Those years of farming in the mountains

Wen Song was dejected, with disheveled hair, without the appearance of a scholar, looking downcast, accompanied by bursts of yelling, trembling at times, and being pushed and dragged forward.

Together, there are seventeen or eighteen people.Most of them have haggard and sallow complexions, and most of them are staggering on the rugged mountain road with straw boots. A few of them look strong and round, but they are actually fat and weak. He just followed the team barefoot, looking dazed as if he had lost his soul.

He pursed his chapped lips, but the warm winter sun could not bring any warmth. Every step he landed on the fine gravel and potholed dirt road made people tremble.

On both sides of the front, there were people shouting, but what came to their ears were obscenities and threats, and occasionally a straw whip made of hemp rope was thrown down, crackling, and the skin was bruised and painful when it hit the person.

Walking to a place with lush forests, a man in his forties suddenly pushed away the crowd and ran towards the periphery of the crowd with all his strength, trying to jump into the grass and shrubs and escape through the forest.

However, in less than twenty breaths, he was dragged back like a dead pig, his face was bloody, his flesh was not intact, and the gangsters around him were still gesturing with weapons, stabbing each other's limbs as if venting.

Every time it was pulled up, there was a hoarse wailing begging for mercy.

clap clap!

After being whipped a few times, the chaotic crowd finally returned to their previous appearance. The people who had intended to move and flee with them, after seeing such an end, suddenly dimmed and became silent.

Counting the guards leading the way, the team of more than [-] people gradually disappeared into the forest and walked up the mountain. Two watch towers could be vaguely seen hidden behind trees and rocks.

This is a cottage, looking at the layout on the left and right, Wen Song saw guards standing everywhere, and many people in ragged clothes similar to them were tortured, either carrying stone tools, or carrying sandbags of firewood, coming and going silently, and sometimes some people were weak He fell down and was caught by bandits under the eyes of everyone, and was dragged directly to a building that looked like a dungeon.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream, which made everyone shudder.

Linjiang Mansion... When did there become such a bandit cottage?
Wen Song, who was recommended by the teacher of the academy to pay a visit to Wen Song, a highly respected scholar, was full of sadness at the moment.

Seeing the vicious bandits grinding their teeth and sucking blood, holding sticks and sharp knives, and seeing other people who are as thin as sticks being hung up and beaten, and their skinny bodies are exposed, they feel that their future is gloomy and there is no light.

Dangdang Dangdang!
Just sad and sad, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the side, Wen Song and the others raised their heads, and then saw the bandits who were holding them just now were also flustered, ignoring the plundered prisoners at hand, and looked at the people in the stockade again and again. In the center, the tallest building.

Soon, a group of people strode out from it, mostly with big arms and thick waists, with solemn faces.

"What happened?!"

The leader of the bandit who walked in the first place had a greasy mouth and a leg bone in his hand.

"Boss! The group from Donggong Mountain is attacking!"

The bandit rushed to report, his tone flustered.

The people gathered around the leader also chattered. Wen Song couldn't understand the situation here, but he could hear a few words vaguely, as if they were bandits from another hill.

Alas!He covered his face and lamented, it was already miserable to be taken captive into the village, and now he was involved in the bandit fight for no reason, his sword and gun had no eyes, and he had no power to restrain the chicken, his life was in danger under the chaos.

Once again mourning the turmoil in Daliang and Jiangshan, causing disasters and disasters.Thoughts have not yet settled down, and I heard the leader speak to appease everyone.

"What do I mean? It turns out that this group of brats don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, Donggong Mountain? How many people does that guy named Guo Jiang Qing have?"

As he said that, Wen Song saw that the man bit the leg bone in his hand hard, chewed and swallowed all the bones and flesh.

Then grinned out a mouthful of yellow and black teeth, and smiled ferociously.

"Let's go! Let's meet those bastards! How dare you disturb the uncle's meal, you must take him to the charcoal fire for a while!"

The gangsters shouted like mountains and seas roaring.

The rest of the people stood behind the leader, and for a moment they felt that they had made a mistake, relying on the troops of Heifengzhai, even if they let Jiang Qing go ten times more, they would still end up being crushed to death!

So they all echoed and applauded, and opened their mouths to ask the leader to cook and distribute some of the people's meat, so that they can also taste the deliciousness of human flesh.

The nonsense fell into the ears of the captives, which made people feel chills all over their bodies.

Picking someone and devouring it...it is so appropriate for this group of people.

The dozen or so captives huddled in a corner, fearing that the noise would attract the bandits' attention.

Wen Song is wrapped up in it, and there is no other way for a while.

Cheng!
The leader pulled out a ring-encrusted broadsword, and rushed out of the gate of the village with the gangsters shouting.

