The clouds and mist have not yet dissipated, and there is still endless wetness in the air. I don’t know what to do torn apart a hole in the sky, and countless flame-like lights ejected out, more and more, and the originally dim sky also seemed brighter, and the stars began to disappear, disappearing in the sky, and the sky became brighter and brighter.

The breeze blows by, driving away the flying clouds and mist; the rising sun suddenly appears, like a ball of fire rising into the air, and the world becomes clear in an instant, as if it is in a fairyland for a moment.

Murong Yu walked along the official road with his bag and a long sword in his arms, his steps were light; he didn't care about the clothes wet by the morning dew. The breeze blew by, and there was a cool feeling.

The bright sunlight shines on the body, casting a long shadow on the ground. At this time, the shadow is not clear and slightly dim. Perhaps it is because the sunlight is not very strong, or perhaps it is because of the environment.

Crispy birds cries came from the forests on both sides, which made people feel refreshed. From time to time, small animals are constantly chasing in the forest, and the scenery is so beautiful.

But he was not in the mood to enjoy such beautiful scenery, nor was he in the mood to think about these things.

At this time, there was no one on the official road.

He wanted to meet someone urgently, and he needed someone to tell him where he was now.

Yes, he was lost.

Although he had already read tens of thousands of books, he was still lost.

Perhaps it was because he had never traveled alone, or perhaps it was because he had been to too few places.

He couldn't help but sigh that the words of the ancestors made sense, and reading thousands of books was better than traveling thousands of miles.

Despite this, he was still full of hope. Despite this, he remained firm.

He believed that he would meet and would find a place where people lived.

He just walked straight along the official road. The official road was rugged and winding for countless miles.

There will be a road at the end of the mountain.

Walking along the winding mountain road, before I knew it, it was already noon. Just when he was tired and hungry, a tea shop came into my eyes.

The tea shop is not big, but there are four official roads that meet here, and the location is extremely important.

The pavilion with mortise and tenon structure has a green brick and green tiles, which is antique. Linlin scattered with four or five tables for people from all over the country to rest.

The tea shop not only provides tea and water, but also provides food.

At this time, three or five passers-by were sitting in the tea shop. Although the tea shop seemed a little noisy, it was very clean and very good.

Murong Yu walked towards a table leaning against the side and sat down.

"Customer, this shop has excellent tea. What do you need?" the waiter hurriedly followed and asked.

"Just have a bowl of clear water and two meat buns, that's fine."

"Okay! A bowl of water and two meat buns." The waiter replied, "Please wait."

After not much time, the waiter brought the food to Murong Yu's table, "Customer, please use your water and buns slowly."

"Woman, please ask, where is this place and how far is it to Qingcheng Mountain?"

The waiter was stunned at first, and then said, "This place belongs to CD Mansion, which is more than 30 miles away from Qingcheng Mountain. "When you say it, point to an official road," it will take half a day to ride a horse along the official road, but there are many rugged slopes on the official road, so it is not easy to ride a horse. Guest officials can also take a boat from the waterway ahead, and the time is almost the same, and you can also take a look at the beautiful scenery along the river."

Murong Yu bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice."

"Customer, you are polite. I won't disturb you anymore. Please use it slowly." After the waiter said that, he turned around to greet other guests.

It was noon at this time, with the scorching sun in the sky, clear sky and clouds everywhere. The earth was scorching like fireballs, sweating like rain, cicadas sounded, and the heat was unbearable.

There are still people coming and going on the official road, and horses are racing.

In the tea shop, the crowds were like a tide for a while, and it seemed very lively and the voices were hustle and bustle. There were many vendors traveling from south to north and resting here, most of them just stayed for a while, drank a sip of water to fill their stomachs, and then turned around and left.

Murong Yu couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, glad that he didn't go the wrong direction.

