Chapter 388 The historical turning point of the extraordinary world
Shenzhou·Hongwu Seventh Year·Winter
Heavy snow has already fallen in the north, but it is still raining in the south.
Maybe there would be some snow occasionally, but it soon turned into rain. The thick clothes I was wearing were hit by the snow, and they were thick and heavy. The dampness and coldness were almost like needles drilling into my bones, and my boots
There was also snow cement all over the clothes, mixed in the socks, and it made me feel very uncomfortable when I walked.
The rain was pouring down, and it seemed like it would never stop.
Zhu Yuanzhang, the great emperor of Hongwu, changed Jiqing into Yingtianfu, also known as the capital. Being near Jiangnan means that it is not far from the capital of Ming Dynasty. The rain in Jiangnan is different from the rough north wind. It is as delicate as water lines and as sentimental as
The woman seemed to be covered in a layer of mist in the city and mountains.
As for winter, then it’s Hedong Lion’s Roar.
The group of people hurried on their way.
They were originally going to Yingtian Mansion to make the morning pilgrimage on New Year's Day next year, but they encountered such heavy rain on the way. They couldn't get to the village or shop, so they had to rush on. Finally, they saw a faintly ruined temple in front of them, and everyone felt that
I was so happy that I hurriedly ran over to take shelter from the rain.
The leader of this group of people was an old man with a rather refined manner.
Although he was caught in the rain, his demeanor was still calm and calm. It was a bit like the Dongpo layman's bamboo cane and mango shoes that beat the horse. Just looking at the messy traces left in the temple, a trace of sadness appeared on the old man's face, and he whispered with emotion:
"In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer..."
This is an article written by a great composer in the previous dynasty. When he saw this ruined temple, he couldn't help but miss the people.
At that time, the Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical, and the life of the Han people was worse than that of the troubled times.
Yangzhou City, which has been prosperous since ancient times, only has a population of 18 households after successive wars. You can imagine what a miserable situation those ordinary villages will be in. The temples of gods that were originally in villages and towns failed to protect them in the end.
He won the people who offered incense and worship every year.
Human relationships were separated, and the statues made of clay and stone were blown away by the rain and wind, leaving them in disrepair.
Thinking of this, his face became even more miserable.
When a man next to him heard this, his complexion changed slightly, he pulled the old man down and said:
"Father, be careful what you say, be careful what you say."
The elegant old man reacted, comforted his son, and said with a free and easy smile: "Don't worry, being a father is just something I feel in my heart. Besides, you know this place and I know it. I and I share life and death, and he won't be worried because of a few words."
Then blame me."
Liu Lian looked behind him. He was an old servant who had been with them for more than ten years. He was honest and sincere, and he was conscientious in dealing with people. It wasn't that bad.
Besides, my father did not talk about state affairs after returning to his hometown as an official. He was loyal to the Ming Dynasty. He thought that he would not be really angry now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the old man suddenly saw that there was another person in the ruined temple.
It was a man wearing a green shirt. At first glance, he seemed to be in his twenties. But if he looked carefully, he seemed to be in his thirties. His eyes were calm and his temperament was light. Liu Bowen was slightly shocked at first, but then he was delighted with his appearance.
Temperament, nodded politely, greeted with a smile:
"I didn't expect that there would be people taking shelter from the rain in this ruined temple. If you don't mind, sir, why don't we come here to keep warm together."
The man in green shirt thought for a moment, but didn't refuse. He stood up and came over.
After sitting down, the servant just added firewood to make soup. When he raised his eyes and glanced at the young man, he saw the latter looking over casually. However, the old servant only felt his hands and feet go numb, and a chill grew in his heart. He lowered his head suddenly and dared to
Go and pack your things.
Liu Bowen asked politely: "I don't know your name yet."
The man in green shirt was silent for a moment, shook his head and said:
"I have already forgotten the past, and I can't even remember it."
