A small valley in the endless mountains.

A white waterfall hung obliquely on a steep cliff like a knife. The water poured down like thunder, and the mist-like water vapor drifted and rose, and a vaguely rippled in the air.

The peak is sharp and the valley is narrow. Just below the waterfall is a large pool of clear blue water. Bai Lian pours into it, making continuous roaring sounds of water, causing white waves to overlap.

The pool water kept surging around under the turmoil of the waterfall. After passing the center, it gradually became weaker, and it was just swaying slightly on the shore.

The pool water at first sight is like a pool of autumn waves of a beautiful woman, surging but not rushing, making people think endlessly and linger.

Next to the pond water opposite the waterfall, there are several large knee-length stones, which are obviously placed there artificially.

At this moment, a young man in his twenties was sitting on one of the big rocks. He was wearing a light green robe, with the horns casually tucked around his waist, rolled up his trousers, and hung his bare feet on the water.

He supported his hands backwards, his head leaned forward slightly, with a pair of eyes that were not big but very charming, looking at the waterfall in front of him, the stone cliff and the woods on the side.

The water droplets that kept rising with the wind scattered in the air into flying fog, but I don’t know where they fell. The fog spread out to hide the cliffs and the slanted waterfalls a little illusory.

His skin was very white, and the lip line under the straight nose bridge was clear, with a rosy mouth slightly open, as if it was a little smile, revealing a few teeth.

His shiny black hair casually tied a Taoist bun behind his head, and his sword eyebrows were black and dense, which made him look a little heroic.

His half-clothed clothes had long been moistened by the water foam flying in the air, and he didn't seem to care at all.

A gravel the size of a thumbstick flew out of the woods on the side.

The stone turned a strange turn in the air and was falling into the water in front of him. It made a large splash of water, splashing his face.

The young man jumped up from the stone and turned to look into the woods: "Old man, do you want me to pour a basin of water on your bed tonight?"

A Taoist priest with hair as hair as snow came out of the woods, with a smug smile on his face, his silver eyebrows fell straight through the corners of his eyes, his age was not visible, his face was rosy, and he walked over with a "haha" smile.

The young man sat down again, put his feet into the pond water, carried the water splashes one by one, and looked back at the old man and said, "Didn't you say how many days will it take to come back? Have you picked that medicine?"

The old Taoist took off the basket from his shoulder and sat down on the stone: "You will learn this and that when you teach you some medical principles? It's really impossible to teach.

Fortunately, I never thought of accepting you as my disciple, so I wouldn’t be ashamed of the master. I’m lucky. Good, good, good."

The young man looked back at the old Taoist and smiled: "You are an old Taoist. You keep the monk's words on your face all day long. Is that really good?"

The old Taoist glared at him: "Nonsense, everyone said that before they came, why did they become theirs?

What kind of Buddhist scriptures does he write into Zhihu people tomorrow will no longer be able to use them? He is ignorant of learning."

The young man curled his lips, knowing that he could not argue with this old guy, so he simply assumed that he would lose.

The old Taoist looked at him, nodded with satisfaction, walked forward for two steps, and walked to the floating leaves in the water. As the water waves gently rose and fell, he bent down and washed his hands.

"Why didn't those three little things come this month?"

The young man smiled: "I was tired from running a while ago and said I wanted to rest. I was just about to be with you every day."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Did they go home? You young people, as soon as they ran out, they forgot their homes and were only concerned about their own happiness.

Well, I've been here for almost three years and I want to move. I'll go out of the mountain tomorrow to find my old friends to get together.

If you meet, you will have less time. You can go down the mountain as well, and you won’t use it anymore. You guys escaped for so long, and it’s time to go back and take a look.”

The young man bent his mouth: "You are going? Where are you going? Or, I will accompany you? I, I don't want to go home."

The old Taoist looked at him: "People are fleshy and given by their parents. That is your biological parents. How can you give up your momentary aura?

