Dushan is located in the west of Shan State. It is said to be Dushan, but it is actually a group of continuous snow-capped mountains. The so-called Dushan refers to the harsh environment of this place. Apart from mountains and snow, there is nothing else.
Because it is perennially frozen soil and there is no vegetation under the snow, even animals are unwilling to visit this place, so it is called Dushan.
But there are still traces of human activities, such as a few isolated small villages and a few isolated mountain people at the foot of the mountain. Most of them are active at the foot of the mountain, but no one dares to climb up the snow-capped mountains. That is an act of seeking death.
Xiaoman stood on the gravel beach, looking at the high snow-capped mountains infatuatedly. Recently, many immortals have appeared here, many, many, flying around, and making strange and scary whistling sounds.
But she was not afraid at all, because these immortals were all kind-hearted immortals. Almost everyone who saw her would give her a gift, or a piece of naan, or a piece of meat, or a robe, or a pair of shoes. .
She is not standing here for these gifts. She is standing here just to give a jar of water to the passing immortals. According to the legend of the snow-capped mountains, only by drinking the clear water at the foot of the mountain can one go to the snow-capped mountains without being disturbed by those mountains. Capture the snow monster.
She had never seen a mountain spirit or snow monster, but she vaguely felt that if it were these immortals, it would be unclear who would capture whom.
But she still adheres to the tradition here. The seven- and eight-year-old children are holding water jugs half as tall as a person, which she carried on her back from far away.
As a few days passed, the number of immortals gradually became less and less, as if they were all hiding deep in the snowy mountains. She was a little disappointed, because she didn't care about the gifts, but cared more about talking to the immortals instead of touching their heads. Then she left the small gifts and left in a hurry. , no immortal came to ask her: Do you want to fly?
She thought about it, but she didn't dare to say it, for fear that if she did say it, she wouldn't be able to even touch her head.
It was getting dark, and it was time for her to go back. Although there were no ferocious beasts here, the huge temperature difference between day and night and the strong mountain wind would freeze an adult who was unfamiliar with the terrain to death here.
Just when she turned around, a young brother appeared in front of her, looking at her and smiling gently. She was not afraid, because he was wearing the same robe as those immortals, but it was a little wrinkled, as if there was something unknown on it. Big footprints of origin.
"Drink water!" She scooped out a spoonful of water. "Drink it and you will have good luck in the snowy mountains."
The young man squatted down, took the water spoon and drank it all in one gulp, praising: "It's so sweet! I feel like I have good luck now."
Xiaoman blinked, confused, "So fast? What is it?"
The young man touched her head and said, "Well, is it good luck, such as meeting you?"
Xiaoman gathered up her courage. She knew that there were not many opportunities like this. If an immortal was willing to talk to her, if she missed this time, there would be no next time.
"My mother said that if I bring good luck to others, I will get a little bit of it."
The young man smiled, this clever little man, "What kind of good luck do you want? Tell me about it?"
Xiaoman said softly: "Xiaoman has seen many immortals flying in the sky these days, and I thought, it would be great if Xiaoman could fly one day. In fact, it doesn't need to be high, as long as he can fly over the mountains... …”
Her voice became lower and lower. She was afraid that her request was a bit too much. The immortals were very busy. How could they have time to take a country child to fly?
The young man followed her gaze and saw that the hill was indeed not high, no more than thirty feet. But even in the face of such a cute little face that was red from the cold, he still shook his head firmly.
"No, I can't take you flying! If you want to fly, you have to do it yourself!"
Xiaoman bit her lip desperately to prevent herself from crying and pretended to be happy. The pressure of premature life had already made her understand what she could persist in and what she couldn't.
The young man held her face, and she could feel the warmth coming from his big hands, as if it reached every part of her body, and her whole body was warm.
"But it's true that you got lucky. Next year, on this day next year, there will be immortals coming to recruit apprentices. Well, they will teach you how to fly. If you learn it, you don't have to ask others!"
Xiaoman was enveloped in a huge surprise. Flying was only a small part of her wish. Of course, she hoped to be like those immortals and not just fly. However, the sadness immediately returned to her face, but the young man's words
The words relieved her worries,
"Don't worry, it's free, food and accommodation will be taken care of, and we'll discuss it with your family."
Seeing the little girl jumping and running towards home, Hou Zi turned around, and behind him were dozens of golden elixir sword cultivators emerging from the dark night.
"At this time next year, we are going to open a preparatory school near Dushan. This is not pretentious. Although this place is desolate, there are indigenous people. Don't drive them away. This is part of the spiritual practice. We occupy their place
, we must compensate them, this is the rule!"
Wang Mian responded loudly from behind, "Follow the instructions! Junior Brother Shipeng, why don't you quickly write down a note on the leader's daily life note? My Splendid Sword Vein not only has iron blood, but also tenderness!"
Li Shipeng pretended to take out a jade slip, sketched on it, and muttered,
"Since we are talking about tenderness and since it is about daily life, do you want to write down what happened to those two little ladies last night?"
Wang Mian was elated, "Write down, how much time? How many times? How many times? How many times does the sword change?"
A group of people rose up in the air and whizzed away. Although everyone didn't respect the leader very much, he liked the atmosphere, and for him, he wouldn't stay in this position until everything was on the right track.
The right candidate will naturally hang up his hat and leave. The universe is cool and unrestrained. Who can be patient and do it for a lifetime?
They are the last batch of Quanzhen sword cultivators in Yujing. Those who have not come now probably will not come in the future, and it is no pity. He is setting fire to fire just to get rid of those who are not firm about the sword.
people.
It's better for lazy people to stay in the city and retire, but when they come to Dushan, they bring their bad habits with them; the Quanzhen Sect's Lian Yujing leads the state capitals, and the Tongtian Jindan Yuanying monks total nearly 10,000 people, which is still a bit too much.
According to Yue Duo, there are only about 3,000 people living on Qingkong Mountain in total. What is their status and what is Jinxiu’s status?
The key to sword cultivation is to be skilled rather than to have too many people. This is the principle that Yue Duo has been emphasizing. Counting the countless cosmic battles of Qingkong Sword Cultivator, there has never been a time when the problem was solved by relying on more people!
In the view of sword cultivator, one person is a soldier, ten people form a regiment, and a hundred people form an army!
