Ancient buildings, clear tea, Sanskrit sound.

Such an unknown inn is located in the deep mountains.

The boss was not seen in the inn, and the waiter was also deaf and dumb.

Every day, there are the purest Pu'er hair tips, the most authentic daughter Hong, and the most powerful burning knife.

There is everything you can imagine here, but no one knows who opened the inn.

Similarly, no one knows what is hidden here.

There are people coming and going here every day. Most of the people who come and go cannot tell their age. They are not like ordinary people in every move. Some come and leave in a hurry, and some can order a pot of tea and sit quietly for a day.

There are few people here who simply come to taste tea and drink wine. Most people communicate with others for some purpose, or trade with others.

Most of the conversations they communicated were strange topics, such as the Zhulu back then, the whereabouts of Zulong, the Nine Cauldrons cast by Dayu, and so on.

But what appears most in their mouths is not these inexplicable remarks, but the life of a mountain and a person.

The mountain is called Guanshan, and the person is named Hanchuan.

However, this Guanshan is not the other Guanshan, nor the so-called famous mountains and rivers.

The Guanshan in these people is actually not a mountain, but represents a mysterious force that has been passed down for thousands of years because of its important mission. Ordinary people have never heard of it. But everyone who hears it knows that Guanshan is difficult to cross, but no one knows where Guanshan is.

As for Han Chuan, he is even more legendary. It is said that he is proficient in various Taoist secret techniques, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, holding the power of the sky, and even the legendary imperial seal belongs to him in the end.

And Han Chuan came from this mysterious Guanshan.

But while later generations were talking, they no longer knew whether Guanshan made Han Chuan successful or Han Chuan revitalized Guan Shan?

He is so legendary that no one listener can believe that such people really exist in this world.

But for some reason, no one has ever seen this legend again.

Some people say that he has lived in seclusion long ago, some people say that he and his confidante wander around the world, and some people say that he has seen through the world and made his home in the world.

When it comes to this, everyone can't help but envy and fascination in their words.

Although no one has seen it, surprisingly no one has ever suspected that even a legend will fall. Whether he is still in this world or not seems to everyone firmly believe that Han Chuan will not die.

A recent rumor about him was that someone found a character on the Golden Peak of Emei. The content was said to be a song left by him, and the signature was a simple character Sichuan.

Some people assert that by memorizing this song, you can find the mysterious Guanshan and the legendary Han Chuan. Everyone wants to take advantage of this great opportunity, but few people know what the character is.

I often go to this inn. Unlike others, I order a pot of tea but put seven tea bowls on it. I listen quietly to the strangeness in their mouths but never speak.

Maybe I just want to leave a memory for myself. After all, it has been too long and I can't even remember what I have experienced before.

Perhaps only I know the guests in the room. Six words were engraved on the lintel of the inn with my fingers.

When you pass by the mountains, Hu will not return.

The name of this inn is to pass by the mountains instead of the mountains.

Hu Bugui is the name of the song.

That is not a secret treasure, it actually represents just a simple miss.

Seeing this, you may have guessed it as smart as you can.

I.

It's Han Chuan.

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Time flies back to the beginning of the story.

When I was young, I often had a dream.

And in the dream, the me in the dream does not seem to be the me in life.

I wore a crown on my head and a black suit. There were twelve embroidered texts such as sun, moon, stars, etc. on it. The sun, moon, and stars were embroidered on both shoulders. The stars were embroidered on the back of my neck. I tied a jade belt inlaid with golden clouds and dragon patterns in my waist. I stepped on a high-waisted red compass dragon heavy shoes. I turned my hands to make clouds and turn my hands to make rain. I held the authority in my hands.

Although I don’t know why the man who looks the same as me is wearing this, according to his clothes, he seems to be an emperor of a generation.

And I don’t seem to care about the power that everyone flocks to in the secular world. I will climb a mountain more often, sit alone on an altar on the top of the mountain, muttering something in my mouth, as if I am missing something, but unfortunately I have never heard it clearly in my dream.

In addition, I often dream of my father, who climbed in the mountains and walked alone in the sea.

I forgot to say that my father suddenly disappeared when I was young, disappeared from the world, and had nowhere to come.

Apart from my father's disappearance, the process of growing up was actually very simple. I was no different from all kinds of people on the street. The only difference may be that I have read too many books.

There is a study room at home, filled with ancient books like mountains, including many rare books that are not found in museums and libraries, and some ancient scrolls that cannot be seen by people. It is because of these books that I have been different from others since I was a child.

Although I am not proficient in everything, I have at least learned about it. I have passed down various schools of thought and secrets of ancient myths and unofficial history. These things that others do not do their jobs in the eyes of others have always been my favorite.

But I never expected that one day, I actually entered the myths and history that have been passed down for thousands of years in China. Only then did I realize that these myths and secrets are not all fictional, and the truth of many things has long been buried by time.

...

I will always remember that day, and that was the beginning of it all.

