Story of the Tall Lad Chapter 2

Liam followed Master Mu Chun.

Mu Chun, a real person with a haggard shape, was so thin that his head was supported by three tendons, and a shaky hat was fastened on his head. He led Liam with one hand, just like a stage leader leading his newly acquired kid. attendant.

Liam still looks like a child, but inside he already has the heart of a teenager.

He walked away in silence, but he couldn't help but look back.

He saw his mother carrying a broken basket behind her back. Inside the basket was his sleeping little brother. Outside the basket was his mother's crying and blurred face, while his father stood silently with his head bowed. He didn't know whether he was sighing, feeling guilty, or just refusing to do so. Looking up at him one more time, he stood like a gray shadow.

Liam looked back without nostalgia. The uncertain road ahead was like an endless night, and he was holding his master's skinny hand as if he were holding a lamp like a Cheng family heirloom --- even though he was not ashamed to speak so loudly. The ground has the prefix "immortal", but it still only illuminates a few inches of light under the feet, which is useless.

There are generally two ways to travel, one is called "traveling" and the other is called "traveling".

Liam followed his master, not only having to sleep in the open air, but also having to be fed a lot of nonsense and heresies by that old man. He is really not even worthy of the word "wandering".

Liam had also heard about cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao.

There was once a huge number of people in the world who had wild ideas and wanted to approach the immortals.

During the late emperor's time, the various sects in the market were like toads in the river pit after the rain. As long as the family had prosperous descendants and no shortage of children, they would all rush to send them to some sect to seek immortality and learn from them. Apart from tricks like "breaking a big stone on the chest", no one really came up with any tricks.

At that time, there were more people making alchemy than cooking, and more people chanting sutras than farming. For many years, no one seriously studied and practiced martial arts, leaving charlatans who had no business in production running around.

It is said that when seeking immortality was most popular, one county only covered ten miles and eight villages. From east to west, there were as many as twenty sects of cultivating immortals. Buy a half-new book from a small businessman. He has such bullsh!t mentality that he dares to amass money and recruit people under the guise of cultivating immortality.

If these people can really fly to the sky, I don’t know if Nantianmen can accommodate so many cats and dogs.

Even the bandits who were robbing homes and houses had to follow suit, rename the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Wolf Gang" to "Qingfengguan" and "Xuanxin Pavilion", and get some "oil pot fetching items". Tricks such as "Open your mouth and breathe out fire" are performed before the robbery, and the passers-by are frightened into giving generously.

The late emperor, who was born in the army, was a rough man with a bad temper. He felt that if the people continued to cultivate in such a chaotic atmosphere, they would have to destroy the country, so he issued an edict to arrest all these "gods", big and small, who were running rampant in the countryside. Whether they are true gods or fake immortals, they will all be sent to the army.

Before this earth-shattering edict could leave the palace, all the important officials in the court heard about it. They were so frightened that they rolled out of bed overnight and ran to line up in front of the main hall--- The junior officials are in front, and the senior officials are preparing to hit each other to death on the front pillars of the hall in order to seek death remonstrance, lest the emperor offends the immortal and ruins the country.

The emperor can't let the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty be really messed up, and Panlongzhu can't stand it either.

The late emperor was forced to have no choice but to take back his orders. The next day, he ordered the Qin Tian Jian to separate a "Tian Yan Department" and directly supervise it under the Tai Shi Ling. He also roundaboutly invited a few real people to sit in charge and stipulate that in the future, the large and small immortal sects would be appointed. , all must be reported to the Tianyan Office for verification, and an iron scroll will be issued after verifying the authenticity before recruiting disciples. Private sects among the private sector are prohibited.

Of course, the vast country spans nine states, thousands of miles from east to west, and is blocked from north to south. It is basically impossible to impose orders and prohibitions. There are loopholes to be exploited in one-size-fits-all laws, let alone such sparse bullsh!t government orders.

The imperial court couldn't even get rid of the robbers and traffickers, so how could it care whether the Immortal Sect could recruit disciples or not?

The True Immortal Sect doesn't take the Emperor seriously at all, and they do whatever they have to do. The guilty charlatans have restrained themselves a little, but their restraint is limited--it's not like iron or copper coupons cannot be faked. .

However, the late emperor's hard work was not completely in vain. After several rounds of troubles, inspections, and purges, although the results were minimal, the enthusiasm for cultivating immortals among the people was greatly weakened. In addition, due to the distance between the neighbors, no one has ever heard of anyone actually achieving anything famous. , as time went by, everyone just farmed the land, herded the sheep, and stopped daydreaming.

When I came to the throne, the folk custom of cultivating immortals was still lingering, but the madness had passed. I knew that when the water was clear, there would be no fish, so I mostly turned a blind eye to those liars in the name of cultivating immortals. The people do not hold officials accountable.

Liam heard Lao Tongsheng talk about these causes and consequences once. Therefore, in his eyes, the mallet holding him is a pure mallet...at best, it is a mallet for root canal surgery. There is really nothing worthy of special respect. of.

The stick-like wooden stick touched his trembling mustache and said nonchalantly: "My faction's name is 'Fuyao'. Little one, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Lao Tongsheng hated these things and naturally refused to talk about them. Liam was somewhat influenced by his enlightenment, so he was full of disdain, but he still forced himself to look like he was listening.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Liam. His finger seemed to bring some kind of psychic power. Everywhere he looked, he saw a gust of wind rising up for no reason, swirling, rolling up the withered grass on the ground and flying straight up into the sky. The sunken grass There was a sharp streak of yellow on the leaves, which was illuminated by a bolt of lightning from the sky, almost blinding Liam.

