Two months later, the autumn weather is clear and cool.

At dusk.

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke floated slowly, and three two young children were running and playing in the village. There were farmers cutting rice in the fields by the roadside. The big yellow dog lazily lay outside the house, sniffing the fragrance of the rice in the house behind him in the sunset.

The sound of horse hooves approached from afar, shattering the tranquility of the village. The big yellow dog was frightened and arched up and looked vigilantly at the smoke and dust in the distance.

Two horses, one black and one white, rushed over, and arrived at the entrance of the village to slow down the horse's hooves, looking up at the mountains not far away.

The sunset shines among the mountains, and the clouds and mists in the mountains are faintly reflected in the crimson red, with rugged rocks rising in the sky, and it seems like a fairyland flying in the red glow.

At the foot of the mountain, a shepherd boy rides a cow and the shepherd's flute is leisurely, making the countryside painting more peaceful.

"It's what they said. This place looks a bit fairy-like." Baima was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. His lips and teeth were red, and his long black hair was rigorously tied with a silver belt. The end was covered with black satin, looking at the unrestrained and elegant. His bright eyes were staring at the mountains, and his eyes were quite hopeful.

Heima was a young man in brocade robe. He looked four or five years older than him. Their faces were somewhat similar, which easily reminded people of this pair of brothers. The difference was that the young man's facial features were more distinct, and he looked much cold and serious.

Both horses were hanging long oil cloth bags, and the cold tip of the gun appeared from the pocket, and the cold light was slightly exposed.

After hearing the boy's words, the young man did not respond, but just looked at the shepherd boy in the distance quietly, without saying a word for a while.

"What's wrong?" the boy turned around and asked.

"Nothing." The young man came back to his senses and smiled, "It just felt that the tune was unheard of, fresh and distant, and it made people feel refreshed."

The young man nodded in agreement. If the environment had only five or six points of immortality, coupled with this leisurely shepherd flute, it would have been vain to have seven or eight points.

He didn't think much about it and smiled, "We can't know all the good songs in the world. Did my brother suddenly start to fall in love with Sizhu's voice?"

The young man laughed and shook his head. The two of them slowly rode into the village.

There are rice fields on the roadside, and farmers in the fields are sweating profusely, while young people pass by slowly, but their eyes are staring at the rice fields, with their expressions becoming more and more serious.

The boy looked around for a while and some of the rice in the rice fields had been cut, and some were still growing. At first glance, it looked messy and had no idea. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at again..."

"Look further and carefully."

The boy looked carefully and looked farther and looked at the rice fields. He seemed to feel that the cut and short part of the rice fields formed the shape of a Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish. Although it was not very standard, the shape was really Tai Chi!

Is it an illusion?

The young man pressed his surprise and pulled his horse and bowed, "This father-in-law..."

The farmer raised his head and saw that the two of them were obviously noble, and their faces were smiling like chrysanthemums: "Are you two going to go into the mountains to find immortals? It's too late, how about staying at my house for one night? It's very cheap..."

"..." The image of the master was broken in an instant, and the young man's eyes moved, and he still introduced himself politely: "Li Qinglin, this is his younger brother Qingjun... I dare to ask my father-in-law, this rice is cut in such a shape... what are the tricks?"

"The way?" The farmer scratched his head in confusion, and the mud scratched his hair. "This is the abbreviation of the numbers six and nine that Xiao Qin taught me. What is the name of the combination? I don't understand either. I remember the way to write numbers, and cut it into this way..."

So that's the case? The two brothers looked at each other and sighed in a funny way. Although the number writing of 69 is unheard of, it is much easier to accept than rural farmers creating Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish in the fields.

The farmer said again: "The most comfortable stay in my house is the hot kang and hot milk, just three-month..."

"No need." The two of them smiled and pulled away.

"Hey hey..." the farmer shouted behind him, "Don't go into the mountain so late. There are poisonous miasma in the mountains recently and monster tigers, which is very dangerous!"

The young man Li Qingjun patted his gun bag, turned his head and smiled, "You can only show your sincerity when you see the difficulties. Why don't we help you with the tiger?"

The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Be careful."

