"Uncle, do you know how to go to Qingyun Mountain?", a young man who was a little taller than his peers led the horse over and lowered his head and asked.

Old man Zhao is a farmer in this area, and he came to Qianmo to turn over the soil, but he suffered from back pain, so he had to sit on the field to rest. At this time, the sun was approaching, and the rising heat made the old man not want to answer, but seeing that this kid was still familiar with each other, he handed over two taels of silver, and the old man Zhao politely pointed him the way.

The old man pointed dryly in one direction, put the broken silver in his mouth with one hand and bit it, and after confirming that it was real silver, he grinned again, pulled the old face and said: "Young man, you also want to go to Qingyun Mountain to find Qingyun Immortals, go there for another five hundred miles, and see the highest mountain!"

The young man, also Ji Lingsheng, asked suspiciously: "Uncle, you seem to know a lot, can you tell me a thing or two?", Old Man Zhao smiled and said in a very proud tone: "Don't look at the old man and me, I was also a dart head who traveled all over the north and south of the river back then, and I naturally know about Qingyun Peak, I have seen a lot of young people like you, and none of them have successfully worshiped Qingyun." Today, I also told you this for the sake of your good eyesight and the Tao, so don't go to Qingyun Mountain, it's no fun!"

Ji Lingsheng smiled faintly and retorted: "Everything has to be tried, how do you know if it's not feasible if you haven't tried it, it's up to you." ”

The old man immediately sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "You are so stubborn at a young age, beware of hitting your head!"

Ji Lingsheng suddenly found that this old man who was not serious about farming was more interesting than he imagined, and smiled: "Why did the old man say this?"

Old man Zhao stared at Ji Lingsheng with cloudy eyes, and a nostalgic smile appeared in it, as if he saw the shadow of his youth, and sighed: "That Qingyun Immortal's mountain gate is not easy to enter, he has been famous for many years but has never accepted a single apprentice, your bones are not much better, this trip is in vain! If you want me to say, what kind of immortal is it that is good, what is wrong with being a mortal? It is much easier and happier to be an ordinary person." ”

Ji Lingsheng suddenly remembered Xue Yu's words yesterday, how similar the two were, and a sad sigh arose in his heart, his face was still noncommittal, and he asked rhetorically: "The old man is not a monk, how do you know what is wrong with a monk?"

The old man Zhao, whose face was vicissitudes, took a breath, and only sighed for a long time before he sighed and persuaded: "Young man, do you have to think about it?", Ji Lingsheng could hear this kind advice, so he smiled and nodded.

Old man Zhao looked at Ji Lingsheng's departing back, and let out a sigh that was neither long nor short, with a youthful frivolity buried by time in his eyes. "Grandpa, go home for dinner!", Old Man Zhao turned his head, a little girl pounced, the old man picked up the little girl, made a grimace to make the girl laugh, took out two taels of silver from his arms, Old Man Zhao laughed and said: "Go, grandpa will take you to the street to buy sugar gourds!"

Halfway through, Old Man Zhao stopped again, glanced at Ji Lingsheng, and muttered, "I hope Master Qingyun will accept you, don't be like me." ”

"Grandpa, hurry up, the sugar gourd is going to be sold out!"

"Okay, okay!"

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Ji Lingsheng continued on the road, Ji Lingsheng didn't know where Qingyun Mountain was, the only clue was that Shang Zheng mentioned when he was drunk, "The imperial city travels thousands of miles west, you can see Qingyun!", Ji Lingsheng, who was in a daze, got off the horse and asked for directions, so he asked about going west, so he had to lead the black wind to continue all the way to the west.

Walking through the fields and walking through the mountains and forests, Ji Lingsheng's mood changed subtly.

More than ten years of floating life suddenly flashed, Ji Lingsheng no longer had the idea of having fun in time, since he was dedicated to cultivation, there was no need to mention the absurd actions that were not on the stage in the past, but the harmonious Ji family suddenly had only one person left, which was inevitably sad.

