The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 1

As the sun rose in the east, the gates of the Nine Palaces and Eight Views on Zixiao Mountain opened wide, bells and drums rang together, and disciples in wide robes and sleeves came out in a file, and they all went to welcome the emperor who was coming to pray for blessings.

Today was the disciples' vacation, and there were a few disciples who always got up late, and the emperor still slept late when he came, but the head teacher took the whip and pulled them out one by one, and at this time they were getting out of the room like shit.

In the backyard, Xie Qiuhan was sweeping the floor slowly.

He is 15 years old this year and has just had a cane. He is thin and tall, like a bamboo pole. He wears a short sweater and sweeps fallen leaves in the courtyard with a broom.

It is not the turn of the outer door to sweep the disciples to welcome the emperor, so he is free today.

Another disciple who was late came out of the wing room and ran all the way with the wind blowing under his feet.

Xie Qiuhan raised his eyes and saw the short-eyed disciple wading into the pile of fallen leaves.

Just as I was about to remind him, I saw him stepping on a pile of fallen leaves that had just been swept, slipped, and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

It hurts to look at.

The disciple said angrily: "I'll fuck you, you stinky handyman, why did you sweep the floor, didn't you see that the young master was going to cross the road, did you have eyes!"

He also barked first.

Xie Qiuhan pretended not to hear and continued to sweep the floor.

The disciple raised his eyebrows and pointed angrily: "Hey, I said you, you stinky handyman, why are you pretending to be dumb, you..."

"You deserve it for falling to your death," Xie Qiuhan said coldly, raising his head.

As soon as he raised his head, the disciple was taken aback for a moment, this young man had an extremely upright and reserved face, his eyes were a little black ink, his eyebrows were peaks carved with a knife, and his eyebrows were coldly confronted with an extraordinary demeanor.

For a moment, the disciple forgot about rolling up his sleeves and beating someone up.

It was another disciple beside him who remembered the business, tugged at him, and pointed to the sky, "I'm going to be late, I'll teach him later."

A sundial hangs in mid-air, made of stone, driven by fairy talisman, and tells the time on time every day, and now the sundial is about to point to the hour.

The disciple was startled, and hurriedly slapped the ashes away to run, but he did not forget to give Xie Qiuhan a vicious look: "Wait, don't run!"

Xie Qiuhan calmly pointed the back of his head at him.

After sweeping across the courtyard, Xie Qiuhan went into his room and sat down to rest.

This is a very simple room with a table and a bed. There is a painting on the wall. In the painting is a scene of a man in white playing the piano in the bamboo forest.

Xie Qiuhan went to push the window open, and outside the window was a bamboo forest with a sea of ​​clouds. The Heavenly Palace was built on top of a peak, with lofty mountains and turbulent clouds, but this bamboo forest was full of greenery, with rustling leaves, like a fairyland.

Xie Qiuhan sat in front of the window like this, touched the book and began to read.

"What book did you read?"

A clear male voice came.

Xie Qiuhan was the only one in the room, and the source of the sound was unknown.

But Xie Qiuhan's devotion to reading, without changing his face, replied perfunctorily: "Miscellaneous books."

There was a flash of light and shadow in the room, and a phantom came out of the painting.

It was a young man in a white robe, his hair was untied, and his raven-like black hair was draped behind his shoulders, his eyes drooped lazily, and there was a strange cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

The man came closer to look at Xie Qiuhan.

The ends of his hair made Xie Qiuhan's neck itchy. He stared at the book and brushed his hair, "Yunfang, go aside."

Yun Fang stretched out his hand and flipped through the book, "It turned out to be "Tai Wu Miscellaneous Notes". This little old man is very funny."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he hugged Xie Qiuhan from behind.

Xie Qiuhan: "Yunfang!"

Yun Fang sat down on the table, leaning against the window frame, holding the book in his hand, "Little kid, it doesn't matter how big or small, why did you call me Yun Bin."

Xie Qiuhan went to grab the book, but Yunfang refused to give it to him. After three or four rounds of hide-and-seek, Xie Qiuhan quit, sat back on the bed, and read other books.

Yun Fang sighed, "Oh, the world is getting worse, you are a teenage kid, you are not as lively as that little old man in Taiwu."

The 'not lively' Xie Qiuhan retorted: "You are a painting spirit with a shallow cultivation base, and you are too close to the first emperor."

Yun Fang finally teased him out of a complete sentence and laughed out loud.

Xie Qiuhan went to Zixiao Mountain five years ago to study art. At that time, he bought this painting from a stall at the foot of the mountain and brought it up the mountain. He discovered Yunfang, the painting spirit. Be a companion.

