Qingcheng is secluded in the world.
There are countless famous mountains and resorts in the world, and the three mountains and five mountains have their own coquettishness, but the famous mountains in Shu are only Qingcheng Emei, among which Emei Jinding Buddha is famous all over the world, but Qingcheng is much more lonely.
The boiling water surged out from the mountains in the west of Shudi, causing many floods.
In the ninth year of Yong'an, a flood that swept hundreds of miles poured into Shudi, resulting in 100,000 people being displaced, and the family was ruined and the death was unbearable.
Qingcheng is on the side of that mountain.
Qingcheng Mountain is empty and green, the peaks and valleys are reflected in the lush and verdant forests, and there are many Taoist pavilions, all of which are made of natural materials, without fake carvings, and the mountains, forests, rocks and springs are integrated, reflecting the Taoist style of advocating simplicity and nature.
The seclusion of Qingcheng is still in the back mountain.
A lush pine and cypress, the stream is murmuring, although it is the beginning of summer, the meaning of coolness is like autumn.
In the forest, there are swimming dragons.
The dragon is born with a thousand claws, black and white, like an ink painting between mountains and rivers.
When I looked closely, I realized that it was a woman dancing a sword.
The woman holds a double sword, the short sword is like snow, the ruler is long, the long sword is like ink, more than three feet, the sword walks with her, fluttering like a dragon and startling Youhong, and then lined with a purple shirt, beautiful as if in a painting.
Amazed to disperse the old times of the deceased.
Not far from the gap of a stream, there is an old Taoist priest with white hair and green clothes standing on the boulder with dust in his hand.
There is no wind in the woods.
But the black and white swords wander like yin and yang and the wind, the sound is sharp and endless, the new green branches float down from the cypress tree, like rain, the port is smooth like a knife cut, it has not landed, and it is cut into countless pieces by the invisible energy, flying with the wind.
The white-haired Taoist priest couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
The sword-dancing woman suddenly stopped, making the momentum of Yan Fei, the white sword in her hand behind her back, and the ink sword pointed directly at a tender tree three feet away.
Behind the woman, the branches gathered but did not fall. into a Tai Chi yin and yang diagram.
After a breath, it rustles all over the ground, or merges into the stream and flows into the distance.
The woman raised her head and said with a crisp smile: "Master, what if, the disciple can beat the master?"
” A trace of sadness flashed in the white-haired Taoist priest's eyes when he heard this, but he squeezed out a smile, his face was full of doting, "It's more fancy, it is said to be a sword, but in fact it is a sword dance, you......
Take out this swordsmanship, but don't say that I taught it. ” The woman pursed her lips and collected her sword.
"It's good to look good, I don't fight the end of the world, girls......"
The white-haired Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh.
After hesitating, he still said: "Zhishui, do you remember the black-clothed scribe who came to Qingcheng ten years ago?"
” Gongsun Zhishui remembered the incident that was so long ago that it was almost forgotten in the corner of memory, "How did the ancestor talk about the blind black-clothed literati, is it ......?"
After all, the white-haired Taoist priest couldn't bear to deceive the most doting disciple, "He sent a letter. ” Gongsun Zhishui was surprised, and immediately overjoyed, he didn't have any news in the past ten years, and suddenly sent a message, there was news from his senior sister?
I can't help but think of that dusk ten years ago, a blind black-clothed literati came to the mountain behind Qingcheng, elegant and elegant, and the gentleman's demeanor was fascinating.
Three rounds, from sunrise to sunset.
The chess strength can be called the master of all the Taoist leaders in Qingcheng, and he actually fought three battles, and the black-clothed literati slaughtered the big dragon in every game.
After a long time, the ancestor abandoned his son and asked, "Where did it come from?"
” The black-clothed literati's eyes that were very beautiful but could not see the scenery of the world, as if there was a demonic whirlpool, said two words softly: "Borrow people, borrow swords." ” At that time, in addition to the eight-year-old himself, there was also a senior sister who was in her twenties.
