I am immortal

When Zhao Ji came over, he greeted him very politely, bowed slightly, and said: "Two Taoist priests, I am a woodcutter from Longshan Town at the foot of the mountain. I have been making a living cutting firewood here for generations, but today it is... I got dizzy and lost my way into the mountains. I wandered here for about an hour or two, but I still couldn't find the way back."

"The two Taoist priests are merciful. I don't know where this place is. Where can I go back to Nalongshan Town?"

The Taoist with black hair hanging down and a calm temperament looked at the chessboard and said in a gentle tone: "My little friend turned around and walked along the stream where he came from for an hour. Every time he turned, he turned to the left. On the fifth time, he saw a huge stone. There are trees below, and from there you can turn downward and return home.”

"Your family has been waiting for a long time, so you'd better go down the mountain quickly."

The woodcutter was not so anxious now that he knew the way back, thinking that he might have met a fairy fate.

The elderly parents at home are in poor health and would have panic attacks in their dreams every night. If I could ask for some elixirs, they could also relieve my parents' heart palpitations. After hesitating for a moment, I felt that such an idea was really disgusting, greedy, and thin-skinned. I couldn't help but feel hot. I hesitated for a long time and was speechless.

Taking a few steps forward, he saw the game of chess again. For some reason, when he saw this game of chess, Zhao Ji was slightly startled, and then he couldn't help but get addicted to it, as if this game of chess was actually a game of chess. The most wonderful and mysterious thing in the world aroused the curiosity in my heart.

After thinking about it, I realized that although I had lost my way forward, I now knew the way back.

This road is indeed not short, but if he lets go and runs all the way, he will be able to get home in just one hour, and he is not so anxious anymore. Since he has such a magical destiny, he will go home first. Besides, it’s okay if you don’t look at it, but once you look at it, you become addicted to it uncontrollably.

The criss-crossing chessboard seemed to have turned into stars and everything, as if it had turned into the whole world, constantly attracting Zhao Ji's attention. At this time, it had nothing to do with his character or his realm. It was just a simple, living thing facing the unknown. An instinctive yearning for the vast starry sky.

But at this moment, the young Taoist picked up a chess piece with his fingers and tapped it lightly on the chessboard.

A crisp sound!

This voice seemed to resound in the bottom of my heart.

Just like when ordinary people are dreaming, there is a sound of a flute nearby, the sound of cracking gold and stone and breaking jade.

Zhao Ji woke up with a start, his face turned pale, and he was in a daze for a long time before he noticed the source of the sound. He saw the gentle Taoist fall for a moment, and everything seemed to be changing. He raised his head and looked over with gentle eyes. , said: "Little friend, the way you came is still there, so you should leave quickly."

But Zhao Ji was already aroused by this chess game, and his mind was focused on it. He felt a little embarrassed immediately, and bowed his hands and said: "I'm sorry to bother Taoist priest, but I've been good at chess since I was a child. Seeing this chess game today, I feel really itchy." , I feel that there is no chess game in the world more interesting than this one."

"I really want to finish watching this game."

"I promise that I won't say a word more and will just watch quietly from the side. The Immortal will be merciful and allow this junior to watch the chess game from the side, right?"

What he said was indeed sincere and extremely polite. The man then persuaded him to leave several times, but after several attempts, he suddenly stopped talking, and his blank eyes swept over Zhao Ji. Passing further, I saw the place behind Zhao Ji and at the foot of the mountain. He paused and then sighed.

Immediately he stopped trying to persuade him and allowed Zhao Ji to watch the game.

The chess game itself was already extremely exquisite, not to mention the unparalleled charm in this chess game. Zhao Ji was so absorbed in watching it that he didn't mention it, but the Taoist lifted up a piece and dropped it casually, but it seemed like a thunderbolt rose from the ground. The roar came and went, and the man opposite him turned pale in an instant, and there seemed to be strands of blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

And if a high-level emperor comes here, he will be able to notice the difference. A game of chess in this deep mountain forest has a very profound aura, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, continuously changing, passing through these two players. The body seems to be connected with all things in the world.

The chess game is the avenue!

Within the chess game, there is the universe!

Playing chess with God's will on the chess pieces is a confrontation. In the eyes of this woodcutter who came down from the mountain, they are just two hermits playing chess in this mountain. But in their eyes, this is a fight. The true spirit of this ancient god, Dropping a stone is like digging a ravine, causing mountains and rivers to turn and surge majestically.

As soon as the Taoist son fell, the mountains collapsed and the earth split, and his sword crossed the fence.

As the children fell one after another, Zhao Ji seemed to have seen everything in the world in a trance. He saw the majestic waves and turbulent seas, and also saw lightning and thunder, bombarding the volcano, causing thunder and fire to intersect, and he was terrified. .

