Two months later, the autumn air is crisp and clear.
At dusk.
In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke are floating slowly, and three or two children are running and playing in the village. There are farmers harvesting rice in the fields on the roadside, and the big yellow dog is lying lazily outside the house, sniffing the rice in the house behind it at the sunset.
fragrant.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, shattering the tranquility of the small village. The big yellow dog stood up in fright, arched its body and looked warily at the smoke in the distance.
Two horses, one black and one white, galloped over. When they reached the entrance of the village, they all slowed down their hooves and looked up at the mountains not far away.
The sunset is reflected in the mountains, and the clouds and mists in the mountains are faint, and the mountains are reflected in a crimson color. There are rugged rocks towering on the horizon, and it is like flying into a fairyland amid the red glow.
At the foot of the mountain, there are shepherd boys riding bulls and playing their shepherd's flutes, which makes this rural picture even more peaceful.
"It's true what they said. This place looks really fairy-like." Bai Ma is a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He has red lips and white teeth. His long black hair is strictly tied up with a silver belt in a samurai bun, and the ends are draped down like black satin.
, looking carefree and unrestrained. His bright eyes are staring at the mountains, and there is quite a sense of expectation in his eyes.
The black horse is a young man in brocade robes. He looks four or five years older than him. Their faces are somewhat similar. It is easy to think that they are a pair of brothers. The only difference is that this young man's facial features are more sharp and angular, and he looks cold and stern.
Much more serious.
Both horses had long oilcloth bags hung on them, with cold spear points emerging from the mouth of the bags, showing a slight hint of cold light.
After hearing what the young man said, the young man did not respond. He just looked at the shepherd boy in the distance quietly and said nothing for a long time.
"What's wrong?" The young man turned around and asked.
"It's nothing." The young man came back to his senses and smiled, "I just feel that the tune is something I have never heard before, it is fresh and distant, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy."
The young man nodded in agreement. If this environment was only five or six points of fairyland, coupled with the long and gentle reed flute, it would be seven or eight points in vain.
He didn't think much about it and said with a smile: "There are many good songs in the world, but we can't know them all. Could it be that my brother suddenly started to like the sounds and sounds of silk and bamboo?"
The young man laughed, shook his head, and the two of them slowly rode into the village.
There are rice fields on the roadside, and farmers in the fields are sweating profusely while cutting the rice. The young man passes by slowly, but his eyes are fixed on the rice fields, his expression becoming more and more serious.
The young man looked around for a while. Some of the rice fields in the rice fields had been cut, and some were still growing. At first glance, they looked messy and unattractive. Seeing his brother's serious look, he couldn't help but wonder: "What are you looking at..."
"Look further and take a closer look."
The boy looked carefully, zoomed out, and looked into the rice fields. It seemed that the cut short parts of the rice fields formed the shape of a Tai Chi yin and yang fish. Although it was not too standard, the shape was really Tai Chi!
Is it an illusion?
The young man suppressed his surprise, reined in his horse and said, "This old man..."
The farmer raised his head and saw the obvious nobility of the two people. His face turned into chrysanthemum smiles: "Are you two going to the mountains to find immortals? It's getting late. How about staying at my house for one night? It's very cheap...
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"..." The image of the master was instantly shattered. The young man's eyes moved, but he introduced himself politely: "I am Li Qinglin, this is my younger brother Qingjun... I dare to ask my father-in-law, can this rice be cut in such a shape...
What kind of doorway?"
"The way?" The farmer scratched his head in confusion, with mud on his hair. "These are the abbreviated numbers six and nine that Xiao Qin taught me. What form did he call when combined together? I don't understand either.
While memorizing how to write numbers, I cut them like this..."
Is this really the case? The two brothers looked at each other and sighed in amusement. Although this way of writing six or nine numbers is unheard of, it is much easier to accept than the Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish created by farmers in the fields.
The farmer added: "The most comfortable place to stay at my house is a hot kang with hot milk. It only costs three cents..."
"No need." The two smiled, reined in their horses and walked away.
"Hey, hey, hey..." the farmer shouted from behind, "Don't go into the mountains so late. There are poisonous miasma and strange tigers in the mountains recently. It's very dangerous!"
The young man Li Qingjun patted the gun bag, turned around and said with a smile: "Only when you face difficulties can you show your sincerity. How about we help you get rid of the tiger?"
The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, and just said: "Be careful then."
