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Therefore, he worked hard for housework, slid his clothes and diet, worked hard to deal with his muscles and bones, hungry his body, and did not complain about himself.

But since half a month ago, he dreamed of a scene every night, as if there was a mountain, which was very high, surrounded by clouds and mist. There was a high platform in it, and the bright moon was like water, draped on the Taoist, and it was distant and floating.

He was sitting under the Taoist, and the Taoist turned into a water mirror, and there was a happy family on it. One of the beautiful young women and a gentle man, with a young child, lived a very happy life.

Until later, the man fell ill one day and died soon after.

The woman eventually remarried others.

All kinds of scenes, like dew and lightning, change very quickly. Later, the child gradually grew up and clearly became his own appearance.

Occasionally, a dream is nothing, but it is like this for half a month, and the boy has to be confused.

Corresponding to all kinds of things, coupled with the recent indirect attacks between neighbors, I felt suspicious in my heart.

But he was calm and did not reveal it.

Today, as usual, after finishing the work in hand, I calmly entered the hall to ask my mother.

He was completely different before, and suddenly asked a question, Wang naturally couldn't hide it, and a strange color appeared between his eyebrows.

When Wang saw the boy, he was very calm and thought: After all, he was his species. Even if he grew up in an ordinary family, his temperament was not comparable to that of a rural child.

She said, "Since you heard any rumors, I might as well tell you that your surname was Zhou and your name was Yuanliang. Your distant ancestor Zhou Bin was also the prime minister of the Daxia Dynasty. For hundreds of years, your Zhou family was in decline. Until your Emperor Gaozu Zhou Qin, he became the county magistrate in Qingshui County, Guanzhong, and settled there. Your grandfather and father were also in Qingshui County. Your mother had difficulty giving birth when she gave birth to you. Later, I married your father Zhou Hongwen. Later, due to some accidents, my family had to move to Shuzhong. But when you were two years old, your father got sick and left. After he left, we were orphans and widows, and we had no support. We had to marry the Zhu family with you."

Wang's words are simple, and it falls into Zhou Yuanliang's ears. He is not reluctant to see the thunder of the sky. It turns out that everything he saw in his dream is real.

Of course, he didn't abandon the things that he had not succeeded, and Wang himself didn't say anything.

He only knew that although Wang was not born to him, it was rare to remarry him with him. This kind of kindness and grace of raising him is more important than Mount Tai.

At the same time, I also know that I am not a descendant of the Zhu family, and I don’t know how to deal with myself.

Wang could also feel the sadness and affection in his heart.

Even though he had the intention to abandon him at that time, he had long regarded the other party as his own after so many years.

Zhou Yuanliang retreated silently. The next day, he finally made a decision and said he wanted to go out for study.

Wang knew in his heart that he couldn't keep it, so he let him go.

Zhou Yuanliang left the Zhu family alone, feeling that the world was vast and there was no place to accommodate him.

He thought of that mountain, the Taoist on the mountain.

After all, he is a person with roots. I vaguely know in my heart that the Taoist might have a lot to do with his family.

He never forgets the book and carefully recalls the scene of the mountain, the plants and trees in the mountain, corresponding to the wasteland scriptures he had seen before, and found that the mountain was most likely Mount Wutai, which was originally called Taiyi Mountain.

But he was only twelve or thirteen years old. It was difficult and dangerous to go there.

He couldn't help but say in his heart: "It may not be there, how can we pass by thousands of mountains and rivers for a illusory dream."

Another voice in his heart said, "You have already broken your family and gone out, are you going back in shame? Are there any difficulties in the world? If you do it, it will be easy to be difficult; if you don't do it, it will be difficult to be easy."

He grew up in Shu, and of course he learned the story of the great scholar Peng Duanshu's "To Learn a Song to Show My Nephews".

That article said: There are two monks in Shu, one is poor and the other is rich.

The poor monk said to the rich monk, "I want to go to the South China Sea, how about it?" The rich monk said, "What do you rely on to go to the South China Sea?" The poor monk said, "I only need a bottle and a rice bowl." The rich monk said, "I have been wanting to hire a boat to go down the river for several years, but I haven't been able to go to the South China Sea yet, so what can you rely on to go to the South China Sea?" In the second year, the poor monk came back from the South China Sea and told the rich monk about this.

The border of Shu Kingdom is thousands of miles away from the South China Sea. The rich monk has not reached the South China Sea, but the poor monk has arrived. People are determined to study, but are they not as good as the poor monk on the border of Shu Kingdom?

Even if Zhou Yuanliang couldn't find the Taoist when he went there, he would have traveled all the way and traveled thousands of miles, and his knowledge would not be gained.

When he thought of this, he felt aroused his passion and could not help but break a branch and wrote in an open space in front:

My child is going to the township here,

If you don’t learn to be famous, you will not return it;

Why do you need to bury your bones?

Where is the green mountains in life?

Although it is an old work by his predecessors, it is in line with his current state of mind.

This matter was also widely praised in later generations. Until the future, Zhou Yuanliang was hailed as: a teacher who is a master of a hundred generations, and a law of the world with one word.

All start from today.

