Searching for clouds

Chapter 1: Manly

[Except for the name of the fairy mountain contained in the article, it is all fictitious, so don't spray it if you pay attention to the party. 】

Chen Guomeng family, a century-old family.

For a hundred years, they all surrendered to the Chen dynasty, favored by the sage, and there are countless officials and latter.In the current generation, Meng Jue, who is known as a young genius, was worshiped as the emperor's teacher by the sage, and taught the emperor for decades.

Meng Jue had a son in his middle age, and he had great hopes.The Holy One was overjoyed, and the emperor gave him the name Shen.

However, when expectations are too high, disappointments are even worse.Meng Chen showed a manic and playful spirit when he was young, and he was even more disobedient and aggressive when he was weak.How could the scholarly family of the Meng Mansion tolerate such a temperament, but Shen Shen refused to change after repeated admonitions, Meng Jue was furious, and vented his calmness in the cultivation of Minshan in the suburbs of Beijing.

Mount Min was bestowed by Emperor Chen a hundred years ago. The Meng family built a small lake and sky building on the mountain. The small building is on the top of the mountain. Perhaps the terrain is strange.

Meng Chen half leaned against the railing by the lake, looking at the endless horizon in front of him, feeling a little irritable.Living in the mountains for more than a year did not allow him to learn the slightest bit of calmness.I looked around boredly, and when I moved my ears, I heard the same twittering as usual.

Don't these young masters really feel bored?

Highlighting the foxtail in his mouth, he patted his sleeves, stood up and looked back.Sure enough, I saw a few idle young masters coming up with their shoulders crossed.

Although he used to love to play in the imperial capital, these people have always followed him.But no matter how ignorant he is of the world, he can't compare to these people's lack of vision.When all he said was nonsense?

"What are you doing here again?"

Several people ignored his impatience and chattered for a while, only then did Meng Chen realize that they had frequently seen the legendary divine bird at the bottom of the mountain these days, and they couldn't hold back today, so they went up the mountain and invited him to look for it together.

"God bird?" He sneered.

One of them, wearing gold and silver, said: "Young Master Meng, don't believe it, I really saw it with my own eyes, right here in Min Mountain."

After he finished speaking, several other people also followed suit and said yes.

Meng Chen thought for a while: "That is to say, you have been guarding here these few days?"

The crowd nodded.

Meng Chen said lightly: "It's really boring."

Although he said it was boring, he still had some expectations in his heart. After all, hearing what these people said came alive, it seemed to be true.

He lived in the mountains for a long time, doing some boring things all day long, and felt bored.

Immediately discussed it with a few people, and went to look for it after lunch.

But until dusk, he didn't see any shadow, and he was puzzled: "Did you find the wrong place?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Those few people are all young masters, and they are offering sacrifices all day long with delicate skin and tender flesh, wearing gold and silver.I searched for a long time without any results, and now I have already collapsed, and I just shouted not to look for it.

But Meng Chen was different, he had been trained in both civil and military skills when he was young, seeing the collapsed appearance of these people, his interest was swept away by more than half.A few urgings let them go back down the mountain.

After they left, Meng Chen still walked slowly in the woods, thinking about the divine bird just described, suddenly felt that he was dizzy from boredom.Laughing at himself, there is no bird with white light all over his body in this world. He shook his head and prepared to go back.

Xiaozhu's steward is a relative of the housekeeper of Meng's house. He worked in Hutian Xiaozhu in his early years. After Meng Chen came, he took charge of his meals.

After hastily eating dinner, I didn't want to read a book and just lay on the bed, thinking about what happened today.

His room is facing the lake, and the sparkling water can be seen from the window, exuding a peaceful atmosphere.After looking there for a long time, I felt a little tired, blinked my eyes, and suddenly felt a flash of light in front of my eyes.

His mind moved, he held his breath and looked at the lake, and sure enough there was a bird flying over it.

He got up immediately, hesitated for a moment, picked up the bow and arrow hanging obliquely on the table wall, and walked out quickly.

The bird was really glowing with white light, and it seemed to be looking for something, and it kept circling the lake.Meng Chen walked over quietly, and saw it fly to the woods at noon again.

Taking a light step, he hid behind a tree and raised his hand holding the bow and arrow.Watching the little bird flying motionless on a tree branch, he drew his bow intently.

