Look at the slightly trembling right hand of this little literary saint.

Xu Changsheng didn't dare to ask him what happened, for fear of accidentally getting into a disaster, so he had to pretend he didn't see anything.

He didn't ask, but the short old man muttered to himself: "This literary saint is still so strict with his students. Alas, it must be because the students are so promising. He doesn't want to see the students fall like this, so he is so strict with me."

Being so strict really ruins his good intentions."

After saying that, he covered his face, as if he was extremely ashamed.

The young man opened his mouth several times, wanting to ask if you were the student of the literary saint? But in the end he still didn't dare.

Apart from his age, this old man doesn't look like a senior at all. Let alone a disciple of Master Literary Saint. How can a scholar like Master Literary Master teach a student who can read banned books?

Xu Changsheng spent the next time sitting next to Shushan Mountain God, reading a book, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing under the mountain, watching the sunset and the sea of ​​clouds, and watching the moon shine above his head.

"Little Master Wen Sheng, are you just sitting on the top of the mountain like this day after day?" Xu Changsheng asked suddenly.

The short old man turned around, frowned and said in puzzlement: "Otherwise? Where else can we go? Besides, there is nothing wrong with being on this mountain. You can lie down and watch the sunrise, stand and watch the sunset, and read a book. How pleasant it is."

"Then don't you want to go for a walk outside and see how beautiful the human world is?" Xu Changsheng asked with his head lowered.

The short old man stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth on the small mountain top for a while, then said: "You are still young, it would be good to walk around more and see the world. When you live to my age, you will have to walk a long way."

If you see too much and see too much of the dirty things at the foot of the mountain, you will feel the same way I do."

"What does it feel like?"

The short old man looked up at the moonlight, chuckled, and said something rare as a scholar, "Everyone says Jianghu is good, but no one can say Jianghu is old. Even if you have been to Yunxin, Nanming, or walked through Canghu

When you return to Guitu, you will find that the place you have walked is actually only this big."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right palm and spread it.

Xu Changsheng was confused.

The short old man laughed loudly.

"Boy, do you know who has the liveliest heart in this world?"

The young man still didn't know, but he was just a little annoyed as to why he had read so few books. If he could read more, even if the little literary sage stretched out his hands, he would be able to understand more truths.

"In the north of the North Sea, there is a cliff, and there is a Kun fisherman on the cliff. He was born on a desert island, and before he saw any people, he stepped into the sky. From then on, he lived in seclusion in the north of the North Sea.

I have been sitting on the cliff for who knows how many years."

"Then he is sitting there just to catch Kun?" the young man asked.

The short old man nodded, then shook his head.

"Then why is he the most lively in his heart?"

The old man chuckled, "Because he has never seen a human being, never been to the four continents, and never traveled through the rivers and lakes, so his heart is the liveliest."

The young man seemed to understand but not quite.

The old man said no more, turned around and walked towards the house.

Xu Changsheng quickly asked: "Master Wen Sheng, how long have you been working as a mountain god here?"

The short old man waved his hand as he walked, "Before Dali, there was me first. No matter how far it is, I can't remember it."

Xu Changsheng responded, turned around, and continued reading the book.

After watching it for a while I felt bored again.

This world is colorful and the stories are gentle. The young man always wants to walk faster, look at the mountains and rivers, and listen to the love stories of the human world. But nothing happens.

With such little strength, he has already been in danger many times before even leaving Taoyuan County.

Thinking of this, I got up again and put the book back on the mustard.

On the top of Shushan Mountain, under the cool breeze and moonlight, I played "Shan Hai", from the Shan method's opening to the point, to the water method's mud cow entering the sea, and from the water method's mud cow entering the sea, to the mountain method's opening to the point.

Finally, under the moonlight, Xu Changsheng jumped high, far higher than the mountain.

When he reached the highest point, he turned around and punched hard. A huge fist shadow fell from the sky and smashed a large sea of ​​clouds.

The boy laughed loudly after landing.

It seems to be saying that the world is nothing more than this. Under a punch from me, Xu Changsheng, it was all broken into pieces.

Suddenly a broken shoe was thrown from the wooden house and hit him on the back of the head, knocking him staggering. At the same time, there was a roar: "Why are you so crazy at night! I don't know that the elderly don't sleep well!"

