Two months later, the autumn is high and crisp.
at dusk.
In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke from the cooking wafted up, three or two young children were running and fighting in the village, there were farmers cutting rice in the fields by the roadside, and the big yellow dog lay lazily outside the house, sniffing the rice in the house behind him under the setting sun fragrant.
The sound of hooves from far to near shattered the tranquility of the small village. The big yellow dog stood up in fright, and bowed his body to watch the smoke and dust in the distance vigilantly.
Two horses, one black and one white, came galloping, and when they reached the entrance of the village, they slowed down their hooves and looked up at the mountains not far away.
The sunset is reflected in the mountains, the clouds and mists in the mountains are faint, and they are set against a crimson. There are jagged rocks towering in the sky, and it seems to fly to a fairyland in the lingering red clouds.
At the foot of the mountain, a shepherd boy rides on a cow, and the shepherd's flute is long, which makes this rural picture more peaceful.
"It's what they said, this place really looks a bit fairy-like." Baima is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth. His long black hair is carefully tied with a silver belt in a samurai bun, and the end is draped like black satin. , looking unrestrained and unrestrained. His bright eyes stared at the mountains with hope.
The black horse is a young man in brocade robes. He looks four or five years older than him. The faces of the two are somewhat similar, and it is easy to think that they are a pair of brothers. The difference is that this young man's facial features are more angular, and he looks a lot more stern and serious.
Both horses were hung with long oilcloth bags, and the cold spear tip appeared from the mouth of the bag, and the cold light was slightly exposed.
After listening to the young man's words, the young man did not respond, but just quietly looked at the shepherd boy in the distance, without saying a word for a long time.
"What's wrong?" The boy turned around and asked.
"It's nothing." The young man regained his senses and smiled, "It's just that the tune is unheard of, fresh and distant, and makes people feel relaxed and happy."
The young man nodded in agreement. If this environment was originally only five or six points of immortal meaning, coupled with this leisurely pastoral flute, it would be seven or eight points in vain.
He didn't think much about it and said with a smile: "There are many good songs in the world, and we don't know all of them. Could it be that my brother suddenly started to like Sizhu's voice?"
The young man laughed, shook his head, and the two slowly rode their horses into the village.
The roadside is the paddy field, the farmer in the field is sweating like rain cutting the rice, the young man slowly passes by, but his eyes are fixed on the paddy field, his expression is getting more and more serious.
The boy looked left and right for a while. Some of the rice in the rice field had been cut, and some were still growing. At first glance, it looked messy and nothing to see. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he couldn't help but wonder, "What are you looking at..."
"Look a little farther and look carefully."
The young man looked at it seriously, zoomed out, and looked at the rice field. He seemed to feel that the cut down part of the rice field formed the shape of a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish. Although it was not too standard, the shape was really Tai Chi!
Is it an illusion
The young man presses his surprise in his heart, and he reined in his hands and said, "This old man..."
The farmer raised his head, only to see the obvious extravagance of the two, and their faces turned into chrysanthemums: "Are you two going to the mountains to find immortals? It's getting late, how about staying at my house for one night? It's cheap..."
"..." The image of the master was instantly shattered, and the young man's eyes moved, but he still introduced himself politely: "Under Li Qinglin, this is the younger brother Qingjun... I dare to ask the old man, this rice is cut in such a shape... What's the way? "
"Door?" The farmer scratched his head in puzzlement, and the mud was on his hair, "This is the abbreviation of six and nine that Xiao Qin taught me. What does he say when they are combined? I don't understand. While memorizing how to write numbers, I cut it like this..."
Is that so? The two brothers looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the number six and nine is unheard of, it is much easier to accept than the farmer in the field creating Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish in the field.
The farmer said again: "My family's accommodation is the most comfortable, hot kang and hot milk, only three wen..."
"No need." The two smiled and reined in their horses and left.
"Ehhh..." the farmer shouted behind him, "Don't go into the mountains so late, there are poisonous miasmas and strange tigers in the mountains recently, it's very dangerous!"
The young man Li Qingjun patted his gun bag, turned his head and smiled and said, "It is only when we face difficulties that we show our sincerity. Why don't we help you get rid of the tigers?"