Shizu was silent.
The black-clothed literati said softly: "Twenty years later, Xu Qingcheng is the head of the Taoist temple in the world. ” The ancestor stared at his senior sister and himself, and sighed faintly for a long time, "The sword embryo of the water stop natural fetus, once the sword path is successful, it can protect you thoroughly." ” The black-clothed literati shook his head, and his beautiful eyes, which could not see the scenery, fell on the senior sister, and said that he was a famous family, why did he disappear the green pine, and in the passing years, you are willing to go with me, and return your Fang family's innocence in twenty years.
Senior sister and grandfather, who was a great Confucian in the Renzong Dynasty, was punished by the ten clans.
The senior sister nodded heavily.
The black-clothed literati got up, stepped on the twilight with his hands and left, the black clothes fluttering, at that moment he was like a fairy, not touching the dust of the world, and beating his cardamom heart heavily.
It turns out that the reader is so chic.
The senior sister got up silently and saluted her ancestor.
He gently touched his horns and sideburns, and laughed, full of sad smiles, and his voice was very warm, "The flow of water stops, junior sister, you must remember that we are sisters." ” After speaking, he resolutely turned around and went down the mountain with his sword.
But the master stared at the back of the black-clothed literati, and only looked up to the sky for a long time before he sighed: "There is a dragon slaying technique in the world, and the female emperor Zhang Guo will have a demon born, and Da Liang can be prosperous for a long time?"
” The black-clothed literati have the skill of chess and the skill of slaying dragons.
In the past ten years, there has been no news of the senior sister, and there has been no news of the black-clothed literati.
Rescuing the long-term memories in his heart, Gongsun Zhishui stuck out his tongue and asked, "Master, a letter from a black-clothed literati, but is it news from my senior sister?"
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” The white-haired Taoist priest smiled bitterly, "I still use it as a chess piece in the past few years, and I will do things for him." ” After a moment of conversation, he said with a gloomy expression: "But something happened to your master." ” Gongsun Zhishui suddenly froze.
Looking at the white-haired Taoist priest with trepidation, he asked, "Master......
What happened to him?
” In Gongsun Zhishui's memory, he couldn't remember the master's face clearly, and he was still in infancy, so the master went down the mountain with a black and white sword, saying that he wanted to fight the sword world to see the enchanting world.
It's only been more than ten years, and Master still hasn't replied, as if he has evaporated from the world.
Suddenly there is news today.
Gongsun Zhishui had a bad premonition in his heart, especially when he saw the sorrow hidden in the eyes of the ancestor but pervasive for no reason, his heart sank inch by inch.
I am an outcast.
The master picked himself up and brought him back to the mountain, and then he had a home.
Master is like father.
The white-haired Taoist priest looked at the green pine, his bitter eyes were sour, the cultivator broke seven emotions and six desires, but people can be ruthless if they are not grass and trees, the disciple is dead, and as a teacher, he can not be sad.
After a long time, he sighed lightly, "Jiao'er has been relieved." ” Disheveled!
Gongsun Zhishui only felt that his heart was like being struck by lightning, and he suddenly lost his strength, took a step, leaned on a cypress, tears rolled down silently, and his red eyes were silent.
The white-haired Taoist priest saw it in his eyes and just sighed.
I don't know for a long time, the dense woods sounded the sound of big birds returning and small birds chirping for food, Gongsun Zhishui looked at the birds in the nest, and wiped away his tears, "Master, disciple will go down the mountain tomorrow." ” The wind suddenly rose, and the two swords on the woman's waist groaned, trembling in the sheath, like a phoenix.
Three feet away, the tender tree that had been pointed at by the ink sword silently fell.
The incision is like a mirror.
The white-haired Taoist priest wanted to speak and stopped.
Stop the water, this is exactly the calculation of the black-clothed literati who slayed the dragon, he wanted to borrow the hand of our Qingcheng to kill the Beizhen Fu Si Tiqi named Li Ruyu.
He calculated that the master ancestor would not hide it from you.