There are thirteen states in the Xia country of the Taitian Continent, of which Yuenan Prefecture has a radius of more than 1,000 miles, an area of medium states, but a population of more than 100 million, which is a large population state.

The people of Yuenan Prefecture are outstanding, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the literary style is prosperous, and many prime ministers, marshals and high-ranking officials and lords of the Xia State are from this state. Baisha Chenglutian Academy is the largest academy in Xia Kingdom, and it is one of the four major academies in the Taitian Continent.

Out of the west of Baisha City, there is a small mountain village called Tongzi Village a hundred miles away.

A hundred miles southwest of the village is the towering Tianlu Mountain Range, which stretches for thousands of miles and has seventy-two peaks.

To the east of the village, a Baisha River three or four miles wide is like a jade belt with brocade scales, and it flows northward. The villagers of Tongzi are simple and simple, and most of the villagers make a living by fishing and hunting.

Wang Xian is fourteen this year and goes to school at the village school.

His eyes are clear, his face is delicate, his complexion is slightly pale, he is of medium height, his demeanor is calm, and he often shows a thoughtful attitude.

Father Wang Shun is a carpenter, honest duty, good craftsmanship, taking the work of building houses and tiles in the village, mother Hu family farming and weaving at home, sometimes also help his father to start, sister Wang Dan has married to the tax collector's family in Baisha City, a hundred miles away from the river. The whole family can also have food and clothing.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival on this day, according to the old practice, the school was suspended for five days and classes began to resume, and early in the morning, Wang Xian walked to the village school.

Han Wen, an old talent in the village school, once studied at Baisha Chenglutian Academy, one of the four major academies in the Taitian Continent, and his knowledge is also solid.

He was born with a straight surname, not good at drilling, failed to lift in his sixties, and was disheartened, at the request of the head of Tongzi Village, he opened a village school in the village, and it has been more than ten years.

He still teaches more than 20 children, ranging from seven to fifteen years old.

Han Wen is a scholarly heirloom, and his ancestors have been teaching and teaching in Baisha City for a living. It's a pity that the three generations are single, the people are not prosperous, and the family is in the middle.

He has lost his wife for ** years, has no children under his knees, and focuses on the children who go to school, and is very respected by the children in the village.

Wang Xian has been introverted since he was a child, and he has been in the village school for seven years, and he likes to think crankily and is curious.

The school was empty, and he often asked some questions about how high the sky was, how big the earth was, whether there was a heaven outside the sky, whether people could live forever, and so on, which attracted the ridicule of other children, but gave him the nickname of Wang Banxian.

Han Xiucai didn't answer him directly, but often lent him some strange books. Such as "Tianwen", "Classic of Mountains and Seas", "Strange Stories", "Strange Stories of Immortals" and so on.

Wang Xianda was interested, although there were many words he didn't know, and many of the contents were difficult to understand, he also read them with relish and imagination.

In order to understand the book, he often pestered Han Xiucai after school to recognize more words, and listened to Han Xiucai's explanations of paragraphs, but he has grown a lot in knowledge and miscellaneous studies.

He respects Han Xiucai even more, and he is also very loved by Han Xiucai.

Wang Xian's family was far away from the village school, and although he left early, when he arrived at the village school, it was almost dawn, and most of the other children had already arrived at the school.

The village school is a large thatched hut built in the village, with some wooden tables and chairs in the school, and the small courtyard behind it is Han Wen's two-bedroom, a study and a residence.

Normally, at this time, Han Xiucai was already sitting at the lectern in front of the school, but today there was no one to be seen, and the other juniors were already talking.

Not long after Wang Xian sat down, the old village chief walked in from the backyard, stood in front of the lectern with a sad face and said: "A few days ago, Han Xiucai had a hidden illness and was seriously ill. ”

When the other schoolchildren heard this, they all dispersed. Wang Xian frowned, and walked to the old village chief with a heavy heart. The old village chief beckoned, walked in without saying a word, and Wang followed him first into Han Xiucai's apartment.

I saw that Han Xiucai was really seriously ill in bed, his eyes were deep, and he was described as withered and in good spirits. A servant woman invited by the old village chief was frying the soup beside her.

Han Xiucai saw that Wang Xian was coming, waved his hand to the servant woman, nodded to the village chief, and the village chief and the servant woman both withdrew.

Wang Xian sat on the high stool next to the bed, supported Han Xiucai's left arm with a sad face, stared at Han Xiucai's face earnestly, and greeted: "Sir."

