"This is the Jade Spirit True Secret, the cultivation technique of the Zhenqi stage. These three bottles of elixirs are the elixirs that you take every time you reach a higher level during your Zhenqi stage of practice. Remember, don't rush forward in your practice, and you must not be in a hurry!" Yuwen Zhouyuan
road.
"Yes, the disciple must obey the master's orders carefully." Yuan Zhengang said.
"Come, now I will explain to you the key points of practicing this Jade Spirit True Technique..." Yuwen Zhouyuan continued.
Then he began to teach Yuan Zhengang how to meditate and practice Qi.
After Yuan Zhen had just mastered the essentials of meditating and practicing Qi, Crooked-eyed Song Zihong came up with an axe, rope, sickle and other things, followed by several farmers, carrying a lot of green bamboo, straw and the like. It turned out that Crooked-eyed Song Zihong was also a
Being a lazy guy, he didn't want to cut bamboo and build a house by himself, so he took out a few taels of silver and hired someone to help them build a house.
These people came to the platform, and under the joint command of Yu Wen Zhouyuan and Crooked Eye Song Zihong, they built three bamboo huts and put three bamboo beds inside in a short time.
So the three of them settled down on the mountain.
Two days later, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his eyes and said to Yuan Zhengang and Song Zihong: "You two stay here for a while, let me go and see how the monsters in Beiyin County are doing?"
"Master, those enemies must be left to the disciples. The disciples must kill them with their own hands to avenge their grandfather and fellow villagers!" Yuan Zhengang said to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Master, I can promise you this. I will go back to Beiyin County to take a look at the situation. If you want to take revenge, you have to practice hard!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Yes! This disciple will definitely practice well!" Yuan Zhengang said.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan had to deal with the crooked-eyed Song Zihong alone again. Song Zihong was tired of living outside and asked to go back to his hometown as an excuse. In desperation, Yu Wen Zhouyuan had no choice but to take him on the road with him.
Three days later, the two of them arrived outside Beiyin County. They saw several notices beside the city gate from a distance, and the crooked-eyed Song Zihong walked over.
However, the boy came back angrily after a while, holding a paper in his hand.
He slammed the article on the list to the ground and yelled: "I'm so angry. I'm so angry. Zhengang is worth five hundred taels of silver. Mr. Yuwen is also worth a hundred taels. He's a ****, but I'm worth it."
Two taels, he ****, those bastards are so damn ignorant, I should be worth at least five taels!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan hurriedly picked up the list, and saw that there were pictures of himself, Yuan Zhengang, and Song Zihong with crooked eyes on it. They were not very clear anymore. It was obvious that a long time had passed.
Looking down carefully, he saw clearly that he had become a wanted criminal in the whole province. He was charged with poisoning and killing 589 people in Dongliukouzi. Yuwen Zhouyuan and Crooked Eye Song Zihong were accomplices, and each had a reward of 500 taels.
, one hundred taels and two taels came to arrest three people.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled calmly after reading it, raised his hand and pointed at the notice, which turned it into ashes.
"Don't take this seriously. This person in the government must have colluded with the murderer! It seems that if we want to find out the clues, we have to start with this person in the government." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Master Yuwen, I, Song Zihong, listen to you!" Song Zihong said knowingly from the side.
"Okay, let's go into the city. Remember to put this on." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, taking out something from his storage bag and handing it to Song Zihong, and then walked forward.
Song Zihong took it and saw that it was an exquisite mask, and put it on his face without thinking.
This mask was given to Yuwen Zhouyuan by Wen Zhengming. Yuwen Zhouyuan did not expect that his dignified Zhenyuan monk would actually use a mask used by ordinary people. If other people knew about it, I don't know what they would say.
As soon as the two entered the city, they saw a group of people surrounding the archway in front of them, pointing at a notice.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes.
Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes, pulled his big head and said loudly: "I'll go take a look!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said: "It's best if you come forward and take a look. Anyway, it's only worth two taels of silver, and no one will notice you!"
"Hey, Mr. Yuwen, please don't mention this matter again. If you mention it again, I will worry about you. The government and his grandmother are making fun of me, and you are here to laugh at me. Who have I provoked?" Song Zihong with crooked eyes was so angry.
He rolled his eyes and said.
Yuwen Zhouyuan laughed and stopped laughing at Song Zihong with crooked eyes. Song Zihong with crooked eyes turned his head and walked forward, pushing through the crowd to read the list.
After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything - all the characters on it knew him, but he didn't recognize them.
But Song Zihong had his own way. He pulled over a man who looked like a scholar, pointed at the article on the list and said: "Boy, read it to me, he ***, what's written on it, I haven't read it for a long time.
This thing is really a bit strange!"
The scholar was angry and happy, thinking that if you don't know how to read, just say you don't know how to read. He also made up an excuse of "I forgot", and your attitude was so arrogant!
The scholar originally wanted not to read to the crooked-eyed Song Zihong, but when he turned around and saw that the crooked-eyed Song Zihong had a strong back, a sinister face, and a fierce look in his eyes, he suddenly softened and immediately started to read to him tremblingly.
It turned out that this was an article about Chen Laifu, the richest man in Beiyin City, who was out. The main idea of the article was that six months ago, his only daughter contracted a strange disease. She was depressed all day long and had no thoughts about food and food. It had been particularly serious in the past three months, and she had been sick every day.
She was unconscious and couldn't be cured by countless doctors. She was about to be sold out. Chen Yuanwai published this article to look for an expert who could cure this strange disease. If he could save the life of the only woman, he would give half of his family wealth.
