Chapter 3 Getting Started (Ask for Red Tickets, Collection.)
I don't know how long it took before Zhang Ziguang woke up and sat up, gasping for breath and shaking his hands slightly. When he fell asleep, his mind was full of vicious faces, blood and white bones, and nightmares.
He settled down and looked around. He saw that this was an ordinary wing room with two small windows. The room was simply and clean, with only a few pine tables and chairs, and a kettle and teacup on the table.
What occupies half of the room is a large connected bed with four beds. In addition to what he is lying now, the bedding next to him is also a little messy, as if he had just been slept. As for the other two, the quilts are folded neatly and meticulously.
There is a banner hanging on the wall directly above the four beds, with two big words in the book:
The sword!
Looking like this, it looks like an ordinary guest room of an inn, or a room where several disciples who are studying for art live together.
Zhang Ziguang sat for a while and suddenly thought: Everything last night may have been a nightmare, right? Maybe I've been sleeping here all the time? Maybe when he walked out of this room, his mother would laugh and scold him as usual: "You little lazy!"
He slowly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the door step by step.
The door is covered. From the crack of the door, if there is a wind blowing in, it is cool.
He walked step by step, but his little hands became tighter and tighter. His heart beat so hard that he held his breath. Soon, he walked to the door and put his hand on the door.
At that moment, the wooden door was as heavy as a mountain and as heavy as iron.
He gritted his teeth and opened the door with a cruel heart.
The bright light outside suddenly shone in, making him narrow his eyes. The warm sunshine fell on him, with a faint warmth.
However, his heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar.
Outside the door is a small courtyard, with a few pines and cypresses, several bushes of vegetation, and a few fragrant flowers in the middle, blooming happily. In front of the door is a corridor leading to the courtyard. Four feet in front of the door, there are several steps connecting the yard and corridor.
In the corner of the steps, there sat alone a girl in a green shirt, about 17 or 18 years old, sitting there with her hands on her face and cheeks, motionless.
Maybe the sound of opening the door alarmed her, and the girl hesitated for a moment and slowly turned her head.
"Little brother, you're awake!" The girl said sweetly.
"Sister," Zhang Ziguang asked carefully, "Have you seen my mother?" The girl's face couldn't help sinking and said, "They... little brothers... my condolences!"
He wanted to shout again, but he was depressed and couldn't shout out.
Two lines of tears slipped silently.
Time seemed to be still at this moment, and there were bursts of sobs in the injured heart
In an unknown place in the distance, there are quiet birds singing, the sky is blue, and there are a few white clouds.
Zhang Ziguang sat on the other side of the steps, lowered his head and looked at the stone path in the small courtyard.
There is silence in the courtyard.
I don't know how long it took. Zhang Ziguang slowly asked, "Sister, where is this?" The blue-shirted girl smiled gently: "Jianfeng Mountain!"
Zhang Ziguang was shocked: "Jianfeng Mountain?!" Suddenly, a mountain appeared in his mind, surrounded by clouds and fog, like a fairyland. The girl looked at Zhang Ziguang with a longing face, smiled charmingly and boasted, "Little brother, my sword front school is the largest faction in the world!"
Zhang Ziguang hummed in a daze, and then a voice came from behind.
The two looked back at the same time and saw a young Taoist priest standing there, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, quite heroic. He came over quickly and said, "Sister Shuijing, the master has some questions to ask this child. Let him come with me!"
The blue-shirted girl nodded and said, "Then there will be Brother Lao Yun!"
The young Taoist priest took a look at Zhang Ziguang, nodded and said, "Come with me."
The two walked out of the courtyard, and in front of them was a longer and larger circular corridor, with a red pillar at every two feet. There is also an arch between each two pillars.
They walked along the cloister and passed through arches and pillars one by one. Only then did they find that each arch was almost the same small courtyard as just now. It seemed that this was the place where the disciples of the Jianfeng School lived.
Among other things, from this scale alone, such a small courtyard is afraid of no less than a hundred rooms, which shows that there are many disciples of the Jianfeng School.
After walking for a long time, I saw the end of this corridor, but there was a towering white wall. A door opened below, and two thick wooden wooden boards, as high as ten feet, almost looked up. I didn't know how to find such huge wood at the beginning.
The young Taoist priest turned a blind eye and probably went in and out on weekdays. His face was not as moved as this child's face at all. He was expressionless and walked straight out of the door. Zhang Ziguang quickly followed.
As soon as he stepped out of this door, Zhang Ziguang held his breath and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
This is almost the legendary fairyland.
A very large square, the ground is paved with white jade, shining brightly, which makes people feel small at a glance. The white clouds in the distance, like a veil, are floating under their feet. In the center of the square, a copper giant tripod is placed every dozens of feet, divided into three rows, three in each row, a total of nine, which are placed according to the rules. From time to time, there is light smoke in the tripod, and its taste is clear and does not dissipate. Zhang Ziguang suddenly relaxed and happy.
"Please go here." A smile appeared on the young Taoist priest's face, which made Zhang Ziguang look for a long time before waking him up and continuing to walk forward.