These different phases clash again and again, round after round, seemingly endlessly.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It seems extremely long, but it also seems to be just a moment. No, on the intertwined level of heaven and earth, if the traces of the mountains and rivers are used as a crisscross chessboard, and the movement and flow of the stars in the sky are used as chess pieces, and then with bright and brilliant thunder and fire, It was like the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard.

This is a momentary chess game.

Just as the pieces fell one by one, and the pieces played against each other, the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.

In the end, even with Zhao Ji's eyesight and chess skills, it could be seen that the Taoist had the absolute upper hand, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, just falling one piece after another, and gradually eating away at it. By relying on the opponent's strength, he finally accumulated a majestic momentum, and it seemed that a random move could cause huge waves.

In the end, the ancient spirit seemed to be unable to accumulate any more. He tried his best and regained his strength. The situation was majestic, the river was raging, and he swallowed the clouds and breathed out. It connected with the charm of the avenue. The majesty and majesty seemed to be transformed into immeasurable magical power. The Taoist man was peaceful and lifted up. He picked up a chess piece between his fingers and dropped it calmly.

There was a crisp sound.

So it seemed that the big dragon was cut off at the middle.

There was a clear and crisp sound, and time seemed to freeze. Soon, the clear sound seemed to be stretched out and became endless. Amidst the crunching sound, the chessboard suddenly shattered from the middle, and the ancient god suddenly opened his mouth. He coughed out a large mouthful of blood, and the injuries he had been suppressing seemed to finally be completely unsuppressed at this moment, and his face turned pale.

He suddenly put aside the chess game and was about to head towards Tianque, but just as he made a move, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air. The Taoist's finger was flat on his eyebrows, without any sharpness. The Taoist was calm. Looking at Him, it feels like I have traveled through more than two thousand years and come back to that year, the most majestic period of the Final Tribulation.

The look he saw now was the same as that of the Taoist who was confronting him with a sword.

Time seemed to have lost its value and meaning at this time. The Taoist smiled slightly and said gently:

"you lose."

These three words were understated, but they seemed to break the ancient god's state of mind in an instant. He was first severely injured, then confronted Qi Wuhuo for thousands of years, and then abandoned the true form of the god and demon. The ones here at this moment were all consumed together. The ultimate true spiritual will.

Not willing to give in!

Extremely unwilling!

He shouted angrily, and once again burst out with tyrannical momentum and powerful Qi.

Only this time, before his power could be condensed, before his Qi could gather, the Taoist took advantage of the situation and moved forward a little, using the ultimate sword-cutting technique of Yu Zun. In just a moment, he penetrated the extremely exhausted body. The powerful god and demon, after the sword energy penetrated him, it still continued to flow towards the back.

It's just that this power, which is powerful enough to shatter the last true spirit of the Final Tribulation God and Demon, fell on the grass and trees in the mountains, but it only made the buds of the grass and trees sway slightly, like a wisp of breeze blowing on the face, the creation of the world. The ancient god stared blankly at the sword blowing like the wind through the mountains and forests, knowing that the realm of the Taoist in front of him was as high as transcendence.

It seems like only one step away.

After a long time, he finally seemed to be impressed, closed his eyes, and finally said only one word.

"Clothes."

Starting from the sword mark between the eyebrows, there was a stream of light flowing, and the cracks slowly spread in all directions. Finally, a gust of wind blew over the face, turning into fragments of light and falling into the world without leaving any trace. Qi Wuhuo slowly retracted his finger. The enemy who had been facing each other for two thousand years was finally defeated by this person.

His body was arrogant and willful, and eventually disappeared with the breeze.

It was only at this time that Zhao Jifang slowly woke up. When he was at a loss, he saw that the game had been decided on the chessboard, and there was also a dazzling crack on the chessboard, which caused the chessboard to break into two pieces. Looking around, he saw another chess player who had disappeared. He couldn't help being surprised and puzzled, and said:

"This... Immortal Chief, where is that senior?"

He saw the Taoist sitting there getting up.

It seemed that he had not moved freely for a long time. He settled down, then stretched out his hand. At the position where he was playing chess with him, a stone flew over and landed in his palm. This was the god who created the world in the next era. The remaining ray of power and true spirit of the demon turned into this spiritual stone.

Qi Wuhuo put the object away, looked at the chess game with a calm gaze, and said, "He is gone."

Zhao Ji was confused and sighed: "It turns out that senior lost the chess game and left early."

