The mountains are towering and surrounded by mist, making the mountains and rivers look enormous. This legend begins to be in this endless mountain.

Halfway through the mountain, a young man in gray cloth was carrying a stack of dry firewood on his back and slowly walking down the rugged mountain road. While walking, he took out a book from his arms and looked it through, and gradually became fascinated by reading it.

The young man was named Liu Zhuo. At the age of nine, he lived in a small mountain village on the edge of the mountain. The Liu family has been craftsmen for generations and there are not many farmlands in the mountains. Liu Zhuo's father Liu Dazhi was the only blacksmith in the village, so he relied on creating some farm tools and kitchen knives for the villagers to live.

What made Liu Dazhi feel most proud was that he gave birth to a talented son like Liu Zhuo. Liu Zhuo has been recognized as a child in the mountain village since he was a child. He has been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child and has written very well.

Others are also particularly clever and would say some strange ideas from time to time, which surprised the adults. When he was eight years old, Liu Dazhi took his son to the town to take the children's exam. Liu Zhuo did not disappoint everyone, got the first place in the exam, and obtained the identity of a scholar.

A scholar is already an amazing person for the mountain people who have little knowledge. You don’t have to kneel down when you see a county magistrate. If you go up to the next level and become a juren in the future, and then go to the scientific examination to achieve fame, it will be a matter of glorious family and honor.

What's more, Liu Zhuo is still an eight-year-old scholar, which makes Liu Dazhi feel that he will never live in vain in his life, so he is a treasure to Liu Zhuo. Children in nearby villagers' homes have to herd cattle and feed chickens every day and do some farm work within their ability.

As for the Liu family, except for Liu Zhuo taking the initiative to ask for wood to chop, he didn't have to do anything. He had delicious food and drinks. He just had to study and write at home, and waited for the town's provincial examination in three months.

Liu Dazhi was full of confidence in his son. It was easier to yell at everyone that Liu Zhuo was a master of the exam than fart. This made Liu Zhuo very troubled because of this, his parents were urging him more and more strictly.

Liu Zhuo returned to the village with firewood on his back. On the way, he met his uncles and uncles in the village. He also greeted him politely one by one, and was praised again. The mountain people all regretted that there was no such good boy in their home.

The Liu family has three old tiled houses. It is actually rare to live in such a house on the hillside. This house is also the ancestral house passed down from generation to generation by the Liu family.

After Liu Zhuo arrived home, he piled firewood into the woodshed, washed his hands and entered the house. Liu Zhuo's mother Chen Yuzhu was preparing supper. Liu Zhuo casually said: "Mom, I'm back."

Chen Yuzhu put the cooked food on the table and said, "Zhuozi, why did you come back so late today? Mom is so worried. Next time, you will be at home to study and let your father go to the job of chopping wood."

Liu Dazhi, who was big and thick, sat at the table happily with a teapot and said, "Your mother is right, don't go up the mountain in the future. My son is a scholar, and it's a bit unreasonable to run to the mountain to chop wood."

Liu Zhuo picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat, and said with a wry smile: "Mom, I am tired from walking. I have forgotten the time when I read books while resting. Let me go to the work of chopping wood in the future."

Chen Yuzhu kept picking up food in her son's bowl, muttering: "I saw that the day of the provincial examination is coming, so you can't be careless. I'm saying that the mountains are not peaceful. If you go deeper, you can have wild animals. Zhuozi, you'd better not go."

"Mom, I'm not far away, and I can't even touch a hare. I'm talking about studying and studying, and I have to find a quiet place. The village is so noisy, so where can I study?" Liu Zhuo was afraid that the errand that he had finally won would be deprived of, so he gave the reason for studying and studying.

After saying this, Chen Yuzhu did not persist, but just kept instructing Liu Zhuo to be careful when chopping wood in the future.

Liu Dazhi put a few slices of meat from the dish into Liu Zhuo's bowl and smiled heartily: "Son, eat more and keep your body strong, and you're still afraid of a beast."

Liu Zhuo felt his parents’ concern for him. Although he felt bored, he couldn’t help but feel moved.

After finishing the food randomly, Liu Zhuo said he was full and ran back to his room.

Liu Zhuo's room was next to his parents. As soon as he entered the room, he closed the door and took out the book from his arms and looked it out.

This book was found in a stone cave in the mountains today. The cave was particularly deep and deep. At the deepest point was a stone chamber with only a jar of wine and a book.

I don’t know what was wrong with the wine jar, so he couldn’t open it, so he only brought back the booklet.

This book is also nameless and disorderly, but the handwriting inside is very messy. You can tell at a glance that it is written casually and there are many modifications.

Despite this, Liu Zhuo read it with relish because this book was written by a monk who practiced immortal skills, which was used to record some of his daily thoughts and also recalled the monk's own life.

At the same time, the book also talks about all kinds of magical magic. This monk has been determined to cultivate immortality since he was a child, hoping to stay young forever, live forever, and eventually become an immortal, and ascend to the immortal world.

However, even though Liu Zhuo finished reading the entire book, he only saw that when this monk was 280 years old, he had practiced the so-called "foundation stage" state, and there was no further information.

"Maybe the wish of this senior has not been realized, and he will die of old age in the end." Liu Zhuo collected the booklets, but suddenly felt like he was ready to move in his heart.

"Cultivate immortality! Youth will last forever and travel in the sky." Liu Zhuo muttered, and he began to yearn for such a scene in his heart.

In fact, Liu Zhuo knew very well that he was different from other children in the village.

Other children only started to remember things when they were three or four years old, but they remembered everything when they were born, talked in a month, walked in two months, and read the Four Books and Five Classics a year later. They could write poems and articles on the earthen wall with charcoal. In fact, at the age of three, he already had the talent of a scholar.

Such intelligence can no longer be described as unique talent.

As the saying goes, "If things are abnormal, they will become monsters." Sometimes he suspects that he is not a human at all. If he had not been cared for by his parents every day, Liu Zhuo would have suspected that he was a descendant of a monster.

Liu Zhuo often thought about it. He felt that there must be some secret in him, but he had lived in a small mountain village for nine years, but nothing thrilling happened.

Therefore, he was tired of such a depressed life. Although he had passed the exam for a scholar, and with his transcendent knowledge, he passed the exam for the Qin State, participated in the imperial examination, and finally entered the official career.

But Liu Zhuo was actually not interested in these things. The future path seemed to be destined. He hoped that his life would not be so rigid and could live in a colorful way.

"Immortality and practice magic is much more interesting than taking the scientific test." Liu Zhuo muttered in his heart.

Although Liu Zhuo had such an idea, he did not dare to implement it. He once heard from the old man in the village that there was a holy place for cultivating immortals called the Five Mountains Sect on the Wuzhi Peak three thousand miles away.

Every ten years, the immortals of the Five Mountains Sect will open the immortal gate and let the children of the Qin people come in for trials. As long as they are boys with immortality, they will be left behind, so as to worship immortals as their masters, practice the art of immortality, and then ascend to heaven in one step.

But this ten-year Immortal Gate opened just next year. If Liu Zhuo wanted to go, he would have to give up the opportunity to participate in the provincial examination. His parents might not agree to give up his bright future and pursue the illusory path of immortal cultivation.

Moreover, the village is thousands of miles away from Wuzhi Peak. Apart from going to the town to take the children's examination, Liu Zhuo has never taken a step forward in the mountains.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but sigh and muttered: "It's useless to think about it. I'll go to the stone room to see the wine jar tomorrow. Maybe I'll find anything else."

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Chapter completed!