As we approached the end of the village, we had already reached the foot of the mountain. The clouds and mist were even more intense, and the courtyards at the end of the village could not be seen clearly. A woodcutter came leisurely carrying a load, as if passing through the clouds and mist, singing songs casually:

"Everyone in the world knows that gods and immortals are good, but they can't forget their fame. Where are the generals and ministers in ancient and modern times? A pile of grass is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver cannot be forgotten. I only regret that I have not gathered for too long, and I have closed my eyes for a long time…”

The two brothers watched in a daze and listened, and the horse's hooves were slower and slower, and finally stopped completely.

When I came to this place, I felt that it was different from other places. Even the songs sung by a woodcutter were of this level. No wonder people said that there were immortals in this mountain, which was indeed a bit reasonable.

"I dare to ask my father-in-law..." Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "Who wrote this song?"

The woodcutter smiled and said, "Is the song sung by the boy of the Qin family interesting?"

It’s not just something interesting? Where is this? This is Xianji Mountain, and there are endless searchers of immortals throughout the ages. It’s even more meaningful to hear such a song in such a place.

"I dare to ask where this Mr. Qin lives?"

The woodcutter pointed casually in the depths of the clouds and mists: "The last yard at the end of the village is that I recognized it in the past."

The yard is really easy to recognize. The yard is densely packed with brackets, with several layers of dustpans on it, and is covered with various herbs. The fragrance of the herbs is faintly lingering, which is very comfortable.

A young man was sitting in the middle of the yard, carrying a stick to pound medicine into the stone mortar, with a leisurely attitude and as if he was approaching the guests.

The two of them watched it for a while, but they had the mood to meet the masters, but they had dispersed. Because the boy was too young, he looked only sixteen or seventeen, and he was not much older than Li Qingjun. He really couldn't connect with any master hermits. What's more, with the martial arts vision of the two, this boy was just a martial arts practitioner, and his cultivation was not as good as himself.

But the boy was also interesting. He was a little thin and looked very delicate and quiet on the outside. He was not like a rural villager, but like a scholar. He was leisurely while pounding medicine, humming a song that he couldn't understand. The sound of pounding medicine floated in this quiet dusk, with a relaxing rhythm and rhythm. The leisurely and quiet feeling of the countryside arose.

Judging from this, his songs and numbers were mostly read some miscellaneous books, or some family studies. If they were domestic studies, the farmers and woodcutters only said "Little Qin" and "Qin family boys", and I'm afraid the elders are no longer there.

Interestingly, his "medicine pestle" is a mace, which looks thicker than his thighs. The hideous wolf teeth shine in the sunset, forming an outrageous contrast with his handsome appearance.

Is this his weapon for practicing martial arts?

"Hey!" Li Qingjun looked at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Can the mace pound the medicine? The front end is not sharp teeth?"

The boy stopped, turned his head to look at them, focused on the gun bags of the two, and answered the question that he was not bad: "It's so inconvenient to enter the mountain at night, so be careful. There is a strange tiger on the top of the mountain, don't get close. If you accidentally get involved, run away immediately, and it won't chase it."

Li Qinglin asked, "The little brother's surname is Qin?"

The boy answered casually: "Qin Yi."

Li Qinglin introduced himself again and continued: "My brother went into the mountains to find immortals and listened to the woodcutter singing songs. It was very meaningful. It is said that it was written by Brother Qin?"

"Oh, I heard what Taoist priest Yu Fang sang in my early years, and it had nothing to do with me."

"..." Li Qingjun had long felt that this young man who was about the same age as him could not be a noble man. He heard this and said, "disturbing" and wanted to go up the mountain.

Li Qinglin suddenly said, "Look at Brother Qin, he is a pharmacist? Do you have all kinds of antidotes? Let's buy a few pills."

Li Qingjun looked at his brother strangely. They had all kinds of preparations, so what medicine should they buy temporarily?

"There is no such thing, and all one pills will be solved." Qin Yi threw a cloth bag casually, "Two pills inside, ten taels of silver."

Li Qingjun took the cloth bag, looked at the two red date-like pills inside, and sneered: "How can I get rid of the poison? What kind of pill are you?"

His voice was crisp. With such a sneering laugh, the awe-inspiring heroic spirit of a spear was diluted a lot, and he felt a little cute and silly.
Chapter completed!