……

Hejian, Fan Shiji.

It was originally a quarrying site, sandwiched between two low hills. Later, a lot of stone was mined, and when the surrounding people gathered together, they left a small town, so it was named after this place.

When Chen Yu came with the clouds, it was pouring down with rain like a gap in the sky.

The black clouds were thick and dense, layer upon layer, he went to the sky and passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and came to a misty glow, sprinkled three or five spiritual scripts on the red glow, and performed the lightning drawing technique, gathering a bright thunder light in the blink of an eye, entangled With dozens of hundreds of slender thunderbolts like chains, they turned into thunder lights the size of a human head and floated on the clouds.

The Thunder Prisoner Technique and the Lightning Draw Technique have the same origin. Chen Yu, who is becoming more and more familiar with the thunder technique, easily grasped the ball of thunder, and then pulled out strands of lightning from it like peeling cocoons.

The surface of the body flashed with aura, and the texture of the thunder marks that represented the success of the inner inscription flashed away.

Leihen has already melted into flesh and blood, and after long-term mana and spiritual contact and training, he has already become docile and no longer difficult to control.

Soon, large mist-like thunder and lightning were drawn into various parts of the body, and the thunder marks danced and floated, as if breathing.

Under the sky, the clouds were thick and the rain was pouring.

And on top of it, a person stood in the thunder light, and silver light sprayed like mist and tide burst out from his whole body.

Indeterminate.

The sun shines from the high sky, the radiance is overflowing, and all kinds of lights and colors are intertwined together, which looks extraordinary.

……

While Chen Yu and Fan Shiji were immersed in absorbing the power of thunder, accumulating the body and thunder marks, and using this to deduce the feasibility of the future road, another group of people in the southwest, thousands of miles away, also had the opportunity to open up the knife. harvested.

Guangyong Mansion, Pingcheng.

Huai Mingzi took his disciples to a pharmacy, said a few words to the shopkeeper, Wuliang Tianzun, then took out a handful of silver beans from his bosom, turned around and walked out, his hands already packed full of medicine.

"Master, do we want to refine medicine?"

The little disciple is thirteen or fourteen years old, and his eyes are curious. It has been more than a month since he traveled from Yongzhou to the southwest. The little Taoist has an unstable temperament and is curious about things he has never seen before. I got used to it quickly.

At this moment, I was surprised to see that the master who used to refine medicine at least said that he had to work for seven or eight days, and had to pay tribute and practice rituals, now only grabbed herbs at random and was about to turn on the furnace in a hurry.

Huai Mingzi smiled slightly and said, "My dear disciple, what I'm going to refine this time as a master is not an ordinary pill, but a real panacea!"

"Spirit pills? The ones in the book?"

Hearing the disciple's words, the [-]-year-old Taoist priest stroked his beard with confidence and said with open eyes, "Naturally!"

"Yu Zhenxiu and Daoist Xuancheng have already verified the feasibility of this method. Now as teachers, there are several people on Yuanyang Peak who understand the sense of qi. In addition, they have practiced the Danding method for decades. This kind of alchemy is suitable for poor people to come out with the main force!"

"Look, my good boy, the master will definitely be able to make a potion of magic medicine and panacea this time!"

The little Taoist nodded again and again, it seemed that he had a firm belief in his master's ability.

The two walked away quickly, and not long after they arrived at the foot of a mountain outside the city, there were already people waiting. They saw that they hurried forward to take the medicinal materials, and said that there were still some auxiliary medicines and elixir medicines, and the latter arranged people to go to Guangyong each Collected at home, just wait for Huaimingzi to turn on the furnace.

Several people went up the mountain, Yu Qimeng was arguing fiercely with Xuancheng Taoist Yin Wennian, Huai Mingzi was not surprised, and the people around him were also used to it.

He was arguing, but Yu Qimeng's face was flushed, his beard and hair were stretched, he stood up abruptly, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to start.

However, Yin Wennian didn't show any weakness, instead, he was ready to caress his palm, and the next moment, under the amazed eyes of everyone, an ethereal stream of light spewed out of his mouth.

[Exhale like a sword]!

puff!

Bai Run's light and wind greeted Qi Meng in front of him. Before he touched it, he became unstable, and suddenly turned into a wind that swept across his clothes, and the old Taoist had kung fu. He took a few steps back and then stopped, just staring wide-eyed. He glanced at each other and remained motionless.

After being silent for a while, he pinched his hands and imitated the cheeks of the other party, repeating it several times.

"..."

Yin Wennian's face turned red when he saw the old Daoist, and he couldn't help but said, "Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Shoutan, don't hold back any longer. If you don't know it, you won't. Taoism is not created by holding back."