Jinling is located in the eastern part of China, in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, and is close to the sea.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying in Jinling that "the wealth of the world comes from the southeast, and Jinling is the meeting". It has a history of civilization for more than 6,000 years, a history of city construction for nearly 2,600 years and a history of capital construction for nearly 500 years. It is one of the four ancient capitals of China. It is known as the "Ancient Capital of the Six Dynasties" and the "City of the Ten Dynasties". It is an important birthplace of Chinese civilization.

Jinling is surrounded by mountains, with Zijin Mountain, Niushou Mountain, Mufu Mountain, Qixia Mountain, Tangshan, Qinglong Mountain, Huanglong Mountain, Zutang Mountain, Yuntai Mountain, Laoshan, Lingyan Mountain, Maoshan, etc. There are also Fugui Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain, Beijige Mountain, Qingliang Mountain, Shizi Mountain, Jilong Mountain, etc. gathered in the city, forming a landform feature with many mountains, rivers, hills and many landforms.

Among these famous mountains, there is an inconspicuous hill covering an area of ​​only a few square kilometers, called Fangshan. Fangshan is a not too high flat-top mountain. It looks like a square Yin, which was called Yinshan in ancient times. Although Fangshan is not high, it is still majestic and upright because it is located on the plain.

In the depths of the dense jungle of Fangshan, there is a very inconspicuous Taoist temple. If it weren't for the plaque with the words "Shangqing Palace" written on the main entrance, even if the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasties arrived, they would not have seen that this was the place where the mortals provided him with incense.

Although the saying goes, "The mountain is not high, but it is famous for its immortals", although there is a Taoist temple on the Fangshan Mountain, there is no immortal to follow. During that decade of catastrophe, the Taoist temple was burned once, and later collapsed once due to disrepair, and became increasingly devastated.

"Oh, ah, why doesn't it ring?"

A man in his 18 or 19 years old was sitting on the steps in front of the Taoist temple, slapped a radio on his left palm with his right hand, but apart from the "hissing" sound, no second sound was made on the radio.

"That Heavenly Lord Wuliang, I just replaced the battery yesterday. I won't have to take it to the city for repair again, right?"

The young Taoist priest said angrily, raised his hand and wanted to throw the radio out, but after hesitating for a while, he still put the radio away. After all, this thing has been with him for a full ten years, and most of those lonely times were spent on it.

"Just, you bullied me?"

Listening to the cicadas that kept coming from the big tree above his body, the boy frowned, suddenly spread his body, kicked his feet, and stepped on the trunk of the thick waist. When his body was about to fall, he slapped the twig again, stretched out his right arm like a zodiac, and when he zipped his palm, he had already grabbed the cicada that had not had time to fly away in his palm.

"Hehe, do you still scream?" After landing on the ground, the boy spread his palms and looked at the cicada in his palm. He couldn't help but smile. The unpleasantness caused by the breakdown of the radio just now disappeared.

"Forget it, let you go..."

After talking to the cicada for a while, the boy raised his palm and let the cicada fly away. The sunlight shone on his face through the dense branches and leaves, revealing a face with extremely handsome sword-eyed eyebrows and star-eyed eyes.

"Other people's Taoist temple is called Shangqing Palace, and you are also called Shangqing Palace, but this palace is not that palace, so you can't even eat it..."

When the boy turned around, he saw the plaque of the Taoist temple. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. The last grain of rice left in the temple was also made into porridge the day before yesterday. It was the dilute porridge that could be seen in the mirror. It was also empty after three days. The boy had already lost food today.

Compared with the Shangqing Palace, which is famous for its famous mountains and rivers, Shangqing Palace on Fangshan is undoubtedly a place where dog meat is sold with sheep's head. It would be called Shangqing Palace in three or five broken houses. It has been gone for more than ten years. If it weren't for digging some herbs, poisonous scorpions and other medicine-based things and farmers at the foot of the mountain to exchange for some food, the boy would have starved to death long ago.

"Wuliang, the Heavenly Lord, the master has three days left to go down the mountain. Could it be that he starved to death like this?"

The boy's eyes dripped around, looking at the smoke from the distance below the mountain, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but after Ji Yu Shilu hesitated for a while, the boy sat on the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple in disappointment.

"Why didn't that stupid rabbit appear again?"

A picture appeared in the boy's mind. Two years ago, I wondered if it was because of the reason for harvesting crops at the foot of the mountain, so I drove a fat and big rabbit to the mountain, and knocked it to death in front of the Taoist temple in a panic, which also gave the boy a delicious meal.

However, this situation of waiting for the rabbit has only happened this time in three years. Every day for three years, the boy would look under the big tree, but he was disappointed every time. The stupid rabbit never appeared again.

"Brother Yi, are you here or not? I'm here..."

