Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 2|Qimao Mountain

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The highest mountain in Zhushan County is called Jimao Mountain.

According to county chronicles, this mountain was named "Qimao" in ancient times.

Different, turn off the road; the word "mao" means "luxuriant vegetation". Qi Mao Mountain, as its name suggests, is a mountain that is easy to get lost. There are many trees, vines and wild grasses blocking the mountain road. After ten and a half months, the road passed is unrecognizable.

The mountains that can get in and can't get out are of course full of legends.

Among the people of Zhushan County, there are several mountain gods alone.

The common Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian (fox, weasel) will not be mentioned, such as the mountain demon with human face and leopard tail, the grumpy mandrill who loves to eat human flesh, and a long list of deities with titles.

There are also several mountain temples, distributed all over the mountain.

Except for those at the foot of the mountain, the incense of other temples is not very strong. On weekdays, only the orion and the woodcutter occasionally go to rest.

Moli braved the wind and snow and came to a mountain temple with red tiles and yellow walls. The snow had already covered half of the temple door. He had to dig out the snow. After finding the door, he opened a crack and stuffed himself. Go in and close the temple door firmly.

There was a faint fire light in the mountain temple, with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. Obviously there were others in the mountain temple, but Doctor Mo was not surprised, he seemed to have known it a long time ago.

As soon as he put down the medicine basket, he heard footsteps behind the mandrill idol's curtain.

"Well, you are here."

The person who spoke was a very generous old man. Although he was wearing an ordinary cotton robe, his face was wrinkled like pine bark, but his eyes were not muddy at all, his temples were slightly bulging, and he walked steadily while walking. The wind is dying, old and old.

"Teacher." Moli saluted respectfully.

This is his teacher, Qin Lu, who taught him literacy, hyphenation, ambiguity, and even the way of life. According to the practice of private schools in the world, he should be called a teacher or a gentleman.

Qin Lu nodded, and sat down on a futon at random.

He is a hermit who lives in the mountains all the year round. He is not a woodcutter or a hunter. It can be said that there is no need to pay attention to etiquette, but Qin Lu’s manners are still unique to a high family tolerance.

"Sit down." Qin Lu gestured. Mo Li just scratched a futon and took out something from the medicine basket.

Two packets of salt, a gourd filled with pills, flint and silver.

"The snow is not stopping, I am worried about Mr., so I went up to visit." Moli sat upright, also a well-educated appearance.

Old Mr. Qin sighed, nodded and said: "You are interested."

Without waiting for Moli's answer, Qin Lu said again: "Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, the woodcutter Zhou Laosan ran into a suspicious-looking person in the mountain. He described him as a visitor outside the Guan. The Qi Mao Mountain is not producing Good wild ginseng, this person is a little strange."

Mo Lei lowered his head and listened, in fact, he was hiding his guilty conscience in his eyes.

Yes, the wild ginseng in Zhushan County is very common. The white ginseng is the most spiritual plant he found after traveling three hundred miles nearby. It is relocated every year and planted in the qi veins. At the top of his spiritual cave, the white ginseng is now a full circle fatter than when he discovered it.

Not only white ginseng, but also white fox.

Except for the giant snake which was born and raised by the natives, the other two were forcibly taken into this mountain by force.

Nothing else, because Moli feels that only Qi Maoshan has the most aura in a radius of three hundred miles. The white ginseng will not be said, the white fox was very unhappy at first, but after staying there he was obedient. This is a good place, who knows who lives.

"These participants are all engaged in the sale of murder and robbery. Wherever they can make a fortune, they fly over like flies, not necessarily for the purpose of digging." Mr. Qin groaned.

"I came here this time and happened to meet the visitors you mentioned. They are all buried under Songyun Cliff."

Looking at the respectful Moli, Mr. Qin was thoughtful. He was very interested in the process of angering Moli by the visitors. According to his nature as a student, as long as others don’t get it on his head, he is too lazy to do it. .

However, seeing that Mo Li didn't mean to explain, Mr. Qin didn't ask.

——His student is not an ordinary person, so he cannot use common sense to speculate.

"Those visitors outside the customs will always have support staff when they enter the mountain. After you go down the mountain and return to Zhushan County, you must pay more attention." Qin Lu casually mentioned that, in fact, he didn't take those visitors. In my eyes, it's just that Zhushan County is mostly poor people, and the hunters in the mountains are just rough men with no resistance, and they are really not the opponents of those murderers.

"By the way, let’s find out how they got here. Qimao Mountain is unknown, there is no ginseng picker, and it is seven or eight hundred miles away from the border. Even if you get lost, you can’t get lost."

"Yes, teacher." Mo Li raised his head and reminded hesitantly, "...Teacher, Qi Mao Mountain is an ancient name, no one calls it that now, this is Ji Mao Mountain."

Old Mr. Qin's face turned black.

As a hermit, although his heart is open-minded, the name of the mountain where he lives in seclusion is too ugly, and he is just as heart-stuck.

Jie Maoshan hermit or something, I can't say it.

Maybe the name ambiguity is difficult for the illiterate people to understand, and it is not easy to write, so several generations have passed down, and the word was passed down, and a good name was gone.

