Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The highest mountain in Zhushan County is called Jimao Mountain.

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

Fork, fork in the road; the word Mao means "mao", which means the appearance of lush vegetation.Qimao Mountain, as the name suggests, is a mountain that is easy to get lost. There are many, many trees, vines and overgrown weeds blocking the mountain road. After ten days and a half months, the road you walk is unrecognizable.

Such a mountain that can be entered but cannot be exited is of course full of various legends.

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

Not to mention the common Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian (fox, weasel), such as the mountain monster with a human face and leopard tail, the mandrill with a bad temper and a love of eating human flesh, and a long list of gods with titles.

There are also several mountain temples, scattered all over the mountain.

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

Mo Li braved the wind and snow and came to a mountain temple with red tiles and yellow walls. The snow had covered half of the temple door. He had to dig through the snow. After finding the door, he opened a crack and stuffed himself in. Then close the temple door tightly.

There was a faint fire in the mountain temple, and there was an aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. It was obvious that there were other people in the mountain temple, but Dr. Mo was not surprised, as if he already knew it.

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

"Shizhi, you're here."

The person who spoke was a very dignified old man. Although he was wearing a very ordinary cotton robe, his face was wrinkled like pine bark, but his eyes were not cloudy at all, his temples were slightly bulging, and his steps were steady when he walked. phase.

"Teacher." Mo Li saluted respectfully.

This is his teacher, Qin Lu, who taught him the art of literacy, juxtaposition, and even the way of dealing with people. According to the practice of private schools in the world, he should be called a teacher or a gentleman.

Qin Lu nodded, and sat down on a futon at random.

He is a hermit who lives in the deep mountains all the year round, and the people who associate with him are either woodcutters or hunters. It can be said that there is no need to pay attention to etiquette, but Qin Lu's behavior still has the air of a noble family.

"Sit." Qin Lu motioned, and Mo Li just rubbed a futon, and took out some things from the medicine basket by the way.

Two packets of salt, a gourd filled with pills, flint, silver, etc.

"It's snowing a lot, I'm worried about Mr., so I went up the mountain to visit." Mo Li sat upright, with a well-educated and well-educated appearance.

Old Mr. Qin sighed, nodded and said, "You have a heart."

Before Moli could answer, Qin Lu said again: "Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, the woodcutter Zhou Laosan ran into a suspicious person in the mountain. According to his description, he looked like a visitor from outside the pass. Qimao Mountain does not produce good mountains. Shen, this person is a bit strange."

The ink carp lowered its head as if listening, but it was actually trying to hide the guilt in its eyes.

Yes, the wild ginseng in Zhushan County is very common. The white ginseng was the most spiritual plant he found in the [-] miles around, and he moved it every year to plant it in the spiritual acupoint where the Qi veins converge. Above, the white ginseng is now a full circle fatter than when he discovered it back then.

Not only white ginseng, but also white fox.

Except for the giant snake that was born and bred, the other two were forcibly taken to this mountain.

It's not for anything else, because Mo Li feels that only Qimao Mountain has the most abundant aura within a radius of three hundred miles.Not to mention the white ginseng, the white fox was very unhappy at first, but became obedient after staying there.It's a good place, anyone who lives knows it.

"These ginseng customers are all engaged in the business of killing people and robbing goods. Where can they make a fortune, they fly over like flies. They may not come here to dig ginseng." Old Mr. Qin pondered.

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

Looking at Mo Li with a respectful expression, Mr. Qin was thoughtful. He was very interested in the process of those visitors angering Mo Li. According to his nature as a student, as long as others didn't make mistakes, he didn't bother to do it.

However, seeing that Mo Li didn't intend to explain, Mr. Qin didn't ask further.

——This student is not an ordinary person, so he cannot use common sense to speculate.

"Those visitors from outside the customs will have people to respond to them when they enter the mountain. After you go down the mountain and return to Zhushan County, you should pay more attention." Qin Lu casually mentioned something, but in fact he didn't pay attention to those visitors It's just that there are mostly poor people in Zhushan County, and the hunters in the mountains are just men with rough fists, who have no power to resist, and they are really not the opponents of those murderers.

"By the way, let me ask how they got here. Qimao Mountain is unknown, and there has never been a ginseng harvester, and it is seven or eight hundred miles away from the border. Even if you get lost, you can't get lost."

"Yes, teacher." Mo Li raised his head and reminded hesitantly, "... Teacher, Qimao Mountain was called in ancient times, but no one calls it by that anymore. This is Jimao Mountain."

Old Mr. Qin's face darkened.

As a hermit, although he is open-minded, the name of the mountain where he lives in seclusion is too ugly, and he is also heartbroken.

The Jimaoshan hermit or something, I can't say it at all.

Maybe the name Qimao is difficult for illiterate people to understand and difficult to write, so after several generations, it was passed down, and a slip of the tongue was passed down, and a good name was lost.

The former ink carp was very afraid of meeting people of the same kind from other mountains. After all, when he knew each other, he always had to give his name and birthplace. As soon as he opened his mouth, he had to say that he came from Jimao Mountain. Does he have any face?

Even if the face is worthless, you can't throw it away like this.

However, a son does not think his mother is ugly, and a dog does not think his family is poor... Forget it, Jimaoshan is Jimaoshan.

