I Am Immortal

  Chapter 1 Yamashita boy

   "The mandate of heaven is called nature, the way of self-will is called Tao, and the practice of Tao is called teaching. The Tao is one that cannot be separated even for a moment, but it is not the Tao that can be separated."

   "That's why a gentleman is cautious about what he doesn't see, and fears what he doesn't hear. Nothing is invisible, nothing is obvious, so a gentleman is cautious about being alone."

On the bank of Zhongzhou, surrounded by mountains and rivers, you can faintly hear the sound of reading aloud. Follow the sound of reading for dozens of steps forward. There is a bamboo forest hidden in the winding corridor. A bamboo building stands here. Looking inside, dozens of steps A young student recited the classics of the sages here, shaking his head and concentrating very much.

  A young man in a green shirt wearing a Confucian uniform sat on top, listening to the immature voices of these children, and after chanting several times, he deliberately disassembled it and told these Mongolian children in detail.

  Three poles were rising in the sun, and the sound of the piano sounded in the backyard of the bamboo garden. The master in green shirt stopped talking just now, and ended today's talk with a smile on his face, leaving some homework behind.

  The children scattered away.

   Among them, they have either started playing, or talking about holiday arrangements with each other.

  There are many children who are dressed in silk and have good families, but the gentleman with the wooden hairpin turned his eyes to look at the side of the bamboo forest. Sure enough, he saw a green bamboo as thick as a wrist shaking slightly, smiled, got up and left.

There was no one by the window, but a fat rabbit was hanging on the green bamboo six feet from the ground. The gentleman stretched out his hand and twirled it. Plump, cooked in heavy oil, served with winter bamboo shoots, the taste is excellent.

  The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the footsteps gradually approached, and the voice of his wife came from behind:

   "Is it that kid again?"

   "Called...Qi Wuhuo?"

Mr. Qingshan hummed, raised his head, and could still vaguely see a young figure in the direction from the small bamboo house on the mountainside to the small town at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing ordinary shorts and light brown clothes. straight.

   Faintly, the wind and snow were gradually rising, and the young man gradually drifted away in the midst of the wind and snow.

The woman who was born as a young lady, but became a little harsh and pungent due to her experience, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a rare sign of weakness: "Why do you do this? You have let him sit in on your husband, but he refuses to accept any more kindness. I live an ordinary life, but I still have to bring these things.”

  The voice paused, and then a little regretful again: "Does he still remember the thing that I didn't treat him very well back then?"

  The man in the green shirt laughed and said in relief, "He doesn't have such a personality."

"I did ask him why he didn't want to come in. At first, I thought it was just a child who couldn't keep his face. I was conceited and learned. I was a county magistrate in one place. My subordinates handled hundreds of cases. I should be able to persuade a small child, but In the end, I failed to do so, but was stunned by him instead."

  The voice paused slightly.

  His wife looked at him suspiciously: "What did the child say?"

  The man in the green shirt stroked his beard and said:

   "He said that in all things, don't worry about scarcity but inequality, and you should emphasize fairness."

"I let many children enter the church after being restrained by their families. There are also some children whose families are not very rich, and the family gritted their teeth before letting them come to school. If I let them enter the hall out of compassion, There should be some complaints from the families of those schoolchildren."

   "But it is also a hindrance to my reputation."

  “He said he learned to read and write from me, but he wants to benefit others at the expense of me, which is unacceptable.”

   "And these things are his tuition fees for me."

  His wife couldn't help but be amazed: "I don't worry about widows, but about inequality... how can a small town boy say such words?"

  The man in the blue shirt said: "It is true, but it is also really stubborn."

   "I asked the people in the town, but he is not a villager here."

   "It was the refugees who came here five years ago when Jinzhou was hit by a disaster. The world is difficult, and many people do everything to survive. It is rare to see such an upright and upright man but also a good scholar."

He hesitated for a while, took his wife's hand with one hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Madam, I plan to let all the students compete in the next year. If he is really talented, he will be accepted as a student. There is no need to recommend him for the imperial examination in the future." How do you feel about letting such a talent live in the mountains?"

  The woman gave her husband a blank look, and said: "Recommending talents and learning should be the bounden duty of a scholar like you. If he is really talented and learning, it would be dereliction of duty if you don't recommend him. I would also like to contact my relatives to find a good match for him."

  The scribe in green shirt was overjoyed and hugged his wife in his arms, not to mention it for now.

The young man came out of the school, silently recited what he said today, and silently reviewed the meaning of these words, and unwittingly walked into the mountains. The wind and snow were not strong, as if there was snow on other mountains The wind has come here and has slowly stopped.

  When he was young, his hometown was hit by a catastrophe. There was no harvest, diseases and monsters were rampant. His parents gave him the only food they had left, so he barely survived. He fled here among the refugees.

Without the care of his parents and elders, he would have been reduced to those rogues who settled down, but since he was young, he would dream of strange things in his dreams every day. In the dream world, iron birds soared into the sky, everyone came and went, and high-rise buildings were densely covered. In the city, there are also many square characters.

   Many things are forgotten in the dream, but many things are still remembered.

   Especially those square text.

  I can't learn anymore.

  Scholars must be ambitious, and there is a long way to go.

  It seems that some voices are chanting these words. He always feels that these words in the dream are extremely important to him, so he firmly believes in the truth of these words.

It's cold today, and I'm even more afraid that there will be heavy snow blocking the mountain in the future. I need to collect more firewood to survive the cold winter. Qi Wuhuo climbed the mountain step by step with a backpack on his back. Occasionally, he could pick up fallen pine cones. He was lucky. A quarter of an hour earlier than usual, I had already picked up a full basket, and it was possible to survive this heavy snow before slowly turning around.

   It's just that at some point, there was night fog in the mountains.

Qi Wuhuo's mortal body couldn't detect it, but his mind and soul were different from ordinary people. He felt a little strange, frowning slightly, holding a long and neat branch, and walked slowly towards the mountain. Ordinary mortals would not know He went down the mountain without realizing it, but his spirit was several times stronger, and he stumbled into the side by mistake.

   Looking back, there is no way forward.

  walked more than a hundred steps, and suddenly heard a desolate voice, singing to the beat, the voice was old and clear, like the sound of metal and iron, but it had the quality of jade, so it was not harsh.

  There are many strange things in Zhongzhou. There are insects in winter, and they are as bright as candles.

   Spin up and spin out, and it is near.

Qi Wuhuo's footsteps paused slightly, and he walked into the deep valley unconsciously. He didn't know that insects and birds were all around him. In the night mist, the fierce tiger lowered his eyes, and all the beasts and spirits were there. Only he could hear the singing of the poem more clearly, and he clapped his hands together. Beat the beat and sing loudly.

   "There is no dust in the world, and the room is full of immortals'people'"

   "The clothes are always smoky, and the staff and shoes follow the cloud and water body."

   "The iron flute blows across the sea and the moon, and the sleeves cover the spring in the cave."

   "Now gather guests from all directions, no matter who is Dongbin."

   "Huh?"

   "The guest is coming!"

   "Little guest, please come forward and explain."

  (end of this chapter)