Chapter 20 Chapter 46 Ancient Prose

Qingyun Mountain, Big Bamboo Peak. For many years, this mountain, one of the seven main peaks of the Qingyun Mountains, has always been relatively cold. Compared with the other prosperous Qingyun six peaks, Dazhu Peak has much fewer pavilions and palaces.The successors and disciples of Dazhufeng's lineage are also very thin. When Tian Buyi, the first disciple of the previous generation of Dazhufeng, was alive, there were only seven disciples he accepted on the entire Dazhufeng except for Tian Shouzuo's family.Today, after the establishment of the Qingyun Sect, there is no head seat anymore, but this Big Bamboo Peak is still clean, and the disciples of the past still live here, except for the senior brother Song Daren who has taken in a disciple Mu Huaizheng, the other juniors They are still practicing behind closed doors, and live a very leisurely life.

There are more mountains and plains than other mountains, perhaps only the endless green bamboos!You know, "Yuntao", one of the six scenic spots of Qingyun, is on this Dazhufeng. Outside the Shoujing Hall, the sun was shining gently on this piece of mountain land that had gone through countless years of wind and frost. Whether it was the corridor of the house where the disciples lived in the distance, or the kitchen in front, it seemed particularly quiet at the moment.Even the big yellow dog that has been a conspicuous mark on the Big Bamboo Peak for so many years has also gone to the bottom of the mountain to play with Xiao Ding during these days, which adds a little bit of excitement to the Big Bamboo Peak, which is less noisy and barking. The cleanliness rarely seen in the past, the smoke curling up slowly from the chimney above the kitchen roof, a seductive aroma gently floated out from the open porch of the kitchen, and at the same time a crisp and rhythmic sound of chopping firewood came from the kitchen. Came from the kitchen.

A green sword glow suddenly appeared in the sky above the Big Bamboo Peak, circled around and then slowly fell down.Stopping in front of the Shoujing Hall, the light flickered away, revealing the figure of Lin Jingyu in a moon-white long dress. He turned around, with a calm expression on his face, and began to look at the place slowly.For many years, since he came to Dazhufeng once when he was a teenager, he never came here again.Originally, he felt very vague in his memory, but when he stood in this quiet hall again, the memory that had been settled deep in his heart suddenly stirred up again, recalling scenes and scenes from his youth.

No one seemed to notice his arrival, all the houses and courtyards were quiet, not a single person was seen, the cleanliness here seemed to bring a little laziness not found in other places, but Lin Jingyu didn't feel much about it, he His eyes quickly turned to the kitchens of the simple wooden houses in front of Shoujing Hall, and he heard the rhythmic and clear sound of chopping firewood. He listened in silence for a while, and then walked towards the kitchen. His speed was not fast, but the distance was not very far. Not long after, he walked outside the kitchen door, and through the open wooden door, he clearly saw the scene in the kitchen.

The fruit bowls on the stove were lined up in a row, next to the wall there was a high pile of green bamboo pieces cut into the same size, and there was a long table a little farther away, with a few benches next to it.They all look old and worn. I don't know how many years have been spent in this kitchen, but they still stand there firmly and peacefully. The windows are bright, the table is clean, and even the stove that is cooking and cooking soup is wiped spotlessly, without the dark, dark and messy feeling of fireworks flying in the secular kitchen.At the same time, a man dragged a small bamboo stool and sat in the kitchen with a few black knotted bamboos unique to the back mountain of Dazhufeng beside him. Yu silently looked at the man, watching her faintly rhythmic way of chopping firewood.Those famously tough black-jointed bamboos are like green tofu at this moment. Every time they are cut, they will be broken cleanly and become evenly sized bamboo pieces.Then he threw them away casually, and piled them neatly on the pile of bamboo chips as high as a hill.

After a while, the man sensed something and turned his head to look over.When he saw Lin Jingyu standing outside the door, he was obviously taken aback, then stood up. The corners of Lin Jingyu's eyes twitched slightly, but that face was so familiar.Even if there are more vicissitudes now, the temples are slightly white, the past, the memories of the innocent years of youth, slowly come to mind. He stood in the house, he stood outside the window, staring at each other. This glance, silent and speechless, I don't know how many years of wind and frost, suddenly drifted by in this quiet glance.

