The stars hang on the plain and wide.

A simple carriage was moving forward slowly, with only one guard following him. The coachman was an energetic old man with a red face, and he was obviously a martial arts son.

The escort was even more majestic, with a thick palm the size of a cushion. He was carrying a long black sheath knife around his waist. Compared with the ordinary border soldiers' sword, it would have grown a foot. The mount under his crotch was a rare divine horse, which was extremely strong, otherwise he would not be able to withstand this man weighing at least 200 kilograms.

Just like a man on a hill, carrying a cotton bag wrapped in bag, the shape of a long wooden box should be a big wooden box. He rode on the horse's back and his body undulated with the mount. After careful look, the man was so arrogant that he was dozing there.

Behind the driver, there was a weak scholar who leaned against the outer wall of the carriage, carrying an old gourd wine pot with a flat texture. He rubbed it all year round and was shiny. The scholar drank a small sip of strong wine to keep the cold, his face was sick and flushed, and his lips were red and white, and his very handsome skin was a pity. Unfortunately, his face was ruined by a rosacea. His weak appearance was blown by the wind, and he showed signs of exhaustion of energy. He looked like a sick person who was half breathing.

A girl with a small hand lifted up the curtain of the car and poked out a little head. She was about the age of her early 10 and had a braid. She didn't look like a warm girl who was influenced by the scholarly family, nor was she a maid trained in the Fugui Gate.

She walked out of the carriage with her waist and sat carefully beside the weak scholar, wanting to speak but stopping. The latter seemed to have choked by the wine and coughed sharply. The girl hurriedly helped the elder to gently pat the back. The scholar slowly exhaled a sip of alcohol, turned to the child and said gently: "Xiao Ya'er, thank you."

The little girl smiled brightly, and her whole body was filled with a sense of happiness, as if a scholar gave her a simple praise.

The little girl secretly moistened her throat, then looked at the strong man riding a horse, and tried to use her most ladylike, graceful and gentle tone, "Master, how long will it take for us to get to that military town? Is that one-eyed old man really accurate? But don't let us walk thousands of miles of long road in vain. If we can't find anyone, I will smash the old blind man's house at that time..."

The little girl almost blurted out the words behind her and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

The man riding a horse opened his eyes, held back his smile, and asked deliberately: "How is the 'smash'? Master is waiting for the following text. Don't you stop the eunuchs in the Diao Temple in the Palace, there is nothing below."

The little girl had an idea and said delicately: "Of course I smashed a flower for that old master! Master, you know, my swordsmanship, hehe..."

The man seemed to be unable to stand the apprentice's spoiled behavior, and was shocked and did not dare to continue to answer the conversation.

He still liked the former disciple more. Don’t talk about anything. Let’s fight for life and death first, and then make sense. As for those shy little women’s behavior, it made him, the master even more creepy.

When he thought of the last time he passed by Zhuque Capital, his apprentice suddenly asked him for money, saying that he was a woman, and he should buy some boudoir items and rouge powder. He really wanted to kill him. He almost knelt down to this lawless apprentice, so he finally gave up the idea of ​​applying half a pound of powder to his face.

As for the strange scenes around the little girl, the three adults were not surprised at all, and they had already become accustomed to it.

There is a huge full moon scimitar hanging behind the little girl. The brilliance is not brilliant, and it is even a little dim, but it gives people the feeling of this rice grain light, which is enough to compete with the moonlight!

In other words, the magic weapon, which is the same size as the little girl's figure, is like a pocket-sized moon falling to the world, about to rise slowly in the yellow sand of the desert.

The sky is vast and the earth is vast, and one thing is subdued. She made him, the master, helpless, but fortunately there are people who can subdue her.

It is the scholar who has a rosacea. In fact, he is a scholar. His bookish spirit is not strong. In short, he is as plain as water and has no dispute with the world.

The man riding horse asked worriedly: "Old Wen, will there be some changes? After all, it is not appropriate to visit us so directly, and according to the secular perspective."

The weak scholar nodded, "This is also impossible."

The man sighed and said to himself: "If it really doesn't work, I will bring out the Confucian sages' saying, "Those who achieve great things do not care about minorities." Thinking of this, your conscience will feel a little better."

When the little girl heard that the master was so "unreasonable", she immediately couldn't bear to see it anymore and couldn't help but say angrily: "We are still called "unkind"? Master, the box you are carrying is on our side. No matter who you are, you will drool with your eyes! If that guy dares to say no, I will beat him to death with one punch! He is really rebelling!"

