Peerless Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1: Sky Thunder Appreciation on the Top of Luozi Mountain

On the top of Luozi Mountain, the mountain wind is strong.On the top of the towering and steep mountain, Fan Yi stood quietly beside his second uncle with the gravel in his hand.

The sun, which was still shining brightly at noon, was now covered by layers of dark clouds, and there was a dull rumbling sound faintly from the end of the black clouds.

This is not the first time Fan Yi has seen such a scene.In fact, this is the eighth time in five years that he has been brought to watch thunder by his second uncle.The situation is the same every time, even if Fan Yi is not bored, he has lost most of his interest.

He didn't know what the situation of no rain and thunderstorms represented. Although it was spectacular, it was indeed a bit boring.

It seems to have heard Fan Yi's slander, perhaps to express dissatisfaction.The dark clouds in the distance became denser and denser, and the dull rumbling sounded into the ears of the two of them one after another.Not long after, a purple lightning that was as thick as a pillar of heaven descended from the sky, as if it wanted to split the sky and the earth, and with endless momentum, it fell straight to the earth!

It took a long time before the deafening roar from that bolt of lightning came over.Even though Fan Yi was well prepared, he was still startled by the sound and swayed suddenly, almost being blown into the abyss beside him by the wind.

Stabilizing his body, Fan Yi couldn't help but his expression changed, and he said to the second uncle who had been silent in front of him: "Why does the first lightning bolt this time seem to be much bigger than last time? I guess the area to the east should be affected again." gone."

With his hands behind his back, the middle-aged man called Second Uncle by Fan Yi never left the direction where the lightning disappeared. After a long silence, he turned around suddenly, with a smile on his face, and said to Fan Yi: " Boy, let's make another bet this time, the bet is the same as last time, let you talk first."

"Bet again? Don't bet. I lost each of the previous seven times. This time I admit defeat. After the thunderstorm, I'll go down the mountain to get you a drink, okay?" Hearing that the second uncle wanted to bet with himself again, Fan Yi hurriedly waved his hands, and said cautiously with a mournful face.

There have been seven lightning strikes in the past five years. From the first time, the second uncle wanted to bet with him on how many times the lightning would strike.Fan Yi would lose every time.

Fan Yi never thought that the lightning was regular, he could only guess wildly, but every time the second uncle said to strike a few times, the lightning would stop abruptly after a few strikes, just like the one he raised Like a baby bunny, how dare Fan Yi bet with him?

But Fan Yi didn't dare not to bet with him, so he could only admit defeat.

"Three times!" It's useless to admit defeat, Fan Yi raised his eyes and saw the expression of the second uncle, his body trembled again, his face became stiff, he gritted his teeth hard, and squeezed out two words.

"Twice." Immediately after Fan Yi's words, Second Uncle spoke two words lightly, smiled kindly at him, and turned around again.

After hearing the second uncle's words, Fan Yi wiped the gravel from Qinggangyan on his hands, and walked towards the stone wall beside him.

Second Uncle's judgment was never wrong, and this time he will definitely not be wrong either. Since he was forced to gamble by his despicable despicableness, Fan Yi could only accept his fate to fulfill the bet - make ten statues of Second Uncle with his hands.

What a strange old fellow!
Violently, he chopped off a stone that was head taller than himself from the stone wall. Fan Yi looked back and found that his second uncle was still quietly looking at the far east, with his thin lips tightly pursed, his long His hair fluttered with the mountain wind, and his sleeves flew up from time to time to cover his slender hands.It really has the kind of fairy style that the storytellers in the teahouse at the foot of the mountain said.

Fan Yi didn't make a statue for his second uncle only after betting against Lei seven times. In fact, he would often be "bet" by, and every time the result was correct, he would lose.

The losing bet is naturally the statue of the second uncle and a pot of old wine from the cellar down the mountain.

The big pit on the mountainside of Luozi Mountain was already filled with statues with the same face but different shapes, all of which were life-sized, all made by Fan Yi.

Fan Yi's hands had been polished in stone since he was a child, but even Fan Yi was surprised that his hands were still as white and tender as a baby's hands, without any calluses.

Luozishan is mostly Qinggangyan, Qinggangyan is called "Stone Essence" for no other reason. This kind of stone is too hard, comparable to gold and iron. Many blacksmiths even hope to use a piece of Qinggangyan to make a hammer.

Fan Yi has lived on this mountain since he was a child, and his scope of activities has never been outside the small town of Lijiaji. He naturally does not know that the stone he kneads like mud every day has such strange properties. .He only thought that the stones here were harder than the adobe used to build houses in the town.

Whenever he thinks that he can split boulders with his hands like the martial arts hero mentioned by the old storyteller, Fan Yi feels very excited, as if because of this, he can also fly over the wall like those people, kill a person in ten steps, and travel thousands of miles. Anonymous.

Even if the stone I split is softer, it is still a stone after all, isn't it?How could Fan Yi know that even the most stalwart guy in the martial arts world couldn't treat the rocks he was playing with every day like he did.

