Luo Yan Hu does not return

The mountains and rivers of Bashan and Shushui have been beautiful since ancient times. Among them, there are immortals living in Qingcheng Mountain.

On the banks of the Yishui River at the foot of the mountain, the Fengjia Sword Village, which once dominated the Central Plains, is located here. After moving to Shu, it was inconvenient for knight-errants and swordsmen from all walks of life to come and go.

It was late autumn, Feng Qinghuan hung on the corner of the eaves of the ancestral hall at home, intercepting Feng Mingyan who was about to go out.

"Father, today I'm going to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain to offer incense sticks, and I won't be able to come back until Wushi, so you and your elder brother don't have to wait for me."

The eldest son, Feng Qingxuan, is knowledgeable and considerate, and the patriarch has a successor, no matter how Feng Qinghuan escapes from the nonsense, Feng Mingyan doesn't care much, so he murmured twice, and then let Feng Qinghuan find out. courtyard wall.

"I don't know if Daoist Zhang will go back to the mountain today. The 'stopping the tree' is really too fast, and I can't see it clearly..."

As soon as Feng Mingyan took over Fengjia Jianzhuang, he moved back to his hometown of forging weapons, and started a big business that runs through the north and south. He is no longer as strict and demanding as the previous owner on the matter of inheriting swordsmanship.

Feng Qinghuan was seventeen years old, and Feng Qingxuan, who was three years older than him, took over the task of escorting the soldiers. He could no longer compete with him every day, so he ran to Qingcheng Mountain alone to observe various rituals in the Taoist Temple of the Celestial Master .

There is a Taoist surnamed Zhang in the temple, and his usual magical weapon is a wooden sword. Feng Qinghuan followed him for a few days, and just after he realized something, Zhang Taoist went to Zhuguang Cave on Shilan Peak to retreat, and the retreat lasted until March.

Feng Qinghuan had nothing to do at home, so he went to visit the mountain one month earlier. Halfway through the trip, he saw a Taoist in rough clothes climbing up the cliff opposite him.

Feng Qinghuan yelled across the deep valley: "Dare to ask Chang——Which fairy mountain did you come from?"

Hearing the words, the Taoist laughed a few times, the sound stopped and the clouds swayed, as if the mountain road was shaking, Feng Qinghuan was horrified, and rushed to the bottom of the valley, passed through a large forest, and then climbed up the cliff where the Taoist was. .

"Little friend, are you a martial artist?"

Feng Qinghuan found a protruding rock, stood firmly, and then responded: "The younger generation is lazy by nature, ignorant and inexperienced, only a little martial arts at the end of the family, and dare not go up to Taoism."

The Taoist smiled slightly, and said while climbing: "You came from the opposite mountain road, ran at least ten miles, and climbed a hundred feet, and you didn't catch your breath, and your face didn't turn red. I think you have a lot of experience in the method of nourishing qi, so don't be too modest."

Feng Qinghuan climbed up a few feet, and then looked at the Taoist, with white hair and a childlike face, with an elegant figure. In a blink of an eye, he was several feet away, and a sudden impulse arose in his heart, "Taoist...do you accept apprentices?"

The Taoist didn't seem to hear clearly, and didn't respond for a long time, Feng Qinghuan also felt abrupt, quickened his hands and feet, and tried his best to catch up.

When the two reached the top of the cliff, Feng Qinghuan's face was flushed and he was panting continuously. The Taoist only had a slight heaving of his chest, but his face remained as usual.

"Little friend, it's extremely cold at a high place, and it's the most difficult and dangerous way to transform into a living being. You really think it through clearly, and you want to worship me as your teacher?"

"Creativity and metamorphosis is the talent of heaven and earth, the way of great virtue, the younger generation yearns for it, and has no regrets or regrets."

Hearing this, the Taoist turned to the corner of the cliff, thoughtful, Feng Qinghuan thought to himself: "I have stayed here for more than half a year, and I have listened to a few words, and I don't know if I can get through... this Taoist must He is a person with a background, if he fools my good father and let me go away from home for four or five years, it will not be in vain."

"What are you laughing at?"

Feng Qinghuan unconsciously covered his mouth, and hurriedly said: "The scenery here is unique, and I feel very wonderful."

"Mountains and rivers are all created by God"

Feng Qinghuan thought: "He said that, is he willing to accept me or not? Let's try him, if he is not willing... then he can only follow blindly."

"Daoist, I—" Feng Qinghuan said halfway, the Taoist walked lightly, and jumped down the cliff, Feng Qinghuan leaned forward to look again, the clouds and mists in the valley had risen, and the ravine was vague, so he had to stop his steps and shouted : "Master, where will we meet tomorrow?"

A leisurely sound came from the bottom of the valley, "Arouse the water of the three rivers, startling the flowers in the garden."

Feng Qinghuan listened to it, with a dazed expression, "Sanjiangshui? No, he's trying to play a riddle with me - diverting water to fold flowers...the plaque on the door of my family's ancestral hall? Could it be...he has already been to my house?"

Since there is a long history, it is not guaranteed that Feng Mingyan can be persuaded.Feng Qinghuan couldn't feel his joy, and lost the interest of staying on the top of the cliff to watch the scenery, so he ran down the mountain with the wind in his sleeves.

"If Daoist Sun wants to take my son away, he will accept this map."

Feng Qinghuan heard Feng Mingyan's voice from afar, and his feet stopped suddenly.