The man said laughing and crying: "Not to mention whether that person would be beaten to death by you, a girl because of his insatiable greed, but I can be sure that you, Uncle Wen, is almost beaten out of your heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys."

The little girl then realized that she was hitting Uncle Wen's back hard, and immediately put her hands away, and was about to cry.

The weak scholar neither comforted nor blamed him, but just wandered alone for thousands of miles and was absent-minded.

The little girl became more and more hurt and was depressed. By the way, she disliked the culprit who had not met yet, thinking that she must find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

The man as strong as a bear, saw that the opportunity was not good, and quickly joked: "Little Ya'er, logically speaking, your little girl's family is a veritable 'elegance'. How could he give birth to such a small demon king? Besides, Master, I am also a famous overlord of the literary world. Shilin Qiaochu, what have you learned from Master in the past three or four years? Who dares to marry you as a wife in the future?"

The little girl sat cross-legged, with her fists on her knees, with a domineering a little childish but must not be underestimated, and snorted coldly: "Marry me? No man in the world has such qualifications. Even if he has, he would marry me. Yes, marry me! That's about the same!"

The man laughed when he heard this, "Haha, I am worthy of being my Xiahou Xionglie's closed-door son!"

The little girl rolled her eyes, then suddenly became sad, "Master, aren't it all those old men who can't live long to accept the closed disciples? Master, why are you in your age and in the spring and autumn? Could it be?"

The man grinned and quickly spitted, "Don't be a crow's mouth, Master, I'm living a long life!"

The old coachman who has always had a blank expression will smile.

The little girl wrapped her hands around her chest and said proudly: "If I live, what's the point of living for hundreds of years? Even if I can only live as an ordinary person, I will be invincible in the world one day. As Master's poem says, it will be worth it to be a 'turned and generous' person! It's not in vain for me, Song Jinya, to go through this journey in the world!"

The man quickly folded his hands together, looked up at the sky, and said in a panic: "God, children's words are not serious, don't take them seriously."

The little girl was so angry that she turned her head and refused to look at this embarrassing master.

The coachman turned his head and said hoarsely, "Sir, it's about 800 miles away, and you'll reach that military town."

The weak scholar nodded, still pampering his words like a golden place, saying, "Okay."

The man surnamed Xiahou frowned and said, "This time we traveled across two continents, we did not deliberately cover up our identity. We couldn't find anyone before. Fortunately, most of the local snake-headed tigers will avoid their edge and just treat it as selling us for face. But when we really find someone, it may be a little trouble, and as long as it is a trouble, it will inevitably be a big trouble."

However, he quickly laughed and said, "But the monks in the Nanzhan Continent are the smallest places with the poorest cultivation soil in the world. There are few land gods who can achieve great climates. Therefore, the thousand-year-old turtles that can make the master fear are about the number of hands, and the real enemy of life and death is only a palm!"

The man reached out and touched his beard, sighed and said, "I'm lonely. It would be nice if it snowed a little now. It's more suitable for the scenery and it's timely."

The little girl stood up, tiptoed to look into the distance, and asked casually: "Master, ask a question, does one of your old man have about a hundred fingers?"

The little girl with a thorny head turned her head and grinned, revealing her eye-catching tiger teeth, smiled and flattered, "Master, you are so awesome!"

Xiahou Xionglie, who was ridiculed by his disciples, was not annoyed at all, but just smiled angrily, "Stupid girl!"

The weak scholar was interrupted by his own cough. He looked up at the little girl standing beside him. His tone was calm and he said a very conscious word, "In life, no matter how you cultivate invincible, magical and magical, how you are stunning, and you are unruly. Even if you finally get that step, you still need to respect this world."

The little girl was stunned. Although the truth that the weak scholar said was a thousand miles apart from the truth that she insisted on her own opinion, she sat down again solemnly and said seriously: "I understand."

He smiled, reached out and touched the little girl's head, "I know, I will synthesize the word 'know', which is very heavy."

He paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Add the word 'le'. If you interpret it with the Buddhist 'self-learning Han', then what you just said is already the most tone between heaven and earth."

He finally looked up at the strong man riding a horse with a serious face, and made a final conclusion for the little girl who was completely like a cloud of mist, "You have taken over a good apprentice with wisdom."

The man laughed happily and said with his fists: "Xiahou Xionglie is here, I will borrow the auspicious words of sir!"

It’s strange that monks in the world, in fact, can get the word "wisdom" into the house, and they are already a dragon and a phoenix among people.

