Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
After the Spring Equinox from the Waking of Insects, it is almost the Qingming Festival.
It seems to be raining everywhere in the entire southern land. The rain is pouring down from morning to night, making the people who fall feel upset.
This day.
The upper reaches of the Minjiang River.
A zygote boat floated down the green water of the Spring River. On both sides of the cliffs were steep cliffs, and the sound of apes was heard. Young buds were gradually sprouting from the ancient pines and strong bamboos.
On the huge deck, a group of people finally walked out of the cabin, taking advantage of the good weather, and each leaned on the railings to admire the scenery along the way.
Master Lu, also known as the leader of the boat.
He is an old man in his fifties or sixties.
I gave the guy a few words of advice.
He also carried a chimney and walked up from the bow.
Seeing a few people, his cloudy eyes couldn't help but light up. This was the first time he had seen patrons appear at the same time since the ship sailed.
I chartered his boat that day at Huanglonggu Ferry.
There is only one requirement, and that is to rush to the Qingcheng Mountain boundary in the lower reaches of the Minjiang River as soon as possible.
His Zhezi boat is usually used for transportation.
However.
These guests are extremely generous.
Gived him a price he really couldn't refuse.
So much so that he postponed his cargo delivery trip and made a special trip for this trip.
However, the only thing that puzzled him was that these guests seemed to be a little too reclusive. Except for three meals a day, they spent most of their time in their own rooms.
I don’t deal with people very much either.
Only Mr. Chen has a gentle personality. Whether he is an old man or a boatman, everyone can say a few words.
He has been running boats on the Minjiang River for decades.
It can be regarded as well-informed.
I have seen many guests, and I can understand a lot about things from all over the world.
But this Mr. Chen’s broad vision and depth of knowledge are definitely the only ones he has seen in his life. From astronomy and geography to folk customs, he can tell them all at random.
At this moment, I saw several people leaning on the side of the ship talking.
The leader of the boat did not bother him.
I just found a deck with light, sat on the ground, slowly twisted a handful of tobacco from my waist pocket, separated it bit by bit, put it into the smoke hole and lit it.
Then he leaned close to the bamboo tube and took a big sip.
Smoke swirled back and forth in the chest.
My originally drowsy mind suddenly woke up.
Satisfied, he spit out two smoke dragons.
Just when he was thinking about having a few more bites, several people on the side of the ship in front seemed to have discovered something, and their words were quite shocked and amazed.
He raised his head and looked up.
It turns out that a plank road was dug out of a steep cliff, hanging in the air on the mountain wall, and nailed with a few wooden stakes on the outside.
Don’t talk about walking in it.
Just looking at it makes people feel trembling and dizzy.
“That’s the trail.”
Seeing that several people were really curious, the captain couldn't help but stepped forward and smiled.
“Pilgrim?”
The old foreigner who was nearest turned his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, I heard that the Prime Minister ordered people to build it. It has taken more than a thousand and hundreds of years. Don't look at the danger. The mountain people, medicine farmers, and people from the Salt Gang here are traveling across the Taiwan Strait. We all have to rely on it.”
Although the captain is from Huanglong.
But because the boundary happens to be at the junction of Shaanxi and Sichuan.
The accent has both the Qin opera of northern Shaanxi and the richness of Sichuan and Chongqing, which sounds very interesting.
Hear the words.
A few people couldn't help but look at each other.
They all saw a hint of shock on their faces.
Throughout the ages, there is only one Zhuge Liang who can be named after the Prime Minister.
If what the boat head said is true, that is to say, the carrying road above the head was built in the Shu Han era, and it is still in use today, which is really amazing.
"The head of the boat, where is it now?"
Chen Yulou withdrew his gaze and asked.
In this short period of time, due to the continuous rain, the boat was floating on the Minjiang River, and the weather was particularly humid. It was really not that they lived in seclusion, but that they simply couldn't stand the moisture.
A change of clothes was hung in the cabin for several days without drying.
It smells damp and cold.
It was rare that the weather cleared up today, so a few people invited them out to have a look.
When they went to the Western Regions before, they had crossed the Yangtze River and seen many historical sites and scenery. Unexpectedly, the Min River was not bad either, with its meandering scenery and wonders and historic sites.
“Arrived in Yizhou.”
The captain of the ship was very familiar with this area. He held the chimney, knocked it gently on the ship's board, knocked off the excess cigarette residue in the smoke hole, and responded softly.
Yizhou? !
Chen Yulou’s heart moved.
The reason why they took a long detour from Sichuan and Chongqing was not because of the rugged roads in the Qinling Mountains, but because they planned to take a trip to Qingcheng Mountain on their way back.
Enter Tianshi Cave and look for Taoist Xuanzhen.
This Taoist Xuanzhen is none other than Feng Sibei.
He is also the last mountain-watching Taibao in the world.
