Chapter 1 (1/2)

Two months later, the autumn was clear.

At dusk.

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke are floating leisurely. Three or two children are running and fighting among the villages. There are farmers harvesting rice in the field by the roadside. The rhubarb dog lies lazily outside the house, sniffing the rice fragrance in the house behind him in the setting sun.

The sound of horses' hooves from far to near shattered the tranquility of the village. Frightened, the rhubarb dog arched up and looked warily at the dust in the distance.

Two horses, one black and one white, galloped to the village. They slowed down their hooves and looked up at the mountain not far away.

Sunset reflected in the mountains, the mountain clouds, was set off a scarlet, there are craggy rocks towering in the sky, in the red clouds around, as if flying to fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain, there are shepherds riding cattle. The long flute makes the countryside more peaceful.

”That's what they said. This place looks like a fairy.” White horse is a 14-5-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth. His long black hair is carefully tied in a samurai bun with a silver band. The end of the bun is like a black satin. It looks unrestrained and unrestrained. Bright eyes gaze at the mountains, the eyes have hope.

Black horse is a young man in brocade. He is four or five years older than him. Their faces are somewhat similar. It is easy to think that they are brothers. The difference is that the edges and corners of the young man's facial features are more distinct, and he looks colder and more serious.

The two horses were hung with long oil cloth bags, and the cold spear tips appeared from the mouth of the bags.

After listening to the young man's words, the young man did not respond, but quietly looked at the shepherd boy in the distance for a long time without saying a word.

”What's the matter?” The boy turned his head and asked.

”Nothing.” The young man regained his consciousness and laughed, ”it's just that the melody is unheard of, fresh and remote, and makes people relaxed and happy.”

The young man nodded in favor. If we said that the environment was only five or six points immortal, coupled with the long flute, there would be seven or eight points in vain.

He didn't think much about it. He said with a smile, ”we don't know how many good tunes are in the world. Did my brother suddenly begin to like the sound and color of silk and bamboo? ”

The young man laughed and shook his head. The two slowly drove their horses into the village.

The roadside is the rice field. The farmers are sweating and cutting the rice. The young people slowly pass by, but their eyes are fixed on the rice field, and their looks are more and more serious.

The boy looked left and right for a while. Some of the rice in the paddy field had been cut and some were still growing. At first glance, they were in a state of disorder and had little to look at. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he could not help saying, ”what are you looking at again...”

”Keep your eyes away and look carefully.”

Looking at it carefully, the young man looked far away and looked forward to the rice field. He felt that the truncated part of the rice field had formed the shape of a Taiji yin yang fish. Although it was not very standard, the shape was really Tai Chi!

Is it an illusion?

The young man pressed his heart in surprise and said, ”this old man...”

The farmer raised his head, and then saw the two men's obvious noble spirit, and their faces were all laughing into chrysanthemums: ”are you going to enter the mountain to find immortals? It's getting late. How about staying in my house for one night? It's cheap... ”

“……” The image of the master was suddenly broken, and the young man's eyes moved. He still introduced himself politely: ”I'm Li Qinglin, this is my brother-in-law Qingjun Excuse me, the rice is cut in such a shape What's the way? ”

”The door?” The farmer scratched his head in wonder, and the mud scratched on his hair. ”These are the simplified numbers six and nine taught by Xiao Qin. What kind of formula does he say together? I don't understand. While I remember how to write numbers, I cut them like this... ”

Is that the case? The two brothers looked at each other and sighed in a funny way. Although the number of 69 is unheard of, it is much more acceptable than that of farmers in the countryside who create Taiji Yinyang fish in their fields.

The farmer also said, ”the most comfortable accommodation in my family is hot Kang and hot milk, as long as three Wen...”

”No more.” They smile and rein.

”Ah, AI...” The farmer yelled behind him, ”don't enter the mountain so late. There are poisonous miasma and strange tigers in the mountain recently. It's very dangerous.”

The young Li Qingjun patted the gun bag, turned his head and said with a smile: ”it is only when we are confronted with difficulties that we show sincerity. Why don't we help you get rid of tigers? ”

The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, but said, ”be careful.”