After the boy stood firm, he rubbed the aching back of his head and giggled.

…

the next day.

Xu Changsheng was woken up by a sudden vibration, and no other abnormality was found after he woke up.

The short old man also yawned at the right time, slapping his mouth and walked out of the wooden house.

"Noise, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy early in the morning."

After saying that and stamping his feet, the shaking feeling disappeared.

Xu Changsheng looked puzzled and did not dare to ask.

The short old man explained himself: "It's nothing, it's just that the old guy in the Valley of the Wind is coming out."

"Wind Valley? Old guy?" Xu Changsheng asked doubtfully.

"It's the Wind Valley where you came from. There's an old guy suppressing him down there. He seems to have figured it out recently. He's a bit noisy and annoying. I don't know what's good about it. Every old bastard wants to climb up.

Come out." The old man waved his hand, obviously very impatient.

Xu Changsheng finally understood, "Who is that old guy?"

"It seems to be a wind beast from ancient times. It stinks very much. Okay, okay. Why do you have so many problems when you get up so early in the morning? You might as well read a book while you have this time."

Seeing that the old man was angry, Xu Changsheng quickly bowed his head in approval, stepped aside, and sat down to read.

However, the wind beast made quite a lot of noise, and the whole book mountain would shake from time to time, making the little old man extremely annoyed with the noise.

Later, he took out a paperweight from his sleeve and placed it in front of the wooden house, and the shock disappeared.

Xu Changsheng just read the book and talked to him when he had nothing to do. Most of the time, he talked and listened.

The Moon Rabbit follows the Golden Crow rising in the east and setting in the west, and the three days pass by in the blink of an eye.

Xu Changsheng felt that his injuries had recovered to some extent, and he was ready to say goodbye to the old man.

But before he could say anything, the short old man saw through his thoughts, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "We might as well wait a few more days and watch the good show before leaving."

"A good show?"

Xu Changsheng thought of something, but didn't dare to confirm it.

With a move of his hand, the old man took back the paperweight he had put down three days ago. Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, followed by a violent shaking.

Xu Changsheng was caught off guard. He swung a few times before standing still, and asked aloud: "Is this the wind beast coming out?"

"if not?"

Xu Changsheng hurriedly walked to the edge of the mountain and looked down the mountain, but the sea of ​​clouds was still vast, and he could vaguely see a few cranes flying through the sea of ​​clouds.

There was nothing strange at all, it was a peaceful scene.

If I hadn't experienced the shaking myself,

, Xu Changsheng may not believe it even if it is said by "Little Literary Master" himself.

The short old man also walked to Xu Changsheng and stared at the sea of ​​clouds.

After a moment, he turned to Xu Changsheng and said, "Xu boy, although the sea of ​​clouds is beautiful, don't let it cover your eyes."

"You always say that the sea of ​​clouds I see every day is fake?" Xu Changsheng said in shock.

The short old man couldn't laugh or cry, "What else? Where do you think such a beautiful scenery comes from?"

The old man rubbed his hands, looked at Xu Changsheng's eyes, and said with a smile: "Try again."

After saying that, he pointed towards the bottom of the mountain.

Xu Changsheng followed the other person's fingers and looked.

"scare!"

Look where there is a sea of ​​clouds. There is a huge basin at the foot of the mountain. If you look carefully, you will see that it is the eye of the wind, with two huge mountains stretching on both sides.

In the middle of the eye of the storm, I saw a strange beast with two horns on its head, resembling a tiger and leopard, and covered with light green hair. It was trapped in a cage of clouds and mist.

The wind beast is so huge that it is as tall as the mountains on both sides with its four claws on the ground.

Under his gaze, the alien beasts hit the cage crazily, and with each hit, the clouds and mist dimmed a little.

After a few glances, the wind beast seemed to be aware of the gaze behind him, stopped striking, and turned to look at Shushan.

I saw that the strange beast had a huge mouth. It could be seen that the mouth was cracked to the base of the ears when it showed its teeth. There was also a rune between the eyebrows, which seemed to be a vertical eye.

With just one glance, Xu Changsheng lost his mind instantly, his soul was in severe pain, he covered his head and squatted on the ground.

The short old man snorted coldly and waved his sleeves.
To be continued...