Half of the body of the old fishing man was obscured by the sea of ​​clouds. His face was hidden under his bamboo hat, and only the gray beard on his lower jaw could be seen. His voice was low and hoarse: "You owe me a spring tea, so it makes sense for me to drink it first."

The white cloak was gently fluttering in the wind on the shoulders of the owner of Qingping Mountain. He glanced at the magical tea tree, and the white seeds on his fingertips kept turning over, "Last year, one branch of the spiritual tea was stolen, so naturally there was one missing."

share."

The old fishing man chuckled: "Those who can drink your Qingping Mountain master's spiritual tea don't need to steal it. People who can steal your spiritual tea don't despise that spiritual tea."

The owner of Qingping Mountain waved his hand and said: "In the past, when the foot of Qingping Mountain was full of people, the peach trees planted in ordinary people's yards were not yet mature every year. There would always be naughty boys who poked a few with stones and bamboo poles to try them out. Master

The family will also pretend to curse.

When the garden is full of ripe peaches but there are no urchins to pick them, life will probably be miserable.

I have been blowing the wind on this mountain for too long. Occasionally, someone accidentally breaks into the yard and picks a few fruits. I am not angry. It is just the tea that belongs to you. I think I have to prepare some for this year's spring tea.

It's already cooked, and you can drink more tea in a while. As for today's game of chess, it is related to the direction of the world in the next hundred years, but it is difficult to give in.

Jiang Daoyou fished all over the world, drifted for a long time, intercepted a long river, and broke the pattern set by the upper world. As the saying goes, the sea is wide and fish can leap, and the sky is high, birds can fly. Jiang Daoyou’s bait is in Jingting Mountain, but the fishing rod reaches my Qingping

When the mountain comes, the people in heaven will only hold me accountable. In this way, I have already lost one move. If I lose one first, there is no need to play this move."

After the Master of Qingping Mountain finished speaking, he held the white falling star disk in his hand.

Seeing that the chessboard had been filled with white stones and holding black stones in his hand, the old fishing man was not in a hurry to play chess. Instead, he slowly said: "Everyone and everything in the world is like countless raindrops falling from the sky. Wherever they fall, they are not affected by the wind.

It's not important, what's important is that it will eventually merge into the sea.

Someone turns his tears into raindrops, and one more drop of rain falls. Someone happens to have an empty bottle, so I can take one drop.

Now that the water is dripping from the gourd, the order of time will return to normal, just like your spiritual tea in the well. There is one less gourd of wine in the sky before you can brew a bowl of tea.

There is a saying in Buddhism that mountains are mountains and water is water. This is both the state of mind and the cause and effect.

I originally planned to correct the chaos of that tear, but I was still a step late. I wonder how the person in the cage got out of trouble?"

The master of Qingping Mountain brushed his palm over the astrolabe, and saw on the astrolabe the sea of ​​peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain.

One scene after another.

A sword.

One peach blossom tree was chopped down, and another peach blossom tree was chopped down.

The sunspots on the fishing old man's hand fell on the chessboard from his fingertips. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Is this okay?"

"Seeing a mountain is a mountain is a Buddha-nature. There is a mountain. It does not come towards people. People walk towards it and eventually climb over it. This is understanding and Taoist mind... It seems that those people at the foot of the mountain have all found it.

Sustenance, it is a good day when winter passes and spring breeze comes in the world!"

The master of Qingping Mountain twisted another white stone and placed it on the chessboard, occupying two stars.

The old fisherman still wanted to speak.

But he was blocked by one sentence: "You will have no regrets if you make a move."

…

Outside the mountains, the green mountains are flat with mist.

Peach blossoms reflect peach blossoms in spring.

The clear rain falls in the Qingping wilderness, the dawn orioles sing in the sky, the blue waves of the river flow eastward, and a light boat crosses the ferry.

The young man carrying a bookcase leaned on the railing and looked at the vastness of the river.

The peach blossoms fall from my fingertips in the rain, but they are still the peach blossoms of this year.

Not this past year.

"Hahaha!"

The young man jumped across the ferry and took a boat across the river alone!

