Today I hold the world

Qingling Mountain is vast and strange, and it is the highest mountain with a radius of thousands of miles. In the eyes of ordinary people, this mountain is not accessible to ordinary people. Many woodcutters passing by have seen immortals flying among the clouds on the mountain many times. After the deeds spread widely, more and more people are in awe of this mountain.

Every morning, Mao Penger would carry a pole from the gate of the back mountain and walk all the way to the poplar forest where there are few people. When he was good, he just kept his head down and walked.

The back mountain of Qingling Mountain is the north. The sunlight in the early morning of winter cannot penetrate the forest. Although the poplar trees are sparse, they cannot support various bird nests and side branches with many vines. In addition, it is covered with heavy snow, and it is extremely cold to walk on the path in the forest.

At the end of the forest there is a spring of rhesus water, which is an ancient water pool that existed more than a thousand years ago. It is connected with the weak energy of the earth veins and is loved by all kinds of wild animals and birds.

Mao Penger joined Qingling Mountain only in the last ten years. Before him, the person in charge of watering and cultivating the spiritual fields in the Shandong area behind Qingling Mountain was an extremely stingy old man. The seniors didn't deal with it, and when he died four years ago, he didn't have a single friend.

Putting it on someone else, whoever collects the old man's body when he dies is a fool, but Mao Peng'er doesn't mind that, as a person dies like a lamp goes out, collecting the body is the last decent thing, since others don't do it, it doesn't matter if he does.

So in the twelfth lunar month of that winter, after the death of the old man Lingzhi in Houshan District, no one cared for him for two days and two nights. He finally took the initiative to be carried down the mountain by the old man and buried him. Liujiang Ning Liu Patriarch saw that for some reason, he directly rewarded him to take over the old man's position.

And he also happened to find out the secret of irrigating the spiritual fields for a long time to make them thrive in the old man. He came and went, and after three or four years, he became a quite famous figure among the low-level disciples in the sect.

He doesn't know what happened in Qingling Mountain before, and he doesn't want to know. He is only 21 years old this year, and he is already very satisfied to be able to honestly farm for the people on the mountain every day, and he has no interest in paying attention to things other than himself.

Carrying the bucket to the outside of the pool, prying open the ice layer, and performing a small trick, the clear ice water in the pool will automatically flow into the bucket. Mao Penger shakes his head and hums a little tune, which can tell his mood today good.

He is less than seven feet tall, has a long face that is neither thin nor fat, and has a bean-sized mole in the corner of his left eye. At this moment, he is singing:

"Come and come, cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time... I will be drinking, and the cups will not stop... Let me sing a song, please listen to me... Bells, drums, and jade It’s not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk. The sages and sages in ancient times are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names..."

He took a sip from the wine gourd in his hand, seeing that the two wooden barrels of spring water were about to be drained, so he put away the wine gourd and hurriedly prepared to go back to the mountain.

According to the rules of Qingling Mountain, he who is not a descendant of a famous family is not qualified to hold a little power. If he hadn't been seen by the ancestor Liu for his kindness, how could he have the position he is today? The people are not necessarily a minority.

The pole he was carrying was not a vulgar thing, but a spiritual weapon, similar to his original life. The moment he walked out of the woods, he saw an old man in gray clothes watching him with his hands behind his back not far away.

Mao Peng'er was not a fool, and he had to be more or less wary of people who suddenly appeared at the gate of his house, too close or too distant was inappropriate, and he planned in his heart that it would be better to avoid troubles after the ceremony.

The pole squeaked on his shoulders, and spiritual power would radiate from time to time. The wooden barrel containing the clear spring was flat and stable, and no drop of water could be spilled at all. He couldn't run out of strength, and he walked very fast.

The poplar forest was not far from the foot of the mountain, and soon he came to the old man in a gray-brown Taoist robe with a pale and sallow complexion. He stopped, put down his pole, and bowed to perform the salute:

"Meet the old man, do you have something important to do?"