For so many years, even after exposing cause and effect and giving up grievances in the past, he still hasn't come here again.And this man named Zhang Xiaofan incognito never seems to leave the Big Bamboo Peak. For practitioners of Taoism, the distance between several mountain peaks is only a few feet away, but for them it seems to be the distance of the world. But now, he stood here again, silent and quiet. I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly smiled, that smile was gentle, with a bit of quiet warmth, standing in the kitchen, said: "Come in and sit down!"

Lin Jingyu seemed a little awkward, nodded slowly, walked in, Zhang Xiaofan went to the wooden table and took an old but still solid wooden chair, handed it to him, said: "Sit." At this time, there was a sudden bubbling sound from the large iron pot on the stove.Zhang Xiaofan smiled at him, turned around and walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, took the spoon and turned it over twice.At this time, there was a crisp sound of bamboo shattering behind him.Zhang Xiaofan turned around and saw that Li Ningyu sat on the small bamboo stool at some point, took the hatchet, picked up the bamboo, and chopped it down with a knife.

One knife, another knife, also has a strange sense of rhythm, the tough black-jointed bamboo also becomes extremely fragile under his knife, scattered one by one, turning into bamboo pieces of the same size, and then lightly touched by Lin Jingyu. Throw it to the wall and build it neatly.Zhang Xiaofan didn't say a word, he quietly watched this friend who grew up with him, and after many years, he suddenly did such a thing in front of him... He walked to the other side of the stove, picked up a few pieces of bamboo and stuffed them into the flames at the bottom of the pot. At the same time, he took a black fire stick placed on the ground, stretched it in and pulled it out; Just stood up.

The last piece of black knotted bamboo also fell, and Lin Jingyu threw it on the bamboo pile by the wall.He dropped the kitchen knife, glanced over, and paused for a moment on the black fire stick on the ground next to the stove in the corner, and then said calmly: "This is the first time in my life that I do this job of chopping wood." Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help laughing, picked up a chair and sat aside, smiled and said: "Your family was better than mine when you were young, and you were one of the best in the village, so naturally you don't need to chop firewood, but I helped my parents chop a lot back then."

