The city is covered with deep vegetation in spring, but in the entire northern part of Shihao Kingdom, it is almost impossible to see a prince and grandson taking a spring outing.
The three riders who were stopping and going all the way north, before they knew it, it was already summer.
On this day, we were on a ridge path at the border pass of Shihao Kingdom. The three horses stopped to rest. Zeng Ye was busy cooking, and Ma Duyi was dressing up in the mirror, humming a little tune, and was in a good mood. She held the small green-lacquered bronze mirror in her hand.
, it was a leaked magical weapon, a relatively rare Sunlight and Moonlight continuous arc mirror. She spent less than two taels of silver to bargain for it from the clumsy shopkeeper at the pawn shop, and left it at the fairy house.
At the ferry, according to the old monk Gui Jiang in charge of the palm eye, at least forty or fifty snow coins can be sold.
Chen Ping'an sat aside and looked through the account book. Under most of the names, a touch of ink had been lightly drawn. These were long-cherished wishes fulfilled. However, the last wishes of some ghosts and ghosts could only be put aside temporarily. Facts
Above, Chen Ping'an and both of them knew very well that those wishes would most likely become the long-cherished wishes of Buddhism, and it would be difficult to achieve them in this life, regardless of yin and yang. Some yin objects formed a knot in their hearts, and they were filled with grief and anger.
, unable to control himself, his anger soared, and he almost turned into a fierce ghost. He could only rely on the few pure heart charms posted in the palace of the hell king to maintain his remaining intelligence.
Ma Duyi, who is a "thrifty and diligent" family man, did not complain about this matter. Mr. Chen wrote the Qingxin Talisman again and again. When the spiritual energy was exhausted, he would replenish it, constantly consuming fairy money, and it was simply a bottomless pit.
Along the way, we encountered many defeated soldiers and horses from the Shihao Kingdom. They were scattered throughout the mountains and dense forests, becoming a group of rogue bandits who gathered and dispersed wildly and plundered grain and grass from the rear of Dali. Some of them were for support, and for the sake of their hearts.
That awe-inspiring righteousness had to be directed at the people of the local counties and counties of Shihao Country. At the end of last year, there were three consecutive heavy snowfalls, coupled with the war, the people's livelihood in the northern territory of Shihao Country was in decline, even though these soldiers and horses could only have three or four hundred riders at most.
What they wanted was only a small amount of food, but in the scattered barren counties along the border, every household was counting on that little food to last until the next harvest, but it still couldn't support the appetite of Shihao's soldiers, so they had no choice but to
Conflicts arise because of avoidance. One goes back and forth, one wants not to starve to death, the other lives for the sake of family and country. The conflicts become more and more intense.
Chen Pingan's three cavalry encountered a conflict that almost turned into a bloody fight. One of the young soldiers wearing broken armor almost slashed the shoulder of an emaciated old man with a knife. Chen Pingan broke into it and grabbed the knife.
Shihao Kingdom's standard saber, dozens of Shihao Kingdom's defeated troops swarmed in an instant. Chen Ping'an stamped his feet, causing the people to flip over. Chen Pingan threw back the saber in his hand and inserted it back into the scabbard of the young warrior. His whole body was struck by a huge
The strong impact caused him to stagger back.
Chen Ping'an didn't say anything after that, he just led the horse and stood on the street of the town, while the hungry soldiers silently exited the county town.
Chen Pingan and his three cavalrymen also left slowly.
Behind the scenes, the local people began to loudly curse the soldiers of the country, saying all kinds of unpleasant things, saying that they had no ability to defeat the barbarians of the Great Li. They bullied their own people, but each one was more powerful than the other. They should die on the battlefield and kill them all, so as not to cause trouble later.
Some people even suggested that they could tip off the Great Li cavalry in a nearby large county, and maybe get a bounty.
After the cavalry left the county town, the young warrior suddenly burst into tears.
An old military attache who looked like a school captain stopped his horse and shed tears. The entire cavalry team, which was sallow and thin and almost everyone was injured, also stopped, panicked and confused.
