Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 487 Changes (single)

September is once cold and windy, and it is the end of the year to welcome winter.

"It's been half a year since I went down the mountain."

Outside the tile house, Yin Wennian stroked his beard and looked into the distance. The Taoist's face was a bit older than last year, but he was still well-groomed, except that his clothes turned white after being rinsed too much.

Walking down from Zhenwu Mountain, walking in the world, searching for the misty and unknowable blessed land of the fairy family, in the end, there is no achievement at all, which is lamentable.

"Daozhang, it's getting cold, let's go into the house to rest and warm up for a while."

A man and a woman came out, brought hot soup to the old Taoist with a smile.

"The two laymen are interested."

Looking at the radish head huddled behind the couple's legs, the old Taoist let go of his helpless melancholy, smiled and rubbed the little boy's head kindly.

Drinking the soup, it was bland and tasteless, but dispelled the chill from the cold wind.

The world is bleak, and it is hard for people in the world to have kind thoughts.

The cold wind blows from east to west, from south to north.

Yu Qimeng was also on the road, and he set off again, marking this place in the forest on a leather scroll, outlining and writing it so as not to forget it.

There is a secret here, he thought so, tried breathing in the forest, the effect was extraordinary, it was much better than the outside world, there was a trace of spiritual touch in the blur, and when Qi Meng stepped into it, he felt an inexplicable closeness, and his mind was in turmoil. It seems that the dust has been blown away and it has become indifferent and peaceful.

But I don't know the root cause, I don't know the reason.The old Taoist exhaled one after another, stepped on the heavenly gang and earth evil spirit, practiced the five-element formation of the Taoist gate, and shouted all kinds of methods to invite the gods, but all of them were useless.

In fact, it is also expected that if we follow the guesses of the people on Yuanyang Peak and the inferences of fellow Taoist Xuancheng, even if the various methods left by the former sages are true, they may belong to the category of ancient methods and are not suitable for today.

It's useless right now, of course.

"Old trees can still be replaced by new shoots, and ancient methods may not be reborn in the world."

After leaving Yuanyang Peak, everyone dispersed. Afterwards, Yin Wennian communicated with Yu Qimeng, narrating the discussions with many real cultivators in Zhenwu Mountain. The opinions seemed to be different from what they discussed at that time. They all believed that the new law had great potential. Made by ancient methods, it may be able to carry forward for hundreds of generations.

It's a pity that the world was ups and downs later on, Song Yiyun in the west confronted the imperial court, and the fight was fierce, and there was noise everywhere, and ambitious people emerged in large numbers.

Bandits are rampant, post stations are deserted, and official roads are cut off, communication is less and less day by day, and in the end, they can't see each other for more than a month.

Afterwards, Yu Qimeng placed the Taoist boys in Zhengyuan Temple and went down the mountain to search for Taoism, and there was no contact since then.

"I don't know if Fellow Daoist Xuancheng is diligent now, he must have understood the changes of the six qi, and there will be times when riding the wind..."

Yu Qimeng was hale and hearty, he stepped forward with one step, his whole body was stimulated, and the contaminated grass leaves fell off one after another.

After more than two months of comprehension, even though he still doesn't know what is in the forest, the environment with extraordinarily strong air of heaven and earth still benefits the old Taoist a lot, and the training of various acupoints in the body alone has improved a lot.

At this moment, strands of internal energy are accumulated in dozens of acupoints, and when he further breaks through the joints and apertures, they can be integrated into one body.

Cultivating the body, fixing the body... Yu Qimeng has taken a big step forward on this new road that he has nothing to learn from, with the help of the "treasure land" he discovered by accident.

In fact, the locking of the big orifice has been completed. At the beginning, the essence was drawn from the scriptures such as "Yuhua Dongting Miaolu", "Meridian and Vessel Generation Map", "Wanfu Dragon Soil Law", and then combined with the experience of Yuanyang Mountain and Taoist Zhang Shiguan The method of heaven and earth energy, he created a method of fixing the orifice and singing.

Transform the outside to protect the inside, and refine the inner qi.

This "True Explanation of Yuhua Dongting" has been practiced so far, and many parts have been revised and improved. At the same time, Yu Qimeng's grasp of the acupoints is also improving.

Now, in addition to the four thousand small orifices and the more than twenty major orifices of the human body joints that are recorded in the technique of Qihuang, he has locked in five major orifices that ordinary people do not know through this exercise and the inner qi in the body.

Collect nearly thirty pieces.