Lin Jingyu nodded, and suddenly fell silent, as if recalling some past events, his face showed a bit of gentleness.Afterwards, he closed his eyes slightly, exhaled slowly, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaofan, and suddenly said: "When he died, did he struggle in pain?" The smile on Zhang Xiaofan's face disappeared, showing a bit of solemnity.Although Lin Jingyu asked this question without beginning or end, but he seemed to understand his meaning completely, and said seriously: "Master Wan went very peacefully." Lin Jingyu nodded slowly, then the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he smiled lightly, as if with a hint of self-mockery. Zhang Xiaofan didn't speak, just sat opposite him and looked at him quietly.After pondering for a while, Lin Jingyu reached out his hand and took out a square stencil with a lot of wear and tear on the edges, and handed it to Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan reached out to take it, and looked at Lin Jingyu with some puzzlement.Lin Jingyu was silent for a moment, and said: "I found this in the ruins of a ruin deep in the Shiwanda Mountain in southern Xinjiang. It should be the ruins of the altar of the ancient witch clan, but for some reason, there are many demon cult worshipers in the ruins." The statue of the evil god, and... Cangsong also haunts there." Zhang Xiaofan frowned, Lin Jingyu paused, and then continued: "Before we have never discovered that the Demon Church that originated in the wilderness of the Northwest has any connection with the ancient witch clan that has long been extinct in southern Xinjiang, I will send this thing back Qingyun presented it to the elder brother in charge, but he couldn't see anything from it. However, senior brother Xiao said clearly that although the righteous way in the world has been flourishing in recent years, he can also feel one or two undercurrents surging, whether it is the devil's religion He is not sure that Remnant Evil is about to move in the dark, but since this board is related to the Demon Cult, he still wants you to take a look." Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly, said: "Why didn't he come to me by himself, instead he asked you to come?" Lin Jingyu said calmly: "Someone doesn't want him to come to see you." Zhang Xiaofan raised his brows, then his expression softened again, he smiled lightly, then stopped talking, turned his head to look at the wooden board, Lin Jingyu sat opposite him, didn't speak anymore, and waited quietly with. The old and slightly dark red wooden board, except for many worn and worn edges, is still intact in the center of the board, and some strange patterns and weirdly distorted characters can be seen more clearly.Zhang Xiaofan stared at these patterns and words, his fingers slowly passed over them, his face gradually became solemn. I don't know how long it took, when his finger slid over the last strange character, Zhang Xiaofan closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in thought.Lin Jingyu waited patiently until Zhang Xiaofan opened his eyes again and looked over, saying: "These are not images, but the totem clan of Gu Wuyi." As he spoke, he pointed to the strange patterns on the top of the wooden board, and then his fingers slowly slid down to the distorted characters below, his voice suddenly became a little weird, with a hint of indescribable He said quietly, "As for these characters, they are peculiar fonts handed down from the early days of the Devil's Cult, and they are called 'ancient holy texts' in the Devil's Cult." He smiled faintly, and said: "To this day, These ancient sacred texts are almost lost even in the Devil’s Cult, and few people recognize them, let alone master them. Only one or two talented and talented people can understand a few of them.” Lin Jingyu frowned, and when he was about to ask more questions, he saw Zhang Xiaofan picked up the wooden board, put it between the two of them, then stared at those distorted and strange words, and continued talking. "The preceding paragraph should be a sacrificial text. It talks about worshiping sacrifices like the ancient gods, offering... living sacrifices, and bless our clan with longevity after drinking the blood." Having said that, he was silent for a moment, looked up He looked at Lin Jingyu.It just so happened that Lin Jingyu's face also changed slightly. Looking at him, the eyes of the two of them fell on the deep dark red part of the wooden board at the same time. bloody smell. "Except for this sacrificial oration, there is basically nothing else, but there is a paragraph at the end." The finger moved slowly, slid down, skimmed over the sacrificial oration, and landed on the last line of ancient holy text with slightly larger font.Zhang Xiaofan stared silently for a while, and then read out each word: "Heaven, earth, no, benevolence, Yi, ten thousand. Things, actions, huts, dogs..." "Huh..." With a sharp whistling sound, the hatchet slashed down with powerful force, and when it saw the trunk of a fir tree with a thick bowl mouth, sawdust flew instantly, and the whole tree shook heavily. Wang Zongjing Afterwards, he wiped off the sweat dripping from his forehead, and slashed fiercely with countless knives, and soon chopped down the fir tree on the edge of the forest. Standing up straight, Wang Zongjing heaved a sigh of relief. Compared with the day when he was suddenly besieged by monsters, he looked quite different.The original torn clothes had been replaced, and he was wearing a very rough linen blouse. At first glance, there were a few small holes in the back, which looked very shabby, but Wang Zongjing didn't care about it. In addition to the fir tree that had just been cut down, there were also two other similar fir trees on the ground, both of which were obviously cut down by him.Standing at the same spot, he estimated that it should be enough, so he stopped cutting new trees, but turned sideways like a woodcutter to cut off the branches of the three felled fir trees, and split them into firewood of similar size. He piled the firewood into a pile, then picked up the long rope from the ground beside him, and tied it into two large bundles of firewood. After finishing all this, he took a step back, looked at the two bundles of firewood with some satisfaction, nodded, then stretched his waist, only halfway through his chest expansion, suddenly the muscles on his face twitched , covered his chest with his hands, frowned, lowered his head and opened his clothes, and saw that the shocking wound on his chest had already healed more than half. It's unbelievable that it's so fast. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. Wang Zongjing turned his head to look, and saw a thin but vigorous old man walking quickly all the way. When he reached the edge of the forest, he saw Wang Zongjing standing When he was there, he immediately showed a smile and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, huh..." Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the two bundles of firewood beside Wang Zongjing, and the old man was stunned for a moment, "This..." Wang Zongjing smiled and said: "Uncle Sun, thanks to you for taking care of me these few days, you not only gave me food, but also gave me a piece of clothing to wear. I'm leaving now. I don't think I have anything to repay you. Just I just cut some firewood for you, so that you can rest for a few days." The old man stomped his feet and laughed, with a simple and honest expression on his face, he shook his head and smiled, "Oh, you said that your... injury is not recovering, why do you do such rough work?" Wang Zongjing waved his hand with a smile, and said, "It's almost fine, it's okay." Seeing him sweating profusely, Uncle Sun quickly untied the water bag on his waist, handed it to him, and said, "Look at your tears, come here!" Now, drink some water! If I had known that you wanted me to leave the hatchet and hemp rope to help me chop wood, I would not have given it to you." Wang Zongjing smiled without saying a word, raised his head and gulped down half a bag of clear water in one breath, only feeling a sense of coolness coming out of his body, it was really very comfortable.Three days ago, he was accidentally left here after Xiao Yicai said some strange words. Not long after, he happened to meet an old woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood. It was this Uncle Sun in front of him. At that time, Wang Zongjing looked miserable, so he extended a helping hand and provided him with food, drink, and clothes. Of course, food, drink, and clothes were all terrible things.However, Wang Zongjing lived from the primitive deep forest in the past, and even swallowed the raw blood of monsters with a frown, so why would he care about this?But old man Sun's kindness really made him quite grateful. Seeing that he had been here for three days and it was time to turn back to the Qingyun Mountain Gate, he felt a sense of repayment. The old and the young meet by chance, and there is a big difference in age, but they have met each other these few days while sitting by the forest at the foot of the mountain, and they get along quite well.While chopping firewood, Old Man Sun chatted casually with Wang Zongjing. After knowing that Wang Zongjing was a disciple who participated in the Qingyun Examination at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Old Man Sun praised him in surprise. In the hearts of countless simple villagers like him around Qingyun Mountain, those who can go to Qingyunmen must be first-class immortals. Similarly, Wang Zongjing also learned something from the old man Sun. The remote village at the foot of the mountain is called Sunjiazhuang, and nine out of ten people living in the village have the surname Sun.The Sun Jishan mentioned by Xiao Yicai is indeed a real person, he is indeed the biggest rich man in this village, and also the village head of Sunjiazhuang.In addition, old man Sun is a native of Sunjiazhuang, and his ancestors have taken root here for generations. However, according to old man Sun, his wife died young, and he is alone now. In fact, he still has a son. As for the son, that is Xiaosun, he is a young man who is not satisfied with the status quo. He left the village a few years ago and went to the largest city within a few hundred miles, which is Heyang City at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.I heard that I worked hard in Heyang City, and now I have found a wife, and my life is quite good. Old man Sun is not complacent, saying that Xiao Sun has asked someone to bring a message back a few days ago, and he will come back in a while. Pick up my father and go to Heyang City together, and live a good life in Heyang City in the future. When he said this, the wrinkles on Old Man Sun's face seemed to be stretched one by one, the joy really seemed to bloom from the bottom of his heart, Wang Zongjing was also infected by his joy, he smiled and congratulated him, and the better he was with him If I have a chance in the future, I must go to Xiaosun's house in Heyang City to see Old Man Sun. If I have a good chat then, I might be able to taste the old wine in Heyang City. After talking and laughing for a while, the sky slowly darkened again.As dusk approached, old man Sun was about to get up and go home.After persuading Wang Zongjing to live in his dilapidated house again, but Wang Zongjing still refused with a smile, Old Man Sun did not force him, smiled and said goodbye to him, and then picked up the two bundles that were bigger than the ones he picked in the past. With the much heavier firewood, he yelled "hehe" twice, and the whole person seemed to be even thinner under the weight of this burden.Wang