They have been together for the past five years, if Xie Qiuhan is "not lively", then Yunfang is "unreliable".

There are many thieves in this spirit, and every now and then he comes up with new ways to torment Xie Qiuhan.

He once lied to Xie Qiuhan to take him to the main peak to see the scenery, only to find out that it was the palace of the Immortal Seat after he went there, and made Xie Qiuhan run like his life, and even deceived him to go to some forbidden hot spring to wash his marrow, and it turned out that it was the urine of a spirit beast The pond, nourished his head full of urine.

There are so many such things, which left a deep imprint on Xie Qiuhan's growth.

Tossing is tossing, but Yunfang did make Xie Qiuhan's side more lively, so he wouldn't be alone in this heavenly palace.

Yun Fang took that "Tai Wu Miscellaneous Notes" as his own, and read it with relish.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his head and asked, "Xiao Qiuhan, is the little emperor going up to the mountain to play? Why don't you go and have a look?"

Xie Qiuhan was inexplicably the same generation as the emperor in his mouth, and said with a toothache: "I can't go as an outer disciple."

Yun Fang said, "There are so many people, who cares?"

It's true, it's true that there's nothing to do with the mess, but Xie Qiuhan really doesn't want to go.

He has no interest in the emperor and his elders, he has no interest in offering sacrifices to heaven, and he doesn't care much about the cultivation of immortals that the entire Zixiao Mountain and even the people of the world are striving for.

With a thought, Xie Qiuhan dragged out a bundle from under the bed, found a booklet, sat at the table, and wrote and drew with a fine brush.

Yun Fang narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.

What he drew was the downhill route of Zixiao Mountain.

Yun Fang showed an incomprehensible expression, and stopped talking.

Time passed slowly, the sun moved westward quietly, and the day passed without knowing it.

The disciples came back one after another, and the sound of footsteps and conversations came into the room, but through the door, it always seemed to come from a far away place, as if there were only two people here, and it became a small world by itself.

Yunfang's figure blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow in front of Xie Qiuhan's eyes.

Xie Qiuhan raised his eyes and glanced at this unreliable painting spirit.

Although his spiritual power is short, he gets dizzy when he is away from the painting, his personality is bad, and he is always served by others, but his appearance is superb, and he is full of laughter and cursing.

No matter how you think about it, it feels unreliable.

Xie Qiuhan thought about it for a while, and worried about his crime.

He stopped writing, and the ink dripped on the paper along the tip of the hair, blurring a small area.

"The back mountain gate is gone, why are you in a daze," Yun Fang lazily reminded.

Xie Qiuhan hurriedly printed it with clean straw paper, carefully tore it into small strips, and blotted it up little by little, so as not to be self-defeating.

But no matter how it was remedied, the route at the rear mountain gate became a dark lump.

Xie Qiuhan was annoyed.

"Don't frown," Yun Fang gently pressed Xie Qiuhan's brows with his fingertips.

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback.

Yun Fang smiled and said, "Like a little old man."

He tore a piece of paper from "Taiwu Miscellaneous Notes" and put it in front of Xie Qiuhan's eyes, "Here, use this for the map of going down the mountain."

It was a map of Zixiao Mountain with wet ink on it, and it was detailed and concise. A simple circle was drawn for the disciple's wing room and the back dining room, but the route from the outer disciple's wing room to the back mountain gate and even the foot of the mountain was very detailed, with eyes will not get lost.

Xie Qiuhan had always wanted to go down the mountain, but the palace gate of Zixiao Mountain was closed all year round, and unlearned disciples were not allowed to enter the world, so he kept secretly investigating the terrain of Zixiao Mountain, and found out a route out from the back mountain gate.

Xie Qiuhan asked, "How do you know the route?"

Yun Fang said: "The mountain people have their own tricks - when are you going to go down the mountain?"

Xie Qiuhan paused, and said: "Put it away first, and then go down the mountain in a few years later."

"Huh?" Yun Fang tilted his head, looking carefully at Xie Qiuhan's expression, "The little emperor has come to offer sacrifices to the heavens these few days, and the mountain gate is wide open. It's a good time to go down the mountain. After this time, I don't know when it will be. Have you been Want to go home?"

"Who wants to go home," Xie Qiuhan got up, put the map into the pages of the book, and put it in the bag under the bed.

Yun Fang crossed his legs, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the child's back. His spine was slightly protruding, and his figure was thin, like a thin sword.