When Han Xiucai saw Wang Xian, his long-languished spirit perked up, and he nodded with relief.

He laboriously raised his right hand and patted his hand and said, "I know my illness myself, and I am afraid that there will not be many of them." I am over 70 years old, I have nothing to worry about, I have no worries, you need not worry. There is only one thing I want to ask you, that you should bring the wooden box on top of the bookshelf in my study. ”

Wang Xian went to the study and brought an ordinary wooden box according to his words. The king of this wooden box has seen Mr. move once, but he has never seen anything in it, and Mr. has been solemnly storing it at the top of the bookshelf.

Han Xiucai looked at the wooden box in Wang Xian's hand, asked him to open it and take out a brush collected in the wooden box, and told Wang Xian to say something, which made Wang Xian's mood fluctuate.

It turned out that Han Xiucai had not only instructed the old village chief to leave all the books in the study to the village school, but also planned to give him the brush in the wooden box.

Han Xiucai's pen is an ancestral thing for more than 3,000 years, and it is said that his ancestors saved an old Taoist priest who was seriously injured and fell into the water when crossing the Baisha River. The old Taoist priest was seriously injured and could not be treated, and died in less than a month. Before dying, he left the ancestor a pen and said something.

The old Taoist priest was originally an immortal cultivator, and he was once the sect master of a second-rate sect, the Xuanfu Sect. This pen is the treasure of the Zhenzong, which has been secretly passed down by the sect master, and few people know about it. For some reason, it was discovered by a annihilator and attracted foreign enemies to besiege the sect, intending to seize the treasure, resulting in the collapse of the sect.

The old Taoist priest hurriedly responded to the battle, and after several spells, he was seriously injured and fled into the river. After drifting down the river for more than a thousand miles, he finally lost his injuries and fainted and drifted to the shore, where he was rescued by his ancestors.

This pen was handed over to the ancestors to pass it on, and it was left for the descendants of the immortals, who could know its mystery. But it can only be passed on from generation to generation, word of mouth, carefully kept, and do not leak it, in case of guilt.

Over the past 3,000 years, the Han family has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the eldest son of each generation has secretly lent this pen to all generations of descendants for fun and research. I have also collected books such as the Immortal Dao to check it, but I have not found any abnormalities in this item, let alone found a descendant with an immortal fate.

Over time, the descendants of the past generations have also understood that this fairy fate is something that can not be found, and they no longer expect anything, but just cherish it as an ancestral heirloom.

Han Xiucai and Wang Xian have been together for seven years and have been in love with their grandson. found that Wang Xian was very interested in immortal books, and if he got the opportunity, he should have the heart to ask for immortals.

Now that he is seriously ill and incurable, and has no children, he plans to pass on this inheritance to his disciples who usually love him, so that he can become a teacher and student.

Wang Xian looked at the brush in the box slightly, the shape is slightly larger, the pen tube is a bamboo tube, the two ends are just bamboo, the two ends are thick and thin in the middle, and the whole body is ink-colored.

At one end of the pen holder is a dark red nib that looks like a wolf's hair, and the other end is sealed by a bamboo and embedded with an ink-colored iron ring as thick as a finger.

The whole pen is a little simple, very inconspicuous, except for the larger and longer, the style seems to be little different from ordinary brushes.

After listening to what Han Xiucai said, seeing that Han Xiucai was in poor spirits and wanted to fall asleep, Wang first put the wooden box in his arms, respectfully kowtowed three heads, and withdrew from the door.

After returning home, Wang first put the wooden box in the box under the bed, and lay on the bed, thinking a lot, not thinking about tea and dinner.

He felt that in the past few years, he has often been whimsical and has read strange books, but he has always been able to get understanding and encouragement from his husband. Just from Mr.'s words, I learned that there are really immortals in this world, I have to peek into the avenue, see through the heavens, and I am surprised, and I feel that Mr. has not come much, and I have been getting along for a few years, and the teacher is difficult to reward, I am lost and dazed, and I have mixed feelings, and I can't help but fall asleep.

Two days later, sure enough, news came from the old village chief that the husband had passed away suddenly. All the schoolchildren followed their fathers to worship in front of the village school, and Wang Xian wept bitterly, and kept the spirit for seven days, and secretly decided to ask the immortal to ask for help, in order to repay the teacher's kindness.

Wang Shun and many people in the village thanked Han Xiucai for teaching for many years, and under the auspices of the old village chief, they put a coffin for Han Xiucai's coffin and buried him.