The old Taoist priest has thought about it so far, and he is familiar with these acupuncture points, and it is not difficult to open them like other small orifices.

But Yu Qimeng walks steadily, saves himself three times a day, examines himself from time to time, predicts the consequences and countermeasures of breaking through the big orifice, even if it seems to be a waste of time in the eyes of his colleagues, the old man is happy.

He likes this feeling of accumulation very much. He can go a thousand miles without accumulating steps. He walks slowly at this time, so that he can go higher in the future.

After leaving the dense forest and crossing the Yaoshan Mountains, Yu Qimeng continued to head northwest. It was not worthwhile to eat and sleep in the open. After half a month, he arrived in Changzhou.

"If people's hearts are scattered, disaster will come!"

Changzhou, known as the Pearl of the Northwest, is now a barren scene, sparsely populated, all look like dry wood, yellow and emaciated.

Originally, he didn't expect much from Song Yiyun, a butcher, but it turned out that he was able to govern the people as expected.

On the way to Qimeng, I inquired and learned that several conquests have been carried out in the Northwest since last year. At the same time, heavy taxes have been imposed.The superior and the inferior are effective, and the generals below are even more ingenious, and all kinds of tricks are frequently used, causing the people to suffer unspeakably.

"There was a severe drought the year before last, and the government had too much relief money. The victims had nowhere to go and were displaced, but the money was eaten up by the officials..."

"This year's locust disaster, there is an extra money for locust control..."

"There are also Yanglian Bank, official warehouse money, and general money..."

A passerby who was originally a small business told the old Taoist that there was a wife and son in the family, and the family was well-off.

Yu Qimeng's complexion was heavy, he had no choice but to transfer the inner qi secretly, trying to adjust the breath of the opponent's body that was draining of vitality like a funnel.

He tried his best to maintain the fire of life like a candle in the wind.

The old Taoist tried his best to comfort him, and his tone was gentle: "Everything is under observation, and when there is adversity, you must observe it. You can always know it. Laymen are pitiful when they encounter misfortune. However, the wind and rain have a degree, and they will be happy. They will save their lives in troubled times and inherit the friendship of their relatives."

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live, but what will happen to the other party in the end, the old Taoist who left behind a bag of dry food and a dime does not know. He went on the road, crossed the city and the official village, and headed towards the depths of Yaoshan Mountain.

The internal energy is strong, the Taoism is becoming more and more profound, and if there is no spiritual perception, it will play a role again. Compared with Yin Wennian's pure luck method, Yu Qimeng, who was once "immortal into a dream", undoubtedly has a more keen perception of the spirituality of heaven and earth. Therefore, there is something to rely on, and it is possible to find the spiritually rich nodes in a direction in the vast world.

It's just that the old Taoist doesn't know the true colors of these nodes, and he has no way to explore the deeper secrets. What he can do now is to discover, record, and practice near the spring.

……

On the day when Yu Qimeng left Changzhou, Song Yiyun arrived with all his generals, with fifty thousand elite soldiers under his command, all of them had horses and horses, and banners were flying all over the sky.

The next day, Northwest rebel Song Yiyun raided the Generalissimo's brigade in Zhengxi. Since July, the autumn harvest was postponed, and it was not until March. The two sides started a new round of fighting again.

Only this time, Song Yiyun obviously came prepared.

Not long after, a message spread to Zhengxi Camp.

The southern defense line is broken!

Several passes near Xiazhou and Yining were unexpectedly attacked by a group of troops from Baizhou across the Jinjiang River in just two days.

The other party used Fuzhou to rush out from the area where the local generals of Daliang were supposed to be stationed, and by surprise, they ran through the entire southern line.

Crash!All the wooden wooden military orders on the table were pushed away and fell to the ground.

"Rebel!"

"They're all traitors!!"

General Zhengxi's eyes were about to split open, his eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Five battalions of troops, six fortresses!"

"3 people! Thirty thousand!"

He roared, and with a bang, he drew out the sword from his waist, and pointed it viciously at everyone under the desk.

"That's [-] pigs! If you put them on the front line of Jinjiang, you'll have to catch them for ten days!"

"Hehehe... the 3 people who are strong and persistent, and have plenty of food and grass, are gone in two days?"

"waste!"

clang!The long sword struck the table, leaving deep marks.

Under the tent, all the generals were silent like cicadas, not daring to accept his fury like thunder.

However, in the hidden place, there were also a few generals who quietly looked at each other with the scribes, the corners of their mouths slightly raised.

　closed, crazy
　　
　
(End of this chapter)