The old man had a sparse white beard, and his cultivation should not have broken through the Qi training stage. Mao Penger felt that his cultivation was not high, so he relaxed his vigilance a little.

The complexion on the old man's face was not good, but he smiled quite gracefully, I saw him smiling kindly: "Friend Daoist and I are both at the first level of Qi training, the seniors are not qualified, so let's call them our peers.

Fellow Daoist is the Lingzhi official on this mountain? "

When we met for the first time, the old man was so kind, and Mao Penger, who had been looked down upon since childhood, was more or less close to him, so he joked with embarrassment:

"What kind of official is it? My brother praised me highly. I'm just a little Lingzhi husband. There are hundreds of Lingzhi disciples, big and small, who are in charge of cultivating the Lingtian on Qingling Mountain. I can't even be considered a middle-class student.

My name is Mao Penger, where is my brother from? "

The old man stroked his beard and nodded: "Hehe, my surname is Gou. I was originally from Puyang. When I was young, I loved to travel around the world and abandoned my practice. Now I am old. Seeing that there is no hope of building a foundation, I had to wander back from Jin to find a place. Spend the rest of the day.

Qingling Mountain is a big sect here. Many years ago, I had a good friend who was born in a noble sect. Now passing by, I can’t help feeling nostalgic and reminiscing. I have been here for three days. I am suffering from the difficulty of entering the mountain. I don’t know that he is still alive today. ? "

Young people who have never seen the world are always curious about the stories that have been accumulated over the years. When Mao Penger heard that the old man came with longing, his kind heart gave birth to the idea of ​​helping.

Qingling Mountain has been closed to the outside world for many years. Naturally, others cannot enter, but I am a disciple of the mountain, so I can enter and exit without hindrance, so I asked:

"It turns out that my brother is also an old friend of mine. I don't know what your friend's name is. I may grant you a wish."

Since the old man didn't have much lifespan, Mao Peng'er felt that he would not be some kind of villain. As the saying goes, death is like a lamp going out, so you should not regret it while you are alive.

"That's really a big thank you. Daoist friend is so kind-hearted, and there will be blessings in the future. If I can see my old friend, I will report back to my friend.

It's a coincidence that the old man's old friend is also the husband of Lingzhi on Qingling Mountain. His natal name is "Baiju" and his Taoist name is Kongguzi. He should be nearly a hundred years old now. I don't know if you can get acquainted with him? "

Mao Penger's eyes lit up, first he was happy, then sad, his eyes dimmed, he hesitated to speak.

The old man asked: "Fellow Daoists don't recognize?"

"I know it, how can I not know it, Senior Brother Bai is the number one among Lingzhi's husbands, speaking of which, I'm still his half-disciple." Mao Peng'er hurriedly answered.

"Oh? Hahaha, the world is unpredictable, but the old man made a fool of himself today, and finally got what he wanted.

Even so, how about changing to a secluded place so that you and I can have a chat? "The old man invited with a smile.

Mao Penger looked at the pole and barrel beside him in embarrassment. He still had tasks to do.

But the old man surnamed Gou said with a smile: "This pole and hook are first-grade top-grade spiritual weapons, and the wooden barrel is called 'Golden Light Ladle', which is even among the best. One barrel can hold a thousand pots, and one salvage , with a single-family area in Qingling Mountain, it can be irrigated for seven days and poured for half a month, so you should not be in a hurry, right?"

Mao Penger's eyes widened. The details of these cultivation and planting were difficult for Mr. Lingzhi himself. Unexpectedly, the old man is still knowledgeable, and he admired him more and more: "You are really insightful, and I was just thinking about talking to you. What about senior brother?"

The two chatted happily, and made an appointment to go all the way to the rocky hills near the poplar forest in the north. The old man surnamed Gou led Mao Penger and turned left and right, and came to a wide high platform with stone tables and wooden chairs on it, surrounded by hot air. The transpiration seems to be caused by the formation, and it can be seen that the old man seems to have lived here for a long time.

