Sword comes

The young Taoist priest was sitting on a small bamboo chair with a dilapidated mountain behind him. This is called having a backer!

The immortal dipped his saliva and turned a page. Unconsciously, the snow-white paper and the dark words were tinged with a faint red glow. The Taoist looked up and saw that the sun had set in the west, but there were still red clouds in the sky, still reluctant to leave, nostalgic for the human world.

Having a book in your sleeve is true wealth, and today you are like a little god with nothing to do.

The long river of time is my training ground, and the days and I are like swimming fish, passing through them leisurely.

After patrolling the mountain, the sun, which had been busy all day, had been sent to the doorstep. Xiao Mi Li came to the foot of the mountain, pulled the rope of the cross-body package, and asked tentatively: "Master Xianwei?"

Taoist Xianwei understood what he meant, nodded and said with a smile: "We'll call it a day. We just happened to have some free time, so let's have some."

This is a riddle that only exists between him and Xiao Mi Li. Chatting is also called knocking, and eating melon seeds is also called knocking.

Luopu Mountain is not an ordinary mountain after all. It doesn't have many guests. Even if there are guests, they are not ordinary people. When he is free, he is really free. When he is busy... he is not as busy as him.

The mountain owner was generous and directly allocated the Xianghuo Mountain to Xianwei and his new disciple as the "opening" Taoist temple. In recent days, Taoist Xianwei and Lin Feijing have been busy on the other side of the mountain, carrying hoes and winnowing baskets, with axes on their waists, working together to build bridges and roads, and gradually constructing pavilions and thatched huts... Although they are simple and there is no need to be so particular, they are adding bricks and tiles to "their own door" after all, and it makes people happy no matter how they look at it.

Xianwei did not ask Wei Wenlong, the accountant of the Jisefengquan Mansion, for a tael of silver. With the salary of a gatekeeper, it was more than enough. Besides, Chief Zhou would always show some appreciation every time he went up the mountain. As a man, a bulging wallet makes one's back straight. I am no longer poor now, I know I am a rich man!

Nuanshu brought a message saying that it was the mountain master's intention that Taoist Xianwei could go to Xianghuo Mountain more often in the near future to take care of important matters. There was no one guarding the mountain gate, so it would be fine.

The immortal commander was best at being rude to polite people, and he immediately humbly accepted the mountain master's suggestion. In the Xianghuo Mountain, he and his cheap disciple took a break in between their work, chewing dry food with pickles, with the sound of gurgling streams in his ears. He and his disciple drank a pot of glutinous rice wine among the mountain flowers. Looking around, he always felt that every day was a good time with a fresh weather.

There is no one on Luopu Mountain who doesn't like Xiaomili, but if you really want to say who chats with Xiaomili the most, and really count the number of words in their chat, it is really the gatekeeper Taoist Xianwei who chats the most, no one else. I guess neither Nuanshu nor Chen Lingjun can compare to him.

Xianwei really likes chatting with Xiaomili. He is always very interested and never gets bored.

Even Chen Lingjun and Bai Xuan admired him so much that it was a pity that Xianwei did not open a school to teach.

While patrolling the mountains, Xiaomili would save up the brilliant ideas that suddenly occurred to him, and when he reached the mountain gate, he would share them with Taoist Master Xianwei.

Occasionally a few will run away, but they will usually be picked up during the next mountain patrol.

The two, one big and one small, chatted away like they were walking on a watermelon rind. One of them didn't have any worries, and the other didn't have any concerns. No matter what they talked about, their brows were relaxed and they looked lazy.

The immortal officer put his hands in his sleeves like a farmer, with his palms overlapping inside his sleeves. "Our worries are often brought by yesterday, and our concerns are often about what will happen tomorrow. Even if there is a way to live forever, how can we solve the problems that have already passed yesterday and have not yet come tomorrow? The Buddhists say that we can get rid of our minds but not our affairs. For ordinary people like us, it is always easier said than done. How can we really let things follow our minds?"

Xiao Mi Li shook his head and said seriously, "Master Xian Wei, you are a deity who practices advanced Taoism in the mountains."

The young Taoist priest leaned comfortably against the back of a small bamboo chair and said with a smile: "Could it be that Xiao Mi Li has a great plan? Please teach me."

Xiao Mi Li laughed and said, "Then you've asked the right person!"

