I asked you to practice martial arts, and you achieved the Golden Body?

Later, several wealthy merchants in Lin'an City committed an unknown taboo. According to legend, they provoked a dragon and delayed its transformation into a dragon.

Therefore, they lost their heads and returned home.

And this Qingyun Corridor was also nationalized by the Song Dynasty court and was designated as the official road from Lin'an City to the capital.

At the same time, the county government of Lin'an City organized people to plant evergreen cypresses on both sides of the Qingyun Corridor. It has a history of a hundred years.

It can be said to have witnessed the rise and fall of Lin'an City.

The cypress is an ancient cypress, and the road is an ancient road.

When it was the largest, there were hundreds of thousands of cypresses on both sides of the Qingyun Corridor. From a distance, it looked like a green road leading straight to the sky.

At the same time, it was also to give auspiciousness and good omen to the scholars who came to Beijing to take the exam.

Hence the name: Qingyun Corridor.

It means to go straight up to the sky, to rise to the sky smoothly...

Song Yun quickened his pace and walked to the front of the Qingyun Corridor. He officially stepped into the Qingyun Corridor and saw more clearly that the cypress showed a unique gray-green color.

The branches that had not been trimmed for decades were allowed to grow freely, wildly and intertwined. Even the lush leaves could hardly penetrate the sunlight, and scattered spots on the road.

The light and dark were hazy.

And because of the drastic changes in the weather, the fragrance of the soil could be clearly smelled.

The road below was paved with stones and stone strips. It was not very flat. Each stone and stone strip was of different heights and had been worn out by the years. Some had broken.

Song Yun stared at the mountains in the distance with a peaceful expression. A few days ago, he buried his master next to the Taoist temple according to his master's wishes.

He no longer had anyone to rely on in this world.

Song Yun sat in the Taoist temple and thought for a long time, so long that he didn't even know how long it had passed.

Finally, the hard work paid off.

Song Yun thought of a place to go, to find the art of longevity. This was not what he wanted to do, but what his master pursued all his life.

After a long time~

Song Yun took a deep breath, retracted his gaze, lifted the bundle on his shoulder, and then stepped onto the Qingyun Corridor. The touch of his feet instantly changed from soft to stiff, saving a lot of effort.

It was like walking from midsummer to late autumn, much cooler.

"Ding Ding Dong~"

On this wide official road, mule bells jingled from time to time, and a caravan passed by him. The light and shadow on the Qingyun Corridor intertwined, and the two sides looked at each other. A young man greeted Song Yun enthusiastically.

But when the elder next to him saw the sword in Song Yun's hand, he immediately pulled the young man's ear and walked aside, teaching him something.

These days, it was really strange. Even if all the caravans returned with a full load, they did not dare to be careless.

They were all nervous.

The postman of the government raised his whip, lashed it down hard, and galloped past.

He disappeared from Song Yun's sight in a short while.

Sometimes, he would encounter short, skinny, dark-skinned porters carrying heavy objects, sweating profusely, and walking silently with his head down.

Fortunately, the temperature on the Qingyun Corridor was more than ten degrees lower than that outside.

Moreover, no one dared to cut down the green cypress trees next to it.

Starting three hundred years ago, after the Song Dynasty court realized the importance of the official road, it established laws to protect the road and the ancient cypress trees next to the official road.

Therefore, there are century-old ancient cypress trees on both sides of almost every official road.

The whereabouts of each ancient cypress tree must be recorded in the book, and there must be reasons and evidence. After the county magistrate leaves office, he must carefully count the number of ancient cypress trees to the successor county magistrate.

Once a mistake is made, it must be held accountable to the end.

Song Yun just walked slowly, feeling the official road carefully, curiously looking at everything around, and a smile gradually appeared on his calm face.

This was a scenery he had never seen before.

Song Yun heard from his master that he was an orphan since he was young. Since he was adopted, he has been staying in the Taoist temple and has never gone out.

Since then, the Taoist temple of one person has become two people.

In his life of more than 20 years, Song Yun has three hobbies, one of which is to practice sword in his spare time.

There is no other purpose, just pure love, so he practiced year after year, and practiced until his master could not teach him.

It was even difficult to pass a move under his hands.

The master said he was very strong.

But Song Yun didn't know how strong he was. He just pierced a few boulders and flattened a small hill by chance.

But his master also said: The outside world is big and wonderful, there are people outside people, and there are heavens outside heavens.

Therefore, you must not draw your sword easily unless you have to.

That night.

Hualala...

The heavy rain falls, and everything comes to life.

The sound of the rain is crackling.

Song Yun sits quietly in the dilapidated mountain temple, with the bonfire crackling beside him, and looks at the rain outside the temple calmly.

This is his second hobby, watching the rain.

Song Yun stays in this position, as if petrified, and does not move for a long time, just listening to the sound of rain outside the mountain temple.