Chen Ping'an asked Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye to stay where they were and rode away slowly.
At its peak, this famous Laozi camp cavalry army on the border of Shihao Kingdom had more than 2,000 elite cavalry. Now it has less than 80 cavalry, and every one of them feels like they are facing a formidable enemy.
Chen Ping'an threw out a heavy bag and said in the increasingly proficient Shihao Mandarin: "Let's break up, take off your armor, take off your waistcoat, and use this money for travel expenses back home and settlement expenses."
The old military attache caught the bag and opened it. It was full of official gold ingots. The old man raised his head with confusion on his face.
Chen Ping'an said: "If you don't want to give up just like that, you can choose a few smart brothers to pretend to be merchants and go to those counties that have stabilized to buy food. Try to avoid Dali spies and scouts and buy less food each time.
, otherwise it will easily arouse the suspicion of the local officials. Now I believe you can’t tell who is yours.”
The old military attache asked: "That's it? Don't ask for anything else?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "You have no choice now. Since this is already the worst situation, why not give it a try. Furthermore, if I want to rely on your dozens of heads, I can go to the state and county officials who have surrendered to Da Li."
There is no need to go to such trouble to ask for merit and reward. Your warriors may not be able to see this, but as a pure martial artist of the Fourth Realm, you should be very clear about it."
The old military attache wanted to speak but stopped.
Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "That's all. I'm not a philanthropist, so don't take me for granted."
The old military attaché was so frustrated that he had no choice but to give up the idea that was really not very kind. After he generously put away the bag of life-saving gold ingots, he cupped his fists and thanked the thin man in the green cotton robe: "Sir, you are so righteous!"
Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return and left. As for the final decision made by the Shihao National Cavalry, he did not watch the young man's choice from beginning to end like the previous dog meat shop in the city.
The old military attache was a little embarrassed because he hadn't asked his name yet.
Ma Duyi saw Mr. Chen returning on horseback and joked: "I say that I am not a good-luck boy, but in fact?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Seeing through things without telling them is a good habit in life."
Just as Ma Duyi was about to say a few words to him, Chen Ping'an had already galloped away, so he and Zeng Ye had to follow in a hurry.
The horses' hooves of the three riders stepped lightly on the vast land of spring flowers.
At this moment, Ma Duyi put down the bronze mirror, turned to look at Chen Ping'an who had closed the account book, and asked: "Mr. Chen, can we return to Shujian Lake before autumn?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's almost okay."
Ma Duyi stretched out and accidentally bumped into the big bamboo box behind him. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold it. It was full of treasures bought at low prices from the last three cities. Even if it was wrapped in satin and padded with cotton,
I'm still worried about bumping into those particularly squeamish guys. According to the palm-eyed old ghost who lives in Fang Liuli Pavilion, these are mostly treasures that the rich and powerful in the world like. In troubled times, they are far inferior to real money and silver, but once you wait for peace,
In the prosperous times, even a small bird food jar like this could be worth two to three hundred taels of silver. If you meet a wealthy person who loves this, it is not difficult to double the price.
In fact, these objects can also be put into Mr. Chen's close possessions, but Ma Duyi likes to open the box and look through it every time he stops, just like the small bronze mirror that he can't put down. He picks it out to satisfy his eyes and asks for it.
Kuchi, she carried it on her own.
Zeng Ye is now a veritable monk in the Fourth Realm, while Ma Duyi has better understanding and qualifications, and is even more a Yinwu in the Fifth Realm.
But Zeng Ye is the better foundation for true cultivation. This is the importance of the bones.
One is never too slow, the other is never too fast. Now Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi are getting along more and more harmoniously, and they have some tacit understanding.
While eating, Chen Ping'an still chewed slowly as usual. Zeng Ye squatted aside, took a big mouthful of rice, and asked casually: "Mr. Chen, how is my fist pile doing?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's sparse."