If you ask me how to practice immortal magic, I'm sorry, the big water monster in Dumb Lake can only travel around the world, but if you ask me how to fight with unhappiness, oh wow, I do have some experience!

The little girl in black held her chin with both hands and blinked her eyes. The tall mountains, the curved water, the plump white clouds, the big-bellied blue sky... There was no need to prepare the real words in her mind. "Yesterday's worries and unhappiness were as small as rice grains, a little bit bigger. Put them in today's big bowl of happiness, eat them, fill the gaps between your teeth, and then put the bowl on tomorrow's big table."

The young Taoist priest clapped his hands lightly and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, we should not use our limited bodies to serve the countless sorrows of the world."

Xiao Mi Li handed over another handful of melon seeds, and Xian Wei took it and said with a smile: "I also have a bowl, but I didn't bring it with me. I left it at the ancestral home."

With a glass of wine in hand, big things are like mustard seeds; while cracking melon seeds, small things are like the sky.

Xiaomili rubbed his cheeks, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Xianwei laughed heartily and said, "I didn't jump out of a stone. Of course I have a hometown and an ancestral home."

Xiao Mi Li nibbled melon seeds and whispered, "Master Xian Wei, Sister Pei said that you were not yet successful. When you were in Longyou Shoal, you were captured and taken to a bandit's den to be an accountant. Sister Pei also said that it was the strong and muscular female head who coveted your... beauty and wanted to snatch you away as her husband. Sister Pei also said that it was because you fought to the death and used many tricks, pretending to be a candidate who went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. After you passed the imperial examination, you would definitely come back to marry her in a formal ceremony and take her home in a sedan chair carried by eight people. Only then did the female head let you go. When you left, you wrote a calligraphy work for the village, which said 'God rewards hard work'. The bandits cheered loudly, and the sound shook the sky. The head sent you down the mountain, with tears in your eyes. Is it true? The story is tortuous and exciting."

The immortal officer blushed and felt overwhelmed after hearing this. "What an embarrassing thing!"

Some of the stories were exaggerated by Xiao Heitan, but some were true, such as the boss, who was actually very heroic and beautiful. As for the vows of eternal love, there were naturally none.

In small towns, people would say "nothing meaningful" when describing something as meaningless. In the main hall of a wealthy family, plaques would be hung.

If a bandit den that goes down the mountain to rob people hangs up a sign that says "God rewards hard work" to encourage themselves every day, Taoist Xianwei, don't you consider the feelings of the people nearby and the merchants passing by?

Xianwei recalled some past events and said softly, "It's called a bandit's den, but in fact, they are people who have been driven to the mountains by the world to survive. They block the road for money, but not for killing. After getting the money, the bandits even write IOUs. I have been traveling all over the country for so many years, and I am the only one who can do it. The most robbed people in the village are those big masters who resigned from office and returned to their hometowns with bulging official purses. Ha, they often hire hundreds of people, and they are so mighty. Can you imagine that when those officials resigned and handed over their seals, not to mention the tables and chairs in the government office, even the windows were dismantled and moved home. I remember that the village always wanted to save money. When the debt was paid off, they would set up a well-known martial arts sect and make a living as escorts. Every time they drank and talked about this, men, women, young and old, had brilliance in their eyes."

Xiaomili held her cheeks with both hands, listening attentively, and listening to the Taoist Master Xianwei's narration of the past.

After taking another look at the sky, the immortal commander raised his sleeves, shook them gently, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to calculate.

Setting up a stall to tell fortunes, being able to predict the future and being able to make accurate predictions is a skill that wandering Taoists rely on when they travel around the world.

Xiaomili asked in confusion: "Master Xianwei, what are you doing?"

Xianwei slowly opened his eyes and said seriously, "Count whether there is stir-fried ham with green peppers on the table today."

Xiaomili rolled his eyes.

Xianwei patted his belly and laughed, "Food is the most important thing for people. We can't fool ourselves."

Xiao Mi Li suddenly said, "Count again to see if there are any bamboo shoots to stew."

The Immortal Commander asked, "If the Right Protector were to order something, wouldn't the old chef be so eager to use 120% of his skills?"

Xiao Mi Li explained: "Zhong Diyi has no good judgment. He orders dishes for three meals a day and a midnight snack. This has irritated the old chef. I won't add fuel to the fire."

Besides, the old chef would secretly send her and Sister Nuanshu all kinds of cakes every now and then, so many that she could hardly remember their names.