"The Feng family lived in Sichuan, and their qi training methods are different from those in the past. Even if they got the sword manual, it would be of no use except to damage the bones. Why insist on killing him?"

"Daozhang Sun's meaning...Ming Yan understands that the Xunli Six-Phase Formation was built by the tenth generation head of our Feng family with huge sums of money. Qinghuan goes forward, and then walks in the rivers and lakes, but whenever he encounters any difficulties and entanglements, he can know the Fengjia Jianzhuang, and there is no difference between money and effort."

Hearing this, Feng Qinghuan spat secretly and thought to himself: "Father...the Taoist priest is a peerless man, how could he be contaminated by the kindness and resentment in the world? It's hard to find a master, so you should give me a little face , why did you pull out that mundane swordsmanship to embarrass people..."

"Qinghuan, since you came back early, why did you hide? This is Mr. Su Men from Luoyang, Daoist Sun Deng, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

"Hey—" Feng Qinghuan lazily responded, walked up to Sun Deng and bowed deeply.

The father and son stumbled and stumbled on weekdays, Feng Mingyan endured it for a long time, wishing to send away his living plague god, dragged Feng Qinghuan to kneel on the ground, and said: "You have brought this map with you, if you have time, ask the chief... The road is high and long, and it’s better to be away than at home. If you can accept it, you must accept it. Don’t let your temper get into trouble. With your elder brother, you don’t need to worry about your family. I will pick you up myself."

Feng Qinghuan nodded again and again, and said in his heart: "Father is really... After all, I don't care if he is thinking about the one-acre three-point land under his feet... He likes to talk, I like to listen, anyway, tomorrow Just leave, he can't care anymore..."

Behind him was the green mountains and green waters, which he was tired of looking at. Feng Qinghuan only looked back, and hurried to catch up with Sun Deng in front of him.He thought that after wandering outside for a while, he would return home soon, but he didn't think about this farewell, and he couldn't return until he died.

The two walked near the Bailong River and suddenly changed their directions.

Sun Deng walked very fast, Feng Qinghuan couldn't help making noise even though he was struggling to follow, "Master, where are we going?" Since stepping into a deep mountain, Feng Qinghuan asked seven times before and after seeing Sun Deng. After ignoring it for a long time, Deng shrank back half a step embarrassingly.

As night fell, and finally a fence could be seen, Sun Deng suddenly quickened his pace and talked to the man guarding outside the gate of the village, before Feng Qinghuan caught up.

"This place is called Ermazhai. The Baima Qiang people are isolated from the outside world. Not many people know Chinese. After entering, they speak as little as possible."

Feng Qinghuan nodded, and said in his heart: "It's true, master. In the past few days, besides telling me to talk less, I should talk less... I'm afraid I won't be able to reach Luoyang, and I will be suffocated to death first."

The cottage was brightly lit, and everyone was dressed in costumes, forming circles and circles, dancing in the wind, and singing endlessly. Feng Qinghuan looked at Sun Deng, who was dressed in white, and thought about Sun Deng dancing in the middle, and couldn't help but burst into tears. Laugh a few times.

However, Sun Deng just stood on the boulder in the distance, closed his eyes and held his breath, as if he was listening to something.

Feng Qinghuan brought a jar of wine from nowhere, and swayed left and right as he walked, apparently quite drunk, "Master... good wine, really good wine, my father's brewing is far from good, you can try it too taste?"

Sun Deng was about to retreat, but for some reason, he suddenly paused and said coldly, "Here we are."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Deng pierced through several important points on Feng Qinghuan's back with great force, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and his eyes were instantly clear.

"Master, what's coming?"

Sun Deng was silent for a while, then said coldly: "Shen Lang."

Feng Liyuan, who was used to living in the mountains since he was a child, looked at the flames soaring into the sky not far away, and really couldn't figure out what to be afraid of a few wolves.

The drunkenness and tiredness that faded came together, Feng Qinghuan slipped his feet, and was about to fall asleep on the spot, but Sun Deng let out a long roar, and the drinking and having fun crowd retreated in all directions like a wave.

"Take it." Sun Deng pulled a sword from his back and slapped Feng Qinghuan hard on the chest.

"This battle... dare this wolf become a spirit? Not afraid of fire?" Feng Qinghuan hugged the scabbard tightly, and followed Sun Deng closely.

Not long after, the surrounding forests were dotted with faint light, gradually converging into a stream, rushing down the ridge.

Feng Qinghuan saw Langtouqiu and Lihuo, and only then did he understand what Sun Deng meant by "participating in the wolf".

Erma Village is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The two tribes of Baima Qiang and Tanlang Qiang have been fighting for a long time. They have changed hands several times, and finally settled in the hands of Baima Qiang for more than ten years. Comeback.

There were whistling sounds all around. The Baima Qiang people were well-trained. One moment they were still drinking and having fun, and the next moment they had already guarded the whistle in all directions.

"Master's call just now, if it had been a little later in the evening, I'm afraid it would have been too late... In this way, could it be that earlier... Did Master know that the Greedy Wolf Qiang would come tonight?"

Several men with long spears came out first and surrounded Feng Qinghuan.This was Feng Qinghuan's first serious fight with someone, even though he drew his sword in time, he still couldn't avoid stage fright.

Seeing that Feng Qinghuan was young, the leading man yelled a few times to divert the help beside him, and while Feng Qinghuan was stunned, he raised his long spear and threw it hard, and came straight to Feng Qinghuan's face.