At this moment, he said with embarrassment: "The boy just now didn't know what was going on. He was like crazy and bothered the senior for two or three hours, but he is extremely embarrassed." He bowed deeply, and the Taoist nodded gently, with compassion in his eyes. The woodcutter didn't understand what it meant, so he stood up and felt refreshed.

He was about to say goodbye, but the Taoist called him to stop him.

Zhao Ji only felt that his spirit was much clearer. It was not like before. He stayed in the academy for several years and only practiced a basic Zajia technique. He bowed and asked, "Does the Immortal have any other instructions?"

The Taoist looked at him and said gently: "If you feel that the depression in your heart is unbearable someday."

"You can go to this place to live in seclusion for a while, and have your own mountains and forests to live leisurely."

The Taoist didn't know when he had an extra tip bag in his hand and handed it to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji took it with both hands, but he really felt like he was destined to be immortal!

When I got home, I told my parents that they would be happy too.

It was best to use this topic to break the deadlock when I went out this morning.

So the woodcutter thanked him profusely.

I turned around and went home, but I always felt something was wrong on the way home.

I don't know why, but I always felt that when I came back, the road I saw was different from that time. He walked to the stone that the Taoist mentioned before, and when he turned around, he was confused and said: "Strange. It’s strange, I clearly remember that this place was originally a small tree, why is it so big?”

A trace of discord emerged in his heart.

He already knew something was wrong at this time.

But at this time, he was eager to return home. He wanted to go home too much, missed his parents too much, and thought about the apology he had never said. When he hurriedly returned to his hometown, he discovered how the town had suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. Just got a lot bigger? The style of clothes people wear is also different from what they wear.

There are many unknown faces on the road...

No, or rather, I don’t know them all.

A trace of fear gripped his heart. He almost ran to his home, only to find that his home had been renovated. Only the old tree in front of the door was still there, growing stronger. Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and slapped the door hard. , shouted: "Dad! Mom! Open the door!"

"I'm Zhao Ji! I'm back!"

He slapped the door loudly, and the door was opened. Zhao Ji was relieved, but he immediately found that the person who opened the door was a young man who looked familiar but definitely didn't recognize him. He said with a vigilant face: "Who are you? !”

Zhao Ji turned pale and said, "I, I am Zhao Ji!"

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

The young man asked in confusion: "What is your home? This is the old home of my Zhao family!"

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"your home?"

Zhao Ji murmured a few times, but suddenly became excited, pushed the door with all his strength, and shouted: "No, this is my home, my father Zhao Ancheng, my mother Liu Yinghong, where are they? What did you do to them? Let me Come in, let me in!”

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed the door down. The young people stumbled and sat on the ground. Zhao Ji staggered but quickly ran forward, knocking away several other young people who came after hearing the news. The man and woman were stunned when they bumped into it, but in front of them was the ancestral hall and the ranking.

He saw the ranking of his father and mother, and saw the ranking of his brother and sister-in-law.

I even saw the ranking of my nephew who was only a few months old.

Zhao Ji stood there blankly like a puppet, his lips trembling.

His Adam's apple was rising and falling, but he couldn't say a word. The young man outside broke in, covering his shoulders and said: "Who are you?! Are you kidding me?! My ancestor has been dead for more than two hundred years, and you suddenly came in?" What's the meaning?"

Zhao Ji murmured like a dream: "More than two hundred years..."

The young man was suspicious, and then suddenly remembered a legend in his family, which said that an ancestor went up the mountain when he was young and never came back. He couldn't help but be stunned and said: "You are, are you the ancestor Zhao Ji?!"

"Ancestor, Zhao Ji?"

"Yes, it is said that ancestor Zhao Ji, our ancestor's younger brother, had a quarrel with his father one day. He went up the mountain and never came back. Ancestor Zhao Ancheng regretted it for the rest of his life and never drank alcohol again in his life. But how is this possible?"

"That was already three hundred years ago!"

"Three hundred years ago..."

Zhao Ji's lips trembled, and suddenly he thought of the Taoist priest who persuaded him to leave quickly several times in a row. He was unwilling to leave. He understood clearly in his heart, but still refused to accept it and said: "No, it's impossible. I'm just going to chop wood." That's all, I just!" He stretched out his hand and pulled out the ax from his waist, but at this time, the ax that was polished brightly when he started was already rusty, and the ax handle was as soft as mud and fell to the ground.

Zhao Ji looked pale and was in a daze.

I just cried loudly: "Father, mother!"

……………………

Zhao Ji seemed to have been greatly shocked, and he tossed and turned several times before he woke up.

When he woke up, he finally understood what had happened. He watched the game of chess for three hundred years. Three hundred years have passed and he has practiced hard. If he does not have a Taoist heart, he cannot break through the innate Qi, and ordinary people can only have a hundred years. After twenty years of life, everything he was familiar with has left him.

