Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 65

(Arranging the detailed outline is even more chaotic, Shibu is also drunk, writing is not going well at night, please recommend a ticket to comfort, ask for collection, Shibu stay up late to continue to organize, obsessive-compulsive disorder patients.)

Qing Yu is wearing a gray Taoist robe, but it looks a little worn out, and there are many rips on the sleeves. He is covered in dust, but his temperament has changed a little, a little less immature, a little more sharp, and there is also a black hole on his back. A long sword wrapped in cloth.

"Maojian County, ten acres of good farmland in Dachuan Township, one mu of farmland was exhausted and turned into sandy soil, and nine acres of farmland were taken back."

Qing Yu took a long breath, a little tired, then took out a jug of wine from his bosom, poured two sips into his mouth, then threw it to Su Qinian from a distance, and said: "Drink two sips, it's very cold in this day, so you can revitalize your blood." .”

Su Qi drank alcohol when he was young, and in the past he drank a little less during festivals and festivals. Now that he received the jug, he stared at it for a few breaths and took a full sip.

The long wine enters the throat and is very spicy. This is the cheapest spirit in the market. It is usually used by the craftsmen of the water transport wood company to keep out the cold in winter. However, for Su Qinian nowadays, he is not so particular about it. Belly, the blood all over the body faintly boiled, warm.

"The Hu family in Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, Yunyang County, has [-] acres of fertile land, all of which are taken back."

"Twenty-nine mu." Qing Yu's eyes lit up.

"There is also Huanglong Town, Zhangwan County. There are [-] mu of good land, [-] mu of which have been abandoned, and [-] mu of land have been completely returned to Zhao."

In the distance, a sound that seemed a bit jumpy sounded, the fat man was wearing bunt, one hand was carrying a covered pole, and the other hand was grabbing and biting a fat and oily chicken, and he stepped into the room slowly. palace gate.

Qing Yu's face darkened immediately, and he said coldly: "You do the calculation again for me, [-] mu of fertile land, and [-] mu of good land were abandoned, how many mu are left!"

The fat man was startled, took away the chicken leg stuffed with his mouth, smiled coyly, and said, "Twelve acres, twelve acres, it's not that when I was young, my family was poor, and I had to borrow books to copy. It lacks a lot, and there is a specialization in the art industry, which can't be blamed on me."

As soon as Qingyu lifted the covering cloth on the pole, he saw dozens of swords shining brightly.

Su Qinian glanced over, these swords and swords were all accompanied by natural cloud patterns, although they were not sharp blades that had been forged and refined, they were also refined iron swords and swords that had been hammered and stacked more than ten times, such a knife or sword would probably Only ten taels of silver can be bought, and it has to be snow silver engraved by the government, so dozens of mouths are worth hundreds of taels of silver.

"Old accounts are hard to settle, so I got so many weapons," Qing Ye pouted, and said, "Looking at my Wudang Historical Records, five hundred years ago, the peaks evacuated my Qingyang Palace, and all the weapons in the palace's military workshop were stockpiled." One hundred and thirty-nine sharp blades were cut off, and twenty-one Wuhen treasure soldiers were taken away, even now, with only one Wuhen treasure soldier left, our Qingyang Palace will not be reduced to this point."

An unmarked treasure soldier is a master of military craftsman. It is difficult to forge a few in a lifetime. It is invincible and invincible. In Su Qinian's memory, someone in Chang'an City sold the ancestral sword. Even if it was sold cheaply, it was worth ten thousand taels of snow silver.

How much is [-] taels of snow silver, even in ordinary prefectures and counties, the annual tax of a town is only so much.

"The road is gone, and the glory of the predecessors is still there. Where do we need to inherit it?" Qing Yu took a deep breath and said, "There is no eternal inheritance in the world. Before the Han Dynasty, ancient myths, In the surviving historical records of bone books, there are still many tribes, that is the earliest origin of the human race, the era after they got rid of the hair and drink blood, and the practice of that era is far inferior to the present, we should carry on the past and forge ahead, and create a prosperous world."

"The nine-storey platform starts from the tired soil, and after experiencing wind and rain, you can understand that gains and losses are not easy, and only then can you understand the warmth and coldness of the world. This is also cultivating the mind."

Su Qinian said that the principles of sages and sages exist in one heart, and they have to be sharpened by the world to understand them.

"I don't know that much. I only know that when I was studying, my parents had no money, so I had to borrow money from the big family next door. I lit an oil lamp in winter and cut the wick very small with scissors. It took two days and two nights to copy. Finished," the fat man put away his laughter, with a rare heaviness and memory in his eyes, "the most memorable sentence I remember back then was to tie a grass ring and repay the kindness of dripping water. Fatty is not so generous, he only knows how to be kind. To repay a kindness, there is a reason for revenge."