If you want to enter Dixian Village, Feng Sibei is an insurmountable hurdle.
During this period of time, they were either meditating in the cabin or sleeping and resting, unaware that time passed so quickly.
How long has it been?
We arrived at Yizhou from Huanglong Ancient Ferry.
Arrived in Yizhou, it means that the destination is not far away.
Worship the water Dujiangyan and ask about Qingcheng Mountain.
It is precisely because of these two historic sites that Sichuan and Chongqing are called the land of abundance.
"Mr. Chen, you went all the way to Qingcheng Mountain to do business?"
It was nice to meet a few people and have a good conversation.
The captain hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold it back and asked out the doubts he had hidden in his heart for this period of time.
What he actually wanted to say was traveling around the mountains and rivers.
But this is obviously inappropriate.
You can never go wrong when doing business.
The main reason is that this group of people is too eccentric. Mr. Chen has an outstanding temperament, is gentle and elegant, and is also well-informed. At first glance, he is from a noble family.
The big man was taciturn, powerful as a tiger, and extremely respectful to Mr. Chen. From his point of view, he probably played a role of guarding the dead.
It’s not like he hasn’t met aristocratic family members before.
These people were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
When you go out, you are protected by people inside and outside, for fear that something will happen to you.
As for the people who work as guards, the first class is naturally the son of the family. He has grown up with the master's young master since childhood. He is loyal to the master's family and can exchange his life for his life at any time.
The second class are the Jianghu people who work for money.
These people want money rather than their lives.
Not to mention those who stand in the way, even parents and brothers dare to attack.
The third level is the martial arts hired from martial arts schools and escort agencies. These people do whatever they want for how much money they have. They rarely go to great lengths, and at most they can protect their master's family and leave safely.
As for the last one.
They are the henchmen who follow the sightseeing tour. These people are said to be guards, but in fact they are greedy for life and fear of death. Let alone guards, if they are really in danger, they will be sincere if they don't run away.
But this big man is completely different.
Just the aura on his body is not something that ordinary people can possess.
When the eyes open and close, it looks like a tiger descending from the mountain, which makes people shudder.
As for the young man, he was easy to talk to, but he rarely showed up. He hid in his room all day and didn't know what he was busy with.
The captain of the ship had chatted with him several times.
The young man is a nice guy.
Speaking and doing things are quite ancient. And his accent is from northern Shaanxi. He said he grew up by the Yellow River.
For this reason, the captain of the boat was the closest to him.
As for the two remaining Taoists.
Except for eating, he basically doesn’t show up much. There are many taboos for boat runners. Although he worships the Dragon King, no matter whether he is a monk or a monk, he will worship him when he travels through mountains and rivers.
To be honest, he was a little in awe of the two of them from the bottom of his heart.
Don’t dare to have more contact.
If we bump into each other on weekdays, we will usually address them as Taoists.
The two of them didn’t talk much and just nodded.
It’s weird, naturally, because this group of people rarely walk together on weekdays. The family members, the wanderers, and the Taoists in the mountains, walking together in the same place is extremely weird.
However, several people get along very well.
Hearing the inquiry beyond the words of the ship boss, Chen Yulou just shook his head and smiled, "It's not business, I just heard that there is a Taoist master on Qingcheng Mountain, so I went to pay a visit."
Ask about visiting immortals? !
The boat boss raised his brows and had a guess in his mind.
If this is the case, it seems reasonable for a few of them to go together.
It is not surprising that children from aristocratic families have money and leisure, and they can travel around.
It’s not like people like them, who are running around all year round for their livelihood, without even a moment of rest. The most they can do is worship gods and pray for good weather and good health.
The master outside the world is dedicated to cultivating Taoism.
In their eyes, what is the difference between him and a god?
How can ordinary people come into contact with it?
Only these people are willing to travel all over the world to seek immortality and Taoism. Maybe there is a chance to obtain a life-prolonging elixir or an ancient method of cultivating life.
“Qingcheng Mountain...a wonderful place.”
"It has been a temple for immortals since ancient times. It is impossible to say that there are real immortals living in seclusion."
The boat boss twisted a piece of tobacco again and lit it, took a sip, and complimented in a low voice.
Although we are in the same boat.
But they are basically people from two worlds.
“Hopefully.”
Hearing the dejection in his words, Chen Yulou didn't know what to say and responded casually.
"Mr. Chen, the old man has to go to the helm, so I won't accompany you."
After puffing silently for a while, the boss of the boat put away his pipe, held the pipe upside down, and pointed at several people Gonggongshidao.
“Okay.”
Watching the rickety figure of the ship’s boss disappear at the escalator.
Chen Yulou withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Fang.
"How have you been practicing during this time?"
Seeing him ask, Yang Fang did not dare to hide it and put away the relaxation on his face.