Although the meat of buns is not much, it can be considered as soft and rich in sauce-flavored skin but not greasy. Take a bite and the taste is soft. Just swallow it in clean water, which is delicious.

He usually eats this way, and he is used to eating it this way, as if these two buns are the best delicacies in the world.

After a while, I got up to check out the bill. I asked the waiter again where I could take the boat route, so I turned around and left.

The road is still long, but the road ahead is still long. Everyone who misses is a scenery passed by, and everyone who passes by is just a passing passerby. Some people encounter it and turn around and forget it; some people pass by it and must look back.

Who remembers who is who? Who remembers who comes?

No one knows who will meet at the next corner of fate, and no one knows who is destined to join hands for the rest of their lives.

There are so many people in the world who come and go, and come and go.

Murong Yu walked along the side of the official road and soon walked to the riverside.

The river channel is very wide, with lush reeds on both sides, lush and green forests. There are various wild flowers growing on the shore. The breeze blows by, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the trees on the shore shake slightly, which startles countless flying birds. The water surface is not swaying, and it cannot roll up any ripples. The sky is shining above and below, and it is a huge green sky.

There is a ferry on the bank of the river. The ferry is not very large but it is also docked with several fishing boats. This is a family living along the river. On weekdays, they rely on ferry operations to catch fishing fishing for a livelihood.

Before Murong Yu could ask, everyone rushed forward and greeted each other.

After discussion, it was finally decided to take a boat to the ferry near Qingcheng Mountain at a price of five taels of silver.

The fishing boat fell clean, and a shed was built in the center of the boat. There was a table and two chairs on the hem of the shed, which did not seem crowded. The wooden boards in the center were slightly prominent, and it was obviously modified for the ferry. Although it was cleaned, it could vaguely smell the fishy smell.

After Murong Yu sat down, the boatman held up the long artemisia apart and drove away from the ferry. The long artemisia apart crossed the water surface and rippled waves. Walking along the rugged river channel, the boatman was very stable, and it was obviously not the first time he walked on this water channel.

The boat was sailing on the river with the wind, and it was so fast along the way. It really conformed to the ancient poem, and passed by Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds, and returned thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day. The sound of monkeys on both sides could not stop crying, and the light boat had already passed thousands of mountains.

The mountains are beautiful mountains, with strange rocks, staggered heights, mountains, green trees, ancient and magical.

Water is good water, with vast blue waves, gentle breezes, and uninterrupted water waves, which makes people fascinated.

The forest is cold and the stream is silence. There are often high apes roaring on both sides of the river from time to time. There are also hundreds of birds singing so lively. The fragrance of flowers coming from nowhere is also intoxicating.

Along the way, Murong Yu and the boatman had a few words together, which was very harmonious.

"Young hero is going to Qingcheng Mountain, should he go to visit or to find immortals and ask?" The boatman asked politely while holding the artemisia.

"I'm neither playing nor asking, I'm just going home to take a look." Murong Yu replied, his tone with a slightly interesting and sad tone.

"Young hero is really lucky. Qingcheng is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and rivers, outstanding people and beautiful places, and it is a place where gods live." The boatman said with some envy.

Murong Yu was silent for a while, "Maybe, now there are disputes in the world and the turmoil of the court, and it is a matter of trouble. How can there be any gods who can stay out of the matter?"

The boatman said, "Yes, in recent years, internal and external troubles, bandits are rampant, and the world is no longer peaceful. From high-ranking officials to peddlers, everyone has their heads hanging on their waists to live. Fortunately, there are many immortal masters in Qingcheng Mountain, and they go down the mountain to help the poor from time to time, which is quite peaceful. Although there are also bandits, most of them are from poor families and forced to go up the mountain this day. Most of them are robbing the rich to help the poor, and it is not difficult for us boatmen to eat on the river."

"Aren't they afraid of being caught by the government?"

"If you can't eat enough and wear warmly, you will be bullied by the government. All the people will die and become bandits, and you will have to do it. If you can eat enough and wear warmly, who would be willing to live a worried life?"