In fact, he can’t be called a child anymore. He is already 15 years old and has turned into a teenager. Recently, his voice has changed. He made Yun Bing make fun of him a few times, but he stopped talking and became less talkative than before.

However, no matter how few words, no matter how calm, he is only 15 years old.

Yun Fang still remembers when Xie Qiuhan was still childish when he first came to Zixiao Mountain, he woke up from a nightmare at night and threw himself into his arms to call his mother.

Xie Qiuhan's family is in a wealthy place in the south of the Yangtze River, and the family runs a small business. He is the only son, and his parents are afraid of melting if they hold it in their mouths, and they are afraid of falling if they hold it in their hands. This kind of relationship sent him to the mountains to learn art.

Xie Qiuhan is the root of Wuling, and building a foundation for Huiling is as difficult as reaching the sky, and there is actually no future in Zixiao Palace.

The steward who was in charge of selecting the disciples ran out of money, so he took the young man up the mountain against his conscience, and perfunctorily left him at the outer door as a sweeping disciple, that is, as a handyman.

Xie Qiuhan has become a "little beggar" since he was a young master. He has been beaten and scolded countless times, suffered countless hardships, and gradually developed into such a reserved and taciturn personality.

The "I want to go home" that was on the lips at the beginning has gradually become "who wants to go home".

Yun Fang sighed softly, stepped forward, and rubbed his head, "Did you have conflicts with other disciples before you came back?"

"Small things," Xie Qiuhan said.

Yun Fang said: "Nowadays on Zixiao Mountain, people don't teach arts and science, don't learn the words of sages, but only cultivate longevity, so the disciples are rampant and have all kinds of things. It's useless for you to stay here. It's better to leave earlier. I miss you." Mother is also concerned about you."

Xie Qiuhan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I know, but I want to learn a few more spells."

Yun Fang said: "The technique is an external force after all. To cultivate one's body and correct one's actions is the right way."

Xie Qiuhan turned to look at him, it was rare for him to be serious, his eyes were full of seriousness, Xie Qiuhan was not used to it for a while.

Ever since Emperor Taiwu ascended to the throne in the Ming Dynasty, there has been a wave of cultivating immortals to seek longevity. The world's pursuit of immortals and their belief in magic have reached a level that is unmatched by any previous era.

All sorcerers who walk in the world are those who come from ten miles around to flatter horses. Everyone is jealous and wants to cultivate immortals, so that farmers don't do production, businessmen don't care about business, those who study forget the words of sages, and those who practice martial arts don't want to follow suit. But the heroes of the rivers and lakes can't do a light and fluffy spell, so they have to learn it.

In this world, how many people can still say that "cultivating one's body and correcting one's behavior is the right way"?

"You still talk about such a big truth..." Xie Qiuhan sat up, "I know that cultivating immortals is useless, and I don't want to cultivate immortals, I just want to learn a few more spells."

Yun Fang: "What's the difference?

Xie Qiuhan said: "I don't know what the situation is at the bottom of the mountain. There must be a lot of alchemists in the past few years. I will learn a few more spells. If I encounter someone who is domineering, I will have the strength to protect..." He bit the tip of his tongue in time , almost said "protect you".

Hearing his ambiguity, Yun Fang asked casually, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Xie Qiuhan said in a muffled voice, "Anyway, don't worry, I will definitely take you with me, and I won't sneak away by myself."

Yun Fang was slightly taken aback.

In this gap, Xie Qiuhan simply cleaned up the table, and said casually: "We will go down the mountain after I finish my studies. You haven't been to my house yet. My house is by the Yangliu River in Guxi Town. The upstream is the Qinhuai River. It is often fragrant. Every morning, there is an old man with a short beard who carries a burden to sell lactose balls and honey sesame crisps. I buy them every day. Sometimes when I get up late, the old man will put the oil bag on the window. I will buy them the next day. If you just give me money, I don’t know if I can still eat it when I go back..."

Hearing him talk about his plan to go home, Yun Fang's thoughts drifted into the sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What's the matter?" Xie Qiuhan heard him stay silent for a while, looked back at him, and thought of something, "...the aura in the world is indeed not as good as that of Zixiao Mountain, it may delay your cultivation, but I don't think you are here How to practice?"

"Nothing," Yun Fang smiled slightly, "It's good to go home, so I said, you might as well go back earlier."

Xie Qiuhan sighed, "Didn't I say that I need to learn a few more spells? Forget it, I won't tell you."

With that said, he got up and was going to evening class.

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In the next year, Su Shou, the main plot is to follow Shou, and so does Gong.Not Shuangwen.