Over the years, he has traveled around the world, worshiping mountains and learning from each other. He is a bohemian man, coupled with his own cynical personality, he has a knight-errant demeanor.
However.
Since the master died.
He seemed like a different person.
The people have become much calmer, and they no longer look like the carefree people in my impression.
And left from Fangjiashan.
He followed Kunlun along the way, and the two began to practice the Seven Star Qi Nourishing Gong.
This is why he is never seen at the head of the boat.
As far as Yang Fang is concerned, he can only be regarded as a junior in the spiritual world. He is already far behind everyone. He has no time to idle around, so he naturally has to catch up.
Twelve hours in a day.
I hate having to sleep endlessly.
I want to be able to push the door to enter the country as soon as possible.
According to shopkeeper Chen, it is Xiaolongmen.
Only when you reach that point can you truly enter the palace and become a cultivator.
"Stable and orderly."
"But... there is still one step missing."
After thinking deeply, Yang Fang said seriously.
Although Qi Yang Gong is also a guidance method, it is completely different from Xuan Dao Conquering Qi and Foundation Building Technique. So far, except for Chen Yulou who can stand in a high position and provide some ideas for the two of them, they still need to figure it out by themselves most of the time.
As for Old Shen Tou.
Although he has been under the Emei Taoist Sect for many years.
But in fact, he was always just an outer sect disciple and did not really enter the inner sect and practice Taoism.
So, after he left the ancient method behind, he said that it was a pity that he could not be of much help.
"Practice is not like practicing martial arts."
"One is to make great progress, and the other is to take it step by step."
"Don't be anxious, it's best to take your time. Maybe you will have an epiphany at some point and you will be able to do it immediately. Open the door and enter."
Seeing that he was slightly disappointed, Chen Yulou smiled and patted his shoulder.
You know, when he first practiced, he had to wait alone in the back mountain for half a year before he finally sensed the energy between heaven and earth and successfully refined the first ray of spiritual energy.
This is considered good for them.
If you practice the Qingmu Longevity Kung Fu like him, you will probably doubt yourself.
“I think so too.”
Yang Fang grinned.
Today, he is more relaxed than when Fang Jiashan was there.
A pair of eyes were clear and transparent, a little less dissolute than before, and a little more calm.
At this moment, standing next to Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner brother, the temperaments of the three of them are indescribably similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.
“In another half day, we will probably be able to reach Qingcheng Mountain.”
Without saying anything, Chen Yulou turned around and looked at the jade-blue Minjiang River behind him, feeling unspeakable. of comfort.
Minjiang River, as a tributary of the Three Rivers, was located in ancient Minzhou, hence its name. It was called Qiang River in ancient times. It is said that Emperor Yan lived in the Qiang River basin. There is a record in Cihai that Emperor Yan lived in the Qiang River basin.
In addition to Qiang River, there are also Qianjiang River and Bailongjiang River.
This river is not vast among the waters he has crossed, and is even less than a hundred miles in front and back, but the scenery is beautiful, and it is the place that suits his heart the most.
If you have to say it.
It is somewhat similar to the Three Gorges area of the Yangtze River.
Strange peaks, cliffs, ancient pines, strong bamboos, turbulent currents, and deep water. It’s a pity that it’s the wrong time of year. If it’s summer and autumn, it’s a pleasure to go down the water by boat.
"Shopkeeper Chen, is that Taoist Xuanzhen a highly accomplished Taoist?"
Seeing him mention it, Yang Fang couldn't help but asked curiously.
Chen Yulou decided that this trip would detour to Qingcheng Mountain. He didn’t say much, he just felt it was strange.
Could this Taoist Xuanzhen be on the same level as Master Yaowangmiao and Master Zhaohu of Chunyang Palace? Otherwise, why would he make a detour of hundreds of miles to visit Qingcheng Mountain?
“Hard to say.”
Chen Yulou spread his hands.
Feng Sibei only went to Qingcheng Mountain when he was middle-aged. He really didn’t know how far he had reached.
But when these words fell into Yang Fang’s ears, he was even more stunned.
“Hard to say?”
“Brother Yang Fang doesn’t know that this Taoist Xuanzhen is actually the Taibao of Guanshan of this generation. Chen went here to verify something from him. ”
He looked confused.
Chen Yulou also realized it later.
When Chenjiazhuang asked Lao Shentou about Feng Sibei's whereabouts that day, Yang Fang had not yet entered the village and naturally knew nothing about the matter.
And along the way, he spent most of his time practicing in seclusion.
It is reasonable to ask now.
only.
I was keenly aware of a few words in his words.
Yang Fang, who was still calm at first, suddenly shrank his pupils, feeling a little unbelievable.
"Wait a minute..."
"Shopkeeper Chen, are you talking about the Guanshan Taibao who entered the court during the Ming Dynasty and suppressed the four factions?" (End of this chapter)