The village is very beautiful, with more than a dozen private houses seemingly scattered under a large grassy slope. There are dozens of rows of grape trellises on the grassy slope. There is a small river not far away, and beside the river is a mill built with stones.
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The farmer's home is at the entrance of the village. The roof is covered with light gray grass. I don't know if it's because of the thick roof, but it looks a bit heavy. The walls are a very light earth gray, but the door is painted red.
The paint is made of berry juice mixed with tree sap, coupled with the green grass in front of the house and the blue fence, the whole thing looks particularly bright.
The furnishings in the house were ordinary, and Ning Que's eyes, which had been fed by the pastoral scenery, could finally rest for a while. The farmer warmly greeted them to sit down, explained that his wife and children were going to pick some wild fruits in the woods behind the mountains, and then brought them
After eating the dishes that his wife had prepared for him, which were far from sumptuous, he washed a basin of fruits and a handful of fresh wild vegetables by the well, and put the sauce bowl and wine jug on the table.
Ning Que was not polite, so he just dipped pickles and a bowl of pig's trotters, and started drinking wine. He was a good drinker, but his drinking capacity was very bad. Thinking that he would have to go on the road later, he drank two bowls.
Then he handed the wine bowl to Sangsang.
The more Sangsang drank, the brighter her eyes became. The farmer's home-brewed rice wine could not be stronger or more beautiful than Jiujiang double steamed wine, but as long as it was wine, it could make her happy. The farmer saw that this little girl in a maid uniform was so good at it.
After drinking, I immediately dreamed back to the time when I was blowing the trumpet company, and I was excited to start drinking with her.
Someone who can defeat Sangsang on the wine trail has never appeared before, and will never appear in the future. Ning Que can't do it, Long Qing can't do it, and the farmer can't do it. It didn't take long for his dark cheeks to turn red, and his words
The smell of alcohol became heavier and heavier, and his speech became a little unclear.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard, followed by rapid knocks and urgings.
Ning Que had been listening to the commotion for a long time, thinking that in the past, only the imperial envoys in the novels would just have a casual meal, and then meet the unsighted villains. Could it be that he was treated like this now?
He didn't know that Chao Xiaoshu had encountered intruders in the countryside of Dahe Kingdom. He also didn't understand that the status of Tianshu's guest minister, secret guard, honorary manager, and master's direct disciple was actually much higher than the so-called imperial envoy, but he always felt that
This thing made no sense, so I didn't move.
It was not his turn to move. The farmer listened to the noise coming from outside the yard, burped and stood up, motioning for Ning Que to sit down. He pushed the door open and started to quarrel with those who knocked on the door.
"What didn't I get out of the work? Last winter when the reservoir was built, who didn't know that I, Yang Erxi, contributed the most? I would also like to build a public school in the countryside, but the problem is that there is no reason for me to use the paint money."
"Yang Erxi, who asked you to pay for it? Who asked you to pay for it! You are just making excuses because you want to earn a few more taels of silver. Let me tell you, this is the price set by the county government!"
"Bah! The public school in our township is twice as big as other townships. How much more money does it cost? The price set by the county government is wrong. Do I have to lose money?"
"You are really outrageous! Don't rely on the fact that you are a retired veteran to prevent me from punishing you! Carefully, I will report it to the county government and let the county boss punish you!"
"I went to Mr. Jie Lv of the public school and asked, and there is no such thing in Tang Lv! I am a veteran, so I can reduce my work by half. You don't give me enough money. Don't even think about me taking action!"
"I'll fuck your grandma!"
"I'm going to fuck your grandma!"
"I'm going to fuck your grandma!"
"How dare you disrespect Taizu! I'm going to Chang'an City to file a complaint!"
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The quarrel was mixed with countless swear words, but it ended in boredom. The extremely angry Li Zheng outside the courtyard gate scolded Yang Erxi for countless generations, but he never broke in.
Yang Erxi cursed and returned to the house, waved to Ning Que and Sangsang and said, "Don't pay attention to these dirty things. The three of us will continue to drink. Wrong, this girl and I will continue to drink."
Listening to the quarrel, Ning Que probably guessed the reason for the conflict, and asked a few more questions casually. Yang Erxi explained: "Since it is a recruitment, at least enough money must be given, otherwise I will be too lazy to go. My own pigs
The circles haven't been drawn yet... You don't have to worry about me. Teacher Jie Lv from the public school found out the Tang law for me. I'm just trying to figure it out. Not to mention being upright, even the county magistrate can't do anything about it.
Say something to me."
Ning Que said: "Aren't you afraid of the evil ones? If you really offend the county government, the government can find any crime and punish you badly."
Yang Erxi, who was a little too drunk, burst out laughing after hearing this, turned around and took out a well-maintained boxwood bow from the cabinet, slapped his thick chest, and said proudly: "What's there to be afraid of?
Who hasn’t been a soldier for several years? It really makes me anxious, don’t I know how to do it?”
Ning Que smiled and shook his head.
There was no real injustice, and naturally there was no possibility of punishing the unscrupulous officials, implicating his backers, and eventually setting off a violent storm in the capital and turning into a political struggle.
After half-full of wine and food, Ning Que said goodbye to Yang Erxi. Yang Erxi was a straightforward person, and when he was satisfied with the wine, he no longer deliberately entertained guests. He helped him fill the water bag, gave him two more cantaloupes, and said goodbye to each other.
The black carriage continued southward, walking on quiet roads with the increasingly slanting sun, among picturesque pastoral villages and towns, with wild flowers and green rice fields visible along the way.