"This is the 'sea of smoke and clouds' in the eight scenes of Jianfeng, and there is a better one ahead!" The young Taoist priest walked along the side road.
Zhang Ziguang couldn't help asking, "What is it?"
The young Taoist priest pointed and said, "Hongqiao."
The two looked far away and saw something shining at the end of the square in the distance. They accelerated their pace and walked forward.
Gradually, the sound of water came, like pleasant music, which made people ripple.
They got closer and closer, and the clouds were like gentle fairies, gently surrounding them, gradually pulling off the faint veil and revealing their clear faces.
At the end of the square, a stone bridge, without a pier, rises horizontally, one end in the square, straight up, straight up into the depths of the white clouds, like a dragon leaping into the sky, arrogant. There is a fine sound of water. Under the sunlight, the whole bridge emits colorful colors, such as a rainbow in the sky, falling into the world, which is colorful and beautiful.
Zhang Ziguang was stunned.
The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Let me come." With that, he walked up the stone bridge first.
When they stepped on the stone bridge, they found that there was continuous water flowing down on both sides of the bridge, which was extremely clear, but the middle part was dripping. The sun shines on the bridge through the clouds and refracts the water, thus becoming a gorgeous rainbow.
The Taoist priest looked at their intoxicated appearance and said, "Be careful. There is a bottomless abyss under this bridge. If you accidentally fall down, there will be no place to die."
Zhang Ziguang was shocked and quickly calmed down and walked carefully.
The Hongqiao is extremely tall and long. When the three walked on it, they only felt that the left and right white clouds gradually sank to their feet, thinking that it was getting higher and higher. The young Taoist priest explained, "The spring here is clear and flows to the bottom of the mountain, nourishing a people."
After walking for a while, the white clouds gradually thinned and walked out of the sea of clouds. In front of them, the sky was as clear as washing and blue as transparent. The sky is wide and boundless; there is a vast sea of clouds below, gently floating and sinking. At a glance, the heart is suddenly wide.
And in front of it is the "Tianxuan Hall" on the top of Jianfeng Mountain.
The green mountains are green, and the palace is majestic. The "Tianxuan Hall" sits at the top of the peak, surrounded by clouds, and sometimes there are a few auspicious cranes, flying over, and they can't hover in the air, like the spiritual realm of fairy families, which is admirable.
At this time, the Hongqiao no longer rises. It makes an arch in the air and falls on the edge of a green pool in front of the hall. At the same time, the secret of the debut song in Tianxuan Hall is faintly spread, and it is a fairy spirit.
The three walked down the Hongqiao Bridge and came to the side of the pool. A spacious stone steps went straight up from the edge of the pool to the gate of the Yuqing Hall. The pool is green, as clear as a mirror, and the shadows of the mountains are clearly visible.
Zhang Ziguang was intoxicated with this wonderful fairyland and couldn't extricate himself for a moment.
"Cough," the young Taoist coughed twice with a faint smile, and Zhang Ziguang came to his senses and continued to move forward. Walking through the high stone steps, you can see a golden plaque with the word "Xuanyang Hall" written on it. Before coming to the Great Hall, I saw the door open, with plenty of light and solemnity.
And before the throne, there were dozens of people standing in the hall, both Taoism and vulgarity. It seemed that they were all under the sword. Before everyone, there were 22 large sandalwood chairs, about eleven, and there was another one in the front of the house. There was an old man with a crane bone fairy style, who was Qingyang Zhen, the head of the highly valued sword front school.
At this time, the people in the hall were talking, as if they were talking about something. The young Taoist priest with this purple light wore a whole robe outside the door and said respectfully, "Master, uncles, disciple Yunyang, have been ordered to bring the child."
Qingyang Zhenren looked at Zhang Ziguang, with a strange color in his eyes and sighed in his heart, "Good qualification!"
Zhang Ziguang glanced at the people in the hall and saw that everyone in the scene was dressed in swords, men and women, Taoism and vulgarity. Most people have blades, and most of them are long swords. Among them, the 27 people sitting on the chair are outstanding and outstanding. Zhang Ziguang was felt by this momentum and couldn't help rushing forward and kowtowed. Qingyang Zhenren took a closer look at him, sighed and said, "Poor child, get up."
Zhang Ziguang did not get up, looked up at this first-class figure, and said sadly, "Real person, I was young and ignorant, and suddenly suffered such a great change. I really don't know what to do. You are powerful and can predict the past and future. Please be the master for us!"
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help smiling. At a young age, he has changed greatly, and in the face of such a famous master as Qingyang Zhenren, he still speaks in an orderly and organized manner. This calmness is far better than ordinary children. Such intelligent children are very attractive.
The tragedy of Nishiki Village is something that the Jianfeng faction has never heard of for thousands of years. It happened within the sphere of influence of the Jianfeng faction, and the Jianfeng faction was shocked. After receiving the report, Qingyang Zhenren was furious and immediately summoned 27 elders to discuss.
The person who can serve as the elder of the Jianfeng School is naturally the top figure in the Jianfeng School; and the top figure in the Jianfeng School is also the top figure among the practitioners in the world. All the people present were like torches in their eyes. At this time, they all said in their hearts, "What a beautiful jade."
End of this chapter