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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. Three or two children are running and playing in the village. There are farmers harvesting rice in the fields on the roadside. 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, breaking the tranquility of the small village. The big yellow dog stood up in fright, arched his body and looked at the smoke in the distance warily.
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. The clouds and mist in the mountains are faint, and they are reflected in a crimson color. There are rugged rocks towering on the horizon. Amidst the red clouds, it feels like flying to a fairyland.
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, with 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 like black satin. , looking carefree and unrestrained. Bright eyes stared at the mountains with a sense of expectation.
The black horse is a young man in brocade robes. He looks four or five years older than him. Their faces are somewhat similar, and 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 much colder and more serious.
Both horses had long oilcloth bags hung on them, with cold spear points emerging from the mouth of the bags, revealing a faint 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: ¡°We can¡¯t know all the good songs in the world. Could it be that my brother suddenly started to like the sounds and sounds of Sizhu?¡±
The young man laughed, shook his head, and the two of them slowly rode into the village.
There are rice fields on the side of the road. The 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 becomes 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 not much to look at. Seeing his brother's serious look, he couldn't help but wonder: "What are you looking at"
"Look further ahead and look carefully."
The young man looked carefully, zoomed out and looked towards 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 "
"" The image of the master was instantly shattered. The young man's eyes moved, but he still introduced himself politely: "I'm 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 kind of style does he say they call when they are put together? I don't understand either. While memorizing how to write numbers, I cut them like this"
Is that so? The two brothers looked at each other and sighed in amusement. Although this six-nine number writing method 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 bed and hot milk, and 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 has been poisonous miasma and strange tigers in the mountains recently. It's very dangerous!"
The young man Li Qingjun patted his 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: "Then be careful."
Approaching the end of the village and reaching the foot of the mountain, the mist became more dense, and the 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 a song at random:
"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can never forget their fame. Ancient and modern timesWhere is the prime minister? A pile of grass disappeared in the barren grave.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten. In the end, I only regret that there won¡¯t be many people together, and when the time comes, my 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. It does make some sense.
"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?"
It¡¯s more than a little interesting? This is where? 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: "The last courtyard at the end of the village is where medicine is dried. You will recognize it if you go there."
The courtyard is really easy to recognize. The small courtyard is densely covered with racks, with several layers of dustpans and various medicinal herbs. The scent of herbs lingers lightly, which is very comfortable.
A young man was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, carrying a stick and pounding medicine into a stone mortar. He had a leisurely attitude and seemed unaware that a guest was approaching.
The two of them looked at each other for a while, but their original mood of meeting the master disappeared. Because this young man is too young, he is only around 16 or 17 years old. He is no older than Li Qingjun, so he really cannot be associated with any master or hermit. What's more, judging from the two people's martial arts vision, this young man is just a martial arts practitioner, and his cultivation is not as good as his own.
?????????????????? But being a boy is also interesting. He wears coarse clothes and wears straw shoes, is a little thin, looks very delicate and quiet, looks more like a scholar than a country villager. While pounding medicine, I leisurely hummed an incomprehensible tune. The "shuddering" 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.
?Looking at it, his songs and numbers are probably from reading some miscellaneous books, or from some homeschooling? When it comes to family education, farmers and woodcutters only refer to him as "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 fangs shine in the sunset, forming an outrageous contrast with his delicate appearance.
Is this the weapon he uses to practice martial arts?
"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's very 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 away 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's singing. It was very meaningful. Is it said to be composed by Brother Qin?"
"Oh, what I heard sung by wandering Taoist priests in my early years 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. What medicine should they buy at the moment?
"There are no different types. One pill can solve everything." 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 crisp, and with such a sneer, the awe-inspiring and heroic aura of him immediately diluted a lot, and he felt a little more charming.
Qin Yi stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned: "This is called taking jujube pills." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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