Chapter One Seeking Immortality

　　Two months later, the fall sky is clear. 　　At dusk. 　　Small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke drifting up, three or two young children running between the village, the roadside fields and farmers are cutting rice, big yellow dog lazily lying outside the house, the setting sun gently sniffing behind the house in the fragrance of the meal. 　　The sound of horses' hooves came from far away, shattering the tranquility of the village. The big yellow dog was startled and rose up, bowing his body to look vigilantly at the smoke in the distance. 　　A black and white two horses galloped, to the village entrance all slowed down their hooves, looked up at the mountains not far away. 　　Evening sunlight reflected in the mountains, the mountain clouds hidden, was set off by a scarlet, there are jagged rocks towering in the sky, in the red haze surrounded by as if flying to the fairyland. 　　At the foot of the mountain there are cowherd boys riding cattle and come, pastoral flute leisurely, set off this countryside picture more peaceful. 　　"It's true what they say, this place really looks like it has a few fairy intentions." On the white horse is a fourteen or fifteen year old teenager, red lips and white teeth, long black hair is rigorously tied up in a warrior's bun with a silver belt, the end is like a black satin draped down, looking wanton and dashing. Bright eyes gazing at the mountains, eyes quite hopeful. 　　On the black horse is a brocade robe youth, looking older than him four or five years, the two have a few similarities in the face, it is easy for people to imagine that this is a pair of brothers. The difference is that this young man's features are more angular, looking much more cold and serious. 　　The two horses are hung on a long oil cloth bag, there are cold gun tip from the bag mouth, the cold awn is slightly exposed. 　　Hearing the words of the youth, the youth did not respond, just quietly looked at the distant herdboy, half a long time without saying anything. 　　"What's wrong?" The youth turned his head and asked. 　　"Nothing." The youth returned to his senses and smiled a little, "It's just that I feel that the tune is unheard of, refreshing and long-lasting, refreshing the mind." 　　The youth nodded his head in favor, if this environment originally only had five or six points of immortal meaning, when paired with this leisurely pastoral flute, it vainly had seven or eight points. 　　He did not think too much, smiled and said: "How many good tunes in the world, not all we can know. Brother could it be that he has suddenly started to like the sound of silk and bamboo?" 　　The youth lost his smile and shook his head, the two slowly steered their horses into the village. 　　The roadside is the paddy field, field farmers sweating to cut the rice, the youth slowly pass by, but the eyes are firmly staring at the paddy field, the expression is getting more and more serious. 　　The young man looked left and right for a while, some rice paddies have been cut, some are still growing, at first glance, messy, nothing to see. Seeing his elder brother's serious look, he couldn't help but wonder, "What are you looking at again ah ......" 　　"You gaze farther away to look carefully." 　　The teenager seriously look at, the field of vision farther away, looking at the rice paddies, actually seems to feel that the rice paddies were cut short in the part of the formation of a Tai Chi Yin Yang fish shape, although not too standard, but that shape is really Tai Chi! 　　Is it an illusion? 　　Youth pressed down the heart of surprise, le horse arching said: "This old man ......" 　　Farmer raised his head, only then saw the two obvious noble, face all smiled into a chrysanthemum: "The two are going into the mountain to seek immortality? It's getting late, how about staying at my house for the night? It's very cheap ......" 　　"...... "The image of a high ranking person instantly shattered, the youth's eyes moved, but still politely introduced himself, "My name is Li Qinglin, this is my younger brother Qingjun... ...Dare to ask the old man, this rice cut in such a shape ...... can have any doorway?" 　　"Doorway?" The farmer was very puzzled and scratched his head, mud all over his hair, "This is the abbreviated numbers six and nine that Xiao Qin taught me, he said that together they are called what style? I don't know, I memorized the way to write the numbers and cut them like this. ......" 　　So that's how it is? The brothers looked at each other, both somewhat amused breath. Although this what six nine number writing unheard of, at least than the countryside farmer in the field to create Tai Chi Yin Yang fish let a person accept much better. 　　The farmer added, "My home lodging is the most comfortable, hot bed and hot milk, just three Wen ......" 　　"No need." The two men laughed and laughed, strangling their horses and walking away. 　　"Eh eh eh ......" the farmer shouted behind him, "You guys don't go into the mountains so late, recently there is poisonous miasma in the mountains, and there are strange tigers, it's very dangerous!" 　　That teenager Li Qingjun patted his gun pouch, twisted his head and smiled, "Knowing the difficulty is what shows sincerity. How about we help you get rid of the fierce tiger?" 　　The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, and simply said, "Then be careful." 　　