The Moli used to be very scared to meet similar people in other mountains. After all, when he met, he always had to give a name to his hometown. He had to say that he came from Jie Maoshan. There is no face left. ?

Even if your face is worthless, you can't throw it like this.

However, children are not too ugly, and dogs are not too poor...Forget it, just Jie Maoshan.

Mo Lei has a memory of being in this mountain, and it is not wrong to say that this is his home. Moli is not a human, his real body is a fish, in human terms, he should be a monster.

——Fortunately, his prototype is not a chicken, otherwise a chicken from Jie Maoshan must be a bald chicken. This must be named by other monsters, for fear of laughing at each other.

Later, Moli knew that he was thinking too much. Even if he was a piece of Jie Maoshan's feathers, no monsters would laugh at him, because there were no monsters at all within a radius of three hundred miles. He traveled all over Zhushan County and all the mountainous areas nearby. Although each mountain has countless legends, none of them have been confirmed. Moli has lived for so many years and has never seen a ghost, let alone a demon.

Very lonely.

Fortunately, I met a teacher later, a hermit who is knowledgeable and truly does not seek fame and fortune, and taught him many things and how to live in this world.

In the faint flames of the mountain temple, Qin Lu looked at the Moli, who was sitting upright and with hollow eyes, suddenly knew that his student was distracted again, so he shook his head helplessly.

Moli is smart, studious, talented, civil and military, humble and polite, but there is only one problem...

Mr. Qin, who recognizes himself as Huang Shengshou, doesn't understand why the ink carp is mildly paranoid. This child always thinks that he is a fish, a monster who has transformed into a human form after years of cultivation and absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Is it the wrong name?

Although this student is an orphan he picked up in a mountain torrent, the name given by his parents is not easy for outsiders to change easily, so Qin Lu picked up the word for his student early, and did not call him by name.

The carp, the fish, is also called Shizhi. He hopes that he will be free and leisurely throughout his life.

Qin Lu doesn't care about fame and wealth, and of course he doesn't ask his students to stand out and become famous all over the world.

The paranoia did not interfere with the normal life of Moli, but after Qin Lu worked hard and found that Moli could not be cured, he stopped taking care of it. After all, Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies is true and fantasy. It doesn't matter who the "self" is. It doesn't matter whether a butterfly or a fish is. The important thing is how to be a "self", how to be a person, to be a person who is worthy of the world.

Mr. Qin thinks that the ink carp is very qualified for the latter one, so he has not seen any minor problems.

Furthermore, Mo Li returned to God, he asked Qin Lu some questions about the prescription, and then he was about to leave.

"The wind and snow are so big, you can stay for one more day." Qin Lu stayed.

"Students have not yet gone to Lingquan, so they have to leave. Come and visit the teacher tomorrow."

"Oh."

Qin Lu's eyes are open.

Here again, my students have always felt that a living spring in the depths of Qi Mao Mountain is a home where fish have lived for many years.

In fact, there were no fish, shrimps, lizards, frogs, and insects in that spring. The spring water was crystal clear, and there was absolutely no vision of clouds and mists. Even if it was hard-coded, there would be no weird legends.

At the same time, Mo Li, who saw Qin Lu's expression, sighed in his heart.

It's here again, he thought. Since the teacher knew that he was a fish, he was very nervous, and he also took a lot of soups and medicines for himself, which was full of aura. Later, he told him not to tell outsiders about these things.

Every time it comes to these topics, Qin Lu is very unnatural. Mo Li learned from the book and the woodcutter Orion that humans are afraid of monsters, and nine of the ten stories are when monsters appear in their original form. The poor man fainted. Although Mr. Qin possesses martial arts and does not invade the cold and heat, the eighteen big men are not his opponents at the same time, but Qin Lu is 80 years old after all. How can a monster like Mo Li deliberately frighten him? Where's the old man?

"Go, then, if the snow doesn't stop tomorrow, help my teacher bring some wood to reinforce the mountain temple." Qin Lu calmly picked up the tea cup on the table.

Mo Lili said goodbye for several weeks and left with the medicine basket on his back.

***

Lingquan is not far from this mountain temple, it is in a hidden cave.

The cave is not closed, and there are large and small gaps on all sides. This is formed by the long-term erosion of the water. Now the cave is silvery white, and it is dazzling with ice sculptures and snow.

Moli walked in along the biggest gap, the slippery ice had no effect on him.

The cave is very deep, and it took him half a time for the incense to come to an end.

Moli put down the medicine basket, looked around, took off all the clothes on his body, and stacked them neatly in the medicine basket. In the reflection of the snow, the white skin covered by the long black hair exudes the moistness of jade, and the naked ankles directly touch the ice surface.

"Crack, click..."

Small cracks appear on the ice surface, the cracks are deep, showing the thickness of the ice layer.

Such thick ice shouldn’t break as soon as you step on it.

The ice layer quickly cracked and melted, and the clear spring water was below.

With the cracked ice layer, the black carp submerged into the water, and the fine ice and snow stirred up, covering the entire surface of the water. When they slowly dispersed, a black shadow appeared in the water.

"Slap."

A large black-scaled fish about an arm length jumped out of the water, flicked its tail, and fell into the water comfortably.