I was sorting out ancient books at home and suddenly heard the door ringing, which began this long and wonderful road of exploration. If I could choose to do it again, maybe I would not have the courage to embark on this road again.

I quickly opened the door and saw a young man full of innocence leaning against the door waiting for me. When I saw me open the door, I greeted me with a smile.

"Brother Chuan, Brother Lang called you out to drink. He was anxious to go first and asked me to tell you the address, so you can go there quickly."

The person who talks is my neighbor, and the brother Lang he talks about is my friend, and it is also the first person in this story: Shen Lang.

"Okay, thank you, I'll go now."

I quickly collected these rare ancient books that I regarded as treasures and expressed my gratitude to my neighbors.

Shen Lang, my childhood playmate, always shamelessly said that he was a hero with the same name and surname as Gu Long, but in fact, he might only have the word "Lang".

When people first saw him, they were not the gentle young man in Mr. Gu Long's writing, but the villain who was written in various stories, who was over 1.90 meters tall, with a big waist and a round figure, and a fierce look.

But the opposite of his height and weight is his courage. He said that he was as timid as a mouse, and even praised him. When we were out, if he suddenly heard the barking of a dog, he would jump into my arms and go out to play until midnight. If I didn't send him away, he wouldn't even dare to go home by himself.

According to his personality, I am afraid I will not be a powerful hero in this life. Fortunately, I was born in a good family, and I have no worries about food and clothing since I was a child. When I grew up, I also don’t worry about life. I live a free and casual life, and I travel around unrestrainedly, which is somewhat similar to a chivalrous man. I have been withdrawn and not good at socializing since I was a child. He is so distracted that he doesn’t care about it. He is one of my few friends.

I thought it was only two of us, so I found a small restaurant to drink and chat, but I found the place according to the address given to me by my neighbor, but it was a very luxurious restaurant. I couldn't help but suspect that I had gone to the wrong place.

While thinking about whether it was time to go home, I suddenly saw someone walking out of the door in front, looking around and heading straight for me. I looked carefully and it was Shen Lang.

I asked the reason for the matter in a few words. It turned out that it was our classmate reunion. I am a cold-hearted person and I am too lazy to communicate with others. I didn’t have many friends when I was a student. He was afraid that I wouldn’t come, so he called me out in his private name.

I didn't want to participate, but Shen Lang had a kind intention. At the same time, he relied on his height and strength to pull me in while I hesitated.

Although I don’t like socializing, I can’t just let others down with a bitter face. Fortunately, I have been working for many years, at least I don’t understand interpersonal relationships. It’s rare to have such an opportunity, so it’s a good thing to talk more.

I talked to the people in my deskmate about interesting things when I was in school, and talked about who was the best at studying and who was the least worried about the teacher, who fell in love with whom, and who was the first to love, and who fell in love with whom, and the most things like that. After all, the old man once said, which young man was not passionate and which girl was not in love.

As we were drinking, it was already half dark and we were rarely together. Everyone was quite excited. Someone had already drunk until they fell asleep, and some had already talked about the childhood tears.

And I also planned to get up and go home. After all, it was getting late, so it was time to go back and rest.

"Everyone eats and drinks well, I'll leave first, please forgive me."

No one raised any objections, after all, most people are already drunk, and I am aloof by nature, and the few people who are not drunk may not hope that I will continue to stay.

I was about to go home, but I heard the squad leader shouting at me.

"Han Chuan, wait a while, let's go together. I happen to have something to look for you."

Although I don't like it, as the saying goes, it's hard to hit a smiley person, so I have to wait for him to come out and ask him what it was like to find me.

But he said things were more important, and he couldn't explain clearly after a few words, so he had to find a teahouse with him, and while drinking tea, he heard what he wanted to do for me.

The class leader’s surname is Sun, and his single name is Zhen. He has a good relationship when he was in school, but he has never contacted him after graduation. I heard that he works in the personnel department and his life is pretty good.

"Han Chuan, how are you doing recently?"

Sun Zhen was not anxious or slow, and chatted endlessly while drinking tea.

"I wish you good luck, life can still be lived."

I was actually a little impatient, but I still responded to him with a smile.

"I can't contact you after graduation. I want to tell you some things, but I'm not sure. I'm afraid you will be in vain."

Sun Zhen looked into my eyes and spoke seriously.

"If you have something to do, it's about you or me?"

I didn't want to go around the corner, so I asked straightforwardly.

"I seem to have heard about your father these two days."

Sun Zhen hesitated for a long time, and then slowly said this.

Bang!

After hearing this, the teacup in my hand fell to the ground, and then I stood up excitedly and grabbed his shoulder. Seeing this, the people next to me thought something had happened, so they hurried over and asked us what was wrong.

After Sun Zhen said that it was okay, although the kind-hearted man turned around and left, he still stared at us, as if he was afraid that we would fight if we had a disagreement.

But I didn't care about other people's thoughts. After calming down, I fell into deep memories.

I was actually raised by my mother alone.
To be continued...