Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a school on the mountain. In the school there was a master who liked to sleep in and be a hands-off shopkeeper.
Jiang Xue: Master, I see that the masters in other dramas are all mysterious and unsmiling great gods. . .
Xie Qingping: Am I not?
Jiang Xue: Master, just be happy
"In the fourth year of Qingli, there was a severe drought, the grain harvest failed, wars continued, and the people changed their sons to eat."
This is what I saw many years later. No, I saw the record in the Heavenly Book. At that time, I didn't know that the emperor was in charge, nor did I know that the entire Nine Provinces were at war.
My father and other men in the village were taken away and never came back. Now that I think about it, he was probably dragged into the army and died on the battlefield. My mother exchanged children between me and Jiu Mengzi from the east of the village. His daughter is a girl, with a yellow face and a thin face, like a little chicken. Sometimes I wonder why she doesn't change her to a more meaty boy. Maybe it's because the girl is weak and can't resist.
Jiu Mengzi took me back to his drafty thatched house, threatened me not to move, and then went to boil a pot of water. Maybe it was because the weather was too dry and the firewood jumped a few sparks outside. Anyway, the house quickly burned down. The drunkard screamed and smashed the water tank in the house. He couldn't escape and was burned alive inside. When the fire went out, I opened up the pile of ashes and coke and found that buried inside was a piece of gold no bigger than a glutinous rice ball.
Wait... I hid the gold, climbed out of the ruins, and found a person standing outside. Wearing a crimson gauze dress, carrying a basket of things on his back, and his long hair casually tied into a knot with a branch, he was a little surprised when he saw me and pulled me up from the ground. He also asked me about my birth date. I actually can't remember clearly. I only know that my mother said she was born on the day of the first snow, so I guess I can't tell you a date. The man pinched his hand a few times, wiped my face clean with his sleeves, looked at me carefully for a long time, and then said: "You will follow me from now on." The man's voice was low and light, but every word hit my heart hard. I touched it to make sure the piece of gold was hidden and then followed him. Only then did I see his face clearly. Immortal. That's what I thought.
I met an immortal. I've always thought so.
Intention: Fighting with heaven is endless fun, fighting with people is endless fun