of mental methods was passed down by Feng Yiting's ancestors. He started when he was three years old and has been practicing for two years.

In the past two years, Xiao Feng Yiting has become a lot stronger, his body is great, strong and solid, I don't know how cute and pitiful Lu Dao is.

In the past, before his parents came back from work, his grandmother took her grandson and told him stories.

The old man used to not let the children tell this story. However, the old man went out to collect medicine, and the grandmother was so entangled by her grandson that she couldn't do anything, so she moved this story out to deal with it. She talked eloquently at this time, and the little grandson didn't blink his eyes, and gradually forgot about this taboo.

Legend has it that there is a drowning river in Zhenxian Valley, which is so light that even goose feathers will sink, it is called Zhenxian River.

On both sides of the river are cliffs, and ordinary people can't go down to the river at all.

The river flows out of the cliffs, through the valleys, and then flows into the bottom of the cliffs and disappears.

Zhenxian Temple, built in the air on a protruding cliff valley. The mountain is so steep that it is impossible to climb at all, and I don't know when the road was built. The immortal temple was empty, and the main altar in the temple did not have any statues, only an arm-thick iron chain. The iron chain was coiled on the altar, and at the end it went around the back of the altar and stretched directly into a well.

This is an ancient deep well, and it is said that it leads to the Zhenxian River.

Moreover, at the other end of the chain, a terrible evil god is locked.

Because of the fear that this evil god would escape, it is said that the four walls of the ancient well of Zhenxian Temple are full of charms and scriptures, and a powerful magic weapon is used to hang in the middle of the well. In addition, directly above the wellhead, there is also an ancient bell firmly pressed.

Legend has it that this is an extremely ancient divine bell with powerful mana and supernatural powers. Whoever dares to ring this ancient bell will alarm the evil gods of Zhenxian River and cause a great disaster.

When the grandmother said this, the grandson asked curiously, "Grandma, who is locked up, and what is your name?"

Grandma smiled: "This locked god was created when Pangu didn't open the heavens and the earth, and his name is Chaos." ”

"Chaos?" the grandson repeated curiously, and said in a milky voice, "Is it the kind sold in the town?"

Grandma smiled and told him, "No, this is a great fairy, but it's amazing!"

At this moment, they heard a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky! A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and suddenly smashed into the camphor tree in front of their house, which was nearly a hundred years old, and was struck by that lightning, and immediately shattered from top to bottom!

The huge tree body was struck by lightning, and the stumps and broken leaves shot out in all directions, rising into the air one after another, and the sky was filled with air. The splinters smashed into their tiled house and made the old grandmother scream!

She quickly hugged her grandson tightly in her arms and let the broken wood fall on her. Fortunately, a large piece of broken wood didn't hit her, otherwise the grandfather and grandson would have been smashed to the ground on the spot.

Seeing that the residence of the in-laws of the land who blessed the side was actually split by thunder, the old man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was agitated in his heart, and then he remembered that the old man had said that he could not tell this story to the child no matter what!

Her face was as pale as dirt, and she hurriedly ran towards the house with her little grandson in her arms.

The originally peaceful mountains and wilderness suddenly blew a strong wind, and the wind whimpered and roared, which was terrifying!

Countless dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, as if they were riding thousands of underworld generals, rolling towards the valley, condensing directly above the small tile house, and the thunder and lightning between the clouds were surging, indescribably mysterious and treacherous.

The strange wind was incomparably strong, roaring and shouting with the remnants of the leaves that were rolling up, and soaring into the air, even soaring straight for one or twenty meters! The whole village was like sparrows flying all over the sky, dense and indescribably magnificent!

When the thunder and lightning are combined, the wind blows stronger and stronger, and the sky is dizzy and the sand and rocks are flying darkly. Immediately afterward, it began to rain heavily.

Thunder rolled in the sky, and lightning slashed down in a dense manner. The movement is so big, how have I ever seen a similar scene in the mountains!

The old man was stunned, and then he bent his knees, knelt down in the hall with his palms folded, and bowed to the sky without his life, and shouted in horror: "Great Immortal, Great Buddha, spare our grandson! I don't know the rules of the way! Don't scare my grandson! Please let my grandson go and let me be punished! Please!"

When she was here to worship, she saw the demon wind stirring, blowing the door of their house "crackling". I saw that the chaotic wind outside suddenly turned into a whirlwind, turning the broken branches and leaves into a pillar of wind three or four meters thick, and slowly moved towards their house.

The old lady was so frightened that she forgot to knock her head again, staring blankly at the approaching pillar of wind, where could she speak?

The strange thing is that the five-year-old grandson behind her was not afraid at all, and looked at the wind pillar casually, without blinking his eyes, as if these strange scenes had nothing to do with him!

The old woman was frightened and frightened, and was at a loss, when she suddenly heard a vigorous singing voice outside. This song is melodious and loud, and such a strong wind, rain, thunder and lightning can't cover it for half a minute.

I only heard him sing in the wind and rain: "The rain falls in the middle of the sky, and the Lingxi rises in the ten places, and I pass through the heavens, and lead the thunderbolt to the sky!

He sang one word, and the wind was lighter, and when he sang another word, the rain stopped. After the song was sung, the sound rose to the sky, echoed in the valley, and the wind, rain and thunder that filled the sky gradually disappeared! I saw that the wind pillar of broken leaves that was condensed and circling suddenly collapsed, and fell to the ground into a pile of broken leaves, which was enough for twenty or thirty loads of firewood.

Grandma looked at the mountain road outside the door in amazement, and a black-clothed woodcutter slowly walked in.

The woodcutter came out of the rain, and there was not a drop of rain on him.

At this time, he stomped his feet, and he didn't know who Lu Dao was scolding: "Locked in the well, evil thoughts are still harming people? Go, go, don't annoy me!"

I saw that the dark clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the eaves were still dripping, but the sky was clear, and there was not a single cloud.

The woodcutter stomped the dirt off his feet, walked towards his house, stood outside the door, and said, "Old man, is it okay to beg for a bowl of water to drink?"

The old woman hurriedly took a bowl of water and handed it to the woodcutter, who drank it all and smiled at Xiao Yiting sitting in the hall.

He smiled at Feng Yiting and said, "You stare at me, you won't know me, right?"

Xiao Yiting was happy at him, stood up from the stool, approached him, and pulled at the corner of his clothes, as if he knew him.

The woodcutter touched his head, took something out of his bosom, handed it to his grandmother, and said, "Your grandson has nine good roots." If you tell him the allusion of Zhenxian Valley, it will inevitably alarm this evil god. It has been in the well for thousands of years, and it is counted as a number of sins to be born. In the future, I will be entangled with this doll, but fortunately, the doll has some fate with me, and he has good roots and bones, and he can always get rid of this disaster. You can keep this bag for him, and give it to him when he is eighteen years old, so that it will be useful. ”

The old grandmother held the bag and looked at the woodcutter in amazement, only to see him singing and leaving, and gradually went to the mountains.

The grandmother was afraid that her son and daughter-in-law would blame her, so she quietly accepted the tips, and she didn't dare to tell them, so she hid them first.