As far as Mo Li could remember, he was in this mountain, and it wasn't wrong to say that this was his home.Mo carp 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 in Jimao Mountain must be a bald chicken. If you have to call other monsters by their names, you might laugh at them to death.

Later, Mo Li realized that he was thinking too much. Even if he was a piece of chicken feather in Jimao Mountain, there would be no monsters to laugh at him, because there are no monsters in this area of ​​three hundred miles.He has traveled all over Zhushan County and all the nearby mountainous areas. Although there are countless legends in each mountain, none of them have been confirmed. The ink carp has lived for so many years and has never seen a ghost, let alone a demon.

very lonely.

Fortunately, I met a teacher later, a hermit who was knowledgeable and did not seek fame and fortune, taught him many things and how to live in this world.

In the faint firelight of the mountain temple, Qin Lu looked at the ink carp sitting upright with his head down, and his eyes were empty. He immediately knew that his student was distracted again, and he shook his head helplessly.

Mo Li is smart and eager to learn, with extraordinary talent, both civil and military, humble and polite, but there is only one problem...

Mr. Qin, who considers himself a sage of Qi and Huang, doesn't understand at all why the ink carp has a slight delusional disorder. This child always thinks that he is a fish, a monster who has cultivated for many years to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon before turning into a human form.

Is it the wrong name?

Although this student is an orphan he picked up in the mountain torrent, outsiders are not easy to change the name given by his parents, so Qin Lu chose a name for his student early on, and did not call him by name.

The carp, also known as fish, is called Shizhi, and it is hoped that he will be free and comfortable throughout his life.

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

That paranoid disease did not interfere with Mo Carp's normal life, and Qin Lu didn't care about Mo Carp anymore after he found that Mo Carp couldn't be cured after all his efforts.After all Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, which is real and which is illusory. It doesn't matter who the "self" is, whether it is a butterfly or a fish, the important thing is how to be a "self", how to be a person, and to be a person who is worthy of the world.

Mr. Qin thinks that the ink carp is very qualified in the latter point, so he ignores any minor problems.

Let's say Mo Li came back to his senses, he asked Qin Lu some questions about the prescription, and then he was about to leave.

"It's so windy and snowy, you can stay for an extra day." Qin Lu Wanliu said.

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

"Oh."

Qin Lu's eyes were empty.

Here we go again, my students have always felt that a living spring in the depths of Qimao Mountain is the home where fish have lived for many years.

In fact, there are no fish, shrimps, lizards, frogs or insects in that spring water, and the spring water is even more crystal clear. There is no vision of clouds and mist in the cave, even if you make it up, you can't make up any strange legends.

At the same time, seeing Qin Lu's expression, Mo Li sighed inwardly.

Here we go again, he thought.Ever since the teacher knew that he was a fish, he was very nervous, and he also gave himself a lot of soup, which was full of spiritual energy, and then told himself never to tell outsiders about these things.

Every time these topics are involved, Qin Lu feels very unnatural. Mo Li learned from the book and the woodcutter Orion that human beings are afraid of monsters. Nine out of ten stories are poor people when monsters show their original forms. Just fainted.Although old Mr. Qin possesses martial arts and is invulnerable to cold and heat, eighteen big men are no match for him, but Qin Lu is 80 years old after all, how could a monster like Mo Li who respects his teacher go out of his way to scare the old man? Woolen cloth?

"Then you go, if the snow hasn't stopped tomorrow, help me bring some wood to strengthen the mountain temple." Qin Lu calmly picked up the teacup on the table.

Mo Li said goodbye with due courtesy, 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, and there are large and small gaps on all sides, which are formed by the erosion of water for a long time. Now the cave is silver and white, and the ice sculptures and snow are built, shining brightly.

The ink carp 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 get to the end.

Mo Li put down the medicine basket, looked around, took off all the clothes on his body, and stacked them neatly in the medicine basket.In the light of the snow, the white complexion covered by the long black hair exudes the moisture of jade, and the bare ankle directly touches the ice surface.

"Crack, click..."

Tiny cracks appear in the ice, and the cracks are deep, showing the thickness of the ice.

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

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

The ink carp submerged into the water following the cracked ice layer, and the fine ice and snow stirred up one after another, covering the entire water surface. When they slowly dispersed, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the water.

"Snapped."

A large fish with black scales as thick as an arm leaped out of the water, then swished its tail, and fell into the water comfortably.

The author has something to say:

Qin Lu (eyes dead): My student, everything is fine, but he is sick... [Worrying about hurting the child, I dare not speak out, quietly treating illnesses and giving medicines]

Mo Li (unfortunately): My teacher is very tolerant, but he is afraid of monsters. 【Gratefully accepting the aura-filled soup】

PS, "Qin Lu's eyes are empty" is the meaning of dead eyes XDD, but in order not to spoil the style of writing, next time SO sees everyone remember to translate it in their hearts. 2333

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A detail that will be mentioned later, in order to avoid your doubts, I can explain it here first,

When Qin Lu picked up the ink carp, he picked up a child. This child grows up every year without any problems, and the ink carp can control the age of its transformation.In other words, he can be one year old like a human being, or he can become a white, tender and well-behaved baby tomorrow →_→Qin Lu felt that monsters would not grow up, and Mo Li was taught by the teacher to do it seriously. A human being whose age fits the appearance of a human being.