There are many mountains called Dongshan, one in Guiyang, one in Shandong, and one outside Jiankang.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, a young man named Xie an had a bad official career, so he lived in seclusion in Dongshan, Kuaiji. At the age of 41, he came to Jiankang (Jianye at that time) as an official again and lived on a mountain outside Jiankang City, and named this mountain Dongshan.

About 80 years ago, under his command, the Eastern Jin Dynasty won a decisive battle in which the few won the many. This battle not only temporarily stabilized the North-South pattern, but also stabilized his position in the imperial court. From then on, the power fell to the court and the opposition, from the official to the Prime Minister.

The idiom "Dongshan" is based on this allusion.

However, the connection between tianrujing and the east mountain is that his master tianruyue told him that he was picked up on the top of the east mountain.

Today, he was out of the city. He didn''t know where he was going or how long he had been. When he woke up again, he was already at the foot of the east mountain.

Is that the will of God? Come to where it started.

The rain poured on his head and face, and the water flowed down his cheek wave after wave. It seemed that he would never stop. But the sky was like a mirror, and he could not feel the cold. His thoughts were empty and confused, and his clear eyes were full of confusion.

He didn''t know what to do.

The master once told him that there was no other requirement for the use of divine objects. He only needed a pure mind and no distractions. The reason why he chose him as his successor was that he was pure minded and had no distractions. He had never thought about these before, but since today, when he found that he could no longer open the divine objects, he realized that his distractions were almost out of control.

The more he wants to focus, the less he can concentrate. It was as if all kinds of entanglements had frightened him and made him at a loss.

Master is a proud man. When he finds that he can no longer open the divine things, he passes them on to him and then kills himself quietly. But what should he do now?

The sky is like a mirror. It''s different from the sky is like a moon. He doesn''t feel ashamed of his failure, and he doesn''t have the idea of ending himself. He just... Doesn''t know what to do.

Is it time to find the successor? But where to look?

No one can guide him. No one can give him a correct demonstration, and tianru mirror is too young, even though the mind is very transparent, but lack of enough experience and calm.

After standing for a long time, he intuitively thought that he should do something, so he slowly raised his feet, walked up the mountain, and then started. After standing still for a long time, his legs felt numb, and his feet felt soft and tingling. The sky is like a mirror and falls down in the muddy water. The head, face and body are all covered with mud.

He lay on the ground for a while. Just slowly get up, dragging still some tingling feet, one foot deep, one foot shallow, walking towards the mountain.

Wind, at this time more and more big, dense white rain line was blown to the East and West, wave by wave, like an endless stream of waves. And in this weather, the purple figure climbing the mountain is askew, almost falling.

The soil under his feet was full of water, wet and muddy. Sometimes his feet, like a mirror, fell into the mud pit. Sometimes, when he stepped on it, he almost slipped. He stumbled to the hillside. There were several bruises on his face and body. Body fatigue and pain crisscross torture, the moment cold, the moment hot, but strange, was shrouded in the mist of the heart is gradually clear up.

Don''t think about anything, that''s it.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blindfolded rain. Look up.

Dongshan, which is not so high, has the illusion of being towering and strict under the influence of the night. On the mountain, there are lots of trees, and the dark pressure on the vision. The rain falls like a waterfall, covering the road ahead, but he only needs to move forward.

Move on.

With a sigh of relief, the sky continued to walk up the mountain like a mirror, slipping again and again, unable to make any effort, he grabbed the vegetation and rocks beside him. His whole body seemed to roll in the mud, and there were more scars on the scars. In the cold pain, his misty eyes gradually became sober and firm.

The wind and rain is like a whip, beating the cold and tired body. It seems that the whole person does not belong to himself. Every part of the body is fresh, but some part of the heart is clean and clear——

Chu Yu.

The constant concern of the front-line chop, suddenly gathered together, let him clearly feel.

His heart is disturbed because Chu Yu, the woman is too strange. She knows what he knows and she knows what he doesn''t know. He misses the way they sit at the same table together. She smiles and talks. There is a kind of intimacy that others don''t know. He doesn''t know what it is, but he knows that no one has ever left such a deep mark in his heart.

Even the sky is like the moon.

Slightly sweet, slightly bitter, will not carefully think of, will see do not know when lost god, he seems completely unlike himself, but it seems more like himself.

In the dark and stormy night, on the shadowy and muddy mountain, the young man''s sky is like a mirror, but his chest is fresh and clean, so shy and astringent, blooming slowly.

Just like the first drop of crystal dew on the newly opened petals.

Tired repeatedly backlog, the soul is unprecedented light, light as if to float out of the body, with the passage of time, the rain gradually weakened, to finally arrive at the top of the mountain, the rain finally stopped, the air is a clamor, also like fresh, the horizon is misty white.

On the top of the mountain, under the trees near the cliff, there is a one foot high round stone plate with 19 vertical and horizontal lines carved on the stone plate. The sky is like a mirror. When you lower down to touch the blurred lines, the grazed fingertips sting slightly.

He was stunned for a while. Suddenly he felt something and turned his head.

The sky suddenly brightened. The horizon clouds were inlaid with golden edges. The clouds were flowing and rolling, and gradually became reddish and golden. It was like the whole cloud was burned by fire. Suddenly, there seemed to be a big gap between the clouds. The golden sunlight came out from the gap, like a sword cutting the last twilight.

The next moment, a red sun, from the boiling sea of clouds, jump out!

The sky looks like a mirror, holding his breath. His heart also seems to jump out of the clouds and out of his chest with the sun.

The clouds gradually fade away, the sky is like a mirror, the intense heartbeat is also slowly calming down, the exhaustion of the night is washed clean by the newborn sun, the body is light from the inside to the outside, there is no redundant impurities.

The sky is like a mirror, the wrist is raised, the heart is as calm as water, and the faint blue light is shining again. Although there is a piece of Chu Yu in my heart, it can no longer disturb him.

After the thorough relaxation, the exhaustion and pain invade the sky like a mirror again. In front of his eyes, he falls to the ground in darkness. Before he loses consciousness, he hears a clear voice: "eh, how can someone take the lead?"