"That's right. If you don't have a desperate situation, who would be willing to wander into the mountains and forests and become a bandit."

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been in a dilemma. If clothes can cover your body and food can cover your belly, who would be willing to risk beheading and live a worried life all day long?

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There are many ships docked at the ferry at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, including fishing boats, merchant boats, and official boats. They are coming and going, with noisy and lively voices.

Most people come to visit and seek immortals and ask questions. Some talented scholars want to go to the temple to worship before going to Beijing to take the exam and ask for peace of mind. There are also some ordinary families who want to go to the temple to seek marriage and children, as well as the children of the officials who escape the summer heat and cool off the mountains and rivers.

There are all kinds of small vendors setting up street stalls on both sides of the ferry. Not far away, there are shops, just like markets. There are shops selling delicious food and wine, some renting horses to go up the mountain, and some sedan chairmen who rely on their physical strength to eat and carry sedan chairs up the mountain. Men, women, young and old, tall, fat and thin, peddlers and pawns, all the people, all the time.

Murong Yu paid the boat money, waved goodbye to the boatman, turned around and walked towards the shore, and walked along the official road towards the rugged and winding distance. The boatman did not return immediately, but continued to wait by the river to attract guests.

He had no intention of wandering around here, nor was he in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way. He was unwilling to waste his time in this place that he thought was meaningless, nor was he willing to waste his energy on meaningless things. He did not come here to travel around the mountains and rivers. At this moment, he was extremely depressed and extremely sad.

He remained silent, held the sword in his hand expressionlessly and walked forward, following the route deep in his memory, step by step along the stone steps.

The route is not very long, but it gradually deviates from the route to the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

He walked extremely heavy, extremely tormented, and lived like a year.

The closer he got to his heart, his heart began to beat faster, his face turned a little pale, his forehead started to sweat, his palms began to sweat, and he began to tremble. This was not caused by the hot weather, nor was it because of mountaineering, or both, his whole body was already wet with sweat, and he hadn't become so emotional for a long time.

Senior brother He Chong once said that as a doctor, you must not shake your hands during the injection of the needle. The speed must be fast, accurate and ruthless. If you acupuncture is shallow and deep, the needle will stop. The needle is more likely to be fast. Once the needle enters, the needle is more likely to be slow, and if it is urgent, it will cause more injuries.

He has practiced it for tens of thousands of times, and his heart is already calm and calm.

At this time, he had already committed a big taboo.

However, he was indeed very nervous, even a little scared, afraid, and extremely depressed.

The oldest and strongest emotions of human beings are fear, and the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown.

However, he did not know what kind of situation he was going to face. The unknown is the most terrifying and the source of the most feared.

The mountain road is rugged, and we walk along a path deep in our memory and through the rarely visited gullies. Soon, we arrive at the place deep in our memory, his destination this time.

This place where he was born and raised, this place where he played, this place where he had his biological father, biological mother, neighbors, playmates... This place that carries too many memories of him.

This place was originally filled with laughter, play and play, chickens and dogs, and it was very lively.

Nowadays, the collapsed roofs, the desolate courtyards, overgrown weeds, ruins, deserted, and desolate, giving people a feeling of desolation, which is the most true portrayal. The gloomy ruins show that a fierce battle had happened here.

From time to time, a few crisp and miserable bird calls came from afar, which made people creepy.

He pushed away the weeds and walked forward step by step with difficulty, staggering to the door of his home in his impression, his eyes were blurred and his face was wet.

His legs and feet did not know anything, but at this moment his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Without a trace of strength, only a trace of hazy consciousness was left, driving him to walk and move forward.

The oppression from all directions made him feel breathless.

He began to become in a daze, as if he heard his parents, playmates... saying hello to him and calling him.

Entering the yard, a grave appeared before your eyes.
To be continued...