To Meng Chen, shooting a bird is just a trivial matter, let alone when the bird is dumbfounded and motionless.With a bang, the arrow shot out, and the bird fell in response.

Meng Chen stepped forward, saw the white light flickering on its body, and saw the appearance of this bird which was different from ordinary birds, thinking that this is the divine bird.

He shot very accurately and did not hurt the heart or lungs, but there was blood oozing from the wing.Meng Chen bent down and picked it up in his hand, only to find that its eyes were still open, and tears kept coming out of it, staring at him blinking.

Meng Chen was startled, thinking that this fetish was really psychic, and suddenly felt a little pitiful, so he decided to take it back for treatment.

As soon as he entered the room, the little bird fluttered from his hand to the ground, Meng Chen then covered his eyes stimulated by the strong light, and when he opened it again, the bird was gone, and on the ground, there was a He is a handsome and immature boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man clutched his right arm, staring at him vigorously with a pair of big eyes, which were filled with tears but did not flow down.

Meng Chen frowned and looked at him, but what he was thinking about was the fairy tales in the miscellaneous books.

He never believed in gods and Buddhas, and he claimed that he had never done bad things. Naturally, he was not afraid of these things. He was just surprised, and his curiosity overflowed.After all, as a mortal, I have never seen a fairy.

No, he has no way of knowing whether this little bird is a fairy body or a monster.

The little bird stared at him aggrievedly, as if he knew that this was his enemy, and the next moment he spoke, his voice was crisp.

"It was you who hurt me. Mortals really don't have many good ones."

Meng Chen laughed when he heard what he said. This bird probably hasn't yet entered the world of mortals, and its heart may be very pure and immature.

"I hurt you." Meng Chen nodded.

The little bird got up from the ground and yelled at him: "You are so good-looking, you are a villain!"

Meng Chen was really good-looking, with a slender figure, sharp edges and corners on his face, handsome and charming.

He sat on the bed casually, and smiled slightly: "How can you not be a villain if you are good-looking?"

The little bird sniffed and cried sadly: "They are all villains, I will never go down the mountain again."

"Going down the mountain?" Meng Chen asked, "Which mountain are you from?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I won't tell you."

Meng Chen felt that he was fighting against a child right now, and Fue felt a little helpless. The person in front of him looked very pure, which gave him the illusion of being a villain.

I originally wanted to see the demeanor of the fetish, and I saw it today.

"Are you a divine bird?"

"Of course!" The little bird raised its head proudly.

"...Then if you don't treat the injury, the blood will run out." Meng Chen looked at his arm and spit out a sentence.

The little bird looked down, and then cried again: "Ah, I can't heal the wound, I can only let it heal."

Meng Chen sighed: "Is this how the gods are?"

The very puzzled and disbelieving tone made the little bird feel that the so-called dignity of the gods had been trampled on. He sat down on the ground again and whined: "It's okay if I don't know how to heal the wound. Anyway, there is the mountain master. And You, when I recover from my injury, I must let you, let you..."

Halfway through the speech, there was no more words, and the little bird lowered its head sullenly, not speaking.

Meng Chen was speechless: "You really look like a child."

"Hmph, when the mountain master finds out that you are bullying me, he will definitely not let you go!"

"The owner of which mountain?" Meng Chen wondered if he was talking about the legendary mountain god.

The little bird hummed: "Chongwu Mountain!"

Meng Chen rubbed these three words in his mouth, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly felt very familiar.Quickly got up from the bed, walked to the side desk to search for something.

The little bird sat on the ground blankly and watched his movements with doubts on his face.

Feeling that being a divine bird was ignored by mortals, he said unwillingly: "What are you looking for?"

Meng Chen ignored him, and after searching through several books, he found a book with a colorful skin.I took it out and flipped through it a few times, and my eyes settled on one of the pages.

Read lightly: "On the mountain of Chongwu, there is a bird, its shape is like a mallard, and it has one wing and one eye, and it can fly with each other. It is called Manman." It looks funny.

Can't help asking: "Is this Chongwu Mountain?"

The little bird grabbed the book, and with tens of thousands of years of experience in the mortal world, he understood the words and was amazed.

"Why does your book write about our mountain?"

