The Ninth Level Of The Strongest Extraordinary Person, I Am The Best

"Brother, I'll go back to the mountain to see you today. I'll be there at 6pm!"

On the other end of the phone, Qiu Hongyun, who had just gotten on the high-speed train, said with a playful smile.

After being silent for half a minute, Qiu Yanchang asked solemnly:

"Come from where, who else?"

Smiling at Chen Rui, Qiu Hongyun got up and hid in the bathroom, hiding Wang Jue, and roughly told the whole story.

"The fate of Tianjun?"

Qiu Changchang, who had always been calm and indifferent, stood up directly. He walked out to the door of the hut, took several deep breaths, walked back and forth for a while, and then asked calmly:

"Do you have the latest photos of Mr. Chen?"

"Yes, I just got up and took a picture. I'll send it to you right away."

After receiving the photo, Qiu Changchang's eyes lit up when he saw the melancholy and stern young man sitting on the red business seat holding a huanghuali tree.

Huangya Cave in Tianqing Mountain is nearly 5 kilometers away from the 5A scenic spot on the top of the mountain.

After walking up the stone steps or taking the cable car to the top of the mountain, go around to the northeast corner of the courtyard at the end of Sanqing Hall, and climb out from the cement courtyard wall by stepping on a half-human tall, chopped longan tree stump.

Then follow the gravel path, which winds around for about 5 kilometers, and you will see a red brick hut.

Qiu Yanchang was born and raised in this mountain and has never been down the mountain in his life. After his master passed away, he became the inheritor of the scenic spot's intangible cultural heritage with his exquisite wood carving skills.

At the beginning of the construction of the scenic spot, he helped with the work for a long time regardless of compensation. After the scenic spot was built, he donated hundreds of precious wood carvings to the "Wood Sculpture Museum" on the top of the mountain.

He has a lively face, a three-inch short beard, and a humorous speech. He always likes to entertain passing tourists with a large vat of herbal tea that he brews at the entrance of Sanqing Hall.

Over time, Qiu Yanchang has become a famous tourist business card of Tianqing Mountain. Later, tourists came here just to take photos with him or drink even half a cup of herbal tea.

If you can chat with him for a while about your family background, or even get a wood carving handicraft made by him, it will be a very happy and proud thing for tourists, and it is worth writing about in your circle of friends.

But in the past three years, with the rapid development of mobile Internet technology, more and more people have smelled business opportunities from Qiu Yanchang. They take selfie sticks with their mobile phones, or "long guns and short guns" to get good spots in advance during the busiest hours.

At this time, the front of Sanqing Hall will be overcrowded.

Herbal tea, wood carvings, Qiu Daochang's beard and expressions, "arranged" conversations with tourists, increasingly outrageous life worries, etc.

These fun and distinctive things have begun to frequently occupy the popular rankings of major travel apps and mobile short videos...

No matter how calm the weather was, Qiu Yanchang began to feel uncomfortable. He originally wanted to leave, but under the entreaties of the scenic spot and city leaders to stay, he chose to settle for the next best thing.

Every year in July, August and September, the three most popular months for tourism, Qiu Yanchang would move from the quiet courtyard behind Sanqing Hall to the inaccessible Huangyadong.

I got up at 6 a.m., walked 500 meters to fetch mountain spring water, and cooked half a pot of millet porridge over low heat.

Beat two eggs, put them into a thermos cup, pour warm water over them, add two spoons of honey and one spoonful of white sesame seeds, and stir evenly with bamboo chopsticks.

After breakfast at 7 o'clock, I continued to carry water, watered and weeded the half-acre vegetable garden behind the house. Returning to the house around 9:30, Qiu Yanchang opened a book called "Shaking the Dragon" with a yellow cover and continued reading.

After decades of daily routine, Qiu Yanchang has never felt monotonous. This is largely due to the simple text of "Shaking the Dragon", which is often read and updated.

Before he finished reading a page of the book, Qiu Yanchang's cell phone, which had been silent for more than half a year, placed beside his bed, suddenly rang.

Qiu Yanchang continued to read, but Qiu Yanchang did not pick it up. After five minutes of silence, the bell rang again. The page of the book that was about to be turned was torn open by his slightly trembling hand strap, and a straight and slender tear was immediately torn.

An unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Hong Yun... won't he get into big trouble this time?"

After some deliberation, except for two or three elderly people who were too old and were arranged to drive up or take the winding mountain road, everyone else walked up the stone steps up the mountain in high spirits.

Qiu Hongyun and Cao Huanru naturally accompanied Chen Rui and Chen Jiali.

Chen Jiali, who had been pampered since she was a child and had never suffered such hardships, started gasping for breath after crawling for a while. Chen Rui held the urn and continued to move forward with Cao Huanru, not slowing down because of her.

Qiu Hongyun diligently chose to stay and protected Chen Jiali as she crawled slowly.

Every time she reached a new piece of flat ground, Chen Jiali would stop and rest. Qiu Hongyun handed her water, dumbfounded:

"Miss, we are at the very back now. If you walk like this, you won't be able to reach the top of the mountain even when the sun goes down..."

"Then what should I do...I don't want to either!"

Chen Jiali sat numbly on the cool stone, rolled up her trouser legs to her knees, and rolled up her long sleeves to her elbows, revealing her fair and tender skin with fine sweat.

After drinking two more sips of water, Qiu Hongyun stepped forward and fanned her while suggesting:

"I grew up in Tianqing Mountain. Not far ahead, there is a branch road. You can also go up the mountain, which is nearly one-third shorter. But there are almost no people walking on it, and some places are steeper."

"Ah... Then, let's forget it. I'm afraid I'll fall down by then."

"It's okay. Most places are fine. If it doesn't work, I'll give you a hand when the time comes, or I'll carry you directly on my back."

"You carry me...can you carry your skinny body?"

Chen Jiali questioned, "I weigh over 110 kilograms. I'm probably not much lighter than you."

"Miss, you are so... looking down on others!"

Qiu Hongyun shook his head with a smile and began to reminisce, "When I was a child, I lived in the mountains. There were no stone roads. There was no food or drink on the mountain. My brother never went down the mountain. No matter it was windy or raining, winter or summer, it was me. I would go down the mountain and carry rice, flour, grain and oil on my back. As time went by, I could come and go like the wind with my eyes closed."

"Then... okay, don't abandon me for a while!"

Chen Jiali suddenly became energetic, "Oh, by the way, your brother... is that Internet celebrity, Taoist Master Qiu of Tianqing Mountain, right?"

"The eldest lady actually knows..."

As he walked, Qiu Hongyun smiled bitterly, "At least half of the people who come to the mountain are going to him. But my brother doesn't like this title. He has an indifferent temperament. In order to avoid the hustle and bustle, every year in July, August and September, They will hide in Huangya Cave and live in seclusion."

"That's right... I often see him on mobile videos. Not to mention, Taoist Master Qiu is so righteous and handsome, but he doesn't seem to be the same as you..."