let go of that little world

The dark blue sky covers the earth, there is no cloud in the sky, and when you look up, you can't reach it.

In the distance, clouds and mists are lingering, shadows are faint, and the hazy mountain peaks are far and near in the clouds and smoke. Accompanied by the bursts of crowing cranes, it adds a bit of mystery and immortality to Mu Mifeng.

On the top of the peak, there are large and small green bamboos that have not been pruned. They are uneven. Occasionally, a breeze blows, bringing down a few bamboo leaves, floating to the lake, bringing some waves to the clear Jinghu Lake. Ripples ripple and emerge. A few clear ripples.

At the bottom of the quiet lake, the flesh-colored fine sand is still, and the pebbles dotted with texture are very round and lovely.

Not far from Jinghu Lake, there is an exquisite bamboo house. Neatly cut green bamboos are used to build an elegant house. On the brown flat board, the Chinese characters "Xiaozhuzhu" are flat and smooth, showing the character of the owner.

The wind chime made a crisp sound, and a few wisps of green smoke slowly rose above the bamboo house, and slowly disappeared, adding a bit of fireworks.

Evening Cloud Peak has beautiful scenery, but no monks have ever lived here. There are no treasures born here, and there are no immortal herbs or medicines. Moreover, this peak is covered with veils all year round, and the mist does not disperse. For unknown reasons, the aura factor is extremely active. Cultivation, entry is difficult, it is not an excellent residence for monks.

This is a barren land that no one who lives in seclusion will consider. After all, these days, hermits also need to practice, not to mention ordinary people. The mountain road is rugged and foggy. As a result, there are no fireworks in the evening mist peak all year round.

Eight years ago, Misty Peak finally welcomed its first resident, the first bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house opened with a creaking sound, and a man in his twenties walked out. His sword-like eyebrows were like peaks, his face was handsome, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, his waist-length black hair was tied up by a simple headband, and he was dressed in dark gray clothes. Clothes, tall and thin.

Except for the jade pendant on the waist, there is no decoration, and such simple clothes can't conceal the man's temperament and elegance, and his demeanor is even more prominent when he walks.

The man's name is Mi Fan. For some reason, he lives in the twilight peak where there are no fireworks. He spends his days and nights alone on the peak alone, but he can achieve what he wants, even if there is a glimmer of hope. Will stick with this.

Holding a bamboo basket in his hand, Mi Fan crossed the mirror lake, walked through the bamboo forest, and walked carefully on the rugged path.

On top of the peak, there are intertwined textured layers of rocks, and vines as thick as an adult's finger are all over the place. Mi Fan stepped forward and pushed aside a few vines to reveal the opening for people to pass through. He took out the lighting lamp that he had prepared earlier from the food basket, walk fast.

After the narrow aisle, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, the space suddenly expands, and a little light shines from the top. The colorful lighting crystals hang on the side mountain wall, which is incompatible with the simplicity of the cave.

Except for a green boulder in the middle, there is milky white spring water all around, and there are edges and corners everywhere in the cave. A little liquid slowly seeps out from the peak, drips into the water, and merges into a mountain spring for many years.

Putting the bamboo basket by his feet, Mi Fan pinched the spell with his luckily hand and waved it outwards. His sleeves drew long arcs, and ripples invisible to the naked eye vibrated, dispelling the previously arranged invisibility formation. A lying man appeared out of thin air.

Mi Fan bent down to pick up the bamboo basket on the ground, exerted force on his feet, suddenly soared into the air, leaped lightly over the mountain spring, and landed steadily on the edge of the boulder.

The person on the boulder looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy was pale, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was weak, as if he had been in a deep sleep for a long time.

Sitting down without saying a word, he took out the medicine that had been boiled for a long time from the food basket, supported his younger brother against his body, scooped up a spoonful of brown medicine juice, put it in his mouth to cool it down, and patiently poured out the whole bowl Concoction fed.

After feeding the medicine, Mi Fan was not in a hurry to go back to the bamboo hut. He just sat beside him and told about the little things he did that day. He occasionally asked a few questions and didn't care if he didn't get answers. The ability to talk to oneself.

It is not easy to cultivate here. The reason why Mi Fan lives here all the year round is because of the round stone in the center of the unique mountain spring.

Mi Fan's younger brother, Mi Lu, fell into a coma when he was young due to a stubble in his practice, and there was no cure for it.

The two lost their father and mother when they were young, and their relatives refused to support them. The ten-year-old elder brother brought his six-year-old younger brother to live a wandering life. It is also difficult for a ten-year-old child to support himself, let alone The younger brother had to be raised, and the two depended on each other for life, struggling to survive, and were once reduced to begging.

Fortunately, by accident, Mi Fan's excellent talent was discovered by Yan Zhen, the elder of Tianmu Sect, and he was accepted as a closed disciple, and the lives of the two became easier.