Zeng Ye lamented. He originally thought that his six-step walk was very easy to do. Practice makes perfect, so he couldn't run away.
Ma Duyi added fuel to the fire and said: "You are not a martial arts material. Even a layman like me can see clearly that your boxing frame is empty and loose, and you have not entered the room at all. Zeng Ye, do you still think it's the same thing?"
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Chen Pingan comforted Zeng Ye: "Since martial arts is not your main business, it is enough to strengthen your body a little and help you stretch your muscles and bones. Otherwise, you will generate a pure true energy and collide with the spiritual energy of the Qi Mansion.
On the contrary, it is not beautiful.”
Zeng Ye said dullly: "Either you fail to learn anything, or you learn everything slowly. Mr. Chen, why are you in no hurry?"
Chen Ping'an was amused and said: "If being anxious is useful, I will be anxious with you too."
Ma Duyi was holding back his anger and was about to speak.
Chen Ping'an had already raised his hand, "Shut up, don't continue to have fun with Zeng Ye's practice. Also, it's weird that you can tell about the quality of Zeng Ye's boxing. It was a senior who made casual comments and borrowed it for you."
Is it used?"
Ma Duyi smiled and narrowed her eyes, saying nothing and acquiescing.
The three of them continued to move forward, walking along the border of Shihao Country.
Arriving at a fairy sect in the north called Falcon Mountain, the green hills are rolling, the scenery is beautiful, and the spiritual energy is quite abundant. The two monks, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye, felt relaxed and happy after entering the realm. They couldn't help but take a few more breaths.
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In many places with barren spiritual energy, people may never meet a monk in their lifetime. Even for this reason, merchants are bustling around seeking profit, and monks walking around the world will subconsciously avoid those places where spiritual energy is thin and almost non-existent. After all, cultivating Taoism,
There are too many things to pay attention to, and it takes time and effort, especially for monks in the lower five realms and immortals in the middle five realms below the earthly immortals. Spending precious time in a place with no spiritual energy for thousands of miles is itself a waste.
There were constant wars before, and the disaster reached the Shihao Mountains. Later, for some reason, many small hills gathered together, vaguely with Falcon Luoshan as the leader. Falcon Luoshan occupies a relatively large area, and previously it followed a single lineage of the Immortal Family.
, belongs to a mountain sect with a large family business and few people, so they divided many hills of Falcon Mountain and leased them to the lowest-ranking monk sects of Shihao Kingdom who came to seek refuge.
In just two years, Falcon Mountain has gained considerable momentum.
I heard that there are a lot of fairy shops opened here, which is also the reason for Chen Pingan's trip. Since he was passing by, he asked Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi to pick up dozens of miscellaneous spiritual weapons to see if they could sell them well.
The price and all the fairy money they got will belong to them. As for how to "divide the spoils" afterwards, Chen Ping'an doesn't care, leaving it to Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi to discuss it themselves. However, it is estimated that Zeng Ye will suffer a big loss no matter what, so Ma Duyi
With that shrewd calculation, none of the three Zeng Ye could be her match.
Chen Pingan thought that if he opened a shop and did business someday, Ma Duyi would be a good helper.
When he arrived at a hilltop outside the boundary of Falcon Mountain, Chen Pingan discovered that many refugees had gathered, and a market was well-built and bustling with people. Along the way, there were many places where ground was being broken and construction was in full swing. In addition to the relative
Young and strong men with strong muscles and bones, as well as many women and children who were able to walk into the Falcon Mountain alive, were all working hard. What surprised Chen Ping'an the most was that a Shihao Guowu Temple had been built. Although it was rough, it was as good as it should be.
There is no shortage of court etiquette. In addition, there are some monks who are building mountain-protecting formations and are also busy.
This is probably the earliest prototype of a fairy ferry or a mountain sect.
The two monks saw Chen Ping'an and the other three who were leading the horses. Facing these three unfamiliar faces, their eyes were a little wary. They secretly communicated with each other. Fellow monks gathered from all directions to scare the outsiders.
To be continued...