The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Be careful."
Approaching the end of the village, it has reached the foot of the mountain, and the meaning of the mist is even stronger, and the courtyards at the end of the village are not clearly visible. A woodcutter came leisurely with a burden, as if passing through the clouds and mist, and sang a song at will:
"Everyone knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget their fame. Where are the past and present? A pile of grass in the barren mound is gone.
The world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget them. In the end, I only hated that there was not much gathering, and when it was too long, I closed my eyes..."
The two brothers watched and listened, the horse's hooves slowing down, and finally stopped completely.
When I came to this place, I felt that it was different from other places. Even a woodcutter sang songs of this level. No wonder people said that this mountain has immortals. There is indeed some truth.
"Dare to ask the old man..." Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "Who made this song?"
The woodcutter smiled and said, "The song sung by the Qin family is interesting, right?"
What's more interesting? This is where? This is Xianji Mountain, where immortal seekers from past dynasties have flocked in an endless stream. It is even more meaningful to hear such a song in such a place.
"Dare to ask where this Mr. Qin lives?"
The woodcutter pointed at the depths of the cloud and mist: "The last yard at the end of the village is where the medicine is dried. I recognized it in the past."
The yard is really easy to recognize. The small yard is densely covered with brackets, and there are several layers of dustpans on the shelves, which are covered with various herbs. The scent of herbs is faintly lingering, which is very comfortable.
A young man was sitting in the middle of the yard, holding a stick and pounding medicine into the stone mortar.
The two watched for a while immediately, and the original feeling of meeting an expert in person was dissipated. Because this young man is too young, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like sixteen or seventeen. He is no bigger than Li Qingjun. What's more, with the two's martial arts vision, this young man is just a martial artist, and his cultivation is not as good as himself.
Teenagers are fun too. He was coarsely clothed and a little frail, looking very handsome and quiet, not like a country villager, but like a scholar. While making medicine, I was leisurely, humming a tune I couldn't understand, and the sound of making medicine "Zhen Zhu" drifted in this quiet evening, with a relaxing rhythm and rhythm, and the feeling of leisure and tranquility in the countryside emerged spontaneously.
Looking at it like this, most of his songs and figures are from some miscellaneous books, or some homework? In the case of homeschooling, farmers and woodcutters only say "Xiao Qin" and "Qin family boy", I am afraid that the elders are no longer there.
What's interesting is that his "medicine pestle" is a mace, which looks thicker than his thigh, and the ferocious mace gleams in the sunset, forming an outrageous contrast with his delicate appearance.
Is this his martial arts weapon
"Hey!" Li Qingjun watched for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Can a mace smash medicine, isn't the front end fangs?"
The young man stopped his hand, turned his head to look at them, focused on the gun sacks of the two, and answered the question: "It is inconvenient to enter the mountain at night, the two should be careful. There are strange tigers on the top of the mountain, don't approach, if you accidentally get into trouble , run immediately, it won't chase."
Li Qinglin asked, "The little brother's surname is Qin?"
The boy replied casually, "Qin Yi."
Li Qinglin introduced himself again, and continued: "My brother went into the mountains to find immortals and listened to the woodcutter's singing. It is very meaningful. It is said that it was made by Qin brother?"
"Oh, it has nothing to do with me when I heard Taoist priest You Fang sing in the early years."
"..." Li Qingjun had long thought that this young man about his own age couldn't possibly be some kind of Gaoshi. Hearing the words, he said, "Excuse me," and wanted to go up the mountain.
Li Qinglin suddenly said, "Brother Qin looks like a pharmacist? Are there any kinds of antidote? Let's buy a few pills."
Li Qingjun looked at his brother strangely, they were all prepared, what medicine did they buy temporarily
"There are no types, one pill will solve it all." Qin Yi threw a cloth bag at random, "There are two pills in it, ten taels of silver."
Li Qingjun took the cloth bag, looked at the two red dates-like pills inside, and sneered: "How can there be a pill to detoxify, what kind of pill are you?"
His voice was clear and crisp, and with such a sneer, the awe-inspiring heroic spirit of the horizontal spear was diluted a lot, and he felt a little charming.
Qin Yi stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned: "This is called eating jujube pills."