Zongjing wanted to step forward to help, but was rejected by old man Sun with a smile: "I'm just a person who does rough work, can't I bear this bit of hardship?" Said and waved goodbye, then walked slowly but still step by step back to that remote and quiet village. Wang Zongjing stared at the old man Sun's northern image until he disappeared into the village, then turned around, thinking in his heart that he had stayed here for three days, and it would be better to go back after the class.However, when he turned around halfway, he was startled suddenly, and saw a man quietly and quietly appearing behind him, standing tall, with a calm expression, without anger but majestic, handsome and unrestrained, it was Xiao Yicai. Surprised, Wang Zongjing didn't know what to say for a while, he even forgot the ceremony that should have been done at this moment, Xiao Yicai didn't seem to care about these empty courtesy, walked up and stood beside him, and sized him up , and glanced at the Sun Family Village below, with a calm face, he said: "Three days have passed, do you have any physiognomy here, or do you have anything to say to me?" Wang Zongjing was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "You are right, Sun Jishan really deserves to die." Xiao Yicai frowned, looked at him with interest, and said, "Oh?" Wang Zongjing turned his head to look at the Sun Family Village at the foot of the mountain, and said: "Sun Jishan is filial to his mother and loves his children at home, but when he goes out of the house, he is a bully in this village. He cleans up the daily fish and meat, and the villagers are afraid of him. Only in these three days Li Nei, I sneaked into the Sun Family Village secretly, and saw him rob two families of property, beat three people, and forcibly seized the best field in the village except his family's field, but only gave 20% of the market price. .” Xiao Yicai listened quietly, even after Wang Zongjing finished speaking, these evil deeds didn't seem to cause much ripples in his heart.On the contrary, he seemed to be interested in Wang Zongjing all along. Looking at this tall and strong young man, he nodded and said, "In that case, have you killed this bully?" Wang Zongjing turned around, faced Xiao Yicai, was silent for a moment, and said: "No." Smiling once, Ai narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice seemed to be a little colder, and she said, "Why?" Wang Zongjing suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Yicai.At that moment, the wildness that was suppressed in his heart in the depths of his eyes seemed to come out suddenly and completely, as if he didn't care that the man in front of him was countless times better than him, and his status in Qingyun sect was even more numerous. The crouching top man, with unruly gazes, said coldly: "Why? I don't even know if you are really teaching Master Xiao, and I have never seen you before!" Xiao Yicai seemed to be startled for a moment, as if he didn't expect such an unexpected reaction from Wang Zongjing, but then he shook his head slightly, as if laughing, and the majesty on his face relaxed a lot, and then he didn't answer Wang Zongjing's question. Asking questions, I just gestured behind Wang Zongjing, Wang Zongjing hesitated for a moment and turned around, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and saw a figure turning around behind a big tree in the distance, with a look on his face. With a smile and a familiar face, it was the Taoist Mingyang who had favored him. Wang Zongjing turned around slowly and looked at Xiao Yicai again.Xiao Yicai smiled without saying a word, but the meaning is self-evident.This time, Wang Zongjing was silent for a long time, and then slowly raised his head, his tone became much heavier, but his eyes seemed to be more stubborn: "I won't kill." "why?" "You told me back then that human nature is either right or wrong, and everything has right and wrong. I understand human nature is black and white, but the word right and wrong may not be what you said. Why can you decide the life and death of others? It depends on your morality and power." Why do you treat them like ants just because you are stronger than them?" Wang Zongjing's face flushed slightly, and at this moment he knew that what he said was extremely disrespectful to Xiao Yicai, but somehow, he seemed to be empathetic. There is a rush of enthusiasm in the BI, just wanting to say it desperately: "You want me to kill him, I can't figure it out. I have no grievances with him, and I have never even heard or seen him before. Why do you want to kill him?" To kill such a person who has nothing to do with me?" The smile on Xiao Yicai's face slowly disappeared, and the whole person's aura became dignified and majestic again, and that invisible power seemed to shroud like a shadow, bringing more and more pressure on Wang Zongjing: "Then What do you think is the reason why you would kill someone?" Wang Zongjing gradually felt a little out of breath, but the blood in his heart was always burning like a ball of fire. He straightened his neck and said loudly: "I don't know!" Xiao Yicai's gaze gradually turned cold, and he looked at him coldly, as if he wanted to see through Wang Zongjing's flesh and blood and stare directly into the depths of his heart.Afterwards, he slowly said: "Forget it, then wait until you understand the myth in your heart and figure it out, then come to me again!" After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned around and walked away. Immortal energy rose from under his feet, and a seven-star fairy sword dragged him floating in the void under his feet. At the same time, his voice came leisurely: "Ming Yang , sent him back, and said to the outside world that he had violated the gate rules and was confined for three days, and he was not allowed to go out, so he only came out today."