In the fifth year of Emperor Ling's Xiping reign, there were frequent wars between the north and the south. In November, Zang Min, the governor of Yangzhou, led Chen Yin, the prefect of Danyang, to defeat Xu Shengyu in Kuaiji and behead him. In December, Xianbei invaded the northern region, and Xia Yu, the prefect of the northern region, pursued him.
Defeated it. Xianbei invaded Bingzhou and Youzhou, and the border troops were busy dealing with it.
Domestically, the imperial court has begun a new tax increase. Although land tax is still 30 per tax, miscellaneous taxes such as oral tax and calculation tax have increased significantly. This has made the villagers who could still support their families suddenly have a tight life.
When Baba got up, he had to sell his land.
If Zhu Kui hadn't brought back a small amount of gold for easy exchange, even if he took over the land from Uncle Wang's family, life would have been difficult for his family. Now that he has a small amount of assets, he instead buys other people's land and hires people to farm it.
According to Zhou rites, Zhu Kui mourned his uncle Wang for three years. This move spread throughout Moling County. The Eastern Han Dynasty not only followed the Western Han Dynasty's tradition of governing the world with filial piety, but also emphasized Confucianism. However, Zhou rites mourned for three years.
But it is still not something that everyone can do, let alone an eight-year-old boy named Zhu Kui. For a while, everyone knew that there was a benevolent and filial fisherman in Moling County.
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, and the mourning period that Zhu Kui insisted on is about to expire.
In the back mountain of Shigang Village, on the hillside, there is a piece of flat land with a lush green bamboo forest. On one side of the bamboo forest, there is a stream flowing from top to bottom. The sound of gurgling water and the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo leaves echo in the mountain forest.
Just like the sound of nature.
In the bamboo forest, next to the stream, there is a piece of flat land, four acres in size, with a concrete tomb foundation and a round grave slope in the middle, but it is covered with soil, with some green grass on it. Opposite the cemetery is a bamboo pole.
This is the small thatched hut where Zhu Kui has been mourning for the past three years. It is not far up and down the mountain, only an hour's walk.
In the early morning, Zhu Kui bowed respectfully three times in front of the towering tombstone, which was his daily habit. Then he walked a few steps and came to the stream on the right, where he stood on a smooth jade-like stream stone.
Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes tightly, and breathe in and out in a very orderly manner. This is the twenty-eight-step method of Zixiao's transformation, which is recorded in the Taoist Sword Classic. It may seem mysterious and mysterious, but it is actually a ball.
The methods of controlling breathing, including fast, slow, and even holding your breath, in Zhu Kui's opinion should be similar to Hua Tuo's Wu Qin Xi, a technique for strengthening the body.
There is no sense of qi or internal force. What is different from Wu Qin Xi is that Wu Qin Xi is a model of five animal movements to achieve the purpose of strengthening the body and maintaining health from the outside to the inside, while the Zixiao shaped breathing method is to control breathing and strengthen lung capacity.
, so as to achieve the purpose of strengthening the body and maintaining health from the inside to the outside. The two approaches lead to the same goal, and there is no distinction between them.
Ma Yuanyi left this Taoist sword scripture to him to start. He has been practicing it for three years. This breathing method is also effective. After persisting day and night, he obviously feels that he is much stronger. He is only eleven years old today, and Zhu Lao is ten.
He is nine years old, but in an arm wrestling match, Zhu Da would have to use both hands to reach his brother, who is eight years younger than him.
Sit quietly and practice Qi for half an hour every day, and then practice the Thirty-six Palace Jumping Steps and the Nine Palaces Thirty-six Sword Techniques for an hour.
According to the records on the sword map, nine thick and large bamboo stakes were cut out and nailed to the ground according to the directions of the nine palaces. During practice, people stepped on the bamboo stakes and practiced day and night according to the directions of the thirty-six small circles. Sword Sutra
According to records, even if a person of unparalleled intelligence practices it, it will take three years before he is unable to grasp its essence.
"Hi!"
"call!"
Using a dragon-scale dagger instead of a sword, Zhu Kui took six, six and thirty-six steps. The six and six overlapped, inverting the number of forty and nine. The Nine Palaces sword technique was divided into four styles: strike, stab, block, and wash. Each style was divided into nine moves, split, and split.
Pointing, collapsing, striking, lifting, picking, cutting, cutting, and supporting are all different.
Zhu Kui has been practicing for three years and is already extremely proficient in his moves. The only thing missing is his actual combat experience.
