I was an alchemist in those years

The teahouse in the ancient alley gathers many people every afternoon. In this noisy and bustling city, this teahouse looks simple and far-reaching, and the people sitting in it are all highly respected metaphysics experts in their seventies and eighties.

They are used to coming here every day to listen to a story, a story about Qin Yanhui.

Qin Yanhui is a person who lives in legends, because that happened many years ago. If he is still alive, he is believed to be older than anyone here.

Qin Yanhui is a sorcerer, that is, a Taoist priest that people often say. His life is unimaginable. It is a legend that does not need embellishment. He has experienced things that no one can imagine. Some people say that the stories about him are fabricated. Yes, in fact, there is no such person as Qin Yan, because he is too mysterious and powerful, and many people are unwilling to believe that such a person exists.

But the old people in the teahouse who are highly accomplished in metaphysics don't think so. From them, they can always hear the magical and amazing bits and pieces about Qin Yanhui's life. Although they are all fragmented fragments, after all, people who have seen him have already seen him. Gone.

But I still like to listen. Every afternoon, I would sit in the corner of the teahouse by the window, order a cup of tea, and listen to any stories about Qin Yanhui from them. I was always the first one to come and the last one to leave, every day like this .

The old people inside are very strange, how can a young man in his 20s like me like to hear a story about a Taoist priest, because I want to write this story down.

Maybe only I can write everything about him.

I am Qin Yanhui!

Chapter 1 Sacrifice

I was born in a mountain village in western Sichuan. The names of the children in the mountains are simple and straightforward, such as Ergou, Shadan, Junniu, etc., but I have a name that is incompatible with them. My name is Qin Yanhui.

It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that my name was taken from a line in Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum".

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

The person who gave me this name was Qin Yishou. He really only had one hand. The other hand was said to have been cut off when he was clearing away the remnants of feudal superstition. Gradually, everyone got used to calling him Qin Yishou. As for his real name What is it called, no one in the mountains knows.

The soil in the mountains is fertile, and the seeds are sown in the spring. As long as the weather is good in the coming year, there will be a good harvest. The people in the mountains say that this is called natural nourishment. Perhaps because of this, no one in the village starved to death during the famine.

Planing food in the field is physical work, Qin Yishou is disabled and cannot eat this bowl of rice, but in this mountain village that respects labor, Qin Yishou's status is indeed higher than anyone else.

Because he is a physiognomist!

There are many simple and honest people in the mountains. In the mountains that are almost isolated from the world, faith has become an indispensable spiritual pillar for the people in the mountains. It is as big as weddings and funerals, as small as planting seeds and going to the market. Many mountain people are not far away. Li Shanlu came here specifically to ask Qin Yishou about good or bad luck.

As long as I can remember, the courtyard of my house is always full of people. It seems that everyone who walks into the room is worried, and when they come out, they become high-spirited, and when they go, they will leave behind all kinds of Things, eggs, rice, sorghum wine, and sometimes even meat. People in the mountains have no concept of money. In their eyes, these things are far more expensive than money, and they are regarded as rewards for Qin. These leftovers were raised.

Qin Yishou is my father, but I have never seen him smile at me. As for who my mother is, I asked him this question when I was very young, and I got a slap in return. I still remember that The decayed tooth was knocked out by him that time, so I never asked about my mother again.

Sometimes I even suspect that Qin Yishou is not my father. I am not even sure about his identity. He wipes his nose on his sleeve, never washes his face and mouth, drinks all day long, and hardly sees him sober. It is hard to imagine It is such a person who gave me such an artistic name.

Qin shows fortune-telling with one hand, and almost responds to every request. As long as you hold something in your hand, he will definitely know everything you want to say, but he has never shown me a picture. I remember one time I pestered him to give me After doing the math, what he got in exchange was still a slap in the face.

Until one night when Qin Yishou was drunk, he pointed at me who was catching grasshoppers in the yard and said in a daze.

"I'll show you the physiognomy, I'm not tired of living. Your bones are the rare bones of the sun, moon, dragon and tiger. You are left and right in the sky, starting from the upper half of your brow and ending at the Baihui artery at the hairline. It is obviously two jade pillars, and also the horn bone of the sun and the moon. When this bone grows up, it will be the emperor's character of entrepreneurship. Your destiny is determined by God. You were born in ancient times and you will be a generation of emperors."

Qin Yishou said that I have the appearance of an emperor, and I have the life of an emperor. Of course, I never believed what he said.

If I was really ordered by the emperor, I believe that no one would dare to hurt me or I would be punished by heaven, but Qin Yi cut off half of my finger.

Thinking about it later, if that incident hadn’t happened, maybe I would have been like Qin Yishou in my life, living in this mountain from sunrise to sunset, getting married and having children, going down to the ground to plan food, and finally living in the mountain forever. This is what the villagers say fate, I am no exception.

The cause of the matter starts with an incident when I was a child. Qin Yishou was an extremely withdrawn person, and he spoke very little. Since I can remember, I can count the things I have said to him, so I almost put everything in my heart. All the time was spent in Qin Yi's unknown library.

It was a secret room built by Qin Yishou at home. Inside it were densely packed with all kinds of ancient books, covering everything from astronomy to geography. I have always wondered why a bad old man like Qin Yishou There will be a house full of books, and as long as he walks into this secret room, Qin Yishou is like a different person, gentle and refined, refined and unpredictable.

In the remote mountains isolated from the world, I grew up slowly relying on these ancient books that were pushed like a mountain, and my life was barren and fulfilling. Qin Yishou didn't mind me reading his books, but the premise was that I had to wash my hands until I accidentally read them. Another secret of his was discovered in the book, and there is a small library hidden behind the secret room.

The books inside are completely unknown to me before, and almost contain the essence of the five Taoist arts. The strange thing is, I seem to have read these books with rare and profound words, and I can almost see them without a glance. forget.

I seem to have some extraordinary talents in Taoism. Qin Yishou's collection of books seems to be deliberately concealed, and I read them before I knew it and mastered them. When I was doing fortune-telling, I sat on the threshold next to it. At first I was able to calculate exactly the same as Qin Yishou, but as time went by, I found that my calculations were far more accurate than Qin Yishou.

But Qin Yishou didn't know all this. I thought that my hard work and talent would be praised by Qin Yishou, even if he smiled at me, but one day Qin Yishou came home suddenly and found me in the library. After the book, his temperament changed drastically.

"Have you read all these books?" Qin asked angrily, holding my collar in one hand.

I nodded blankly, not knowing why he was so furious.

I still remember Qin Yishou's gaze, full of fear and panic, dragged me out of the house, and on the wheat grinding stone, picked up the sickle and cut it without thinking.

The heart-piercing pain made me roll all over the floor, and my head was full of bean-sized cold sweat. When I looked up, I saw that the half of my ring finger was left on the stone mill, and the sweat gushed out from the severed finger. Blood soaked half of my clothes.

Without even looking at me, Qin Yishou took out a crumpled five-yuan note from his trouser pocket and threw it in front of me, saying only one word.

"roll!"

How I left home and how I got out of the mountains, I don’t remember these things now, I just remember that I didn’t look back, I didn’t even cry, I didn’t even ask for five yuan on the ground, with an almost stubborn attitude Resentment clutched Duan and pointed to go out of the mountain.

I firmly believe that Qin's knife cut off not only my fingers, but also the father-son relationship between me and him.

However, I seem to believe what Qin Yishou said, maybe I was really ordered by the emperor, the severed finger that was bleeding profusely was not infected, and I survived.

That year, I was 21 years old!