Qingcheng Mountain implements ascetic practices, and the disciples never ride horses when going down the mountain. Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao took their horses and walked with them.
A group of people are not in a hurry to hurry, they just walk slowly along the way, laughing and chatting.
Qin Le rode a small flower donkey and walked beside the team. He was working hard, reading a book on formation while riding a donkey, waving his hand in front of him from time to time, bringing out a light or two.
Gu Qingqiao and Mu Xiyuan walked behind the horse, watching Qin Le amused, Gu Qingqiao gently pulled Mu Xiyuan's sleeve and asked him in a low voice, "When you first came out of the mountain gate, did you get along with him? Is he almost?"
Mu Xiyun glanced at him and said, "The first time I went out of the mountain, I went to the northwest. I met you and Wuying."
Speaking of Wuying, Gu Qingqiao's face immediately sank. "That child has been spoiled by his master since he was a child, and he only does things according to his own will. In the Northwest Snow Slayer, if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have fallen off the cliff."
Mu Xiyuan blinked, remembering that day, when he just walked to the edge of the cliff, the rock suddenly collapsed and he fell from the cliff.
The wind was whistling in his ears, and Mu Xiyuan hurriedly grabbed the vines on the edge of the cliff, and even tore off a few vines and couldn't stop the fall. Suddenly, a force surged up from under his feet and lifted him up, and out of nowhere an arm stretched out and wrapped around his waist. Mu Xiyun was shocked, but he didn't dare to move. There was a "shh" sound in the ear, and the two were tightly attached to the rock wall. A few small stones fell from above, and it seemed that someone was looking down on the edge of the cliff. After a while, the people above should have left, and there is no movement.
Only then did Mu Xiyun turn around and saw Gu Qingqiao's angry face.
"Why are you so careless? Is such a high mountain fun?"
The anger that had been held back for two days had nowhere to vent, and Mu Xiyun felt irritable in her heart. He stretched out his hand and pushed the ancient green bridge, almost taking both of them down the cliff. "It's not that I'm going to fall, you go away!"
The arms around his waist tightened, and Gu Qingqiao whispered in his ear: "Are you crazy? Don't move, go slowly."
The two carefully climbed the vines and slowly descended the mountain, and finally reached a platform at the lower part of the mountain, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After calming his breath, Gu Qingqiao pulled Mu Xiyun to train a few more words, but suddenly stopped.
There was a faint trail of tears on Mu Xiyun's face, and the corners of his eyes were still red and wet. He broke away from Gu Qingqiao's hand, jumped out of the cave without a word, and went down the mountain alone.
After that, it was another year that I hadn't seen.
"How did you know that I would fall off the cliff?" Mu Xiyun asked.
"I'm not an immortal, how could I know that you would fall off a cliff?" Gu Qingqiao said with a wry smile, "I received an order from the teacher's gate early that morning, asking me to go outside the city to connect with people, who knows that the time has passed and that person will not be there. Come, I didn't feel right at the time. When I hurried back to the inn, you guys were already out. I searched all the way, and finally got to the middle of the mountain, but I saw you fall from the top. I was so scared that my soul was scattered. "
Hearing his exaggeration, Mu Xiyuan laughed softly and teased, "I didn't see it, I just remembered that you scolded people so fiercely." After he finished speaking, he quickly walked a few steps and stepped forward to join Deng Xian.
Looking at his back, Gu Qingqiao felt a burst of remorse in his heart. If it was now, he would definitely not let the crying little fairy leave. Now, now... As if a sword light split the chaos in his mind, Gu Qingqiao suddenly realized that it was fifty years later, and many things could be changed if he wanted to.
The group walked for a long time and passed a small village where a few idlers were basking in the sun at the entrance of the village. Seeing so many people coming, they were vaguely alert, and the women and children hurried into the village to hide.
Seeing this, everyone stopped outside the village, just to take a rest and take out dry food to replenish their strength.
Deng Xian was recommended by his apprentices and brothers to go to the village to ask for directions. Seeing that he stepped forward to give a salute and asked a few words, one of the men stood up, and after a conversation, he followed Deng Xian to the crowd.
