Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian followed Master Mu Chun away.

Mu Chun's real figure is haggard, so thin that three tendons are supporting a head with a crumbling hat on it, and he is leading Cheng Qian with one hand, just like a gangster leading his newly abducted little boy. attendant.

Cheng Qian still looks like a child, but inside he already has the heart of a teenager.

He walked very silently, but in the end he couldn't help but look back.

He saw his mother was carrying a ragged backpack behind her, and inside the backpack was his sleeping brother, and outside the backpack was his mother's crying, blurred face, while his father stood silently aside with his head bowed, he didn't know whether it was a sigh or guilt, but he just refused Looking up at him one more time, he stood as a gray shadow.

Cheng Qian withdrew his gaze without much nostalgia, the bleak road ahead was like a boundless night, and he was holding Master's skinny hand, as if he was holding a lamp like a family heirloom of Cheng's family - even if he boasted that there was a "" Immortal" prefix, it still can only illuminate the halo of a few inches under the feet, which is not useful.

There are generally two ways to travel, one is called "traveling" and the other is called "floating".

Cheng Qian followed his master, not only did he eat and sleep in the open, but he also had to be fed nonsense and fallacies by that old man, which really didn't even deserve the term "running away".

Cheng Qian has also heard about cultivating immortals and seeking Taoism.

There were once as many people in the world who wanted to inquire about the fairy gate with whimsical ideas.

During the time of the first emperor, the big and small sects in the market were like toads in the river pit after the rain, Zhang Sanli, Siwang Ermazi, as long as the family is prosperous and there is no shortage of youngsters, they all swarm to entrust their connections, send some sects to seek immortality, and learn some Other than the "broken boulder in the chest" and other moves, I haven't seen anyone really come up with any tricks.

At that time, there were more alchemists than cooks, more people who chanted scriptures than farmers, and for a few years, no one was serious about reading and practicing martial arts, and charlatans who didn't care about production ran around.

It is said that when Qiuxian was the most popular, the area of ​​a county was only ten miles and eight villages. From the east to the west, there were as many as twenty sects of cultivating immortals. Buy a book that is half new and not old from small vendors. He dared to raise money and recruit people under the banner of cultivating immortals.

If these people can really ascend to the sky, I don't know if Nantianmen can pretend to hold so many cats and dogs.

Even the bandits who robbed houses had to follow suit, changing the names of the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Wolf Gang" to "Qingfengguan" and "Xuanxin Pavilion", and then brought some "oil pan fetching things"" "Open your mouth and breathe fire" and other tricks, before robbing the road, you will perform some tricks, so that passers-by will be generously donated.

The first emperor was born in the army, and he was a rough man with a violent temper. He felt that if the common people continued to cultivate in such a smoky atmosphere, the country would have to be destroyed, so a decree came down to arrest all these "immortals", big and small, who were rampant in the village. True gods or false immortals, all will be dispatched to the army.

Before this earth-shattering decree had time to leave the palace gate, all the important officials in the court heard the wind, and a group of people were frightened out of their wits, rolled out of bed all night, and ran to line up in front of the main hall—— Before, the finale of the official university was going to crash one by one to death on the front pillar of the main hall, in order to remonstrate to death, lest the emperor offend the immortal and ruin the country.

The emperor can't let the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty really be overwhelmed, and the Panlongzhu can't stand it either.

The first emperor was forced to have no choice but to take back his order. The next day, he ordered the Qin Tianjian to separate a "Tianyan Department" to supervise directly under the order of Taishi, and hired several genuine real people to sit in the town, and stipulated that in the future, the big and small fairy gates , all have to be reported to Tianyan Office for verification, and the iron scroll will be issued after verification of authenticity before they can recruit disciples, and private sects among the people are prohibited.

Of course, the vast country stretches across Kyushu, thousands of miles from east to west, and impassable from north to south. It is basically impossible to order and prohibit it. There are still loopholes for one-size-fits-all laws, let alone such sloppy, half-eyed, nonsense government orders.

The imperial court can't even get rid of those who rob and sell people, so how can they control whether the immortal sect recruits disciples or not?

The True Immortal Sect doesn't take the emperor's old man seriously at all, and do what they should do. The guilty charlatans restrained a little, but to a limited extent - it's not impossible to fake iron or copper coupons.

However, the late emperor's painstaking efforts were not completely in vain. After several times of tossing, checking, and rectifying, although the results were minimal, it weakened the people's enthusiasm for cultivating immortals a lot. In addition, the neighbors are far and near, and I have never heard of anyone who really cultivated anything. After a long time, everyone will plant the land, and those who herd the sheep will herd the sheep, and they will not daydream much.

Now that the emperor has ascended the throne, the folk spirit of cultivating immortals is still lingering, but the madness has passed. The emperor knows that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. Most of them turn a blind eye to those liars who use the name of cultivating immortals. People don't raise officials and don't investigate.

Cheng Qian heard about these causes and consequences once from Old Tongsheng, so in his eyes, the stick holding him was just a pure stick... At best, it was just a stick that didn't deserve any special respect.

The wooden stick like a mallet touched his trembling mustache, and said nonsense: "My school is called 'Fuyao', little thing, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Old Tongsheng hated these things, so naturally he refused to talk about them. Cheng Qian was enlightened by him and was somewhat influenced by them, so he was full of disdain, but he still tried to pretend to be listening.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Cheng Qian. His finger seemed to have some kind of psychic power. Wherever he went, he saw a gust of wind rising for no reason, swirling, rolling up the dry grass on the ground and flying straight up. There was a sharp withered yellow on the leaves, illuminated by a bolt of lightning from the sky, which almost dazzled Cheng Qian's eyes.

