my voice is poisonous

The sun was just right in the morning, and the warmth and warmth of early spring dispelled the coolness left by the cold winter in the mountain stream.

Wen Yu was wearing coarse sackcloth, holding a coarse porcelain bowl and squatting on the front porch of the house to feed the chickens, while Wen Qinru tied his hair in a bun behind his back.

The chickens in the yard ran back and forth following Wen Yu, throwing a handful of rice to the left and a handful of rice to the right. Wen Qinru watched his brother tease the group of silly furballs, and couldn't help pulling his hair.

"Hey, it hurts!" Wen Yu hissed, and threw a pinch of millet away a little further, and a group of chicks chased after them with their little buttocks twitching, fluttering. There are chicken feathers everywhere, and eating a meal is really exhausting.

Wen Yu laughed in a muffled voice, wiped the bottom of the bowl with his fingertips, raised his head and added in a low voice: "Take it easy, sister, it really hurts."

"Okay." Wen Qinru replied, tied his hair tie up for him, and patted off a few broken hairs on his shoulders. Hu Laoer next door suddenly stepped on a ladder, and half of his body leaned across the block between the two houses. The half-height courtyard wall raised his voice and yelled: "Big brother! My family's Huahua is about to give birth! Quickly do the math, how many cubs can this litter produce?"

Wen Yu didn't speak, and raised his right hand covered with millet to give him a "three".

"My family Huahua is getting old. It's not easy to have three children in one birth. Will both mother and child be safe?" Hu Er Er yelled again, seeing Wen Yu giving him a thumbs up again, he felt relieved and shook his hand with a smile Ling Kong tossed a rough steamed bun to Wen Yu, "Big Brother, thank you!"

Hu Laoer stepped on the ladder and went down again to take care of his bitch and give birth to cubs.

Wen Yu weighed the heavy steamed bun twice, broke off half and handed it to Wen Qinru who was behind him, and the brother and sister squatted together under the warm spring sun and ate a steamed bun for breakfast.

After eating, Wen Yu stood up and patted the steamed bun crumbs on his body, which caused a flock of chickens to pounce on his feet like crazy and peck the ground.

"I can't get enough food, I'm worried." Just as Wen Yu clicked his tongue, he suddenly squinted his eyes and raised his head, looking at the clouds curled up in the blue sky above his head, he muttered with a frown, "Why is it windy? "

"Where is the wind?" Wen Qinru also stood up, and asked in surprise, seeing that Wen Yu didn't answer, she didn't ask any more questions, and went to the yard to pick up medicinal materials, as if she was used to his endless self. Talk to yourself.

Wen Yu stood there in a daze for a while, then went back to the house and put on a robe, tied loosely at the waist, describing it as uninhibited, but with a strong character, independent in the mountains and fields.

He went to the courtyard gate and opened the fence gate, following the half-opened courtyard as if waiting for someone.

The purple air comes from the east...

Wen Yu sighed and rubbed his fingertips: This is his fate.

Before Wen Qinru finished picking up the medicinal materials, the village chief came, and the others arrived before they arrived, and shouted loudly from a long distance: "Nephew, you are happy and happy!"

Wen Yu's house lived in a remote place, far away from Mr. Duan from the previous residents.

The snow had just melted in the early spring, and the ground was muddy. Behind the village chief was a group of people, dripping muddy water with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The leader of the crowd was a middle-aged man, wearing a golden crown and fine attire, wearing an extraordinary aura, compared with this remote mountain villager, he looked like a veritable golden phoenix.

"Big nephew!" The simple and talented village chief pushed open the fence door, came over in two steps, and whispered on Wen Yu's shoulder, "Hurry up and make a fortune for this noble man from the city. I beg him to take you out of our village to take the No. [-] Scholar exam!"

"That's natural." Without waiting for Wen Yu to speak, the nobleman closed the folding fan and tapped on his palm, nodded and stood behind them and said, "It's just a trivial matter."

The village chief's thoughts were eavesdropped in public, and his old face blushed immediately. He patted Wen Yu's shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, turned around and said, "My lord, what about you?" Talk slowly, I'm leaving first."

"Go slowly." Wen Yu helped the old man to the door, watched the old staggering figure go away, then turned around, lifted his clothes and knelt down for the nobleman, "Long live my emperor."

Wen Qinru was taken aback, and hurriedly knelt down, laying down on the ground and saluted.

The folding fan in He Minzhi's hand unfolded and closed with a "swish", the corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled with satisfaction.

