Zhao Kingdom is a small country, like other small countries that support the land in the south, yearning for the East, Longing for the Tang Dynasty, longing for Chang'an, this is the admiration of the lord, and the ideal of Zhao Guowensheng, just like the tenement buildings in the capital, and The imperial palace is high, and it seems that you can see Chang'an, the eastern land of thousands of mountains and rivers.
In the April season, there is no coldness, and naturally there is no uncomfortable heat. A slight wind strokes the earth, passes the Qiang flute of the North Desert, and blows through the Eastern Tang Dynasty, raising some dust like fog, in the evening sunset. After turning a corner, the Great Green Mountain of Zhao State on the edge of the Southern Territory fell on the top of this green mountain at the moment, sitting there on a Vincent boy.
The boy was a little thin, holding a gourd in his hand, and wearing a clean blue scribe gown. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was not tall and his skin was a bit dark, but his clear eyes were clever, just wrinkled at the moment. The raised brows made the clever introverted, and there was a touch of dazed expression in his expression.
"Failed again..." The young man sighed. His name is Meng Hao. He is an ordinary scholar in Yunjie County under the great green mountains. His parents suddenly disappeared in his early years. Already impoverished.
"After three years of exams, I have been reading those sage books all day for the past three years, and I have been nauseous. Is the imperial examination really not my future path for Meng Hao?" Meng Hao laughed at himself and looked down at the gourd in his hand. Somewhat bleak.
"The ideal of becoming a rich man as an official is getting farther and farther away, not to mention going to Dongtu Datang after rich... Useless is a scholar." Meng Hao smiled bitterly, sitting on this quiet mountain top, looking at his hands. In the gourd, the look of dazedness is getting deeper and deeper, and that dazedness carries the fear of the future, the confusion of his own life, he doesn't know what he can do in the future, and he doesn't know where the future is.
Will there be a noble person who is optimistic about himself, whether there is a deep-bowed lady who suddenly likes him, or maybe a few years later, he is still in continuous imperial examinations.
There are no answers to these questions. For a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, the confusion seemed to turn into a mouth that devours people, swallowing him invisibly, making him a little scared.
"Even the teacher in the county town only has a few dollars a month, and it is not even as profitable as Uncle Wang's carpentry shop. I had known that I didn't go to school for the first few years, and I went to learn carpentry crafts with Uncle Wang. It's better than having nothing now." Meng Hao was silent.
"There is not much food left at home, and there is not much left for the silver and silver. I owe a couple of silvers to the Zhou members. What will happen in the future." Meng Hao raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered. The sky is blue and very blue. Big, far away you can't see the end, as if he can't see the future.
After a long time, Meng Hao shook his head, took out a piece of paper from his arms, looked at it carefully, put the paper into the gourd, stood up and threw the gourd down the green mountain.
There is a big river under the green hills, and the river is not frozen in winter. Legend has it that it leads to the Tang Dynasty.
On the top of the mountain, Meng Hao silently looked at the gourd drifting away in the river below the mountain, without blinking, as if he saw his own mother, saw the joy of childhood, the gourd carried his ideals and brought him a magnificent future. Longing, drifting further and further, I don't know who will pick up this gourd someday in the future and see the paper inside.
It wasn't until dozens of breaths of time had passed that Meng Hao withdrew his gaze, concealed the blankness in his expression, took a deep breath of the mountain top breath, his eyes revealed firmness.
"No matter what, whether you study or work, you have to... continue to live." Meng Hao's personality is just like this, with a strong cleverness. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to live alone until now after his parents went out in his early years.
Meng Hao raised his head and glanced at the sky, his eyes felt firmer, and he was about to walk down the mountain.
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from under the cliff. The voice seemed to be blown away by the wind. When it fell into Meng Hao's ears, it was faint as if it were imperceptible.
"Help... Help..."
Meng Hao paused for a while, and then listened carefully, and the voice of life-saving became clearer with his concentration at the moment.
"Help… "
Meng Hao walked a few steps quickly until he reached the edge of the mountain. When he looked down, he immediately saw that there seemed to be a crack on the side of the cliff. Someone leaned out half of his body from there, pale with panic and despair. Shouting.
"You... But Meng Hao, help, Meng Caizi, save me." There was also a young boy who leaned out halfway up the mountain. He saw Meng Hao at a glance, and his expression immediately revealed surprise, as if the desperate situation was about to come to life.
"Wang Youcai?" Meng Hao widened his eyes and looked at the young man halfway up the mountain. This person he knew was the son of Uncle Wang, the carpenter's shop in the county seat.
"You... why did you come here?" Meng Hao glanced at the mountainside crack below. It was so steep that it was impossible for people to climb down. A little carelessness would definitely fall into the river below the mountain.
Especially the river is so fast that once it falls into the water, you will die forever.
"Not just me, there are several other people in the nearby counties. We are all here. Brother Meng, don't say anything, and save us soon." Wang Youcai hurriedly said. Xu has been leaning there for a long time. If it weren't for being grabbed by his companion behind him and almost slipping off, Wang Youcai's face turned paler.
Meng Hao saw the danger, but he went up the mountain alone. There was no way to save people without a rope. At this moment, he looked back at the cane over the mountains, his eyes lit up and he immediately began to look for it.