The young boy was stunned by the strange and magical power of this finger.

Mu Chun actually did not expect this turn of events, and was immediately stunned. However, seeing that he had frightened this cold-hearted kid, he retracted his hand down the slope.

He put his skinny hands into his sleeves and said leisurely: "Peng's migration in Nanming, the water hits three thousand miles, the one who surges up ninety thousand miles, and the one who goes to rest in six months --- Formless and boundless, it can spin around in the wind. When it comes, it is deep and where it goes, it is boundless. This is "Swinging", do you understand? "

Of course Liam didn't understand. In his little heart, his awe for the unknown power and his disapproval of these heretics were entangled with each other, and it was difficult to separate them. In the end, with awe of his master and his disapproval, he separated Mu Chun from him. The broken lamp on the wall of the house was placed in the same position, and he nodded ignorantly.

Mu Chunzhi proudly raised his beard, and was about to use this opportunity to show off, but God refused to give him any more face. Before he could open his mouth again, the cowhide he had just made leaked out --- After the thunder, a gust of wind suddenly hit the face with great force. Duotou extinguished the bonfire in front of the master and apprentice into a handful of ashes. Then came the strong wind, lightning and thunder, and shouted from the west. The weather was unkind to those who came.

Mu Chun couldn't stop pretending and shouted, "No, it's raining heavily."

After saying this, he jumped up, picked up the luggage in one hand, picked up Liam in the other, and then, with his legs as long as reed sticks, he took small steps backwards like a long-necked pheasant and fled in panic.

Unfortunately, the rain came so quickly that even the long-necked pheasant could not avoid the fate of becoming a drowned rat.

Mu Chun held Liam in his arms, took off his shirt that was soaked in an instant, and covered the little boy in his arms with ease. He ran around wildly, shouting: "Oh, it's bad, this rain is bad." Big one, oh, where are you going to hide? "

Liam has sent countless animals and birds for transportation in his life--but this is probably the bumpiest and most nonsense one he has ever ridden on.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning mixed with the noise of the master. His head was covered with the master's robe, his eyes were darkened, but he smelled an indescribable wood fragrance on the sleeves of the robe.

The master held him in front of his chest with one arm and freed one hand to protect the top of Liam's head. The clear bones in the old man's body hurt him, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

For some reason, even though this long-necked chicken had shamelessly deceived him just now, Liam seemed to have a natural affinity for him.

Liam was wearing Mu Chun's coat and silently peered through the gaps in his clothes at his master who was soaked in the rain. For the first time in his life, he enjoyed the treatment that a child deserves. He savored it carefully for a moment, recognized his master willingly, and made up his mind - even if this master was full of nonsense and heresy, he would forgive him.

Liam rode a skinny master and finally arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple in a wet state.

During the reign of the late Emperor, the large-scale "Cleaning of Taoism" cleared away many Pheasant sects, leaving behind many Pheasant sect Taoist temples. Later, they became a place for homeless beggars and tourists who missed Sutou.

Liam poked his little head out from the wooden coat, and when he looked up he made eye contact with the immortal worshipped in the Taoist temple. The immortal was frightened on the spot - the immortal had two buns on his head, a round face without a neck, a face full of flesh, and a circle of red cheeks on each side, and a bloody mouth below, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth.

The master naturally saw it, and hurriedly raised his paws to cover Liam's eyes, and said angrily: "Peach red coat and emerald green robe, alas, you have the nerve to eat and offer sacrifices here in such a lewd dress. It's really unreasonable!"

Due to his limited knowledge, the young Liam was confused and a little shocked.

Mu Chun said righteously: "Cultivation people should be pure in heart and have few desires. They should always pay attention to their words and deeds. Dress up like this and act like an opera singer. How decent it is!"

He actually knew what decency was... Liam was a little surprised.

Just then, a vague aroma of meat came from behind the Taoist temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "pure-hearted" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't speak anymore. With a strange look on his face, he led Liam behind the obscene statue and saw a little beggar who was only a year or two older than Liam.

The little beggar used unknown tools to dig a hole in the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple, and was burning a plump beggar's chicken inside. He cracked open the mud shell, and a burst of aroma spread everywhere.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things will be very inconvenient. For example, when he is greedy, the thin neck that can be grasped will not be able to cover up the instinctive reaction easily.

Master Mu Chun placed Liam on the ground, and then demonstrated to his young apprentice what "cultivators should always pay attention to their words and deeds."

He first wiped off the water stains on his face and put on a fairy-like smile, and then he took the lotus steps, swaying left and right, and floated to the little beggar, in front of Liam. , talked about a long and sweet talk, described an overseas fairy sect wearing gold, silver, food and clothing, and made the little beggar's eyes go straight.

Mu Chun warmly coaxed the little beggar with a big head and a small body, "I think you have excellent talent. You may be able to soar to the sky and dive into the abyss in the future. Maybe you will have great fortune. Child, what is your name?"

Liam felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning and wandering around the world, she was still young after all, so she was fooled by the master into having two lines of runny nose. She replied blankly: "Xiaohu, I don't know what my last name is."

"Then I will become my master, and my surname will be Han." Mu Chun stroked his goatee and Ruwu silently confirmed the identity of master and apprentice, "As my master, I will give you a great name - the single word Yuan. OK?"

Liam: ...

Ethan, holding on to the injustice... is really auspicious and festive.

The master must have been so hungry that he was confused. Facing the beggar's chicken with burnt skin and thick meat, he spoke without thinking.