The highest mountain in Zhushan County is called Jimao Mountain.

According to county annals, in ancient times, this mountain was named "Qimao".

Qi, Cha Road; Mao's word is "mao", which means the appearance of prosperous plants and trees. Qimao Mountain, as the name suggests, is a mountain that is easy to get lost. There are many trees, vines and wild grass that block the mountain road. After ten days and half a month, the road I walked cannot be recognized.

The mountains that can be entered and cannot be obtained in this way are of course full of legends.

Among the people of Zhushan County, there are several types of mountain gods alone.

I won’t mention the common Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian (fox, weasel), such as the mountain monster with human face and leopard tail, the mountain mandrill with a bad temper and a long list of gods with titles.

There are also several mountain temples, distributed throughout the mountains.

Except for those at the foot of the mountain, the incense in other temples is not very strong. On weekdays, only hunters and woodcutters will occasionally go to rest.

Mo Li came to a mountain temple with red tiles and yellow walls under the wind and snow. The snow had already covered half of the temple door. He had to dig out the snow. After finding the door, he opened a crack and stuffed himself in, and then closed the temple door tightly.

There was a faint fire in the mountain temple, and the fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes was revealed. Obviously, there were others in the mountain temple, but Doctor Mo was not surprised, as if he had known it.

As soon as he put down the medicine basket, he heard footsteps coming from behind the curtain of the statue of the Mount Mandrill.

"Shizhi, you are here."

The person who spoke was a very decent old man. Although he was wearing an ordinary cotton robe and wrinkled on his face as if he was pine bark, his eyes were not turbid at all. His temples were slightly bulging, and his steps were calm while walking, and he was completely old and in a state of tranquility.

"Teacher." Mo Li saluted with a respectful expression.

This is his teacher Qin Lu, who taught him how to read and write, how to distinguish between words, and even how to deal with people. According to the convention of private schools in the world, he should be called a teacher or a teacher.

Qin Lu nodded and found a cushion to sit down.

He was a hermit who lived in the mountains all year round. He was either a woodcutter or a hunter who interacted with him. It can be said that he did not need to pay attention to any etiquette, but Qin Lu's behavior still had a kind of demeanor that only a noble family had.

"Sit." Qin Lu signaled, Mo Li rubbed a cushion and took out something from the medicine basket.

Two packets of salt, one of the gourd containing pills, as well as flint, silver and other substances.

"The heavy snow is not stopping, and I am worried about my sir, so I went up the mountain to visit." Mo Li sat upright, looking like he was well-educated.

Mr. Qin sighed and nodded, "You are intent."

Before Mo Li answered, Qin Lu said again: "Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, the woodcutter Zhou Laosan ran into a suspicious person in the mountains. He said that he was like a geese outside the pass. Qimao Mountain did not produce good ginseng, and this person came a bit strange."

Mo Li lowered her head and made a listening statement, which was actually concealing the guilt in her eyes.

Yes, the wild ginseng in Zhushan County is very ordinary. The white ginseng was the most spiritual plant he had found after traveling around 300 miles. He moved his seat every year and planted it above the spiritual acupoint where the qi veins gather. Now the white ginseng is a full circle fatter than when he discovered it.

Not only white ginseng, but also white fox.

Except for the giant snake, the other two were forcibly captured on this mountain.

Nothing else, because Mo Li felt that within a radius of three hundred miles, only Qimaoshan was the most abundant spiritual energy. I won’t talk about Bai Shen. The white fox was very unhappy at first, but after staying there, he became obedient. This is a good place, and whoever lives will know.

"These geese are all dealings that kill people and rob goods. Where can they make money? They fly over like flies, not necessarily to dig geese." Mr. Qin pondered.

"I came here this time and happened to meet the visitors you mentioned. They are all buried under Songyun Cliff."

Looking at Mo Li with a respectful expression, Mr. Qin thought about it. He was very interested in the process of the visitors angering Mo Li. According to his student nature, as long as others don’t make the mistake, they are too lazy to do anything.

However, when Mr. Qin saw that Mo Li had no intention of explaining, he did not ask.

——He is not an ordinary student and cannot be used to speculate based on common sense.

"Those visitors outside the pass will have a support staff when entering the mountain. You should pay more attention after going down the mountain to Zhushan County." Qin Lu mentioned casually. In fact, he didn't take those visitors seriously. However, most of the visitors were poor people, and the hunters in the mountain were just men who were good at fists and had no resistance. They were really not the opponents of those murderers.

"I'll ask how they got here by the way. Qimaoshan is unknown, and there is never a person who picks ginseng. It's seven or eight hundred miles away from the border. Even if you get lost, you can't be lost."

"Yes, teacher." Mo Li raised his head and reminded him hesitantly, "...Teacher, Qimaoshan is the ancient name. No one calls it that now. This is Jimaoshan."

Mr. Qin's face turned black.

As a hermit, although he is open-minded, the name of the mountaintop in seclusion is too ugly and he is also disheartened.

Jimaoshan Hermits and other things can't be said at all.

Perhaps the name Qi Mao is difficult to understand and difficult to write for illiterate people, so several generations came down, and after passing on it, a good name disappeared.

