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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1
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Book 1 - Chapter 1: Winds of Tien Nhan Mountain
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Translator: Old Man Fishing
The afternoon dimmed to the west tinged red sky. Somewhere out loud birds call each other about the nest. In the midst of the mountains, the dewdrop, dusk of a dark valley.
On a mountain, there is a kitchen smoke hovering, in the dim light, in a dormitory where a small shadow appears.
Teacher, come to lunch now .. "
A ten-year-old teenager ran over the yard, his body covered with an oversized ash color suit, and two tall cassocks were holding a white rice.
Through the threshold, the teenager went into a large hall was somewhat shabby, above the door scene three big words written in the ancient way has been patchy over time: Huyen Nguyen Quan
Inside the room came out an old man, thin face, long bearded, grayish-white hair.
"Teacher, invite people to eat rice, disciples cook very good home."
The teenager with a cheerful face, the goddess reveals a bit stubborn.
The long-time gentleman moved, his eyes wide open laughing, his mouth haha said:
"It is not important, delicious or delicious rice soup with Master is not important, only the cooked rice is every day Master can not lack."
The teenager called Little Xie, heard his face so cheerfully, he took from his body two bowls, filled with rice, from the side draw two pairs of wand. Teacher sitting two people eat on the floor, the rice flavor slowly spread.
At first glimpse eating devastated, teacher put bowl down, smiling said:
"Ordinary people, grain is to maintain life, for our cultivators, in addition to cereals can also eat the wind, drink frosts.I must know cereal-a, Xiao Xie, why can not slowly to eat, to choke chokes again. "
Teacher ate very little, saying that eating rice together with teacher is not the same person sitting talking. This with Minnie was a habit, he smiled a few hours, licked his lips to bring rice seeds under the chin to put his mouth to munch, and add a piece of rice to his mouth, Minor tilt his head, pot:
"Master, the ancients said: The brave are brave and brave, the brains are wise, the disciples should eat a lot of rice.The Taoist heard this for a moment, his long beard, and he laughed and scolded, "You rotten one, you are good at distorting yourself," he said. Immediately, his voice was distant: "The ancients also said: spirit because swallowing gas that live. Sometimes people do not eat, the new religion has a hope. "" Teacher, probably the disciples still eat meat as well, to be a valiant valiant telling. " Do not know whether the mind stirring, the Taoist did not notice Little Xiao, quietly subordinate: "Minnie, bring my lotus here, and soybeans meal before the old Lo donate. Xiao Yat responds with an hour, letting the rice bowl down, running out, just for a moment, he is as fast as a smoke runs back, in his hand still holding a lake of wine dexterity. a good ceramic jar. "Good, good, give me a platter, salt soya beans down there." The Taoists received the wine, tilted their heads, breathed their breath away. taste, hold On a wooden pot wok up into a pot and pick up a soybean paste into the mouth, smudge each other, beard under the chin that vibrate. The most eating while looking at the teacher can not help being silent laughing. Mostly eat rice with soy sauce roasted, a moment has run out of a bowl, he tossed a bowl, looked at the teacher still drink wine, said: Master, the old man drank a little bit. "" Oh, no, Master knows. "The Taoist replied, his mouth not stopping. One and a piece of rice, then asked: "Master, old gentleman he often said big man, in the end what is that?" "Haha. "The Taoist laughed a note, not knowing whether it was fermented, or because of the salty bean, his bearded, distant voice:" Heaven is not something. It may not be true .... "Maybe by the glaze, or mental confusion, after a cough, the old gentleman shook his head, eyes dreamy eyes away far away. , just in those dim eyes, where the sunset is covering a mountain. Is old-age morale is no longer quibble, emotional so also a bit heavier? When he was about to say something, the old man laughed miserably and said, "What is the last of the paths, the teacher who has spent the whole life of searching for seventy years, has not seen grace yet. Ha ha ... "Little Xiao was picking up the bowl of chopsticks, the smile that had receded, the thoughtful thought, said," Teacher, come back. He looked at the disciple from the thin but delicate, the old man in the heart excited, but listen to those words, he quarreled, laughed: "Your rotten master,

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