He would never have imagined what kind of identity his second uncle, whom he had always regarded as a reclusive master, would have!
The second uncle began to teach Fan Yi his own unique inner strength mentality when he was very young. As young as Fan Yi can remember, he can already insert his fingers into Qinggangyan.But until now, after 11 years, what Fan Yi is best at is still playing with rocks and running around.

Speed ​​is the only thing Fan Yi can bring to the table now, and the inner strength method has been practiced so far, and it seems that the biggest benefits to Fan Yi are only these two points.Nowadays, if someone says that Fan Yi runs as fast as a rabbit, it is definitely insulting Fan Yi.Because Fan Yi can run much faster than a rabbit now.In order to pursue the fun of hunting, Fan Yi often bullies the rabbit to play.

Sometimes he clearly saw the rabbit right in front of him, so he had to stamp his foot, and Fan Yi would only start after the rabbit had almost disappeared, but within twenty breaths, the rabbit would definitely be caught by his ears obediently.Sometimes, Fan Yi would deliberately turn around. The rabbit was running forward vigorously, but it didn't take long before it knocked down on Fan Yi's leg.

After all, Fan Yi is only a teenager, he can drink with his second uncle every day until he is drunk, but when he is alone, he will still show some youthful disposition.

Turning his head to look at his second uncle again, Fan Yi noticed that he seemed to be different from usual today, and his expression seemed a little too serious.

What kind of serious business can an old guy who is lazier than a rock, only knows how to squeeze himself, and let himself hunt for a living since he was a child?In Fan Yi's impression, in the more than ten years that he could have a clear memory, the total of the waking hours of the second uncle is estimated to be less than two years.

But today, the second uncle's expression is indeed different from usual.He muttered a few words in his heart, but Fan Yi didn't dare to say them. A pair of small hands quickly brushed over the stone, and stone chips kept falling down, and the top of the stone soon appeared in the shape of a human head.

The statue has to be checked and accepted in the end. If the old guy feels that he has damaged his image, he will not only have to make a new piece, but also have to pay him a jug of old wine as "image loss fee".

Fan Yi didn't know where the second uncle learned so many strange words, anyway, every time he said it like him, the people at the foot of the mountain would always look at him with strange eyes, as if he was talking crazy Same.

Not caring so much, Fan Yi focused all his attention on the statue.This is Fan Yi's greatest strength. No matter what he does, he will concentrate on doing it well with his best efforts.

It is precisely because of this that Fan Yi was able to make the statues so lifelike that they resembled each other in form and spirit.

To be honest, this was also forced by my second uncle.

A stone flew under Fan Yi's hands, and soon a rough human figure was revealed. Fan Yi took a step back with some satisfaction, patted the gravel on his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

Turning his head away, he wanted to let his second uncle appraise it, and get his approval for every step, so that the chance of reworking or even redoing in the end would be smaller.But when he turned his head away, he suddenly froze.

After just a stick of incense, the cloudy sky in the distance suddenly became clear again, and there was not a single cloud within ten thousand miles, not to mention the purple sky thunder that had a shocking effect on Fan Yi just now!
"You... lost?" In his heart he couldn't believe it, Fan Yi only thought that the second uncle was stunned by the thunder. He who had never lost a bet since childhood actually...lost!
"You didn't win either." Turning around after hearing this, the second uncle didn't look annoyed at all. Usually when Fan Yi confronted him, he would always find excuses to clean up Fan Yi, but today he turned out to be just Smiled, and then said such a sentence.

"Do you know how many times I've seen this kind of thunder?" Seeing that Fan Yi didn't react for a while, and stared blankly at himself with an unbelievable expression, the second uncle laughed in his heart, and sat until the beginning At that time, he ordered Fan Yi to sit on the stone bench, picked up the flagon from the stone table and poured a glass of wine, took a sip before asking.

"The eighth time, we have seen Lei eight times in five years." Awakened by the second uncle's question, Fan Yi wiped the gravel on his body, walked up to the second uncle, and wanted to reach out and knock him on the head. See if it's broken, but seeing his murderous eyes, Fan Yi honestly took his hand back.

Fan Yi has been afraid of his second uncle's eyes since he was a child.

"Wrong, that's the number of times you've seen it. This is my No. 30 thunder reward." I don't know whether it's emotion or something to think of.The second uncle looked much more depressed, and took a sip of wine dullly.

Thirty times in a hundred years, I guess those little guys should also retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"Oh." Hearing this number, Fan Yi was not shocked. First, he didn't know what those purple sky thunders represented. In addition, he lived with his second uncle since he was a child. Whether these things should belong to this world Fan Yi didn't know at all, the second uncle never taught him these things.

Now Fan Yi has always believed in such a truth: everything that exists is reasonable.

"I'm leaving." The two remained silent for a long time, and he didn't say such a word until the second uncle drank all the wine in the jug.

"Where are we going?" With a little excitement in his heart, Fan Yi asked hastily, not noticing that the second uncle said "I" instead of "we".

Looking up at Fan Yi, the second uncle put on that signature smile again: "The wine is gone, go get me a pot of wine."

(End of this chapter)