Chapter 2

Cheng Qian followed the real Mu Chun and left.

The real Mu Chun is like a haggard, so thin that three tendons rest on a head, a shaky hat is buckled on his head, and Cheng Qian is led by one hand, just like a grass class leader who is performing in the rivers and lakes leading his newly abducted little boy. attendant.

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

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

He saw that his mother was carrying a ragged basket behind him. In the basket was his sleeping little brother. Outside the basket was his mother's crying and blurred face, while his father bowed his head and stood silently on the side, sighing or guilt, but he refused to Looking up at him one more time, he stood like a gray shadow.

Cheng Qian withdrew his eyes with little nostalgia, the vague road ahead seemed like a boundless night, and he held the thin hand of his master, as if he was holding a lamp like a Cheng family heirloom - even though he boasted that there was a " Immortal" prefix, it still can only illuminate a few inches of halo under the feet, which is not useful.

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

Cheng Qian followed his master, not to mention the wind meal and sleeping in the open air, but also to be told nonsense by the old guy. It is really not even worthy of the "fleeing".

Cheng Qian had also heard about cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao.

There were so many people in the world who wanted to knock on Xianmen's gate, like crucian carp crossing the river.

In the time of the emperor, the sects of all sizes were like toads in the river pit after the rain. What kind of Zhang San, Li, Si Wang and Er Ma Zi, as long as the family was prosperous and there was no shortage of cubs, they all swarmed to ask for a relationship and send it to a sect to ask the immortals and learn something. Other than that, "Broken boulders in the chest" and other handle styles, I haven't seen anyone really come up with anything.

At that time, there were more alchemists than cooks, and more people chanting sutras than farming. Even for several years, no one was serious about reading and practicing martial arts, leaving swindlers who were not involved in production running around.

It is said that at the time when the question of immortality was the most popular, the territory of a county was only ten miles and eight villages. From the east to the west, there were as many as twenty sects of immortality. Buy a copy from a small business and hawker. With such a foolish mind, he dares to collect money and recruit people under the pretense of immortality.

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

Even the mountain bandits who robbed their homes have to follow suit, and they will rename the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Gang" to "Qingfengguan" and "Xuanxin Pavilion", and then get some "French Pots". "Open your mouth to breathe fire" and other tricks, before robbing the road, you will perform a gibberish, bluffing passers-by to give generously.

The first emperor was born in the army, and he was a rude person with a bào temper. He felt that if the people continued to cultivate in such a smoky manner, it would be impossible to win the country, so an edict was issued to arrest all these "immortals" who were running rampant in the countryside, no matter what. True gods or fake immortals, they will all be sent to fill the army.

Before this decree, which should have been earth-shattering, had time to leave the palace gate, all the important officials of the dynasty heard the wind, and all the people were so frightened that they rolled out of their beds overnight and ran to the front of the hall to line up - Guan Xiao In the front, the finale of the official university was ready to be killed one by one on the front pillar of the main hall, in order to seek death advice, lest the emperor offend the immortal and destroy the country.

The emperor can't let the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty really go to the ground, and the dragon pillar can't stand it either.

The late emperor was helpless, so he had to take it back again. The next day, he ordered Qin Tianjian to separate a "Tianyan Division", under the direct supervision of the Taishi order, he hired a few real people to sit in the office, and stipulated that in the future, the big and small fairy gates , they must be reported to the Tianyan Division for verification. After verifying the authenticity and falsehood, they will issue an iron scroll before they can recruit disciples. Private private sects are prohibited.

Of course, the great power of Yangyang traverses Kyushu, thousands of miles from east to west, and there is no communication between north and south. It is basically impossible to order and prohibit it. There are still loopholes in a one-size-fits-all decree, let alone such a sloppy decree.

The imperial court can't even clear the robbers and abductors, how can it be that Xianmen recruits disciples?

True Immortal Sect doesn't take the emperor in the eyes of the old man at all, what should be done, the guilty liars have somewhat restrained, but the restraint is limited - what is iron and copper, it is not impossible to fake.

However, the painstaking efforts of the late emperor were not completely in vain. After several times of tossing, checking, and purging, although the results were minimal, the enthusiasm of the people for cultivating immortals was greatly weakened. In addition, the neighbors were far and near. , After a long time, everyone will farm the land, and the sheep will herd the sheep, and they will not daydream much.

Now that you are on the throne, the folk culture of immortality is still lingering, but the madness has passed. Today, you know that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. Most of those liars who use immortality in the name of liar turn a blind eye. People do not raise officials and do not investigate.

Cheng Qian heard Lao Tongsheng talk about these causes and effects once, so in his eyes, the stick that was holding him was a pure stick... at best, it was a stick for root canals, and there was really nothing worthy of special respect.