Mo Li was very afraid of meeting other people from other mountains. After all, when they met, they always had to report their names and hometowns. As soon as he opened his mouth, he had to say that he was from Jimao Mountain. Is there any face left?

Even if your face is not worth it, you can't throw it away like this.

However, children do not dislike their mothers, and dogs do not dislike their family poverty... Forget it, just Chimao Mountain is Chimao Mountain.

Mo Li remembers that it is not wrong to say that this is his home in this mountain. Mo Li is not a human being, his real body is a fish. In human terms, he should be a monster.

——Fortunately, his prototype is not a chicken, otherwise a chicken from Jimao Mountain would definitely be a bald chicken. If you want to report your names with other monsters, you may be laughing to death.

Later, Mo Li knew that he was thinking too much. Even if he was a piece of chicken feather in Jimao Mountain, no monsters would laugh at him, because there were no monsters in this radius of 300 miles. He traveled all over Zhushan County and all nearby mountainous areas. Although there were countless legends on each mountain, all of them were not confirmed. Mo Li lived for so many years and had never seen a ghost, let alone a monster.

Very lonely.

Fortunately, I met a teacher, a knowledgeable hermit who really did not seek fame and fortune. He taught him a lot of things and how to live in this world.

In the faint firelight of the mountain temple, Qin Lu looked at Mo Li, who sat upright and with empty eyes, and knew that his student was distracted again. He shook his head helplessly.

Mo Li is smart and studious, has a unique talent, is both civil and military, is humble and polite, but there is only one problem...

Mr. Qin, who believes that he is a saint of Qihuang, doesn't understand why Mo Li has a mild absurdity. The child always thinks that he is a fish, a monster who has been practicing for many years and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon before turning into a human form.

Could it be that the name is wrong?

Although this student was an orphan he picked up in a mountain torrent, it was difficult for outsiders to change the name given to him by his parents, so Qin Lu gave his student early, and did not use the name to call him.

Carp is also a fish, called Shizhi, which means that he hopes that he will be free and at ease all his life.

Qin Lu didn't care about fame and fortune, and of course he would not ask his students to stand out and become famous all over the world.

That absurdity did not interfere with the normal life of Mo Li, and Qin Lu tried every means to find that the Mo Li could not be cured, so he no longer cared about it. After all, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, which one is true and illusory. It doesn’t matter who “self” is, and it doesn’t matter whether it is a butterfly or a fish. What is important is how to be “self”, how to be a human being, and be a person who is worthy of the heaven and earth.

Mr. Qin thought Mo Li was very qualified in the latter one, so he regarded some minor problems as if he had not seen them.

Let’s talk about Mo Li’s death. He asked Qin Lu for some prescription questions, and then prepared to say goodbye.

"The wind and snow are so strong, you can stay for one more day." Qin Lu insisted.

"The student hasn't gone to Lingquan yet, so he's leaving now. I'll come to visit the teacher tomorrow."

"oh."

Qin Lu's eyes were empty.

Here comes again, and my students always feel that a living spring deep in Qimao Mountain is home where Yu has lived for many years.

In fact, there were no fish, shrimp, lizards, frogs, insects in that spring. The spring water was even clear and there was no strange phenomenon of the mist in the world of the blessed world. Even if it was hard to make up, it would not be possible to create any legends of strange and strange ambitions.

At the same time, Mo Li, who saw Qin Lu's expression, sighed in her heart.

It came again, he thought. Since the teacher knew that he was a fish, he was very nervous and gave himself a lot of soup and medicine. It was full of spiritual energy. Later, he told himself not to tell outsiders about these things.

Every time Qin Lu was involved in these topics, it was very unnatural. Mo Li learned from the books and the woodcutter hunter that humans were afraid of monsters. Nine out of ten stories were all monsters that showed their true colors. The poor man fainted. Although Mr. Qin was of martial arts and was invincible to the cold and heat, and the eighteen great men were not his opponents, Qin Lu was eighteen years old after all. How could a monster like Mo Li, who respected his teachers and Taoism specifically scared the old man?

"Then go. If the snow has not stopped tomorrow, please help me bring some wood to strengthen the mountain temple." Qin Lu calmly picked up the teacup on the table.

Mo Li said goodbye thoroughly and left with the medicine basket on his back.

***

Lingquan is not far from this mountain temple, it is in a hidden cave.

The cave is not closed, with gaps of all sizes on all sides. This is formed by the long-lasting erosion of water. Now the cave is covered with silver, ice sculptures and snow, and is shiny.

Mo Li walked in along the largest gap, and the slippery ice had no effect on him.

The cave was very deep, and it took him half a stick of incense to end.

Mo Li put down the medicine basket, looked around, took off all the clothes on her body, and stacked them neatly in the medicine basket. In the reflection of the snow, the fair skin covered by her long black hair exuded a jade-like moisturizing, and her naked ankles directly touched the ice surface.

"Crack, Crack..."

Slight cracks appear on the ice surface, and the cracks are very deep, showing the thickness of the ice layer.

Such a thick ice should not be broken by stepping on it.

The ice quickly cracked and melted, and the clear spring water was below.

The ink carp sank into the water with the cracked ice layer, and the tiny ice and snow stirred up, covering the entire water surface. When they slowly dispersed, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the water.

"Bang."
Chapter completed!