Cheng Qian followed Mu Chun to the real person.

Mu Chun was as thin as he was so thin that he was holding a head with a crumbling hat on his head and led Cheng Qian with one hand, just like a straw platform master who was traveling around the world to lead his new follower.

Cheng Qian is still a child, but he already has a teenage heart inside.

He left silently, but he couldn't help but look back.

He saw his mother carrying a broken basket behind her back. Inside the basket was his sleeping little brother. Outside the basket, his mother cried and had a blurred face. His father lowered his head and stood silently on the side. He didn't know whether it was sighing or guilt, but he refused to look up and looked at him more, and stood in a gray shadow.

Cheng Qian retracted his gaze without much nostalgia. The vast road ahead was like endless night. He held his master's thin hand, as if he was holding a lamp like a Cheng family heirloom. Even though he was arrogant and had a "Immortal" prefix, it could only illuminate a few inches of halo under his feet, which was not useful.

There are generally two ways to travel, one is called "traveling" and the other is called "traveling".

Cheng Qian followed his master, not only sleeping in the open, but also being filled with nonsense by the old man, but he was really not worthy of the "flying".

When it comes to cultivating immortals and seeking Taoism, Cheng Qian also heard about it.

There are many people in the world who want to ask about the immortal gate at one time as many as a crucian carp in the river.

During the late emperor, all the sects in the market were like toads in the river pit after the rain, such as Zhang San Li Si Si Wang and Er Ma Zi. As long as the family's descendants are prosperous and there are no shortage of kids, they all rushed to find connections, sent some sects to seek immortality and ask questions, and learned some tricks such as "broken stones on the chest". Apart from that, no one really came up with any name.

At that time, there were more people who practiced alchemy than cooked, and more people chanted scriptures than farmers. Even for many years, no one studied and practiced martial arts seriously, which made the scammers who were not engaged in childbirth run around.

It is said that when seeking immortals and asking for Taoism, there were only ten miles and eight villages in a county. From the east end to the west end, there were as many as twenty immortal sects. From the small merchants who bought a half-new and half-old bullshit method, they dared to make money under the banner of cultivating immortals.

If these people can really ascend to heaven, I don’t know if the South Heaven Gate can hold these many cats and dogs.

Even the bandits who were robbing the house would urge them to fight the rice balls, renamed the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Wolf Gang" "Qingfeng Temple" and "Xuanxin Hall", and then brought some tricks such as "take of oil pans" and "open their mouths to spit fire". Before the robbery, they would perform randomly, and scare passers-by to generously donate.

The late emperor was born in the army and was a rough man with a bad temper. He felt that if the people continued to cultivate in such a mess, they would have to be the generals and the country. So he issued an edict to arrest all the "gods" of all the rampant villages. Whether they were real gods or fake immortals, they would be sent to serve as soldiers.

Before this decree that should have been earth-shaking, the important officials in the court heard the wind. The crowd was so scared that they were scattered. They rolled out of the bed overnight and ran to the front of the hall. The small official was in front of the hall, and the big official was the finale, and they were about to be killed one by one on the front pillar of the hall, for the sake of death, for fear that the emperor would offend the immortal and ruin the country's fortune.

The emperor can't let the civil and military officials in the court be so trampled, and the dragon pillar can't stand it.

The late emperor was forced to take back his orders. The next day, he ordered the Imperial Heavenly Prison to divide a "Tianyan Division" and directly supervised the situation. He asked several real people to take charge of the situation. It was stipulated that in the future, all the immortal sects must be reported to the Tianyan Division for verification, and the authenticity was issued before they could be recruited and private sects were prohibited.

Of course, a great country traverses nine provinces, thousands of miles from east to west, and blocks from north to south. It is basically impossible to enforce orders. One-size-fits-all laws have room for exploitation, let alone such a scattered and scattered decree.

The imperial court was unable to even robbery and trafficking, so how could it be that the Immortal Sect would recruit disciples?

The True Immortal Sect doesn't take the emperor seriously at all, and does whatever he should do. The guilty scammers of the world have somewhat restrained themselves, but they are limited in their restraints - it is not impossible to make fakes with iron and copper coupons.

However, the painstaking efforts of the late emperor were not completely in vain. After several twists and turns, inspections and purging, although the results were very little, it weakened the people's enthusiasm for cultivating immortals. In addition, the neighbors were far and near, and I had never heard of anyone who really made a name for it. Over time, everyone only farmed the land and the sheep herds, and they did not dream much in daylight.

Now that the emperor ascended the throne, the folk spirit of cultivating immortals is still breathing, but the madness has passed. Now, the emperor knows that the water is as clear as it is, there will be no fish. Most of the liars who are called cultivating immortals will turn a blind eye to them, and the people will not prosecute them.

Cheng Qian heard Lao Tongsheng talk about these causes and consequences once, so in his eyes, the hammer that was holding him was a pure hammer...at best, it was a hammer for root canal rice, and there was nothing worthy of special respect.

Mu Chun, who was like a stick, touched his trembling mustache and said nonsense: "My name is 'Fuyao', little thing, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Lao Tongsheng hated these things deeply, so he naturally refused to talk about them. Cheng Qian was somewhat affected by his enlightenment, so he was full of disdain and had to force himself to act as if he was listening attentively.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Cheng Qian. His finger seemed to have some intelligence. Wherever he saw a gust of wind rising for no reason, swirling, rolling the dead grass on the ground and soaring straight into the sky. The sunken leaves of the dead grass had a sharp yellowish yellow, illuminated by a lightning from the sky, almost shaking Cheng Qian's eyes.