A few months later, Zhou Yuanliang arrived at Baishi Town near Mount Wutai.

At the foot of the mountain, it was extremely prosperous. He also found that every household was enshrined with a portrait of a Taoist priest, just like the Taoist priest I saw in my dream.

He already knew that there were gods living on this mountain. Some people called the gods - Taiyi Mountain, based on the ancient name of Mount Wutai, the gods - Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch.

Listening to the preacher of Taiyi Hunyuan, there are countless disciples who have gone out. This radius of hundreds of miles has been smooth and peaceful in the past decade.

The people around are simple and elegant, and they are worshipped like Buddhas from all families.

But a few months ago, a Xianji descended from Taiyi Mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there was only one road, which was a stone step. It is said that there were 18,000 levels, and only those who could walk up could listen.

The stone steps were also strange. Not one of the thousand people could go up the mountain from now on. Some martial arts masters or Qi practitioners did not believe in evil and used the method of moving and lightening their bodies. As a result, they fell down before reaching the top of the mountain.

In mild cases, the muscles and bones will be damaged, and in severe cases, the bones will be crushed.

After all, some people can pass it. When others ask, no one cherishes it. They just say: Those who have ambition will succeed.

Said it but it means not saying it.

On the next day, Zhou Yuanliang tried to climb the stone steps and walked to one tenth. He was in a daze, as if he had come to a battlefield. He was a soldier holding a big gun and fighting against the enemy.

He was extremely brave and had to fight first, with countless injuries and minor injuries. In the end, he survived. Time flies, and he also became a general. He supported the border town. In the end, he did not wait to be named a marquis, but he waited for a cup of poisoned wine given by the emperor.

I drank poisonous wine with my tiger tears in my mouth, and I was dizzy and actually reached the foot of the mountain again, sweating profusely.

When the cold wind blows, I will be smart.

At this time, the smoke and clouds were as stained as the soil at the foot of Taiyi Mountain. When the sunset fell, it immediately looked like clouds lying on the ground, which was very charming.

Zhou Yuanliang was not attracted by the scenery, but he couldn't move at all and lay on the grass.

He couldn't help but chant: "The grass spreads across the wilderness for six or seven miles, and the flute makes the evening breeze three or four times. When he returns, he eats a lot and then lie down at dusk. The little man is floating in the world."

Someone smiled brightly, but the pearls fell and jade broke, and the laughter was not as beautiful as it was.

Zhou Yuanliang looked in the sound, his long hair was loose, and he was casually placed on his shoulders, and his moon-white robe was spotless, his face was like a crown of jade, and he looked at the spirits.

None of the people he saw along the way was as elegant as this person.

He suddenly stood up, respectfully clasped his fists and said, "I don't know who you are?"

The man smiled and said:

"Sitting and lying and floating around, not teaching your eyes to understand the mysterious city;

Qiankun Xu Da has no name and evacuated a husband in the world."

His poetic feelings are elegant. He cannot do it unless he is a free and easy person.

He bowed again and said, "May I ask Gao Ming's surname?"

The man said, "You recognize me, and I chose the name. How can I not recognize it in front of me? I should hit it if I should hit it."

I don’t know where this white-clothed man took out a piece of jade Ruyi and knocked it on the back of his head three times. Then, he walked up the stone steps with his hands on his back.

Zhou Yuanliang was confused and suddenly realized that he was clearly the Taoist master Taiyi Hunyuan, the dream he saw.

But he was attracted by his style as soon as he saw the ancestor. Although Zhou Yuanliang was very talented and wise, he could not remember anything else at that time.

Wake up now, but I have missed it.

He regretted it in his heart, and suddenly thought: Isn’t this ancestor knocking down the mountain with another profound meaning?

People come to climb the stone steps in the mountain every day. Li Zhichang appeared just now, and many people recognized it, but they didn't dare to come forward to disturb him.

He pointed at Zhou Yuanliang and said, "This man is confused. He just now didn't recognize the ancestors, and he was beaten a few times."

Zhou Yuanliang calmed down when he heard these people pointing fingers.

The later the time, the fewer people left. In addition, the cold wind and dew of the night are heavy, everyone else has left and is waiting for tomorrow.

The moon rises from the east mountain, and it is unknowingly the third week.

Zhou Yuanliang saw that there was no one around. Although he was sleepy and hungry, he still forced himself to take a step towards the stone steps.

Previously, Taiyi’s ancestor knocked him three times with Yu Ruyi and walked up the stone steps, which clearly meant that he would try again after the third update.

He thought to himself that he had broken the mystery in the market and tried hard to try again.

This time I climbed up the stone steps, there was no illusion. I just seemed to have a huge weight on my legs. The more I got to the back, the less I couldn't take it. I just kept on with a perseverance.

When he reached the end of the last step, he was right in front of him, and suddenly his feet softened and he rolled down from above. He was shocked and rolled down all the way, without having time to feel the pain.

Finally, it seemed like it fell into a large ball of cotton, and I opened my eyes.

I only saw the pine slopes were cold and the bamboo paths were quiet.

There is a poem to prove it:

The moon is bright and the dew is cold, and the eight extremes are completely free of dust.
To be continued...