He was already thin and weak. It took two sticks of incense to find a rattan that was long enough. He panted and hurriedly rolled the rattan back to the edge of the cliff. While shouting the name of Wang Youcai below, he bent down to hold the rattan. The strip went down the cliff.
"You haven't said yet, how did you get on?" Meng Hao asked along the cane.
"Fly!" It was not Wang Youcai who said the word, but an eighty or nine-year-old boy who leaned out beside him. The boy spoke out loud.
"Bullshit, how can you fly? You can fly down, why don't you fly up now." Meng Hao mocked, and simply pulled the cane up a bit.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, we were caught by a woman who can fly, saying that she was taking us to some kind of handyman." Wang Youcai said quickly, for fear that Meng Hao might be provoke to take back the cane.
"That's nonsense again, can fly? That's the fairy in the legend, who believes it?" Meng Hao dismissed it, secretly saying that in the books he had read, there were many stories about encountering immortals and becoming rich people. It's just a deceptive book.
Seeing that the rattan had reached the crack in the cliff and was caught by Wang Youcai, but suddenly, Meng Hao felt the wind gusts behind him, as if the surrounding temperature had suddenly returned to winter, making him shiver, and when he turned his head subconsciously, he was immediately shocked. Scream, the whole person almost stepped down the cliff.
A pale, invisible woman, wearing a silver robe, standing there looking blankly at Meng Hao, this woman is very beautiful, but the pale face and the cold breath, but there is something The feeling of just crawling out of the grave.
"Some aptitudes, if you find them yourself, they are considered your luck."
The sound fell in the ears like bones rubbing, especially the woman's eyes seemed to contain a certain kind of strange power, let Meng Hao take a look, immediately the whole body was instantly cold, as if there was no secret in front of this woman, she was seen through. whole body.
The words were still reverberating, the woman flicked her big sleeve, and a green wind instantly rolled up Meng Hao. In Meng Hao's exclaim, as the woman went straight to the cliff and fell, this scene made Meng Hao's brain blank. .
When the crack was reached, the woman raised her hand and threw Meng Hao directly into the crack. She stepped in as the green wind roared. When she came in, the three of Wang Youcai who was shocked immediately backed away.
The woman stood there without speaking, just raised her head and glanced at the cane that came down from above.
Meng Hao was trembling and nervous. He climbed up and quickly glanced around. The crack was not big, the inside was small, and there was not much room left after standing a few people.
When his gaze fell on Wang Youcai, he saw two teenagers next to him. One was the guy with the head and the brain, and the other was pure and fat. Both of them were trembling at the moment, looking terrified, as if fast. Cried out.
"There is one missing, you can be with them." The woman who looked pale as if there was no emotion, stopped looking at the cane at this moment, but turned her gaze to Meng Hao.
"You...who are you." Meng Hao strongly endured the panic in his heart. After all, he had read a lot of books and had a strong personality. Despite his fear, he knew that he must not panic at this moment.
The woman did not speak, raised her right hand with a wave, the green wind reappeared, whizzing up Meng Hao, Wang Youcai and others, and flew out of the cave with the woman, and went straight to the sky. There was no sign of sight in an instant, only this big green mountain, Still towering, gradually melted into the night in this evening.
Meng Hao's complexion was pale. He saw that he was flying across the sky in the green wind, flying swiftly between the sky and the earth. The wind in front of him whistled in the entrance, breathing was difficult, but a word came to his mind strongly.
"Fairy?" He persisted for dozens of breaths, and he couldn't bear it, and he passed out in darkness.
When he opened his eyes, he was already in a bluestone clearing halfway up the mountain, surrounded by undulating hills, clouds and mist filled with extraordinary dust, and he could see some exquisite lofts surrounding the mountains, full of strangeness.
Wang Youcai and the other two teenagers by his side had all awakened at this moment, looking at the woman in front of them with their backs facing the four people trembling in horror.
In front of this woman, there were two men in green robes, both looking twenty years old, but both had sunken eyes and green pupils, which made people daunting.
"Senior Sister Xu is a good method. She brought back four qualified little babies once she went out." One of the two men said to the woman with compliments.
"Take them to the handyman's office." The woman was indifferent, she didn't even look at the four of Meng Hao. She turned into a long rainbow as she walked, and disappeared between the mountains.
At this moment, Meng Hao had recovered his mind. He stared blankly at the place where the woman had disappeared, and his eyes gradually revealed a look unprecedented in his 16 years. This look made Meng Hao's heart suddenly boil.
"Handyman? This is to work for immortals, so I should make a lot of money." Meng Hao looked forward to it, because he could see that the people here are not killing him.
"Senior Sister Xu has reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation, and she was given a wind flag by the instructor. She can fly before the foundation is built, which is enviable." Another green-robed monk said emotionally, and then his expression was elevated. Look at the four of Meng Hao.
"You, and you, follow me and go to the Southern District Handyman's Office." In the words, this person pointed to Wang Youcai and the sturdy young man next to him.
"This... what's this place?" Wang You was trembling with a trembling voice when he was pointed at by that person.
"Backing Mountain Sect."