People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 37 The Suffering of Cultivation
"Commander Tiandi, it's not that easy."

Jin Buhuan poured a basin of cold water straight on, and said to Li Changqing, "I entered the Tao through the Dao Seed, and I also suffered from the Dao Seed."

"The Taoist priest will walk outside in the future. It's okay to encounter the first floor. Practitioners who encounter the second and third floors need to be more careful. The deeper they enter the Tao, the deeper the enchantment. Few can keep their nature."

"So it's hard to see practitioners on the fourth floor in this world?"

Li Changqing somewhat understands why he heard that all the practitioners who walk in this world are practitioners on the lower third floor. He originally thought that practitioners of higher levels retreated from the world and practiced asceticism.

Now it seems that even if the practitioners on the third floor have a chance to break through to the fourth floor, they will hesitate because of the evil thoughts in the Dao Seed.

"The practitioners of the first floor are suffering from the intrusion of evil thoughts every day, and the practitioners of the fourth floor can hardly imagine that no matter how strong their hearts are, they are probably in a state of half-madness."

Jin Buhuan's family background has some origins, so he can hear about the situation above the third floor.

"Is there no way to get rid of the evil thoughts in the Dao Seed?"

Li Changqing asked, although he is now suppressed by Longhu Mountain's luck and is not afraid of evil thoughts, but it is inevitable that he will encounter problems in this area as he deepens his practice in the future.

Hearing Li Changqing's question, the two looked at each other.

Boss Wang said, "Not only is there no way to eliminate it, but it will intensify as we climb up. You have seen the practice method of the second floor. Now you should understand that if we want to climb the building, we must constantly absorb it. A new kind of Dao."

Li Changqing nodded. Originally, he didn't know about the evil thoughts of the Dao Seed, and he didn't think there was any problem in absorbing the new Dao Seed. Looking at it now, he might have a big problem.

"The Dao Seed is the foundation of the floor. If we want to go further, we must absorb a more powerful Dao Seed, but absorbing a new Dao Seed will not only deepen evil thoughts, but also if we can't grasp the birth control attribute between the Dao Seeds, If it is light, it will lose its power, if it is serious, it will be sudden death."

"But is the Shengke attribute among Dao species so easy to grasp? It has only been 50 years since the Great Change, and every family is groping, and even if they have summed up some rules, they are secretly hidden at home and will not show it to others."

Speaking of this, both Wang and Jin were a little bit less interested, and it was getting late, so they went to rest separately. Naturally, they would have time to chat about this secret matter in the future.

In the bedroom, Li Changqing's eyes were firm. No matter how difficult the road is, he still has to go for it. It's better than doing nothing in this world.

The next day, Li Changqing borrowed the quiet room of the Jin Mansion to practice in the morning, and returned to the Accord at noon, and put Wukong on his back.

"I have to be outside these few days, and I can't take you with me every day."

Li Changqing handed Wukong a toffee, and staying in the Golden Mansion for the past few days, it is really not easy to bring a beast like Wukong into it.

In the afternoon, Li Changqing took Wukong to Jingyuetan, which is the most prosperous place in Longkoudu.

Jingyuetan is a small lake drained by the Mingcang River. On one side is Linggui Mountain. There are countless flower boats and boats in the lake like crucian carp cruising across the river. There are all kinds of people who repair shoes and mend clothes, sing operas and perform arts.

This time, Li Changqing wanted to take Wukong to find a few people who could be trained.

He had planned before to develop his own armed forces.

This ordinary candidate is naturally handed over to the round-faced Yang to pick those good families, but soldiers are expensive and not many, Li Changqing naturally has to choose some talented disciples, if they can be cultivated in the future, they can take advantage of the situation and accept them as disciples.

The age of this candidate should not be too young, nor too old.

Too young and the training period is too long, Li Changqing can't wait, too big and mature, it's not easy to cultivate feelings.

Therefore, half-children are the best, aggressive, bloody, and dare to fight.

And it is best to have a foundation and have practiced some basic kung fu. There is no shortage of such people in this era.

Those who walk the streets and sing operas in Liyuan are the targets chosen by Li Changqing.

There is no human rights in this era, ordinary half-sized sons are only a few dozen taels of silver, and when the times are bad, they are even half-sold and half-given, just for food, but girls are more expensive.

Li Changqing stopped and walked, and stopped in front of a performance stall.

The stall owner was tall and strong, with muscular arms, and the spear in his hand danced like a hot wheel. Everyone applauded endlessly, and it could be seen that he had some martial arts skills.

Apart from him, there are two women, four men and six people, all of whom are only fourteen or fifteen years old, each with unique skills, such as dancing the whip like a spirit snake, or playing the wooden stick so that the wind makes the wind cry.

Wukong behind Li Changqing knocked on the bamboo basket, indicating how strong the people here are.

After they finished their performance, the crowd dispersed a little bit. Li Changqing took advantage of the rest and asked the nearby food shop to deliver five bowls of small noodles to the six children.

Then he stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "This master is being polite."

The stall owner put away the reward money he had just received, rubbed his hands, and looked at the Taoist in front of him with a slightly cautious expression.

This Taoist was only ten years old, but he had a heroic face, and there was a faint look of dust between his brows and eyes, so he naturally didn't dare to neglect.

"Hello, Master Dao."

Li Changqing explained to the stall owner his intentions while observing how the children around them divided up the pasta.

"I just saw that the stall owner has a few young apprentices who are solid. I want to take one or two as a nursing home. I don't know if the stall owner can give up the love? I know that it is not easy for the stall owner to raise these children. How about this, 200 taels per person."

"This·······"

The stall owner was a little hesitant. He didn't expect that the Taoist would buy a child as soon as he came up.

Of course, in this day and age, there is no moral condemnation for buying and selling children. It would be a good thing if those rich families in the compound were willing to buy the children that the poor could not support.

200 taels, this is already an extremely high price, even if Huang Ming looked at his own children a few times, he couldn't ask for a higher price.

What's more, there is an unwritten rule among their performers, that is, after the apprentices become adults, they will basically let them fend for themselves.

There are several reasons, the first is the business of performing arts, the second is kung fu, the first is age, and children are more likely to get rewards.

The second adult is not easy to restrain, and not everyone can live and sleep with the master for a lifetime.

In this era, there is no such thing as salary. It is already a great gift to beg for food with the master. However, a martial arts stall has limited income and has to support a group of big-bellied men. Even if there is a few cents left, it is all the master himself. all.

Therefore, when the apprentices at these stalls grow up, they will either join gangs in various places, or be bought by a big family to watch the house. The latter is of course much better than the former.

"I don't know where Changxianju is?"

Although 200 taels was a lot of money for Huang Ming, for the sake of the future of the children, he still asked one more question.

(End of this chapter)