This strange power and magical wise man stunned the young man with one finger.

Mu Chun himself did not expect this change and was stunned immediately. However, seeing that he was scared by the cold-hearted little boy, he retreated back his hand.

He put his thin hands into his sleeves and said leisurely: "Peng moved to the south of the west, and the water hit three thousand miles, and those who swayed up to ninety thousand miles, and those who went to rest in June - invisible and unbounded, they could circulate in the wind, and when they came, they were in the abyss and were boundless. This is the 'fuyao', do you understand?"

Of course, Cheng Qian didn't understand. In his little heart, his awe of unknown power and his disapproval of these side-doers became entangled with each other, and he was unable to part with it. Finally, with a disapproval of his master, he placed Mu Chun and the broken lamp on the wall of his house in the same position, and nodded in ignorance.

Mu Chunzhi raised his beard with pride and was about to use it to make a move. Unexpectedly, God refused to give him face again. Before his mouth could be opened again, his cowhide had leaked just now. After the thunder, a strong wind suddenly slapped in the face and extinguished the bonfire in front of the master and disciple into a handful of ashes. Then a strong wind blew up, lightning and thunder lit up their throats, and called out the bad sky from the west.

Mu Chun didn't care about pretending to be a ghost and shouted: "No, it's raining heavily."

After saying that, he jumped up, carried his luggage with one hand and Cheng Qian with the other, took two legs like reed rods, and took small steps like pheasants with a long neck, and fled in panic.

Unfortunately, the rain came too fast, even if it was a pheasant with a long neck, it could not avoid the fate of becoming a scattered chicken.

Mu Chun put Cheng Qian in his arms, took off his shirt that was soaked in the blink of an eye, and covered the little boy in his arms without a trace. While running wildly, he shouted: "Oh, it's broken, it's raining heavily, oh, where are you going to hide?"

Cheng Qian sent countless animals and birds to travel for transportation throughout his life - but this was probably the most bumpy and nonsense he had ever sat on.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning mixed with the noise of the master. His head was covered with his master's robe, his eyes were dark, but he smelled an indescribable wood fragrance on the sleeve of the robe.

The master held him in front of his chest with one arm, freed up a hand, and always protected Cheng Qian's head. The clear bones on the old man hurt him, but his arms and protection were genuine.

For some reason, although the long-necked chicken had just fooled him with shameless words, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural closeness to him.

Cheng Qian, wearing Mu Chun's coat, silently peeked through the gaps in the clothes at the soaked master in the rain. For the first time in his life, he enjoyed the treatment he deserved. He experienced it carefully for a moment, willingly recognized the master, and made up his mind - even if the master was full of nonsense and was full of sluts, he forgived him.

Cheng Qian was riding a skinny master and finally reached a dilapidated Taoist temple wet.

During the reign of the late emperor, the large-scale "clearing the Dao" cleared many pheasant sects, and left behind many Taoist temples of pheasant sects. Later, they became homeless beggars and tourists who missed Guantou.

Cheng Qian struggled out of Mu Chun's outer shirt, and when he looked up, he met the great immortal worshipped by the Taoist temple. He was shocked by the fact that the immortal made of mud was wrapped in two buns on his head, with a pancake face but no neck, with a fleshy face, and a circle of red face on both sides of his cheeks. He spread a bloody mouth below, and smiled with uneven teeth.

The master naturally saw it, so he quickly raised his claws to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, and pointed at him angrily: "The pink coat and emerald green robe, alas, with such a lustful and evil dress, I still have the nerve to eat and worship here. It's so outrageous!"

The young Cheng Qian was a little shocked because of his limited knowledge.

Mu Chunyi said righteously: "A person who cultivates the truth is pure and has few desires. He should always pay attention to his words and deeds. How can he dress up like this opera?!"

He actually knew what kind of discipline is... Cheng Qian looked at him with admiration.

Just then, a vague smell of flesh came from behind the Po Taoist Temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "clean heart and few desires" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't say anything at all. He led Cheng Qian to the back of the lewd/evil statue with a strange look on his face, and saw a little beggar who was less than one or two years older than Cheng Qian.

The little beggar had used some equipment, so she dug a hole in the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple, and was burning a fat beggar chicken inside. He knocked on the mud shell, and a fragrance filled the air everywhere.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things are inconvenient. For example, when you are greedy, the small and thin neck that can be squeezed will not be too big to conceal the instinctive reaction.

True Man Mu Chun placed Cheng Qian on the ground, and then performed for his little apprentice with his own actions. What is "people who practice Taoism should always pay attention to their words and deeds."

He first wiped the water marks on his face, and smiled with a fairy-like master. Then he took the swaying lotus steps, floating to the beggar. In front of Cheng Qian, he talked about a long and long sweet talk, depicting an overseas fairy gate that was covered with gold and silver, and fed well and warmly, and spoke with the little beggar.

Mu Chun enthusiastically coaxed the little beggar with a big head and a small body, "I think you have good qualifications and may be able to spread to the sky and abyss in the future. Maybe you have great luck - child, who is your name?"

Cheng Qian felt that this sentence sounded a little familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning and wandering around the world, she was still young and was fooled by her master two lines of clear noses and replied blankly: "Xiaohu, I don't know what his surname is."

"Then let's be your teacher, your surname is Han," Mu Chun stroked his goatee and silently determined the master and apprentice's name. "I'll give you a big name - a single name with the word Yuan, okay?"

Cheng Qian: "…"

Han Yuan, it is injustice... It is really auspicious and festive.
Chapter completed!