Xian Wei nodded vigorously. In fact, he was extremely grateful to Zhong Qian, the old man with a toothpick in his mouth. If it weren't for him facing the challenge, Xian Wei and Zheng Dafeng would not be able to prepare special meals for every meal.

On the mountain road, a handsome young man walked slowly. Xianwei was used to it, but he couldn't lose his manners, so he stood up with Xiaomili.

Arriving at the mountain gate, the young man pointed to a mountaintop very close to Luopu Mountain, introduced himself, and said with a smile: "A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. I am from Tiandu Peak. My surname is Lu, my name is Shen, and my Taoist name is 'Tianbian'."

The Immortal Commander bowed and said, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I am Xuanxu, the gatekeeper of the poor mountain. Nice to meet you, fellow Daoist Lu."

"Tianbian", right? The kid's Taoist name is not bad either, Xuanxu, let's see whose Taoist name is more imposing.

Xiaomili was curious as to why the usually diligent music editor did not show up.

Lu Shen calmly turned his head slightly, his face as usual, "Xuanxu Immortal and Luopu Mountain really complement each other. A mountain doesn't have to be high to be magical if there are immortals there, and a mountain doesn't have to be big to be enlightened."

Xianwei was speechless for a moment. This kind of flattery was a bit excessive. According to Zheng Dafeng, it was all about timing. Pay attention to the timing.

God Lu got straight to the point and said, "I am visiting Luopu Mountain today to tell you something. I hope that the Taoist priest can tell Master Chen as soon as possible. Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane has a direct disciple who is both the founding disciple and the last disciple. This person is a local citizen of the town. As for the other disciples he recruited from outside, they are all Ma Kuxuan's tricks. As for this person's name, I really can't say more."

Xianwei was confused, but still nodded and agreed.

Wei Bo followed Lu Shen to the mountain gate.

Lu Shen said, "Greetings to Lord Wei Shen."

Wei Bo looked displeased and said, "I don't deserve it."

Lu Shen said in his heart: "A few years ago, Master Cui came to Tiandu Peak and had a frank conversation with me."

Wei Bo frowned slightly.

With God Lu's cultivation and means, he was intentionally concealing the truth, so even if the Dali court wanted to investigate, they would not be able to find any clues.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Lu Shen’s cross-continental journey and his settlement in Dali were approved or acquiesced by the national teacher Cui Luo.

Tiandu Peak is located between Luopu Mountain and the small town. It is closer to Luopu Mountain than Tiaoyu Mountain and Fuyaolu, so it is not an ordinary neighbor, but more like a next-door neighbor.

On the surface, Xiandu Peak, which has great significance, is the "landlord" recorded in the archives of the Dali court and is an immortal sect with a similar background to the Huangliang Sect.

Over the years, Tiandu Peak, which has always been filled with fairy spirit, has only a dozen or so monks in the mountains. There is no earthly immortal sitting on the top of the mountain. They live in seclusion and rarely go out. It is more like a closed mountain than Luopu Mountain. Occasionally, a monk goes down the mountain, but it is also to let a young monk who has not yet entered the middle five realms go to the state capital to buy some firewood, rice, oil and salt regularly. Tiandu Peak and Luopu Mountain have never had any contact, and they can't even be considered familiar faces.

The top of the main mountain of Tiandu Peak is slightly lower than Jiling Peak, the main mountain of Luopu Mountain, so it does not obstruct the view. Chen Lingjun and his friends are on the top of their own mountain, and they can have a panoramic view of the town.

The identities of the three neighboring mountain masters, the Dali Dynasty naturally has archives and secret records. As Wei Bo's immediate superior, the Five Sacred Gods, of course, can check them at will. But for so many years, Chen Ping'an had no intention of exploring, and Wei Bo never took the initiative to mention this matter. Later, Fuyaolu was secretly bought by Pei Qian, and Tiaoyu Mountain was the private property of Gan Yi of Changchun Palace, and was also taken by Cui Dongshan. Xie Gou took a fancy to Tiandu Peak and wanted to buy it as a dowry. Unfortunately, when she mentioned this to Wei Bo, Wei Bo only said that it could not be bought with money, and you had to wait until your mountain master became the Dali National Master.

Xie Gou is not the master of the mountain. She has already confirmed that there are indeed no earthly immortals in Tiandu Peak, let alone the five supreme realms practicing there, otherwise she would know it if they just breathe in and out to refine their qi.