Near the end of the village, already at the foot of the mountain, that cloudiness became even thicker, and the few courtyards at the end of the village could no longer be seen too clearly. A woodcutter came leisurely picking his burden, as if traveling through the clouds and mist, casually singing a song under his breath: 　　"The world knows that the immortals are good, but they can't forget their merits. Where are the ancient and modern generals? A pile of grass in a barren mound is gone. 　　The world knows that the immortals are good, but they can't forget the gold and silver. I only hate that I don't have much time to get together, and when I do, my eyes will be closed. ......" 　　The brothers were stunned to watch and listen, the horse's hooves slower and slower, and finally came to a complete stop. 　　Came to this place, everywhere feel different from other places, even a woodcutter sings the song of this level, no wonder people say that this mountain has fairy, really have a few points of truth. 　　"Dare to ask the old man ......" Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "Who made this song?" 　　The woodcutter laughed: "The song sung by the Qin family's kid, it's a bit interesting, isn't it?" 　　It's not just interesting? Where is this place? This was the Immortal Trail Mountain, where there had been an endless stream of Immortal Seekers throughout the generations, and to hear such a song in such a place was even more meaningful. 　　"Dare I ask where this Mr. Qin lives?" 　　The woodcutter casually pointed to the depths of the clouds, "The last courtyard at the end of the village where the herbs are dried is it, you'll recognize it if you go over there." 　　The courtyard is indeed very recognizable, the small courtyard is densely dotted with brackets, several layers of dustpans on the shelves, covered with all kinds of medicinal herbs. The scent of herbs lingered faintly, very comfortable. 　　A teenager sitting in the center of the courtyard, is carrying a stick to the stone mortar pounding medicine, attitude of leisure, for a guest approaching as if unaware. 　　Two people on the horse looked for a while, originally harboring the mood to meet a high person is scattered. Because this teenager is too young, how to see is also sixteen or seventeen looks, no older than Li Qingjun where to go, there is really no way and what high people hermit together. What's more, with the two men's martial arts vision, this teenager was only a martial arts cultivator, his cultivation was not as good as his own. 　　But the teenager was also interesting. He was roughly dressed in grass, slightly thin, his appearance looked very clean and quiet, not like a countryside villager, but like a scholar. Pounding medicine leisurely, humming an unintelligible tune, "simple-minded" sound of pounding medicine floats in the silent dusk, with a relaxing rhythmic rhyme, the countryside leisure and secluded feeling of oil rise. 　　Look at this appearance, his song and figures, most likely read some books, or some home study? Family learning, farmers and woodcutters only say "Xiao Qin" "Qin family boy", I'm afraid the elders are gone. 　　Interestingly, his "pestle and mortar" is a wolf tooth stick, looks thicker than his thighs, hideous wolf teeth in the sunset glittering, and his clean appearance formed a ridiculous contrast. 　　This was the weapon he used to cultivate his martial arts? 　　"Hey!" Li Qingjun looked at it for half a day and couldn't help but laugh, "Can a wolf's tooth stick pound medicine, isn't the front end a sharp tooth?" 　　The teenager stopped and turned his head to look at them, focusing on the two men's gun pouches, and answered, "Entering the mountain at night is inconvenient, you two should be more careful. There is a strange tiger at the top of the mountain, don't approach it, if you accidentally mess with it, run immediately, it won't chase." 　　Li Qinglin asked: "Little brother surnamed Qin?" 　　The teenager casually replied, "Qin Yi." 　　Li Qinglin introduced himself again, and continued, "My brother went into the mountains to seek immortality, and listened to the woodcutter singing a song, very meaningful, it is said to be made by brother Qin?" 　　"Oh, in the early years, I heard the traveling Taoist priest sing it, it has nothing to do with me." 　　"......" Li Qingjun had long felt that this and his own about the same age of the young man can not be what high priest, heard said "disturbing", and wanted to go up the mountain. 　　Li Qinglin suddenly said: "Look at the appearance of brother Qin is a pharmacist? Do you have all kinds of antidotes? Let's purchase a few pills." 　　Li Qingjun looked at his elder brother strangely, they have all kinds of preparations complete, what medicine to buy temporarily? 　　"There are no various types, a single pill will solve everything." Qin Yi casually threw over a cloth bag, "Two pills inside, ten taels of silver." 　　Li Qingjun took the cloth bag, looked at the two red date-like pills inside, snorted and laughed, "Where are the pills that can cure a hundred poisons, what kind of pills are you?" 　　His voice is clear and crisp, and with such a snorting laugh, the austere and heroic aura of a man with a spear has faded a lot, and there is a sense of naivety. 　　Qin Yi stared at him for a while, suddenly grinned: "This is called eating date pill."