The peaks of Qingcheng Mountain are rolling and undulating, with towers and pavilions in the mountains being lined up in a row. In the early morning, the mist is shrouded in light mist, as if the fairyland of Penglai in the East China Sea. It is the golden autumn season, and the mountains and forests are still lush and green.

On the flat ground on the top of the mountain, there was a thatched hut in which a young man in green lived alone. At this time, it was a little dawn, and the sound of practicing swords was faintly heard in the mountains. The boy did not get up, but turned over, covered his ears with a cloth pillow, and sighed: "Early early in the morning, the master urged his senior brothers to practice sword skills and let others sleep."

The young man's name is Lai Xi, who is the closed disciple of Taoist Master Baixu in Qingcheng Mountain. He is only fifteen years old this year during the Little Heat. He has a pretty face and a little thin body. He looks gentle and kind. He has no interest in practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal, so he did not practice swords with his senior brothers.

After an hour, the sound of the sword at the foot of the mountain gradually disappeared. Zhixi was happy, got up and sat up, slowly walked out the door, picked up the rag on the hemp rope, wiped it back and forth on his face for a few turns, then put it back on the rope, and then walked towards the huge rocks in the woods.

The stone is only seven or eight feet high, and is covered by the dense forest. I was well aware of Qingcheng Mountain's unique skills, so I easily soared into the air. The top of the huge stone is very wide, about half a mile long and ten feet wide. Looking down at the mountain not far away, I saw the mountains that looked like a city. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "There are more than a hundred thousand famous mountains and rivers in the world, but Qingcheng in Shu is as powerful as a rainbow."

Zhixi sat down cross-legged, took out a little dry food from his arms, and untied the gourd bottle from his waist. While savoring the size of a palm-sized wheat cake, he was intoxicated by the lush mountains.

He was feeling at ease, and suddenly, snowflakes fell from the sky, like catkins flying continuously. Zhixi took a few snowflakes with his hands, letting the snowflakes turn into ice water in his palm, wondering in his heart: "This is the season of white dew. Although the mountains have become colder, it will not snow yet. This year the sky is so abnormal, is there something unknown? "

The snowflakes were falling more and more, and soon the huge stones were dyed white.

When Katix felt a chill on his body, he quickly put away the gourd, wrapped his clothes tightly and jumped back to the plain. As soon as he walked out of the woods, he heard someone shouting his name. Outside the hut was a middle-aged man, waving to him. Katix recognized that he was the chef in his master's door.

Hie walked over quickly and said with a smile: "Uncle, what wind has blown you? The road on the top of the mountain is too slippery. If you fall down, Master will only ask me."

The man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Comei, I haven't seen you for a few months, you are still so slippery." He paused for a moment and said: "Oh, you are in great trouble this time. Your clothes have been wrapped this morning. It is probably because Master Baixu is going to let you go down the mountain."

Hie was shocked and said skeptical: "Uncle, what are you kidding? I have never done anything to insult Qingcheng Mountain's reputation. How could Master rush me down the mountain?"

The man shrugged and said, "Caixi, you are still confused. Master Baixu has always been obsessed with practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal, but you are always lazy and disdainful. Last year, he moved to the top of the mountain alone. How can your master not be angry?"
Chapter completed!