The mallet-like Mu Chun stroked his shaky moustache and said nonsense: "My name is 'Fuyao', little thing, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Lao Tongsheng hated these things, and naturally refused to talk about them. Cheng Qian was influenced by it a little, so he was full of disdain, and he even pretended to be listening.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Cheng Qian. His finger seemed to bring some spiritual knowledge. Everywhere, he saw a gust of wind rising for no reason, swirling, rolling the ground with dry grass and flying straight up, the sunken grass. There was a sharp line of dryness on the leaves, which was illuminated by a lightning bolt from the sky, almost blinding Cheng Qian.

This strange force stunned the little boy with a single finger.

Mu Chun himself did not expect this change, and was immediately taken aback, but seeing that he had frightened this cold-hearted brat, he retracted his hand again.

He put his skinny hands into his sleeves, and said leisurely, "Peng Zhi migrated to Nanming, the water hits three thousand li, and the one who swayed up is ninety thousand li, and the one who goes to rest in six months is also invisible and boundless. , but to revolve around the wind, when it comes it is deep, and where 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 power and the disapproval of these sidelines were entangled with each other, and it was hard to separate. In the end, with the disapproval of his master, he put 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 just about to take advantage of this, but who knew that God would not give him any more face, he didn't have time to open his mouth again, and the cowhide had leaked out just now. The bad weather.

Mu Chun couldn't care less about pretending to be a ghost, and shouted, "No, it's raining heavily."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up, picked up the luggage with one hand, Cheng Qian with the other, took two reed stick-like legs, took small steps like a long neck, and fled.

It's a pity that the rain came too fast, even if it was a long neck, it could not avoid the fate of becoming a soup.

Mu Chun carried Cheng Qian in his arms, and took off his soaked shirt, which was better than the little boy who was covering his arms without ground. Big, oh, where are you going to hide?"

Cheng Qian has sent countless flying birds in his life—but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense one he has ever sat on.

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

The master put one arm around his chest and freed one hand to protect Cheng Qian's head all the time. The clear bones on the old man's body caused him pain, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

I don't know why, even though the long-necked jī had just fooled him outright, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural affinity for him.

Cheng Qian put on Mu Chun's coat, silently peeping at the soaked master in the rain through the gaps in his clothes, enjoying the treatment that a child deserves for the first time in his life. He savored it carefully for a moment, willingly recognized the master, and made up his mind - even if the master was full of bullshit, he would forgive him.

Cheng Qian rode a scrawny master, and finally arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple wet and wet.

The large-scale "Qingdao" during the Emperor Xiandi era cleaned up many wild sects, and also left many Taoist temples of wild sects, which later became the place for homeless beggars and tourists who missed the destination.

Cheng Qian broke out a small head from Mu Chun's jacket, and as soon as he looked up, he met the Daxian enshrined in the Taoist temple, and called the mud-made Daxian to a start. Wrapped in two buns, he has a cake face without a neck, his face is full of flesh, and there is a circle of red cheeks on each of his left and right cheeks, and a large mouth is opened below, and he laughs with a mouth full of jagged teeth.

Naturally, the master saw it as well, and hurriedly raised his paws to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, angrily criticizing: "Peach red jacket and green robe, alas, it's unreasonable to eat and worship here in such a wicked dress!"

The young Cheng Qian was a little shocked because of his limited knowledge.

Mu Chun said righteously: "A person who cultivates is pure in heart and has few desires. He must always pay attention to his words and deeds, and dress up like this opera singer, what a formality!"

He actually knew what a body was... Cheng Qian was a little impressed.

Just then, an ethereal smell of meat came from behind the Taoist Temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "clean heart and few desires" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't speak any longer. With a strange look, he led Cheng Qian to the back of the evil statue, and saw a little beggar who was not one or two years older than Cheng Qian.

The little beggar didn't know what utensils he used, so he planed a dòng on the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple, and a fat beggar was burning inside.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things are very inconvenient. For example, when he is greedy, the small neck that can be grasped is not easy to hide the instinctive reaction.

Real Man Mu Chun put Cheng Qian on the ground, and then performed for his younger apprentices what it means to "cultivators should always pay attention to their words and deeds".

He wiped off the water on his face first, and put on a good-looking smile. Then he took the flickering, swaying lotus step, and floated to the little beggar, in front of Cheng Qian. , talked eloquently for a long speech, depicting an overseas immortal gate dressed in gold and silver, and made the little beggar's eyes straight.

Mu Chun pointed at the little beggar with a big head and a small body, and enthusiastically coaxed: "I see that you have excellent qualifications, you may be able to soar into the sky in the future, and maybe you will have great fortunes - child, who is your last name? "

Cheng Qian felt that this sentence was a bit familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning, she was still young, and she was fooled by her master to clear her nose. She replied in a daze, "Little tiger, I don't know what my surname is."

"Then let's be a teacher, let's be surnamed Han," Mu Chun stroked his goatee, and Run Wu silently determined the name of the teacher and the apprentice, "I'll give you a big name for the teacher - a single name with the word "Yuan", okay?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Han Yuan, injustice... It's really auspicious and festive.

Master must be hungry and confused, and he was somewhat reluctant to speak in the face of the beggars with thick skin and flesh.

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