After all, his parents who pulled him up didn't wait for his repayment and filial piety.

He dragged himself to pay homage to his parents' graves. Thinking of the apology he never said that day, he cried bitterly. After fainting several times, he hesitated and went to the place where his childhood sweethearts had been and asked the people around him if there was a Zhang Butcher. , but got the answer: "Butcher Zhang?"

"The long-established brands here are all Li Butcher. Where can I find Zhang Butcher?"

"The surname is Zhang? Maybe, but it happened many years ago. Guest, do you want to buy pork? It's good pork. The front leg meat is fat and tender. It's best to drink it with wine!"

Zhao Ji walked out from here and saw people coming and going. The descendants of his eldest brother seemed to use his ancestor as a capital to show off, and often invited guests to come and show off. Suddenly one night, Zhao Ji was lying on the bed. On the bed, listening to the chatter and laughter of the guests outside, I felt noisy and noisy, and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.

Suddenly he thought of the bag of tips given by the immortal, and took it out and opened it. There were three words written inside, and a topographic map,

Zhao Ji murmured: "Fangcun Mountain..."

Become a woodcutter again.

He murmured several times, then laughed and burst into tears.

It is enlightenment after all.

He also picked up an ax for chopping wood.

Wearing it on his waist, he pushed the door open and no one could stop him. They just watched him go straight towards the Fangcun Mountain. Others chased him, but they couldn't catch him. He disappeared from the distance, but he heard the man's mournful cry. There was a long chanting sound, and he chanted:

"Watching chess players playing badly, cutting down trees, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds. Selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is high in the autumn, I pillow my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn."

"Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, and cut the dead vines with an axe."

"Use an ax to [cut] the dead vines!"

………………

There are many strange people, strange things, and wonderful sights in this world.

But it is difficult to spread too widely.

The majesty of it is only known to the people here, and it is really difficult to explain it to outsiders.

On the top of Mount Tai, the music sounds quiet and peaceful.

The white-haired woman playing the piano has an unparalleled charm. The clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, but only the bright moon is accompanying her.

Yunqin let his daughter sleep.

This child always gave her a headache because he was so much like her and always liked to be lazy.

When I play on weekdays, I have so much energy that it seems I can never use it up.

But when it came time to practice and study, she immediately started to take a nap. She was very sleepy. If she wanted to blame her, she just sat there obediently, with an innocent and pitiful face. Emperor Wa and Empress Houtu had no temper, and Fuxi loved her very much. To spoil her, only Beidi could let her practice swordsmanship, but she would soon be defeated by Fuxi.

After going back and forth like this, even Yun Qin felt a little helpless. She was supposed to practice today, but the child was sleepy again, so Yun Qin had no choice but to let her go back to sleep.

But she herself couldn't sleep, she had too many things on her mind. With her current state of cultivation, she really didn't need to sleep. She was just here, looking at the world in front of the moon and playing the piano in the quietness. When she was alone, she would always feel sleepy. Looking back on the past, recalling things from my youth now, I feel sad.

I saw birds flying away in pairs under the moonlight, and the sound of playing the harp stopped and I could no longer caress them.

Yun Qin was silent for a long time and whispered softly: "A thousand years, another thousand years."

"How many more thousand years are you going to make me wait for? Wuhuo..."

She whispered to herself, her voice was sweet and gentle, but it seemed heartbreaking.

But he took a deep breath, still like a young man, stretched out his palm and patted his cheek gently, then made a fist, as if to cheer himself up, and said: "However, no matter how many thousand years it takes, I will wait for you. of."

"Then, bite you hard!"

"Bite you!"

Yunqin was alone, gnashing his teeth, still the same as before.

But suddenly there was a chuckle.

Time seems to have frozen.

Yunqin's eyes suddenly widened.

The clouds, the moonlight, the river at the foot of the mountain, and the blowing wind have all become footnotes to this moment.

The white-haired woman was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe it. Little by little, she turned around and saw a Taoist man standing peacefully under the moonlight, with mountains high and clouds far away, with a smile on his lips, just like before. Time seems to have left all external objects, and everything in the world has lost its meaning.

Only the white-haired woman and the Taoist looked at each other.

Speechless at the moment.

It’s the season when swallows want to return, and the west wind blew in the tall buildings last night.

Asking for a small meeting in the human world, try to put the golden statue next to the chrysanthemum bush.

Song Chang's face is pink.

The setting sun breaks through the curtains, and a slight coolness gradually creeps into the sycamore trees.

There are so many endless love words, written to the tune of wild notes.

This feeling is very important.

Qi Wuhuo said softly:

"I'm back."