Just as the young Taoist priest was hungry and was about to go up the mountain to catch some poisonous scorpions, a shout suddenly came from the path below the mountain. With the shouting, a figure had already appeared on the irregular stone steps.

This body is a bit fat, and the horizontal development of the body makes the mountain path look narrower and narrower. However, obesity does not mean being clumsy. The man is quite agile. He climbed up the stairs seventy or eighty meters high in one breath, and after he got up, he was breathing slightly.

"Hey, fat man, why are you here now? Where have you been dead for more than a year? I miss you so much..." After seeing the visitor, the young Taoist priest showed a hint of joy on his face, and there was no scruple as a monk in his words.

"Stop, I think you're about to starve to death. I want me to bring some food..."

The fat man walked closer and saw clearly. He was not very old. At best, he was only about twenty years old. His small eyes were very bright, giving people a very smart feeling. However, after he smiled, he became honest and could no longer see it.

"Here, my dad was trapped with a rabbit..." The fat man raised his left hand and said, "Don't say that my buddy was unfair. I just returned home yesterday. I sent you a rabbit here early this morning. Oh, what are you doing?"

As soon as the fat man raised his left hand, he found that the rabbit he was carrying changed hands in an instant. The young man who snatched the rabbit turned around and ran into the Taoist temple before he could finish his words. In a flash, there was no figure in front of the fat man.

"How is this kid hungry?"

The fat man shook his head with pity. He knew that due to the teacher's rules, the little Taoist priest's range of activities was limited to within a few square kilometers of this mountain. The daily necessities needed were exchanged with people in the village at the foot of the mountain. It was common for this to lose food.

"Hey, I said your actions were too fast, right?"

When the fat man walked into the Taoist temple and came to the backyard, he found that the rabbit he was carrying had been peeled off by the boy's belly and crossed it with a big branch. In the shallow pit on the ground, flames had already emerged from the firewood.

"Brother, I've been hungry for three days..."

Looking at the rabbit meat licked by the flames, the young Taoist priest couldn't help licking his lips and said in a resentful voice: "Fatty, you are not authentic. You have been out for more than a year. Brother, I am waiting for you to go up the mountain to deliver food every day..."

"Stop coming, you can't starve to death without me..."

When it comes to the boy's words, the fat man sniffed his nose and shook his head and said, "Patient, I have been a soldier, so I can't be a farmer for the rest of my life, right? This time I went out to work. By the way, I said you are younger than me and less likely to be a big shot in front of me. Do you understand if you want to call Fat Brother?"

"Tsk, who said I am younger than you? You were obviously three days younger than me..." The young man said seriously: "It's just one hour younger, and I'm also your brother. If you don't believe it, go back and ask your fat father..."

Although both of them are already eighteen or nineteen years old, they are obviously very concerned about who is older and younger. The young Taoist priest said to be anxious, and the fat man blurted out: "Stop, you don't even know which one you were born..."

"Oh, I...I didn't mean it, Brother Yi, I... Can't I call you brother?"

After saying this, the fat man knew that he had made up his words, so he quickly raised his hand and looked at the young man carefully. The two grew up together in open crotch pants, so he naturally knew where the other person's life was.

"This is what you said, I didn't force you..." After hearing the fat man's words, the boy's face froze. Although he immediately laughed, the fat man who grew up with him in open crotch pants still saw the unnatural expression of the boy.

In fact, the fat man was not wrong. This young Taoist priest really doesn’t know when he was born on the moon and day.

Because the boy was still in a cradle when he was adopted by his master, and although his master lived for a long time and was proficient in divination and physiognomy of Yin and Yang and Five Elements, he had never given birth to a child. He was confused and did not know how many months the boy was born at that time.

Since it was picked up outside the Taoist temple gate, the Taoist temple was in Fangshan, the old Taoist priest asked the young man to have the surname Fang, and the young man slept very sweetly when he was picked up, so the old Taoist priest gave him a single name Yi, which was for Fang Yi.

Of course, the old Taoist priest refused to admit that he was so casual and named Fang Yi. According to him, Fang's surname was to hope that the young man could be upright, while the young man would be able to be extraordinary and outstanding when he grew up.

At that time, Fang Yi was at most two or three months old, so the old Taoist priest carried him to the foot of the mountain and asked the fat man who was also a short-term birth to feed Fang Yi. However, the countryside was very poor at that time. After only three months of milk, Fang Yi was taken back to the mountain to feed rice soup.

However, after such a relationship, Fang Yi and Fatty had drunk the milk of a mother. They were born unconsciously close to each other and had a very good relationship since childhood. Sometimes, his father would go to the mountains to pick herbs and throw the Fatty in the Taoist temple. The two children really grew up with their butt curtains hanging together.

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