Compensate each other.
After hearing this, the crooked-eyed Song Zihong's eyes immediately shone. Half of the family's wealth was not a small amount. This Master Yuwen was a cultivator of immortality. He could not easily cure a mortal's disease.
Haha, people who cultivate immortality don’t love money, and Yuan Zhengang doesn’t like money either. If I ask Mr. Yuwen to help me cure it, wouldn’t the money be an advantage to me? Haha, old man Wuxu said that I can make a fortune by following Yuan Zhengang. This
It won’t come true immediately!
Thinking of this, he let go of the scholar, walked forward in three or two steps, stretched out his hand and took down the article on the list.
The family generals who were guarding the list could see clearly, and when they saw the crooked-eyed Song Zihong reading the list, they immediately gathered around him. At the head of the group, a short, fat family member saluted the crooked-eyed Song Zihong, and said respectfully: "Sir, you can really cure my lady."
disease?"
"Isn't that nonsense? Why are you writing this article if you can't tell me!" Song Zihong with crooked eyes said confidently.
"However, there are already many authors who have come into our house but are unable to do anything about Miss's illness. Therefore, sir, if you are not completely sure, please post this article back first, lest we have to write it again.
One piece!" The general clearly looked down upon Crooked Eye Song Zihong. Although his attitude was respectful, his words already showed his distrust of Crooked Eye Song Zihong, thinking that he was just like the others in the past. He was just a fool.
"How can I do that? If I post it back, what if someone else takes away half of the family property? You old man is really wordy. Why do you look down on me and think I'm not good? Haha, it doesn't matter if you look down on me. I still have it.
Backer, hey, Mr. Yuwen, come here quickly, we are rich, there is a fortune of tens of thousands of dollars here!" The crooked-eyed Song Zihong took the notice and jumped to shout.
The generals grinned, thinking that this guy could treat people's illnesses. It would be hard for others to believe that he was a veterinarian.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and Song Zihong couldn't help but walked over when they saw Crooked Eyes Song Zihong jumping up and down in the crowd and looking very happy.
Crooked-eyed Song Zihong saw Yuwen Zhouyuan coming, grabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan, thrust the list of articles into Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, and said: "Master Yuwen, I found a business for you, haha, the reward is quite big this time.
, half of the wealth of the richest man in Beiyin, please don’t take advantage of others, give me a crooked look at Song Zihong, I will cook for you and your apprentice these days, and it’s not easy to do laundry and carry water! "
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a look at the list of papers given to him by Song Zihong with crooked eyes, laughed, waved to the generals, and said: "Where is the gate of your house, please lead the way for me!"
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan spoke, a convincing power was naturally revealed. The hometown general couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He couldn't think of this person as a swindler, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately
He respectfully led Yu Wen and Zhou Yuan to the Chen Mansion in the city.
Several people crossed the street and soon came to the door of a magnificent manor.
The red lacquer door of the manor was tightly closed, leaving only a small door next to it for people to enter and exit. It was obvious that the owner of the manor was worried about the condition of his only daughter and was not in the mood to entertain guests, causing this magnificent family to become increasingly desolate.
The elder will introduce the two of them into the living room of the mansion. After serving fruit and refreshments, he will apologize and say that he is going to report to the master.
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded slightly and motioned for the general to go in and report.
The general immediately rushed in.
Yu Wenzhouyuan sat on the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating. Song Zihong ignored his crooked eyes. Seeing the meticulousness of the pastries and the bright colors of the fruits, he couldn't help but have a great appetite. He grabbed a pastry with one hand and an apple with the other, and opened his mouth "Crackling."
He chewed it hard.
When there were footsteps outside the living room and an old man with a white beard wearing a military turban walked in, Song Zihong with crooked eyes was eating half of a pastry. Seeing someone coming in, he felt a little rude and hurriedly threw away the other half of the pastry.
He stuffed it into his mouth, and then swallowed it hard into his stomach, but the pastry was dry. The crooked-eyed Song Zihong ate so quickly that he choked in his throat, and his face turned red immediately from holding it in.
At this time, the old man was greeting the two people politely. Yuwen Zhouyuan stood up and returned the greeting to the old man. However, Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes, was so suppressed that his face turned red and he couldn't say a word. He finally waited until everyone sat down again.
He quickly picked up the tea on the table and drank it down.
At this time, Chen Yuanwai had already learned the name of Song Zihong with crooked eyes from Yuwen Zhouyuan. Looking at Song Zihong with crooked eyes, he couldn't help but think to himself: What a pity for such an elegant name!
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan asked Member Chen: "I wonder how your daughter got this strange disease, and what medicinal stones do you usually use?"
After listening to this, Mr. Chen let out a long sigh, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help but shed tears. After a while, he said: "To be honest, I only get a girl when I am fifty. I usually hold it in my hand to avoid being scared, and keep it in my mouth."
My fear has subsided, and I am like the apple of my eye. I have never had any serious illness in the past 16 years. My daughter is also well-behaved. When she grows up, she never leaves the house or steps forward. But I don’t know what happened this year.
Suddenly he fell ill. At first he was quite clear-headed, but then his mind became more and more blurred. At the age of three months, he was even comatose in bed. He couldn't afford to fall ill. He usually went to see many doctors.
How many experts have exhausted their medicines and stones and done all the rituals but still no results, so they have no choice but to ask an expert to heal their little girl!"