"Come, sit down and drink. It's rare to find a close person. The old man is in a good mood, so I will present you with a treasured wine."

Mao Penger loved to drink, so he put the wine gourd on the stone table conveniently, watching the old man take out a lot of fish spirits with a wave of his hand from the storage ring, he had a good taste today.

Mao Penger is not a fool for eating people with a short mouth, so he will tell the unpleasant things first:

"To be honest, it's not a coincidence that my brother came here. My senior brother Bai passed away four years ago, and I took his place."

After all, he saw the old man who had just picked up a glass of wine and was about to drink it obviously paused, and he suddenly felt guilty, wondering whether he should make up a lie to let the old man pass by, and then use the reason that the mountain gate does not allow disciples to come out at will , Teach the old man to leave with satisfaction.

But being outspoken is his shortcoming, he can't take back what he said, he can only stare at the old man, after ten breaths, a sigh came from the old man's mouth, his expression was quite sad, but he was no longer persistent, and drank the wine in his hand After going down, Mao Penger felt relieved.

Then, the old man surnamed Gou talked about the years of friendship between him and Kong Guzi. Mao Penger listened while drinking, and added a few words about Kong Guzi's unsatisfactory old age from time to time.

On the top of the spirit wine, there is a formation around it to make it no longer cold. It is icy and snowy outside, but warm and comfortable inside. You can also see the snow scene floating outside the hills, which is quite an artistic conception of talking and laughing about the past and the present.

Young people are naturally easily aroused, and the more they drink, the more they talk. Mao Penger explained all the unsatisfactory things up and down the mountain gate:

"I don't know why, since the mountain gate was besieged two years ago, the struggle among the disciples in the various halls has become more and more fierce. If it weren't for the presence of Patriarch Liu, the sky would have turned upside down.

I just entered the sect in the past ten years. I didn’t know the rules at the beginning. After entering, I was bullied by disciples of various departments. as a sparring partner.

As for the Houshan sect, it is said that they are offshoot disciples of the previous sect. They are all vicious, trying to find ways to extract money from us, it was really miserable at first.

Some people say that this Qingling Mountain is a sect gate that Liu Patriarch seized decades ago, but there is no such statement in the file of the gate, and it falls into the ears of little people like us. It's fine to take care of yourself.

About four years ago, Senior Brother Bai Ju was very old. He never participated in any factional struggles. He offended many people when he was young. don't say anything.

No one cared about him when he died. I went to help him clean up the filth every day. live to this day.

That day happened to be the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Senior Brother Bai died in the snow, and no one helped him collect his body. When I rushed back, his body had been frozen into a popsicle. I hurriedly found a coffin and carried him to the Grass Bee Field at the foot of the mountain buried.

Counting the days, it has been four years since now.

If you want to say that good deeds in this world are not rewarded, it is not always the case. At least I do things with a clear heart and proceed with my heart. On the contrary, I taught Ancestor Liu to value him and gave me the position of Husband of Ling Zhi, which is not too small. The shoulder pole was made for me by Menli as an exception, and it is said that it was an order from the ancestor Liu's father and son.

He is a merciful person, I don't care about other things in my life, if I have the opportunity to serve under his sect, it is not in vain to become an immortal.

Do you think it makes sense? "

The old man on the opposite side just nodded and smiled, but he couldn't see any joy or anger, but Mao Peng'er was so drunk that he already believed that the old man was his own. After talking about his bitterness and ambition, he also fell asleep and lay down on the table It's no different from a dead pig.

The old man surnamed Gou was naturally Gou Youwei. He stood up and looked at Mao Penger quietly with his hands behind his back. Killing intent flashed in his eyes several times, but he finally couldn't bear to do it. He fed a black pill, and his hands, feet and face quickly Black and yellow corpse hair grew, and I was still sleeping soundly on the spot without any discomfort.