……

Half an hour later, the three gathered their money together.

"A total of more than four hundred taels of silver, plus the old mountain ginseng plant before, five or six Kaitian pills are more than enough," Qing Yu frowned, "However, the disciples of Zhangfeng can't enter the eighth floor if they don't enter the "Turtle and Snake Art". Build the foundation."

This was the oral order of Jiyuan Daoist in the Yuanshen World in the past. Although the fat man had a bitter face when he heard the words, he didn't complain.

Although there are currently more than a thousand disciples in the entire outer courtyard, only a few dozen have achieved the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", but among the disciples of the same generation of Zhu Feng, there are also a small number of disciples who have reached the eighth level in the past. , In this way, as a disciple of Zhangfeng, Master Jiyuan's requirements are not high.

"The winter solstice is coming soon. Once the winter solstice is over, it will enter the twelfth lunar month in a few days, and the New Year Festival will begin." Qing Yu said suddenly.

New Year Festival Competition!

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This seems to be a big competition that Wudang has every year before the annual festival. The outer court, all peaks and all veins compete with each other. The winner will be rewarded by the elders, various pills, weapons, Even martial arts cheats.

Of course, this kind of annual festival competition is just a small competition, and there is also a big competition, which is repeated every three years. There is a big competition every three years. Except for Tianzhu Peak, all peaks and veins will discuss martial arts, and the winner will have many rewards. The preciousness is not what Su Qinian can know now.

"Don't go!"

Qing Ye shook his head and said: "Zeng Zi said, 'What ten eyes see, what ten hands point to, is so strict'! Right now we cannot be easily defeated, so we should hide our strengths and bide our time, and accumulate strength, so as to break through to the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Art" as soon as possible. Only when the foundation is successfully established and the world is created, will there be some real foundations."

"Yes, at least I can't go this year!" Qing Yu also nodded, "My Qingyang Peak has not re-established the mountain gate. According to the rules, it is not regarded as re-igniting the Dao Fire. It cannot be tied with the other twenty-seven peaks, and the three of us have not yet established the gate. Ji, the Annual Festival Grand Competition is also a contest of skills in the outer court, it's nothing to win, but once you lose, the identity of the master disciple will be humiliated."

In the next few days, the three of Su Qinian lived in the Qingyang Palace and practiced martial arts every day. There was still some time before the half-month school examination agreed by the three young and middle-aged Taoists in the Yuanshen World. The three of them worked hard, especially It was Qing Yu, and the sound of the sword was constantly heard in Qingyang Palace every day. Although the three of them chose to practice their own martial arts, Su Qinian was secretly startled when he heard the sound. The speed of the sword had reached an astonishing level.

The day before the winter solstice.

The Taoist in the handyman's room put the bamboo basket full of demon bear broth on the gate of the palace as usual. He looked up at the dilapidated palace gate, and the sky was covered with heavy snow again, making the palace even more deserted.

"One peak and one vein, where three people can support, all kinds of cleaning, chores, repairs, as well as weapons, incense candles, Taoist statues, etc., don't ask anyone for money." The handyman Taoist shook his head, "But I heard that this time the disciples who have not yet established a foundation in the outer court will get a lightness kung fu inheritance, which seems to be the "Ladder of Qingyun" that was lost in Qingyang Peak back then. Ranked second-rate and top-notch, with the seeds of true meaning, there is only one last chance left to comprehend."

When the figure of the handyman Taoist was far away, Su Qinian and the three of them stepped on the snow in front of the palace gate.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

Qing Yu pondered and said: "The handyman's room is not clean anymore. It seems that in these years, some people stretched their hands too far. There are turmoil inside and outside Wudang."

"Conspiracy and conspiracy, this is the three of us."

Su Qinian's eyes were very cold. The "Qingyun Ladder" lightness skill did not appear in the early years, but this year's annual festival competition, it happened to be a reward from the leader of the outer court, and the seed of true meaning only left the power of the last inheritance.

"There are still [-] days left. As soon as the twelfth lunar month enters, after eating the Laba porridge, the New Year's Festival will begin."

Qing Ye said, Fatty also gritted his teeth, it was obvious that he had calculated everything and invited them into the urn. (Arranging the detailed outline is even more chaotic, Shibu is also drunk, writing is not going well at night, please recommend a ticket to comfort, ask for collection, Shibu stay up late to continue to organize, obsessive-compulsive disorder patients.)

(End of this chapter)