That year, he crossed the Lost Sea and lost one year inexplicably.

now.

Trapped in the peach blossom killing array, I realize that time is passing by in a hurry, and the peach blossoms reflect the snow. I thought that the fleeting years have brought another spring.

Never thought about it.

Time can be looked back on.

It only took more than a month from being trapped in the peach blossom forest to escaping.

March on earth.

The grass grows and the orioles fly!

Gu Yusheng no longer misses Qingping's style.

Take off the gourd from your waist.

Take a puddle of river water to make wine and get drunk alone.

He took off the sword from his waist and carried it behind his back.

The young man stood on the bow of the boat.

Letting the mist and rain drift around her body, she only messed up her hair, and her eyes were filled with green mountains.

A few whispers were blown away by the wind:

"Aquarius, Qingping Prefecture's misty wilderness, thousands of rivers and mountains, I have hunted monsters with a sword... However, those experiences of drawing a sword to kill monsters seem to have happened a long time ago. I will tell you in detail, you

Write it down for me. When I go to Jingting Mountain and meet Miss Mo and talk about these things, if I forget them, you can help me recall them."

The sword on the young man's back responded in his heart: "Then tell Baoping slowly, Master, where are we going? Are we going to Xianhuzhou?"

"No, I will take you south to see the lotus flowers in Qixiufang, and then take a big boat to Yanzhou. I heard that there is a teleportation array to Zhongzhou, but it will cost some money."

"Have you saved enough money?"

"Don't worry, I won't sell the treasure vase."

"Giggle."

The sword sounded crisply in the rain.

After a while, Baoping said again: "If we still can't take the teleportation array, we won't be able to see your Miss Mo for a long time. We have to go to Zhongzhou, which is very far away."

"That doesn't matter. Once you climb a mountain, there is one less mountain. I have never been to Yanzhou, Huazhou and Danzhou, so I just want to go and see it along the way."

River and sky.

A boat passed away.

Taohuawu.

The old woman stood on the awning boat and watched the boat go away, feeling very sad.

She turned around and returned to the village.

After walking a few steps, he saw He Hongnian of Qingyun Gate holding a green bead, leaning on the railing alone with a dull expression. Sun Xipo said: "He went south on this trip, and it is difficult for him to come back. Those of you who are elders are not elders."

It’s your own fault.”

"No."

"He will come back."

He Hongnian twisted the beads, withdrew his gaze and stared at the top of Qingping Mountain.

The old woman smiled:

"The young man has put on his sword. When he travels around the world, when he comes back, he will definitely be higher than the mountain in his heart. And you... can only roll around in the world of mortals a few more times. How ridiculous."

Gu Yusheng went boating south, picking calamus and weeds as bedding, occasionally using idle flowers as bait to fish in the boat, occasionally sitting cross-legged in the boat and studying the sword, leaning against the book box to gaze at the stars in the starry night.

April on earth.

The boat docked at the Ouhua Ferry at Qixiufang.

He originally went to Yanzhou just to see the lotus flowers along the road.

I never imagined that all the female monks from Qixiufang would arrive in a big boat, singing and dancing, wearing colorful feathers and fragrant lotus flowers.

Ye Zhiluo and Liu Yun floated in on the lotus. Ye Zhiluo, the master of Qixiu Square, smiled and said: "I can smell the aroma of peach blossoms dyeing my body from a distance. It must be Master Gu's nephew coming from afar. I have prepared three thousand fine wines on the dragon boat.

, stop and rest your feet!”

Gu Yusheng carried the book box on his back, cupped his fists and saluted: "Gu Yusheng has met two seniors, senior fellow apprentices."

The three thousand and seven female disciples of Xiufang on the dragon boat all bent their knees, folded their hands, and put their sides against their waists.

"Senior Brother Gu."

Gu Yusheng looked stunned and could not get on the dragon boat.

Ye Zhiluo chuckled: "You know how to be shy. No wonder you are rushing south. There must be someone you care about. A gentleman is magnanimous. You can get on this boat."

"yes."

Gu Yusheng clasped his fists and boarded the boat.
To be continued...