The road is getting longer and longer, Ji Lingsheng's footsteps are slowing down, and everything is not peaceful, and there is a big grievance in his heart at this moment.

Stopping, Ji Lingsheng took the sickle from his back and swung it vigorously, and the sickle popped out a red arc to return to its original shape, like a bloody mouth devouring human flesh and blood. Ji Lingsheng wielded the sickle, he didn't know how to dance, he could only slash wantonly, just let the wind at the tip of the knife roar, so as to vomit the depression in his heart.

Hei Feng walked away from afar, watching his master dance in the wind among the trees, watching the dark clouds gradually gathering in the sky, and watching the Gangfeng blow Ji Lingsheng's clothes fluttering, at this moment, this young man who was scolded as Siyue's first-class straw bag was like a god possessed.

"God, you treat me unfairly! There are thousands of people in the world, why did you take the three of them alone, when will you take this cheap life, how dare you take it? I have survived all this, what else can you do to me?", the giant sickle in Ji Lingsheng's hand was like a red lotus turning lightly, and his momentum rose again and again, and his face could not tell the joys and sorrows.

At the beginning, the knife in Ji Lingsheng's hand was still slightly stagnant, bound by the weight of the knife body, people followed the knife, and the footsteps were vain, and then the jerky gradually disappeared, the knife momentum was calm, and the red light of the blade was like a red snake spitting letters, turning into a circle.

"Old man, I have resisted the burden of the Ji family. ”

"Yue'er, have you seen the beautiful mountains and rivers outside?"

In the end, Ji Lingsheng slashed hard, plunging the blade of the sickle into the ground, and the blade was more than half in. Ji Lingsheng let go of the handle of the knife and raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice echoing among the trees.

The sky was cold and thunderbolted, and the rain fell suddenly, quickly covering the flying dust that Ji Lingsheng had splashed, and Ji Lingsheng shouted that it was covered by the thunder. Ji Lingsheng put away his knife contemptuously, walked quickly to Hei Feng's side, jumped on horseback, and then laughed wildly: "Xiao Hei, follow me through this mountain and river." ”

Black Wind's front hooves were raised high, and after a roar of excitement, it rushed out like an arrow from a string.

The black wind was running quickly in the mountains, and the already small rain seemed to be even greater, and the rain whipped on Ji Lingsheng's face, like the ring ruler that the old man Ji had been reluctant to throw, after many years, Ji Lingsheng tasted the taste of being spurred again.

The rain flowed down the angular face and poured into Ji Lingsheng's mouth, and Ji Lingsheng, who drank no matter how much ink he had in his stomach, still kept laughing, laughing wildly, hearing that the heavens were furious, and he spilled a downpour of rain, vowing to seal the mouth of the yellow mouth.

Ji Lingsheng stroked the black wind mane, the black wind hissed, the four hooves kicked violently, and suddenly accelerated, causing the master to pour a lot of rootless water into his mouth, Ji Lingsheng didn't care, just the pride in his heart, and shouted happily.

One man and one horse soon reached the top of the hill that was not high, and Hei Feng didn't care about the master's opinion, he found a ravine with a lot of water and jumped down, Hei Feng stabilized his body and began to run wildly, stepping on a foot high of water, splashing bursts of water, and running to the foot of the mountain.

With the infusion of rainwater and the collection of tributaries along the way, a stream that slipped down from the top of the mountain turned into a huge wave and smashed down, followed by the tail of the black wind, the black wind paused slightly, and it was wrapped in a huge flow of water to go down the mountain.

Ji Lingsheng was on the rise, extremely satisfied with the path of the black wind, laughing in the bumps and splashes, and the black wind also kept roaring, unaware of the monstrous flood that followed them, the master and the horse were the same madmen.

The wild laughter of men, the neighing of horses, the roar of the wind, the wailing of the rain and the roar of the flood paint a magnificent picture, in which a black horse carrying a young man in cloth roars down from the top of the mountain, and behind him is the rushing flood pouring down from the top of the mountain.

"Thief God, this is what you are capable of?"