When the man came before the crowd, he bowed his hands and said: "Li Li, the villain, grew up in this Li Village since he was a child. I heard that the immortals are going to Yinlong Villa, and the young man recommended himself to be a guide. The villa is in front of the village. Three or four miles, turn west and turn into a fork in the road."
Although this person has a slick face, but fortunately, he is articulate and speaks decently, which is not annoying. Everyone was tired of walking, and after listening to him tell some interesting rural stories along the way, they couldn't help but regain some energy.
After walking forward for more than three miles, there was indeed a fork in the road extending westward. There are slates faintly visible on the fork road, which should be the former driveway. It's just that it has been in disrepair for a long time, the slate has long been broken, and the weeds on the roadside are growing fast.
Li Li led the crowd to walk inwards along the fork in the road, and he was still chattering about some stories. When the young people were walking on this road, the grass swaying beside them blocked most of their sight. When the breeze blew, the grass rustled, making people feel that something was following them all the way, and the group couldn't help but be alert.
After walking in for a stick of incense, the grass gradually disappeared, and the road opened up. After a small piece of flat land, the gate of the villa was revealed in front of everyone.
The gate is very wide. From the open space in front of the gate, one can imagine the lively scene when the caravans gathered and the guests were full. It's a pity that no one has taken care of it for decades. The slate in front of the door has long been mottled and broken under the wind and the sun, and the red paint of the door has also been peeled off, revealing the gray-white wood color.
Li Li is also dedicated to his work. As soon as he arrives at the destination, he automatically enters the role and begins to explain the origin of Hidden Dragon Villa to everyone.
According to legend, this place was originally the private property of a prince of a certain dynasty, and it was abandoned after the change of dynasty. A cultivator accidentally passed by here and stayed here. That night, he had nothing to do in the village, and walked along the veranda to the lake in the backyard, but saw black clouds surging, and a long shadow fell into the lake. The immortal cultivator stayed by the lake all night, but there was no movement.
Coincidentally, since that night, the spiritual power of the manor has skyrocketed, and it has become a blessed place for cultivation.
Because of this opportunity, the man simply stayed in the local area, bought the manor, renovated it, married the daughter of a local big family, and took root here.
With the aura of the champion, the immortal cultivator quickly made a breakthrough and became a powerful one who dominates. This person is the owner of Yinlong Villa - Wen Jianlong.
One day, when the owner of Wenzhuang was celebrating his birthday, the well-known Longxi Ruilingzhuang, Damo Zihuomen, and Jiangnan Jinghu family all came to join in. While everyone was enjoying the wine, all of a sudden there was a faint sound of thunder, and a clear roar was heard in the rain. A water column in the Hidden Dragon Lake in the backyard shot straight into the sky, and a dragon actually appeared in the clouds. The guests exclaimed for a while, and the wine also woke up most of the time. They hurried to the backyard, but they saw a golden armored man fighting a dragon.
Li Li was excited at this time, and a burst of spittle flew: "That battle was really turned upside down, after three days and three nights, I heard a scream in the cloud, and the dragon was stabbed in the dragon's eye by the sword of the golden armor. Immediately, blood fell from the sky like a torrential rain, and when it fell on the ground, a huge fire ignited, even the lake surface. I went to look for the man in golden armor, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then he was busy casting spells to put out the fire and helping people clean up the mess. When they returned to the front room, they were all sweaty, and it took a long time to recover."
Everyone was fascinated, and their faces were full of longing looks. If you think about that battle, it must be extremely exciting. "What happened later? Did the dragon really die?" asked the young disciple of Qingcheng Mountain.
Li Li blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "How can a layman like me know the life and death of the dragon. But I heard from the old man that after the dragon disappeared, few disciples of the Yinlong Villa were born, so people said, The aura before the place was all radiated from the divine dragon, and once the divine dragon died, the spiritual energy was exhausted, and the cultivator had nothing to rely on, and the cultivation naturally slowed down.”
Cultivation is basically taking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to train one's body, so it is irrefutable. Several impatient disciples even tried to release their spiritual consciousness to feel the spiritual energy, but they were dead and found nothing.