Meng Chen asked another question: "Then you are Manman, that is to say... Lovebird."

The little bird nodded.

Meng Chen pulled out a smile: "It really doesn't look like it."

"What's your name?" Meng Chen asked.

"Jing Li."

"It's said in the book that lovebirds have only one wing and one eye, but it doesn't look like you. Could it be that the book is also false, and the legend is also false?"

Meng Chen squatted in front of Jing Li, looking at him carefully.But I saw his expression suddenly became sad, his eyes didn't know where to look, and his whole body was immersed in sadness.

Meng Chen was taken aback: "...what's wrong?"

Jing Li shook his head and sat obediently on the ground.Meng Chen said, "It's cold on the ground, you'd better stand up."

"No, I'm used to sitting on the ground."

"By the way, the Chongwu Mountain you mentioned just now is a fairy mountain? Then your mountain owner is not the mountain god of Chongwu Mountain?"

Jing Li glanced at him, and said with some displeasure: "Of course it's a fairy mountain, you mortals can't go there. Mountain God?"

He snorted, full of disgust: "How can the mountain god compare to our mountain lord. Our mountain lord is a god who has practiced for thousands of years, and even the Jade Emperor is honored when he sees it."

"So powerful?" Meng Chen sighed sincerely.

Meng Chen's tone made him seem to have a back-up, he said: "Of course, the mountain master is not only powerful, but also a very nice person, and he looks even better."

After thinking for a while, "Huh, it's prettier than you!"

Meng Chen was intrigued by Jing Li's childish words, looking at this beautiful and clean person, he really wondered what kind of place could raise a fairy like him.

Immediately smiled and said: "You mountain master is so powerful, why haven't you come to rescue you until now?"

Jing Li said sullenly: "The owner of the mountain must not know yet, when he knows, he will definitely teach you a good lesson!"

"Then I'll wait for him."

"Mortals are so annoying!"

Meng Chen was a little tired from squatting, so he just sat on the ground like Jing Li, and chatted with him, Jing Li talked about their Chongwu Mountain, and he felt very happy.

So he asked: "Why don't you draw the mountain master so that I can recognize him?"

"No!" Jing Li retorted: "It seems that you are not a good person, how can you pollute the mountain lord's immortal energy?"

Meng Chen wasn't angry either, thinking that this Chongwu Mountain Lord was so good, he really needed to meet him.So start coaxing.

"If you don't draw his appearance, I won't be able to see an enemy when I die."

Hearing that he was dead, Jing Li felt a little resentful, thinking he would not tell you.

"It is said that the gods are merciful and merciful, so are they planning to let me die with my eyes closed?"

Meng Chen said again: "Could it be that killing mortals is against the law of heaven?"

Jing Li roared: "How could I violate the rules of heaven? If you hadn't hurt me, I wouldn't want to kill you!"

"You really don't want my life like this." He sat leisurely in front of Jing Li, looking at him.

"Actually..." Jing Li whispered.

"Actually, I don't have to kill you, you don't look that annoying, but!" He raised his voice: "If you hurt me, you have to pay the price!"

Meng Chen said with a smile: "Of course I am willing to pay the price, but you gods must know how to take care of ordinary people." He got up, put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and turned around and said: "Draw, you can't do it."

Jing Li fried hair, "Who can't do it anymore, I don't have to worry about painting."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and thought about it.And Meng Chen's pen and ink moved accordingly, drawing the appearance of the Mountain Lord in Jing Li's heart stroke by stroke.

Meng Chen stared at the brush that moved out of thin air without blinking, and there was already a blurred outline on it.

It cannot be denied that Jing Li's paintings are really excellent, even the creases on the clothes and the black hair are clearly outlined.From the hair to the hem of the clothes, the thin and suitable lips were slightly pursed, and in a blink of an eye, only the eyes were left blank.

Just when the last brush was about to be touched, Jing Li suddenly opened his eyes, and the brush landed on the table.

A sense of loss flooded Meng Chen's heart, and when he turned his head, he saw Jing Li's mischievous laughter: "I told you not to let you see, I recovered, and now I have to go back."

As he said that, he turned into a little bird, walked around the room for a while, and said before leaving: "I will definitely come to you, big villain!"

Then disappear.