Wen Yu is the divine fortune teller in these ten miles and eight villages. According to his father, his ancestors in the Wen family all had this magical skill, but the ability that was inexplicably inherited from his great-grandfather's generation has reappeared in Wen Yu.

When Wen Yu was young, he fled with his parents, fled from east to south, and then from south to west. In the midst of war, bloodshed, and oars, he realized the little ability to detect the destiny.

It's a pity that those who can survey the sky and calculate the earth are more or less a little bit less related.

The escape was not over, Father Wen was sick and passed away, Mother Wen gave birth to Wen Qinru in the bushes by the side of the road with difficulty, and Wen Yu, who was in his teens, plunged headlong into the west with his newborn sister on his back. The small village in the root of the mountain never came out again.

Young people always have to support themselves and their girls. On weekdays, they pinch their fingers to find a lost thread for the master, find a good man for marriage for the girl of the west, earn a few bowls of goat milk and a few handfuls of rice, and finally work hard. Pulling the girl up, the reputation of this magic fortune also resounded throughout Xishangener.

Fortunately, the people in the mountains are simple, and the people who can find him are only trivial matters, so that they won't waste his own life.

Let's live like this for the rest of my life, Wen Yu sometimes thinks, don't come out of this mountain, in the world outside the mountain, people bite people, people eat people, people's hearts are more sinister than animals.

It's a pity that things don't go according to people's wishes.

Although Wen Yu said that he could survey the sky and see the earth, it was just an exaggeration. He couldn't survey the God Realm, he couldn't explore the underworld, and he couldn't spy on the real dragon in the world.

And this noble person in front of him is one of his secrets, and his identity is evident.

He Minzhi raised his hand to let him get up, and nodded appreciatively: "It's worthy of the name of fortune teller."

"Don't dare." Wen Yu got up, tilted his head and told his sister, "Clean your hands and go serve tea to His Majesty."

Wen Qinru lowered her head and answered, "Yes."

He Minzhi left the people outside the courtyard, and entered Wen Yu's main room alone, and wandered around with his hands behind his back, but there was nothing to see in the shabby room, so he sat down uninterestedly, not waiting for Wen Yu to spend more time. Asked, he said to Wen Yuyou leisurely and meaningfully: "With Mr.'s ability, have you ever thought about asking immortals?"

Wen Yu shook his head, smiled and said, "I don't want to."

It's not that I never thought about it, it's that I didn't want to at all.He Minzhi snorted and slapped the folding fan on his palm a few times before saying again: "But I think, so, the hexagram I want to ask Mr. Wen is - how to get to the Nine Heavens."

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words: "What?"

"Go up to the Nine Heavens, get the Tao," He Minzhi said with a smile, with deep marks on the corners of his eyes, knocked on the table with his folding fan, "or you can say, become an immortal."

There is only one way for mortals to achieve Taoism and become immortal-cultivating Taoism through calamities.

For the emperor to be able to ask such a question, he was just trying to take a shortcut to directly ascend through thousands of years of practice.

This is just a dream!

Wen Yu put away her surprise, drooping her eyes in silence, with her hands in her sleeves, she frowned and meditated.Wen Qinru came out with the tea set, and knelt at the table to make tea for He Minzhi.

Wen Qinru is at the age of fifteen or sixteen, with a graceful and graceful appearance. After the shock just now, she is calm and calm at this moment, and she has the air of a lady in her gestures.

The steaming water vapor was graceful, and He Minzhi casually said, intentionally or unintentionally: "Your sister has a beautiful appearance, which is really extraordinary."

Wen Yu suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, He Minzhi's mouth curled into a meaningful arc, Wen Qinru bowed his head stiffly and made a shy look.

Wen Qin made a salute and stepped back after making tea, Wen Yu rolled up his sleeves and sat upright again, facing the emperor solemnly, with a slight chill in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please give me something personal."

He Minzhi lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, with a mocking smile on his lips. He put the folding fan flat on the table, and raised his hand to push it in front of Wen Yu.

Wen Yu twisted the hem of the wide sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, raised his right hand slightly above the folding fan, closed his eyes and concentrated.

He Minzhi stared at him with raised eyebrows.

After a while, a white mist gradually formed between the folding fan and Wen Yu's palms. The white mist seemed to be alive, twisting and shaking as if it had substance, and gradually gathered an ancient Chinese character for "water".