Ning Que sat by the window, looking at the fertile wilderness in the south of the Tang Dynasty. He thought about the scene he heard and saw at the farmer's house before, and thought that he would never have the chance to meet the farmer again in this life. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and then
I understand why the Academy and Senior Brother attach so much importance to Tang Law.
"It is said that Xiling is a land given by God. In fact, the Tang Dynasty is really a country given by God. The fields in the south are fertile, the weather is smooth, and there are few disasters. Further south, there are mountains as an innate strategic barrier... Of course, these are not important.
The important thing is that this is an academy, there are Tang laws, there are His Majesty and officials who really take Tang laws seriously, and that farmer and even Li Zheng can live so seriously."
He said: "There must be corrupt officials in the Tang Dynasty, and there are people with bad morals like me, but as long as the vast majority of people live such a serious life, then this fertile wilderness will be watered continuously.
Your hard work will always be fertile, which is a great thing."
Sangsang asked: "What do you want to say?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said: "What I want to say is...I suddenly had the urge to shed blood for this country. You know, I have always been afraid of this inexplicable feeling of blood, because this
Such a sense of passion can easily make people die too quickly, so I admire those forefathers during the founding of the People's Republic of China."
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Deep in the mountains of Xiling. On the side of Zhishou Temple, there is also a large gentle meadow. However, the meadow here is different from those in the south of the Tang Dynasty. There are no grape trellises on it, and there are no houses painted in various bright colors. There are only high and low
The green grass and the majestic Taoist temple are all exactly the same.
In the alchemy shop behind the Taoist temple, the faint fragrance of medicine has been wafting continuously these days, and the ancient medicine cauldron has always been placed on the fire. Long Qing still goes to the cave to serve those strange old Taoist priests every day, but
Spend all the remaining time on refining medicine.
Long Qing's method of refining medicine came from the Tianshu Shazi scroll, so there was no problem. However, after several days of refining, the fragrance of the medicine leaking out of the cauldron became stronger and stronger, but he still failed.
The cultivation techniques and medicine refining methods recorded in the Shazi Scroll are all-encompassing and all-encompassing. They are limited to Taoism - the Sitting Pill is not a Taoist holy medicine, but a painstaking medicine of the Buddhist sect.
Long Qing knew the reason why the Sitting Pill was so rare. It was not because the masters of the Buddhist sect were really calm and had no ambitions for practice. It was because the raw materials needed for the Sitting Pill were almost exhausted. And this flavor
The so-called heart-blood medicine actually requires hard work.
The furnace sitting earth elixir he refined has never been able to come out of the cauldron, and it is the hard work that he is waiting for.
The blood required for the holy medicine of Buddhism cannot be the heart of a pig or a dog, nor can it be the heart of a wolf. It is the blood of an ascetic who is willing to die as a martyr with a truly peaceful state of mind and a truly pure breath.
Such hard work is naturally hard to find in the world, especially for a Buddhist sect that emphasizes compassion and abstains from killing. How can it be willing to use the lives of its disciples to refine medicine? And ascetics practice to the point of being willing to be martyred, but their hearts must be calm. How can they do it for
Can elixirs, an external magic method, be used in such bloody ways?
Because of these reasons, this kind of elixir, although not as good as Tongtian Pill, is still very miraculous, has never really appeared in Buddhism, not even in the legendary Xuankong Temple. On the contrary, it was used when the Demon Sect was at its peak.
He captured two eminent monks from Yuelun Kingdom alive and refined two cauldrons.
As time goes by, the Demon Sect withers away, and the two cauldrons of sitting pills have long been exhausted. If Long Qing refines these cauldrons of elixirs, it will really bring great shock to the world of cultivation.
It's just... where can we find ascetics with a calm mind and pure breath? Long Qing's current cultivation level is so poor, even if he finds it, how can he kill those monks and take their hard work?
In the dim room, the medicinal cauldron slowly spewed out mist with medicinal fragrance, and a few strands floated in front of his face. Long Qing's face was looming in the mist, and a very light and extremely complex look appeared in his gray pupils.
The smile seems to be mocking itself and the unfortunate people in the world.
He reached out and picked off the black peach blossom on his chest, then slowly took off his old Taoist robe, folded it calmly and meticulously and placed it on the ground next to the futon.
**The skin of the body is extremely pale, just like jade at the moment before weathering. There is a hole about the size of a fist on the chest. The hole penetrates the body, and the walls of the internal organs that have been squeezed and petrified can be vaguely seen. They are mottled, dirty and disgusting in color.
, looks extremely scary.
This is the hole he was shot out of by Ning Que with the Yuan Thirteen Arrow on the snowy cliff in the wilderness.
No one knew how Long Qing survived after suffering such serious injuries.
White bones and wriggling internal organs can be faintly seen in the arrow hole. Deep to the left, a blood-red heart can be seen beating slowly.
Long Qing walked to the medicine cauldron and used his strong willpower to stop his hands from shaking. Then he held a small knife, reached into the arrow hole in his chest, and gently scratched the surface of the heart with the blade.
A drop of blood seeped out slowly there.
An unbearable extreme pain starts from the heart, travels the shortest distance, and reaches deep into the heart.
Long Qing's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if all the blood had drained away.
He used all his strength to prevent himself from howling in despair, but his facial features were painfully distorted and deformed, as terrifying as the ghostly faces in the night.
After a moment, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the medicine cauldron steaming with white mist.
Suddenly, the medicine cauldron boiled like a sea, rolled like an anger, and the aroma of the medicine suddenly disappeared, leaving only the thick smell of blood.
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