"Xiao Mo, I have nothing to do here. You can go home after taking care of the things at hand. We will open again next year."

Li Zixuan said as he sent Zhao Qingqian back.

"how about you?"

Qi Yimo felt a sense of reluctance in his heart. After returning home, he couldn't see Xuanxuan for a while.

"Where else can I go? Back to the mountains, of course."

There is no one in my hometown anymore, and I haven’t been back for many years in my memory. There is no point in going back by myself.

"Then when will you come out?"

Qi Yimo leaned on his knee and murmured, "We haven't said goodbye yet, but we are already looking forward to seeing each other again."

"I don't know, let's talk about it later! Where is your home, Xiaomo? I'll take you back first!"

"My home is in Jiangnan! There are still some things to deal with at the website. I won't go back so soon, so you can go back first!"

"Okay, just leave the small things to others to take care of. There's no need to do everything yourself."

Before leaving, he said a loving farewell. In order to return to the mountains, Li Zixuan even bought an off-road vehicle.

By the way, there are also a bunch of "brothers, nephews and grandsons", so I need to buy some gifts to take home.

What should I buy? Monks are pure-hearted and have few desires, so don’t disturb their state of mind. Just buy some ocarinas and go home.

Teach them how to blow, they will definitely like it!

Now with the popularity of "Original Scenery of My Hometown", countless people are deeply attracted and begin to learn the ocarina, an unusual instrument.

Gurdjieff's ocarinas are selling like hot cakes and cannot be fired at all, and many people even go there on pilgrimage.

I heard that there is also a trend of making ocarinas in the alto area. The teachers especially like to assign this homework. It is indeed a place for studying national musical instruments!

He drove into the scenic spot with a bunch of gifts. Tourists were not allowed to drive in, but he was naturally allowed to do so.

We circled up the mountain, and when we almost reached the top of the mountain, we were already filled with smoke and it was like a fairyland.

Li Zixuan suddenly heard a familiar singing voice coming from ahead. Not long after, he saw an old Taoist priest wearing a thin Taoist robe and black hair holding a guitar in an ancient pavilion on the side of the road, singing passionately.

Playing and singing by himself:

"Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom..."

"Master?"

Li Zixuan wiped his eyes to make sure his memory was correct.

This is really eye-catching!

"Zi Xuan, are you back? How was your singing for your teacher? Is it better than you?"

Seeing that it was Li Zixuan, the old Taoist showed off his guitar playing a few more times, with an unknown sense of superiority on his face.

In my memory, the master was just an old and dishonest guy, and it was like this that he was able to compete with his nephew for a disciple, and forged a master-disciple relationship.

"So Master, you are also deeply fascinated by the song I wrote?"

Li Zixuan looked surprised and proud.

Taoist Master Shi Ming rolled his eyes, how could this boy talk? He has been away for two years and has not come back, and he is much poorer than before.

Looking Li Zixuan up and down, Taoist Master Shi Ming narrowed his eyes:

"You've changed a lot, kid!"

Damn it! Did you see through my identity as a time traveler?

"Yes! I have become handsome again. I attract so much attention wherever I go. How annoying!"

Li Zixuan looked sad.

"Haha! I've heard a lot of gossip about you in the mountains. You have to be careful when you see the head brother! It's best to apply a layer of ginger juice now, so that it won't hurt so much."

Taoist Master Shi Ming had a look of gloating on his face.

"Do you think the head master is as nosy as you?"

"Unfortunately, I have told the boss many of your deeds, but who would have known that you would fail to live up to your expectations and do so many things that are disgraceful to the family tradition."

Damn it! Li Zixuan knew it without even thinking about it. He must have become famous, and the master just dragged the boss to show off, and then I knew other things.

"I'm not doing anything in the name of Wudang. Besides, now that I'm down the mountain, I'm considered a lay disciple at best. The leader doesn't have the same level of knowledge as you."

"You're an unfilial son who forgets your ancestral lineage! You've only been out for two years and your wings have grown hard. You think you can fly. Even the Great Wudang can't stand you, right?"

Master Shi Ming waved his guitar and wanted to give him a few hits.

"Let me tell you, you are born as a Wudang person, and you die as a Wudang ghost! If you have the energy to write any songs, you might as well practice martial arts more so that you can take over as the leader in the future and inherit my Wudang tradition! Carry forward my Wudang sect!"

It's so rare to have a once-in-a-century talent, and doing anything else would be a waste.

"So Master, you are still so ambitious? Then why don't you study Taoist classics and waste your time on these vulgar songs I wrote?"

"Good boy! Are you still a master? Do you think I won't break your legs?"

Li Zixuan was so frightened that he drove away in a flash.

Although Wudang believes in the Zhenwu Emperor, it is divided into many factions.

Li Zixuan eventually became a disciple of Taoist Master Shi Ming. It was because he was an upright sect that he became a vegetarian only on the 15th day of the Lunar New Year.

Those of the Quanzhen sect must be vegetarians and cannot get married and have children.

Although he was young at that time, he was not stupid. When he grew up, he definitely wanted to marry a wife.

Although it was my first time here, my mind was filled with familiar memories.

I have practiced and studied here since I was a child, and every plant and tree is so familiar, leaving all kinds of marks of my growth.

When they learned that Li Zixuan was back, a group of people came to see him, and the mountain became lively.

Many people are familiar with it, but few are really good at playing it. He is of such a high seniority that when he speaks he talks like a master uncle or a master uncle, and only ghosts play with him.

As for those of the same generation, who is not an old man? Li Zixuan doesn’t want to play with them.

There are also Taoist nuns practicing on the mountain, and they are very happy to play with Li Zixuan. They often tease him and give him whatever good things they have.

He is handsome and is popular everywhere.

Many people also know about his deeds after coming down from the mountain, and he received a lot of admiration.

I didn’t expect that he was so powerful on the mountain and still so powerful when he came down the mountain.

What a big star! What a sight!

After distributing the gifts to everyone, Li Zixuan went to greet the master uncle and all the senior brothers and uncles, making sure they were polite.

The following days returned to calm, and Li Zixuan also cultivated his moral character, practiced and read every day, and lived a fulfilling and ordinary life.

When the Spring Festival comes, the mountains become very lively, with dragon and lion dances, martial arts performances, and all kinds of sumptuous food. Regardless of seniority, men, women, old and young gather together and have fun.

At times like this in previous years, when Li Zixuan was in the limelight, no matter the dragon dance, lion dance or martial arts performance, no one among the younger generation could compare with him.

This year is no exception, giving him plenty of opportunities to play.

However, I was quite unfamiliar, and my master immediately complained about me as soon as I started playing.

"Brother!"

After performing several shows in a row, while Li Zixuan was still panting, a little girl jumped over, her beauty even in plain clothes.

"Xiuxiu, why don't you go down and perform two shows?"

Li Zixuan reached out and touched her cute head.

This little junior sister was brought back to the mountain by one of his junior uncles during an outing, and it is said that she is some relative of hers.

She also grew up here, and was even younger than Li Zixuan when she went up the mountain.

"I do not want it!"

Xiuxiu pouted and shook her head, staying close to her side and not leaving.
Chapter completed!