This supernatural psychic finger stunned the little boy.

Mu Chun himself didn't expect this change, he was taken aback for a moment, but seeing that he was bluffing the cold-faced and cold-hearted boy, he withdrew his hand downhill.

He put his skinny hands into his sleeves, and said leisurely and coquettishly: "Peng's migration in Nanmingye, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one who swings upwards ninety thousand miles, and the one who goes to breathe in June-invisible and unbound. , can be circling in the wind, when it comes, it is deep, and when it goes, it is boundless, this is 'Fuyao', do you understand?"

Of course Cheng Qian didn't understand. In his small chest, the awe of unknown powers and disapproval of these heretical sects became entangled with each other. In the end, with awe of his disapproval for Master, he took Mu Chun with him. The broken lamp on the wall of the house was placed in the same position, and he nodded ignorantly.

Mu Chun cocked his beard proudly, and was about to take advantage of it to show off again, but God refused to give him any more face. Before he could open his mouth again, the previous cowhide had already leaked—only after the thunder Suddenly, a gust of wind slapped menacingly in the face, and the bonfire in front of the master and apprentice was extinguished into a handful of ashes, followed by a strong wind, lightning and thunder raised their voices together, and shouted from the west Those who are not good weather.

Mu Chun didn't care about playing tricks anymore, and shouted: "No, it's raining heavily."

After finishing speaking, he jumped up, picked up the luggage in one hand, and Cheng Qian in the other. With two reed stick-like legs, he took small steps like a long-necked pheasant, and fled.

It's a pity that the rain came so fast that even the long-necked pheasant could not escape the fate of becoming a drowned chicken.

Mu Chun put Cheng Qian in his arms, took off his sweater that was drenched in a blink of an eye, and covered the little boy in his arms, and ran wildly, yelling: "Oh, it's broken, this rain Big one, ouch, where are you going to hide?"

Cheng Qian has ridden countless beasts and birds for transportation in his life-but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense one he has ever ridden on.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning mixed with Master's noise. His head was covered with Master's robe, his eyes were darkened, but he smelled an inexplicable woody fragrance on the sleeve of the robe.

The master held him in front of his chest with one arm, and kept his other hand free to protect the top of Cheng Qian's head. The clear and distinct bones on the old man's body hurt him, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

For some reason, even though the long-necked chicken brazenly fooled him just now, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural affinity for him.

Cheng Qian was wearing a wooden toon coat, silently peeping at the wet master in the rain from the gap of the clothes, enjoying the treatment that a child deserves for the first time in his life.He savored it carefully for a moment, and he willingly recognized the master, and made up his mind - even if the master was full of nonsense and heresy, he would forgive him.

Cheng Qian rode a bony master and finally arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple wetly.

During the reign of the first emperor, the large-scale "cleaning Taoism" cleaned up many pheasant sects, and left behind many Taoist temples of the pheasant sect, which later became places for homeless beggars and tourists who missed their place.

Cheng Qian snatched a small head out of Mu Chun's coat, and as soon as he looked up, he met the big fairy enshrined in the Taoist temple. Wrapped in two buns, the cake face has no neck, and the face is full of flesh. There is a circle of red cheeks on the left and right cheeks, and a big bloody mouth is opened below, and the teeth are full of jagged teeth.

The master naturally saw it too, quickly raised his paw to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, and angrily criticized: "Peach red jacket and emerald green robe, alas, it's really unreasonable to have the nerve to eat offerings here with such a lewd attire!"

Due to his limited knowledge, the young Cheng Qian was a little shocked while not knowing why.

Mu Chun said righteously: "Cultivators are pure-hearted and ascetic, they must always pay attention to their words and deeds, and dress up like this singing opera, how decent is it!"

He actually knows what decency is... Cheng Qian was a little impressed.

Just at this time, an ethereal smell of meat came from behind the Po Tao Temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "pure heart and ascetic" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't speak anymore.With a strange expression on his face, he led Cheng Qian to the back of the obscene statue, and saw a little beggar who was not more than one or two years older than Cheng Qian.

The little beggar didn't know what equipment he used to dig a hole in the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple. He was burning a fat beggar chicken inside. He knocked open the mud shell, and a burst of aroma overflowed everywhere.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin enough to a certain extent, some things are very inconvenient. For example, when a person is hungry, it is not easy to cover up the instinctive reaction with the small and thin neck that can be grasped.

Master Mu Chun put Cheng Qian on the ground, and then personally performed for the young apprentice what it means to be "a person who cultivates the Tao should always pay attention to his words and deeds".

He first wiped off the water stains on his face, and put on a fairy-like smile, then he took the lotus steps flickering, swaying left and right, and floated to the little beggar, in front of Cheng Qian. , talked eloquently and eloquently with rhetoric, described an overseas fairy gate dressed in gold, silver, food and clothing, and made the little beggar's eyes straighten.

To the little beggar with a big head and a small body, Mu Chun enthusiastically coaxed: "I think you have excellent aptitude, you may be able to rise to the sky and dive into the abyss in the future, maybe you will have a great fortune—child, what is your name? "

Cheng Qian felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning and wandering around the world, he was still young, and he was tricked by the master to have two lines of clear nose, and he replied in a daze, "Xiaohu, I don't know what my last name is."

"Then let me be your teacher, surnamed Han." Mu Chun stroked his goatee, moistening things silently confirmed the names of master and apprentice, "As a teacher, I will give you a big name - a single name with the word Yuan, okay?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Han Yuan, being wronged... is really auspicious and festive.

The master must have been starving and confused, he was somewhat speechless in the face of the scorched-skinned and thick-fleshed beggar chicken.