But these two simple words, spoken from the scholar's mouth, seemed to be as heavy as ten thousand pounds, which made the man laugh from ear to ear.

The words and actions of the master and the gentleman made the little girl who was not afraid of the world feel panic for no reason.

Her fingers were tangled, and her face was confused.

Fortunately, the weak scholar suddenly said, "Old He, I won't be on the road tonight. Just find a place to stop the horse."

The groom nodded, but did not forget to remind him: "Sir, please be careful of your health."

The weak scholar was silent again, as if he was already energetic and his heart was wandering thousands of miles away.

The carriage then deviated from the wide and flat Zhuque Road at the foot, and finally stopped on a small hill with a wide view.

The weak scholar got off the carriage and walked to the top of the hillside alone.

The little girl wanted to follow her, but was pulled by her master. She shook her head and whispered: "Sir, don't disturb me."

She has always been arrogant and domineering, nodded vigorously.

The man comforted him: "Mr. I am in poor health and love to drink. You usually advise me more. I dare not persuade me if I change to Master."

The little girl immediately smiled and slapped her little fist on her chest, "Okay!"

The man reached out to touch her head and smiled, "Good apprentice!"

She turned her head and avoided it, complaining, "I can't touch it, I'll be tall!"

The man withdrew his hand in disappointment, a little helpless. As for why the gentleman could touch his head, the master could not touch it. The man simply stopped asking this question in humiliation.

The little girl seemed to notice his master's loss, and after calling him, she didn't know what to say.

He grimaced the child, "What are you thinking about? I am your master."

The little girl stretched out her thumb and praised: "I am worthy of being my Song Jinya's master!"

The man smiled from ear to ear, then lay flat on the ground casually, looking at the stars in the sky, the paintings were gorgeous and beautiful.

Although his appearance is rough, this man actually has a stunning figure with a delicate and heart. In fact, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this man is extremely accomplished, especially his regular script, which has been praised by countless people as the "Crown of calligraphy and calligraphy".

What does "everyone in the world is shocked by heaven and earth" probably is this person.

His great reputation has spread thousands of miles away.

The little girl was lying beside him, one big and one small, and the master and apprentice were in a daze together.

On the other side of the hillside, the weak scholar carried a wine gourd, his slender figure bathed in the soft starlight.

The world is lingering.

No old friends.

The mountains and rivers are still magnificent, and there is no old friend anymore.

Since ancient times, heroes have not lived long.

Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely.

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The Taoist temple is the first view of the northwest of the Vermillion Bird, located on the towering Yungen Mountain that connects the sky.

Yungen Mountain was once named "Dayue" by the last emperor of the previous dynasty, and its status exceeded that of the other four mountaines in the dynasty territory. After the dynasty changed, Zhu became emperor. Although the Guandao Temple was not affected by the war, it was probably because Guandao Temple chose to stand tall and stand by in the magnificent wars of those twenty years, which made the founding emperor of Zhuque unhappy. From then on, the Zhu Dynasty retained the imperial titles of Guandao Temple. Since its founding, only one Zhenguo Zhenguo Zhenguo and six protectors were granted titles in history. Compared with other Taoist temples, there are actually many, but compared with Guandao Temple's transcendent status in the previous dynasty "One Guan and Two Zhenguo Lords" in the previous dynasty, it is obviously far from the same.

There is a ban on the sealing of the mountain in Yungen Mountain, and woodcutters and pilgrims are not allowed to enter the mountain without authorization. Only Confucian scholars who visit the mountains and rivers and monks and Taoists who travel around can successfully climb the mountain with their own passes.

The most strange thing about Taoist temples is that they are the first courtyard, three floors and twelve halls, all of which are "inherited by one lineage" and are built in order to be hung on the air and carved into walls.

Looking up at the foot of the mountain, it looks like a long dragon hanging across the cliff.

The three most famous places in the Taoist Temple are the treasures of the Taoist Temple, which only has a complete Taoist building in the world, and the cave facing the wall that is extremely deep. It is said that they cannot see their five fingers. They can face the wall and think about their mistakes. Finally, there is the platform on the edge of the abyss, which is a huge rock that crosses the cliff. It requires great courage and courage to enjoy the scenery here. The wind is sharp, and every hour, there will be gusts of wind blowing by. The Taoist Temple punishes disciples and lets them come here to "sit and forget". According to the wrong size, they will decide how many hours they need to sit and sit.
To be continued...