His brain gradually empties, and a sense of security and comfort hidden in his genes makes his heart more peaceful.

There is no ripple in the ancient well.

But suddenly, Song Yun feels lonely, and this rain does not seem to be able to calm his mind like usual.

It seems that something is missing in his heart.

A light rainy night on a lonely mountain, a stranger with a single fire.

When he thought about being alone for several years or even decades, and how many rainy nights like this he would have to go through, Song Yun felt a sense of loneliness.

He suddenly didn't want to look for immortals anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain not only showed no signs of decreasing, but became heavier. The bean-sized raindrops hit the leaves, making a crackling sound.

And in the rain, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out.

Song Yun felt something in his heart, and his eyes shifted away from the rain curtain, turning his head to look deep into the rain curtain. For some reason, although the rain curtain was extremely heavy.

But he clearly saw five or six knights with swords on their backs riding towards this side.

The sound arrived before the people arrived.

"No, the weather on this mountain is too strange. When we set out, it was sunny, but now it's raining heavily."

"I remember there is a mountain temple ahead. We can go in to avoid the rain. It's a good opportunity to rest and recuperate."

"Let's walk a little further. We are not far from the place the hunter said."

"That's just right. If someone gets there first, we can just grab him..."

"Quiet, there is a fire in the mountain temple ahead. If anyone dares to climb the mountain at this time, I'm afraid it's not..."

Song Yun looked for a while, then retracted his sight and quietly waited for the arrival of the group of people.

Five or six people all looked middle-aged, dressed like people from the underworld, holding swords in their hands, and their clothes were mainly black, two women and four men.

The person who said "just grab him..." just now was one of the fat and arrogant women with a scar on her face.

These five or six chivalrous men deliberately avoided Song Yun and whispered in a coded language with dialect. They were wet in the rain, and they were also exposed to the wind and rain, and they were cold.

Some people couldn't help but look at the fire next to Song Yun and signaled each other with their eyes.

Finally, a middle-aged man with a straight figure and a square face came over and bowed to Song Yun: "Little Master, can we borrow this firewood and fire to warm ourselves up?"

In the Song Dynasty, Taoist priests are called masters.

Song Yun was still wearing a Taoist robe. When he heard the voice, he came back to his senses from the state of listening to the rain and turned his head indifferently to look at the middle-aged man.

Buzz!

When the middle-aged man saw Song Yun's eyes, his heart was suddenly alarmed, his hair stood up, and his hand was uncontrollably placed on the hilt of the knife, ready to go.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

"This, this... this look..." The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat before he knew it, and his thoughts drifted away.

This indifferent look, the look that regarded all living beings as ants, the middle-aged man had only seen on those generals who slaughtered thousands of people.

He didn't understand why a seemingly ordinary and somewhat pretty little wizard could have such an indifferent look that regarded life as ants.

And in the back.

"Hmm~ What a handsome little wizard." The fat and sturdy woman with a scar on her face immediately became aroused after seeing Song Yun's pretty face.

Tears flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Hiss~" Seeing this, the other knights secretly took a breath of cold air, their scalps tingling, and cast sympathetic eyes on the little Taoist priest.

This savage woman is not a good person, but a wanted criminal of the court, the legendary flower thief.

What she likes most are those tender young men who have never experienced the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes.

In order to avoid being wanted, the savage woman has not eaten meat for more than half a year, so it is conceivable that Song Yun will be targeted by her.

After a while.

"If you need it, take it at will, just leave some for me." To the surprise of the middle-aged man, Song Yun was unexpectedly easy to talk to.

"Then senior, I won't be polite." The middle-aged man took some firewood, but did not take the fire source. He did not dare to stay for a moment and immediately distanced himself from Song Yun.

This made Song Yun confused and confused.

However, what the middle-aged man did not know was that although Song Yun had never been far away, he was familiar with many dialects because of his master.

Therefore, he had listened to the conversation between the middle-aged man and the six people.

He had roughly understood the purpose of the other party's entering the mountain in the rain late at night, that is - looking for immortals.

But it is understandable. The war a few days ago had spread to several cities near Lin'an, and it became more and more bizarre.

Originally, it would be regarded as a casual talk after dinner and laughed it off.

But unfortunately, there were too many people who saw it.

Almost all the residents of Lin'an, whether rich or poor, old or young... saw the battle between Shen Bailian and Fahai.

Therefore, in the past few days, people who came here to look for immortals can be said to be endless.

The fire became smaller, and Song Yun added firewood to it.

I don't know if it was because the middle-aged man said something to the others, or because of the suspicion of others, the two gangs were clearly separated and had no intention of talking.

But only the arrogant woman looked at the delicate Song Yun with a hotter look, staring at Song Yun's every move sinisterly.

Like a hungry wolf.

Unknowingly, the rain stopped.

"Ha——" Song Yun stretched himself, then avoided the arrogant woman's gaze, found a corner covered with weeds, and lay down. (End of this chapter)