Li Li stepped forward and pushed the gate of the villa. The door was unlocked, and when it was pushed, a crack opened. Li Li turned his head and smiled and said, "Follow me, gentlemen. Although this villa is in ruins, there are still a few scenic spots to admire."
The crowd followed him through the door. It seems that Li Li is often in the business of this guide. He is familiar with the door and the road in the manor, and leads the crowd through the corridors to watch around.
Although the garden is deserted, the pavilions and pavilions are still there, and the traces of the flower garden and the rockery still exist, which shows the good taste of the original owner.
Unconsciously, everyone came to the Hidden Dragon Lake in Houshan.
The lake covers a wide area, next to a hill in the back. The clear lake water is like a large mirror, reflecting the white clouds and mountains. Young people have seen a lot of dilapidated colors in the indoor garden. Now they see this sparkling lake, and they all feel relaxed and happy. At this time, it was already in the west, and the yellowish sunlight sprinkled golden ripples on the lake.
The grass by the lake is lush, and the young people walked for a long time and walked for a long time.
Immortal disciples go down the mountain to practice, and it is common for them to sleep in the wild. A group of people picked up dead branches and leaves from the woods on the side and lit two bonfires. Zhu Yicheng pulled Qin Le and didn't know where the wild had gone, but now he suddenly appeared, carrying a few pheasants and hares in his hands, which caused cheers from the younger disciples in Qingcheng Mountain.
The game was processed by the lake, and the grill was placed on the grill. After a while, the aroma of the barbecue wafted away. Gu Qingqiao skillfully turned the branches in his hand, and a hare was roasted by him, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the fat dripped. Zhu Yicheng smelled the fragrance from afar, ran over, and said with a drooling smile: "Brother Wanbo, your craftsmanship is so good, you have hooked all the greedy worms out." After he finished speaking, he looked sad: "I regret it, I should go to Shanhai City with you."
"Really?" Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Luo..." Zhu Yicheng covered his words before he could say anything, and asked in a low voice, "Good brother, I was wrong, please don't. called."
The group of people around laughed.
Gu Qingqiao looked at Mu Xiyuan's smiling face and was in a good mood. He shoved the branch with the roasted rabbit in his hand into Zhu Yicheng's hand and said, "Go, go, don't say that brother doesn't love you."
Zhu Yicheng got the hare, thanked him with a smile, and ran to Luo Qingwen and the two female nuns to present the treasure.
Gu Qingqiao shook his head with a smile, and strung a hare. After the hare was cooked, Gu Qingqiao thought for a while, and stretched out his hand to Mu Xiyun.
Mu Xiyun naturally took off the Qiankun bag and handed it to him. Gu Qingqiao dug into the Qiankun bag, and actually took out a thinly glazed white porcelain plate, tore the rabbit meat into small pieces, piled it on the plate, and handed it to Mu Xiyuan.
This approach is very natural, as if the two have done it countless times.
Because roasting the second hare delayed the time, the disciples around Qingcheng Mountain were already full, and they were chatting in twos and threes at the moment, but no one noticed them.
Mu Xiyuan picked up a few pieces of rabbit meat and ate it with the hot dry food. After taking the water bag handed over by Gu Qingqiao and drinking two sips of water, she put down the food and took out a white hand towel to wash her hands by the lake.
Gu Qingqiao followed, holding the plate in his hand. "No more food?" he asked softly.
"Don't eat," Mu Xiyun looked up at him and twisted the handkerchief in his hand, "You eat more."
The two sat on a large rock by the lake. The moon has risen, but it is like being wrapped in a layer of flannel, emitting a hairy light. Mu Xiyun hugged her knees, tilted her head and asked Gu Qingqiao: "Do you believe the story of the dragon?"
"I don't believe it." Gu Qingqiao ate the last piece of rabbit meat, washed the dishes with the lake water, wiped it dry and put it in the bag.
"Why are you so sure?"
Gu Qingqiao looked at Mu Xiyuan's eyes, where the hazy water and moonlight made him unable to move his eyes. He smiled and said, "Because the person who killed the dragon was me!"