"Every time I fall asleep, I vaguely remember...it seems that many people call me Yuan."
"The world is vast, and this word and those voices in the dream are the last anchors I remember."
"Old sir, just call me that."
"deep……"
Liu Bowen praised: "Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, a good name."
Yuan said calmly: "You should not deserve these four words, but you, old gentleman, are a servant who hides it deeply. I have been walking in the rivers and lakes over the years, and there are few methods of gathering breath that can match this person. I don't know what is secretly going on."
What are you doing?"
The old servant's body stiffened.
He was persuaded by the personal guards of Emperor Hongwu to secretly join an undisclosed iron guard called Jinyiwei, which was responsible for supervising hundreds of officials. After Liu Bowen returned to his hometown after returning to his hometown in the fourth year of Hongwu, he had been keeping Liu Bowen's situation every step of the way.
Yue wrote to the imperial city.
I didn't expect that I would be betrayed by the people I met on the road.
Liu Bowen was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand this sentence at all, and just smiled casually:
"After all, he survived the battlefield back then, so he has some abilities."
He took a sip of hot water to warm himself up and suddenly smiled:
"Mr. Yuan is here specifically to wait for Liu?"
Liu Lian was startled, and the Jin Yiwei next to him was also stunned, subconsciously holding the knife.
The man in green shirt said: "Not bad."
"You are indeed very similar to him, very smart."
Liu Bowen was stunned for a moment and asked: "He?"
Yuan looked at him, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "I don't know why, but I always feel that you look familiar... I seemed to have met someone who looked very similar to you before, and I remember that I was very close to him.
.”
Liu Bowen frowned in confusion.
He didn't remember recognizing the young man in front of him.
Then I heard this young man say calmly:
"It's just that I have forgotten who he is, and I don't remember what he and I have experienced."
Liu Bowen was startled for a moment, looked at the young man with a calm expression, and sighed after a long while:
"Isn't this very painful?"
Scenes seemed to flash before the eyes of the man in green shirt. There were immature children, a young man playing the piano and laughing with flying eyebrows, and finally a gray-haired old man. But in the end, it turned into a picture of a man sleeping soundly with his belly exposed in the afternoon.
The child seemed to be reaching out to the child.
It's just that everything is like looking at flowers in a fog, unable to see clearly.
He frowned, shook his head, and said without any emotion:
"Because I have forgotten everything, so there is nothing that is painful or not."
"I don't remember him."
Liu Bowen looked at the young man in front of him. The latter said that he didn't remember, so it wasn't bitter. But even those experiences, emotions, and the people he valued had been forgotten. How could the word bitter be used to describe it? Is it bitter? Himself
If there is no feeling, how can one say the word "suffering"? Is it not suffering? If everything is forgotten, how can it be said that it is not suffering?
Even Liu Bowen didn't know how to describe such feelings. He finally sighed and said, "So, Mr. Yuan, why did you stop me?"
The young man said: "There is something in you that belongs to me."
Liu Bowen was stunned.
The young man's eyes swept across and he uttered a sentence.
"Fragments of the Essential Art of Taiping."
The expressions of several people present changed drastically.
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In the third year of Hongwu's reign, Liu Bowen received the title of earl of Chengzhen, and returned to his hometown directly in the second year.
In name, he returned to his hometown as an official. In fact, in that year, Liu Bowen obtained the forbidden book of dragon-slaying passed down by the legendary great sage Zhang Jiao in the late Han Dynasty. For the stability of the Ming Dynasty, and for the sake of China no longer being disturbed by war, Liu Bowen chose to return home.
To embark on a path destined to have no turning back.
He told his friends that he still could not forget the scene when China was almost cut off under the Yuan Dynasty.
Tears burst into tears.
The Han people were talking nonsense, but they were cursing the Han people at the top of the city.
After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, in order to reshape China, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang had to forcefully issue a decree and proposed in the "Edict to the Central Plains" to "restore China" and "recover the old China". He forcibly restored Chinese clothes, customs and customs, which cost a lot of money.