Nearing the end of the village and reaching the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere of clouds and mist became even stronger. Several courtyards at the end of the village could no longer be seen clearly. A woodcutter came leisurely carrying a load, as if he was passing through the clouds and mist, singing songs casually.
:
"Everyone in the world knows that gods and immortals are good, but they cannot forget their fame. Where are the generals of ancient and modern times? A pile of grass has disappeared in the deserted graves.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they cannot forget gold and silver. In the end, they will only regret that they will not be able to gather together enough, and when the time comes, their eyes will close..."
The two brothers watched and listened in a daze. The horse's hooves moved slower and slower, and finally stopped completely.
When I came to this place, I felt that everything was different from other places. Even the songs sung by a woodcutter were of such a high standard. No wonder people said that there are immortals in this mountain. There is indeed some truth to it.
"May I ask my husband..." Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "Who composed this song?"
The woodcutter smiled and said, "The song sung by the boy from the Qin family is interesting, right?"
More than just a bit interesting? Where is this? This is Fairyland Mountain, where there has been an endless stream of people looking for immortals throughout the ages. It is even more meaningful to hear such a song in a place like this.
"May I ask where Mr. Qin lives?"
The woodcutter casually pointed to the depths of the clouds and mist: "The last courtyard at the end of the village is where medicine is dried. You can recognize it from the past."
The courtyard is really easy to recognize. The small courtyard is densely covered with racks, with several layers of dustpans on the racks and covered with various herbs. The fragrance of the herbs lingers lightly, which is very comfortable.
A young man was sitting in the middle of the yard, carrying a stick and pounding medicine into a stone mortar. He had a relaxed attitude and seemed unaware of the approach of a guest.
The two of them looked at the horse for a while, but the mood of meeting the master was gone. Because the young man was too young, he looked about sixteen or seventeen. He was not much older than Li Qingjun, so he really couldn't get along with anyone high.
They are connected as a hermit. What's more, judging from their martial arts vision, this young man is just a martial arts practitioner, and his cultivation is not as good as his own.
But the young man is interesting. He wears rough clothes and has straw shoes. He is a little thin and looks very delicate and quiet. He does not look like a country villager, but more like a scholar. When he is making medicine, he is leisurely humming an incomprehensible tune, "
The sound of pounding medicine floated in the quiet dusk, with a relaxing rhythm, and the feeling of leisure and tranquility in the countryside arose spontaneously.
Judging from his appearance, his songs and numbers were probably from reading some miscellaneous books, or from some home-schooling. If he was home-schooled, the farmers and woodcutter would only say "Xiao Qin" and "Qin family boy". I'm afraid the elders are no longer here.
What's interesting is that his "medicine pestle" is a mace, which looks thicker than his thigh. The ferocious fang shines in the sunset, forming an outrageous contrast with his delicate appearance.
Is this his martial arts weapon?
"Hey!" Li Qingjun looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but laugh: "Can a mace be used to pound medicine? Isn't it a sharp tooth at the front?"
The young man stopped, turned to look at them, focused on the gun bags of the two of them, and answered the question: "It is inconvenient to enter the mountain at night, so you two should be careful. There is a strange tiger on the top of the mountain. Don't get close. If you accidentally provoke it,
, run immediately, it won’t chase you.”
Li Qinglin asked: "My little brother's surname is Qin?"
The young man answered casually: "Qin Yi."
Li Qinglin introduced himself again and continued: "My brother went into the mountains to look for immortals and listened to the woodcutter singing. It was very meaningful. It is said to be composed by Brother Qin?"
"Oh, I heard it sung by traveling Taoist priests in my early years, and it has nothing to do with me."
"..." Li Qingjun had long thought that this young man who was about the same age as himself could not be a scholar. Hearing this, he said "Excuse me" and wanted to go up the mountain.
Li Qinglin suddenly said: "Brother Qin looks like a pharmacist? Do you have various antidotes? Let's buy a few pills."
Li Qingjun looked at his brother strangely. They were fully prepared, so what medicine could they buy at the last moment?
"There are no various types. One pill can solve the problem." Qin Yi threw a cloth bag casually, "There are two pills and ten taels of silver in it."
Li Qingjun took the bag, looked at the two red date-like pills inside, and sneered: "There are no pills that can cure hundreds of poisons. What kind of pills are you talking about?"
His voice was clear and clear, and when he laughed like this, his awe-inspiring and heroic aura was much diluted, and he became a bit more charming and naive.
Qin Yi stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned: "This is called taking jujube pills."