"What's the meaning of this?" He Minzhi stared at the big seal that suddenly appeared and then dispersed instantly, and said, "Water?"

Wen Yu was also stunned. He thought that the matter of seeking immortality would be obscured by the involvement of the God Realm, but unexpectedly, the divination showed that there was such a shortcut to becoming an immortal. He pondered for a moment and said: "The key to your majesty's becoming an immortal is—— Well!"

Wen Yu's voice was interrupted suddenly, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the traces of cold sweat "slapped" on the table and fainted. At that moment, he seemed to be struck in the head by lightning, and his brain inside was turned upside down: " Well......"

"Mr. Wen?" He Minzhi was concentrating on waiting for him to explain, but saw him lying on the table in pain, tilting his head and asking in a low voice, "Sir, is this—"

This is a warning from God's Domain, the mortal Wen Yu has gone beyond the bounds.

"It's nothing," Wen Yu waved his hands, sat upright, raised his sleeves and roughly wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking about blurring some words, and insisted through gritted teeth, "The key to your majesty's immortality is related to water, or the water near the river. In a certain place, there is plenty of spiritual power suitable for cultivating immortals, or in a certain place, if you drink water from a pond, you can be reborn, or in a certain person's name with 'water', it can help your majesty."

"Then—where can I find this 'water'?" He Minzhi narrowed his eyes and asked.

Wen Yu shook his head palely, closed his eyes, and whispered weakly, "Forgive me for your incompetence."

He Minzhi smiled intriguingly. He put the folding fan back in his palm and clasped it in his palm, and said in a slow voice: "But I believe that with the ability of Mr., I will be able to solve my worries and problems."

Wen Yu's back shivered, and He Minzhi continued to laugh softly, "My sister and I will wait in the capital for Mr. to return from his search. At that time, the position of Si Tianjian will be reserved for Mr.."

Wen Yu stared down at the tea in the rough porcelain cup, lost his mind for a moment, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Caomin, thank you, Your Majesty."

"Then, let's start the journey, shall we?" He Minzhi stood up, looked sideways at Wen Yu with a smile, and added meaningfully, "The night is long and dreams are many, and there are many accidents. Sir, but this reason?"

As soon as He Minzhi left the main room, Wen Qinru came out carrying a package. She changed into a robe, and supported the beams, sighing reluctantly, "Are we leaving?"

Wen Yuduan sat without moving or responding, Wen Qinru asked again: "Can you come back?"

Only then did Wen Yu prop up the table and got up, standing weakly in front of her and shaking her head, unable to hide her apology, Wen Qinru was not stupid, just said: "We can't go together, can we?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu said, "You have to go with them."

"Then brother, come to me quickly." Wen Qinru looked up at him, handed him the bundle, and whispered softly, "What else do you want, brother? We don't have any money at home, why don't you bring more dry food?"

"That's enough," Wen Yu went out with her carrying the bag, and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"My brothers and sisters, don't talk about these things." Wen Qinru closed the door and told him tirelessly, "Brother, come to me earlier."

He Minzhi's men had already brought the horses and chariots over, and they were parked at the entrance of the courtyard. He was teasing the little fur balls with his muddy boot toes in front of the porch. He raised his head and said, "Let's go."

The two brothers and sisters bowed in response.

Wen Qinru was immediately invited by He Minzhi to get into the carriage, Wen Yu walked two steps after him, turned back, and shouted at the next door: "Old Hu! Chickens in the yard!"

"Eh?!" Hu Laoer responded in the back room, and ran out barefoot in the blink of an eye, seeing the crowd startled, and hurriedly asked, "Big brother, what are you... ..where are you going?"

"I'm going out with Qinru, you take my chickens back to raise! Don't let your pups bully you!"

"Hey! Success!" Hu Er Er waved him goodbye, "Bon voyage, brother!"

Wen Yu turned his back to him and waved his hands, turned on the horse He Minzhi left for him, hit the horse's buttocks, and walked around the convoy in front: "Take care of my chickens!"

In the carriage, He Minzhi laughed when he heard the words, with a gentle and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyes and said to Wen Qinru: "Your brothers and sisters are all smart people, and they all know that it will be difficult to come back. ,Yes or no?"

Wen Qinru lowered her head, cold sweat dripping down her back.

The author has something to say:

I am illiterate, very illiterate, and I can't learn Chinese grammar well, but I just like the tone of ancient Chinese, especially the simple feeling of martial arts. If there are mistakes in the choice of words and sentences, please give me advice.