With the help of manpower and material resources, China's atmosphere was restored.
Finally, in Yangzhou and Suzhou on Jiangnan Road, the clothes of the Yuan Dynasty are no longer the same.
Liu Bowen was still frightened by the tragedy that year, so he was willing to take this path.
However, he understood that his Taoism could not support the dragon-slaying vein at all, so he took advantage of the pre-Qin Feng Shui method and relied on the general trend of the world to kill the dragon. For example, in Wuxi, he taught the local people how to make purple clay pots and ceramics, and harvested the dragon's veins.
To exchange the land for money is equivalent to cutting off the dragon's flesh and blood bit by bit.
However, when luck returned to the thousands of people, there were not many left.
Furthermore, digging a well at the throat of the dragon vein is equivalent to directly locking the throat and nailing the dragon to death.
In Lanzhou, they dug deep into Fulongping in Nanshan to cut off the source of the dragon veins. They also built four dragon stakes in Fulongping so that the dragon veins could no longer stand up. Soon they built Fulong Pavilion and Fulong Pavilion.
Dragon Pavilion suppresses the remaining souls of the dragon veins.
The attack is ruthless enough.
But even though he tried his best to disperse the backlash of Zhan Long, Liu Bowen still felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.
He did not hide his purpose, but said calmly: "In order to continue my Chinese lineage, even if my body and soul are scattered, and I will never recover, I will not hesitate."
The man in green shirt was thoughtful and said: "...I see."
"But it's still wrong."
Liu Bowen was stunned, even though he was a little unhappy in his heart, he coughed and asked with a smile:
"I did do things like killing the dragon veins and shortening my life, but it was also for me, China. I thought I was worthy of the world. What's wrong with me?"
Yuan glanced at him and said: "For China, indeed, but isn't it also for Ming Dynasty?"
Liu Bowen: “??!”
He suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp.
The man in green shirt said: "Most of the dragon veins you killed were from Jiangnan and the Central Plains, which competed with the Ming Dynasty for luck. This has indeed stabilized the rule, but it will inevitably affect the birth of outstanding people... However, after hundreds of years, if
The dragon veins born in the Central Plains and Jiangnan took advantage of the situation, and it was our Chinese lineage that finally stabilized."
"And now that you have cut off these dragon veins and the heroes are declining, if the Ming Dynasty dies one day and aliens come to kill from outside, won't China also be overturned?"
It is still the Hongwu period, and the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang wiped out foreign enemies and restored China.
How dare someone dare to say such words outside Yingtian Mansion.
For a moment, even Liu Bowen was stunned, and there were earth-shaking waves in his heart.
The Jin Yiwei immediately drew his sword.
However, the man in green shirt raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and pressed it back with a clang. The wind and rain outside became stronger. Yuan slowly stood up, threw the fragment of the Taiping Art back into Liu Bowen's arms, and looked at it in confusion.
Liu Bowen lost his mind and said:
"I will put this thing on you first, and I will pick it up later. Your luck has changed. You have killed too many dragons in China in the past three years. When I go to Beijing to see Zhu Yuanzhang this time, I will be impressed by his luck.
The impact will backfire, and death is certain, and medicine and stone are difficult to cure."
His voice paused and he said: "You said you are doing it for Yanhuang China, but how can you specialize in cutting the dragon veins of the Central Plains?"
"If you still have the courage and courage..."
The man in green shirt had turned around and walked into the wind and rain, and a calm voice fell from the rain.
Falling into Liu Bowen's ears, he was deafened and enlightened
"Why not kill the poisonous dragon outside the Northeast Pass too?!"
PS: Today's second update... 3,400 words.
Although these are obviously auxiliary foreshadowing chapters, I hope they can also be written in a somewhat interesting way.
I quite like this last scene~ Good night everyone, go to sleep~