An hour later, Zhu Kui made the last gesture, with a deep breath in his chest, he made a circle along the dagger handle, returned the dagger to its sheath, and jumped off the bamboo stake. At this moment, a 27-year-old girl was looking at him with a simple smile beside the bamboo stake.
, as if waiting for a while.
"Sanlang, you are getting better and better!"
The girl is not stunningly beautiful, but her simple and pure feeling makes people feel particularly comfortable. She is a hair shorter than the eleven-year-old Zhu Kui, and her curves are covered by fat calico cedars and colorful pants.
The person looks a little thin, but he has a feeling of being close to people, and his beautiful eyes are full of pride, as if he is practicing sword practice for Zhu Kui...
The girl is naturally Zhang Xiaomei. She is already fourteen years old now. She has been born and raised for a long time. She has already begun to show off her bumps and curl up. However, she is only three years old and Zhu Kui is already preparing to overtake him.
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Zhu Kui took the towel handed by Zhang Xiaomei, wiped the sweat on his body, and walked to the bamboo house. There was a stone table there. He sat down and put the towel next to the stone table, which he had installed early in the morning.
He poured the water into the bowl and drank it in big gulps. Then he said to Miss Zhang, "Sister, I came a little early today. Where are Xiao Wu and A Cheng?"
Zhang Xiaomei came with a food box. She has brought three meals to Zhu Kui every day for the past three years. She placed a bowl of porridge, a plate of vegetables and a plate of meat in the food box on the stone table, and put the chopsticks away.
, he replied: "A Cheng went fishing, and the little girl went to play with him."
"Oh, girl, let's go play with you. Can Cheng still catch fish?" Zhu Kui smiled helplessly. Three years ago, because Zhao Da presented the bag of broken gold, purchased land, and expanded the fish pond, his life was greatly improved.
Improvement, breakfast, lunch and dinner, three meals and three meats, supply is OK.
Wang Chengde was under the care of Zhu Kui's family. Two months ago, he felt like he was seven years old. In the past, Zhu Kui could go fishing on a boat when he was only six years old. He did not admit defeat and asked Zhu Laoshi for a boat.
I went out fishing and didn't want to eat and drink for free at Zhu's house.
Zhu Kui stayed near the bamboo house all year round and never took a step outside. In the first year, Zhu Wumei would come and tell stories, but the fairy tales in Zhu Kui's heart were limited.
Needless to say, the little girl was not interested in those miscellaneous notes on unofficial history. Over time, besides practicing swordsmanship, Zhu Kui also had to study Zhang Jian's "Plum Blossom Art Performance" and "Wang Jian's Notes" and could not play with her much. Gradually, he became like a young man.
Wang Cheng played almost the same game.
"Sanlang looks down on Acheng. His strength is not much inferior to yours. He returns home with a full load every day. Uncle Zhu paid him wages every day, but your sister begged for them. Yesterday, he asked Acheng to take her to the ferry to buy the clay figurine.
With drums.”
"This girl is too presumptuous. In three days, I will come down from the mountain. See if I don't punish her." After hearing this, Zhu Kui suddenly felt that he had been too pampered before. Wang Cheng was so young and earned so little money.
, asking for it like this is too willful.
"Sanlang, you are so fierce. You are just saying these things to me. Do you dare to really scold your sister?" Zhang Xiaomei was laughing and talking, taking out a set of hemp ropes and coming to behind Zhu Kui to measure them.
Seeing this, Zhu Kui turned around in confusion and asked, "What are you measuring for me?"
"You will be going down the mountain in three days. If you can't continue wearing this white linen, I will naturally make you new clothes and give you a new look." Zhang Xiaomei squatted down, measured the length of her legs and said.
Zhu Kui sat still cross-legged and allowed the other party to measure his body. It took him a long time to finish.
"Sister, you are always so kind to me. How about it? Uncle Zhang, are you ready to marry you?" Zhu Kui asked jokingly: "You are fourteen years old and it's time to get married. Hey, from now on you
Once you get married, you can no longer make clothes and shoes for San'er." As he talked, he looked like he was sighing and reluctant to give up.
"Sanlang, you really want my sister to get married!" Zhang Xiaomei poked his forehead with her finger, put away the hemp rope, remembered the measurement, and sat down opposite.
"Sister, I won't get married in the future. I will leave you to make clothes for you for the rest of your life. Do you think that's okay?"