Green mountains and lofty men—at first sight, it was as if they had an appointment. A thousand peaks beyond the tower, before the brush had lost its point. White clouds arose within the mirror, bright moonlight fell before the steps. The great sun rose over the East Sea, and it was another day.
A black-clothed little girl wore a cotton cloth bundle slung across her shoulder, held a Green Bamboo Staff in one hand, and carried a Golden Flat Shoulder Pole on her shoulder. Her morning mountain-patrol assignment was finished, and she was heading out to roam the jianghu!
A few days ago, she had arranged a place, date, and time with the Qilong Alley Left Guardian. They were to meet at Gray Mist Mountain today and go to Huanghu Mountain together.
She raced down a small path behind Jise Peak, her two short little legs spinning like cartwheels.
The wind swept through the mountain forest. With a great sigh, heaven and earth exhaled. Bamboo leaves rustled, pine waves rolled, and all she heard was a stretch of heavenly music.
The longer the Right Guardian had followed the good person Mountain Lord home, the bolder she became by the day.
Now, not only did Little Millet patrol between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak twice each morning and evening, she occasionally made the trip to Gray Mist Mountain, and sometimes even traveled all the way to Huanghu Mountain.
Mainly because she had heard Jing Qing say that a petty county magistrate often went fishing at Huanghu Mountain. His name was Fu Hu, and he seemed to be the parent-official of Pingnan County. Somehow, he knew her own master.
Little Millet was not worried about Fu Hu's catch. She mainly felt that County Magistrate Fu, a mortal Master who had never cultivated