It's just that the good times didn't last long. The younger brother Mi Lu's aptitude was clearly judged to be poor, and no one wanted to accept him. However, he made rapid progress in his cultivation and quickly built his foundation in just a few years.

Mi Fan, who was only fourteen years old, bid farewell to his master for his younger brother and embarked on a journey to find a cure.

After two years of running around, Mi Fan had gained nothing. When passing by Mu Mi Peak, looking at the somewhat mysterious and fairy-like peak, with the attitude that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, he went up the mountain to look for the doctor who could heal his younger brother. Rare treasures.

After searching, Mi Fan was pleasantly surprised to find that the boulders in Muqi Peak had healing effects, and it also had an effect on his younger brother who had never been better.

So far, Mi Fan has settled down to take care of his younger brother.

After finishing the three daily chats with his younger brother, it was already dark outside, carrying a bamboo basket and stepping into the night, Mi Fan walked slowly on the gravel road. But living on this peak all the year round, he couldn't cultivate without fighting. After several years of hard work and no results, Mi Fan got used to the life of ordinary people.

Before he got close, he saw light coming from the bamboo house from a distance, and Mi Fan was lucky to fly, and he arrived at the door in an instant. He knew that no one in this place was willing to come to see him except the people from the teacher's door.

"It's been ten years. Mi Lu hasn't woken up yet. The possibility of waking up is very slim. Should I continue to wait?" Mi Fan's master came to visit him occasionally after learning about his disciple. Yan Zhen feels sorry for the disciple who is dragged down by his own brother.

"Master, Lulu is my younger brother, the only remaining blood relative in the world. No matter what, I will not give up hope of healing him." Mi Fan said firmly.

"Two months later, there will be a hundred factions gathering held once every ten years in mainland China. All the disciples of the younger generation will participate. This is a ranking competition set up by dead cultivators to prevent traffic jams of various factions behind closed doors. Watch the parents of the hundred schools and how they will be teachers in the future. I force you, but this time you have to go down the mountain to participate, and this competition will definitely make you improve." Yan Zhen came here this time to persuade his disciples to participate in the competition, Mi Fan has lived here for eight years, and his cultivation level is very low. , Wandering down, the road is hard to come by.

Mi Fan knew that the master had thought a lot about himself, but since he could give up the hope of entering the country for his younger brother and stick to it for eight years, how could he go down the mountain so easily.

Fearing that the master thought he was too hasty, he pretended to think for a while and said: "If the disciple goes down the mountain, Lulu is here alone, and there is no one guarding him. What if someone or an animal breaks in, the distance is too far, and the disciple cannot be touched by the invisible formation." Hurry up as soon as possible. Since Lu Lu fell into a coma, this is the only thing my disciple asked for, so let nature take its course as long as you enter the realm of cultivation!"

Yan Zhen had expected a long time ago that Mi Fan was stubborn and stubborn, how could he talk easily, he had to attack his weakness to be effective, and Mi Fan's weakness was only Mi Lu.

"The leader of this competition will get the new magical treasure chain wind chime. Although this object has low attack power, it has a strong healing function and is very helpful for stabilizing the inner breath. It is very rare. Although I don't know if it can wake up Mi Lu In any case, it will help him, and we will set up a ecstasy array here for the teacher, don't worry about safety, you can just go down the mountain with peace of mind." Yan Zhen grasped Mi Fan's weakness and persuaded him.

For Mi Lu's slim hope of waking up, Mi Fan had to go down the mountain, and as Yan Zhen wished, upon hearing that it would help his younger brother's injury, Mi Fan didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately agreed to Master's request to go down the mountain. Said: "Master, I'm going to say goodbye to Xiaolu and go down the mountain with you tomorrow."

Seeing that the apprentice was finally persuaded, Yan Zhen laohuai smiled comfortingly, waved his hand and said, "Go, you need to practice hard before the Baipai meeting, and you won't be able to come back."

"I know, Master." Mi Fan bowed and bowed as a disciple, and retreated.

"Xiaolu, my brother is going down the mountain tomorrow, but don't worry, my brother will not abandon you. After attending the Baipai rally and getting the chain wind chimes that can help you heal, you will come back immediately. My brother will definitely not stay. You are lying alone..." Mi Fan babbled, choked up, talking to himself all night, he didn't know if his younger brother could hear him, but he just wanted to simply tell his younger brother the news about his upcoming trip.

Blood is thicker than water, Mi Lu grew up beside him, and has been raised by him since his parents passed away, but he didn't raise him well, so his brother was seriously injured and unconscious at a young age, lovingly touching his brother's cheek, thin He is distressed.

After tidying up his bags, Mi Fan changed into his school clothes early the next morning and followed his master to the capital.