Sometimes the things you can't stand are not wrong, sometimes what you have suffered, sometimes they are not right, you are still young and have not experienced too many things."

The young man lowered his head: "I, I don't want to go back anyway."

The old Taoist smiled again and shook his head: "You are just a stubborn person. In fact, your heart has long since floated back home. I wasn't calling my parents when I talked to my sleep at night."

The young man blushed and bit his lip: "Then I'll go back and take a look and take a look. I'm not homesick, I just miss my mother.

Old Taoist, tomorrow, will I send you away? I'll go back to see you after I send you. I've been out for almost three years, and I don't know if my mother is doing well."

The old Taoist nodded and looked at the young man with some kindness: "Chenghuan is filial piety, there are no parents in the world. You are so extreme."

The young man curled his lips, but did not refute.

The next morning, the morning light shone through the forest and the sound of birds in the valley.

The young man got up from the wooden bed where he was sleeping, moved his muscles and shouted a few times in habit: "Old Taoist, get up, Old Taoist, have you gotten up?"

No response.

When I ran into the cave, I saw that there was no figure of the old Taoist. I didn’t know when I left.

The young man frowned and sat on the old Taoist's stone bed. He was a little disappointed. He thought for a while and smiled again: "Stinky old Taoist, I ran away quietly, waiting for me to find yours."

I went to wash my face by myself, took out a new robe from my luggage and replaced it, wrapped the other things, carried it on my body, walked out of the cave where I had lived for three years, and came outside.

He was stunned at the stone cave for a while, put down the cloth bag, pushed a large rock on the side to cover the entrance of the cave, and then put some flowers and plants over, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

The birds sing and the flowers are fragrant in the forest, and the mist is steaming in the morning sun, so it is like a fairyland.

The waterfall in the distance roared, as if seeing him off.

After walking for more than an hour, he arrived at the foot of the mountain. The road was divided into two parts. He muttered: "Dad must be scolding me. Alas, Daddy is getting older, right?"

After calming down, he identified the direction, and chose a direction and walked with great strides.

The young man's surname is Zhou and his name is Bing. He is a child of Banshantang, Zhoujia, Henan.

His great-grandfather was a famous martial artist in the Central Plains martial arts world. He made the Zhou family's Banshan Hall famous with one sword and one shot.

When it was passed to his grandfather, the Zhou family began to do business and became a large merchant in the Central Plains.

It was passed to his father Zhou Haisheng, and it was even more powerful. The Zhou family had already controlled the cotton, salt and pawnshop business in four provinces and one government in Henan, Huguang, Shandong and Nanzhili.

Banshantang also became the largest gang in the Central Plains area. Its power is so great that it can compete with the "three departments" of various provinces.

Zhou Bing has one brother and one sibling. His elder brother Zhou Lun is four years older than him. With his father practicing martial arts and doing business, he was already his father's right-hand man many years ago, but his personality is more irritable.

My younger brother Zhou Hong, three years younger than him, is his father's favorite son. He has a strong mind and good martial arts skills.

My sister Zhou Rong, who was not as good as martial arts, married Li Dongyang, a son of a declining family in Lin'an Prefecture, Nanzhili, the year he left home.

Li Dongyang is already twenty-six or seven years old this year and has been helping his father with business plans.

Zhou Bing is the son of his father Zhou Haisheng the most troublesome. He has dared to confront and resist since he was a child and refused to practice martial arts. He just wanders around every day and indulges in the mountains and rivers.

He did not participate in the family business, and often slandered the image of a businessman in front of Zhou Haisheng, saying that his father was "unkind", which made Zhou Haisheng so angry that he wanted to drive him out of the house several times.

Three years ago, he and Zhou Haisheng had a quarrel over family affairs. They ran away from home in anger until today.

After three years of leaving home, thinking that my father was getting older, Zhou Bing felt a sense of longing. After all, he was his own father. Although he always scolded him, he was good to him, otherwise he would not have indulged him so much according to his temperament.
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