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Title deed!
Su Qinian and the other three looked at each other, and before they could speak, Master Jiyuan waved his sleeves, and the sun shone brightly, like fragments of time flying around.
When he came back to his senses, the Qingyang Palace was in ruins. Su Qinian smiled bitterly and shook his head. The four masters of Jiyuan also saw that if they didn't want to speak, they wouldn't have a chance even if they wanted to ask.
Looking through the land deed in his hand, he saw a stack of old yellow paper. The paper was very brittle and had obviously been stored for a long time.
"Maojian County, ten acres of fertile land in the north of Dachuan Town, Chixiao Calendar 4915 years."
"Zhangwan County, 15 acres of fertile land in the south of Huanglong Town, Chixiao Calendar 4887 years."
…
After half a stick of incense.
"These are not rewards from the imperial court. They are the tens of thousands of acres of fertile land passed down from generation to generation in Wudang," the fat man said with a smile. "It seems that these are the private properties hidden by Qingyang Peak back then and have not been divided up by the other peaks."
"A total of fifty-seven acres of fertile land. Although it is not the tax-free land gifted to me by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty in Wudang, and it is far less than the three hundred acres that Qingyang Peak had at its peak, one mu of fertile land, even for rice cultivation, can produce fifteen crops a year. , six taels of silver, fifty-seven acres, at least eight hundred taels," Qing Yu pondered, and then frowned, "It's just that times have changed, and people's hearts are unpredictable. After more than five hundred years and several generations of reincarnations, there is still some friendship, just Unpredictable.”
Pouting his lips, the fat man said: "I have the land deed in my hand, and I, the Han Dynasty, have the law, but I can't help them. That's 800 taels. If we grow my Wudang's unique tiger tooth rice, it will be at least 80,000 taels a year! What's more! How much wealth has been accumulated in these five hundred years, if it is used to rebuild Qingyang Palace, it will look brand new within a few years."
Su Qinian shook his head, it couldn't be that simple. Money and silk moved people's hearts. How many people in the world took desperate risks to occupy mountains and become kings, killing people and stealing goods. Let alone more than 500 years ago, it was still unknown how many acres of these fifty-seven acres of fertile land were still left.
"Go down the mountain tomorrow."
Abruptly, Qingyu said in a deep voice, looking up at the setting sun and the cold winter moon rising slowly.
"Going down the mountain?" The fat man's voice was high, and then he nodded and said, "We really need to go down the mountain to explore the reality first. Although we are in charge of Qingyang Peak now, all kinds of supplies, elixirs, and weapons have nothing to do with me, Qingyang Peak. Just like the Heaven-Opening Pills used for foundation building, it is still a bit reluctant for us to exchange for two in a row, let alone the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". Three Heaven-Opening Pills may not be enough, and we must make various preparations to calm the mind and calm the mind. Thousand-year-old agarwood and ten-thousand-year-old Thuja powder to help me enter samadhi, as well as bathing and medicinal baths to remove the turbid odor from the body. None of these require money, and you can't even exchange it for money."
It is an eternal truth that one is poor in literature and rich in martial arts. Only after ten or several decades of hard study and apprenticeship, there is no way to get started.
The Su family was once ranked in the eighth rank. Su Qi spent fifteen years in Chang'an City. He understood that without an official family background, all kinds of relationships were shallow. Unless his articles were amazing and he had the talent to govern, it would be too difficult for a child from a poor family to go to high school. The most important thing is Martial arts, apart from the "Galloping Horse Strength" and the "Horse Shape Boxing" popularized by the emperor of the Han Dynasty, how can ordinary people come into contact with the more profound and refined foundation-building skills? Poor people inherit the weak constitution of their ancestors, and their bones are mixed. What kind of qualifications can you have? Even if you fill the gap later, you still need a lot of money to buy various rare herbs, such as Laoshen Lingzhi, which is almost impossible to afford.
"The three of us went down the mountain each, and each of us walked across a county, visiting both reality and reality." Qing Yu said again.
Maojian County, Zhangwan County, Yunyang County, and Qingyangfeng's 57 acres of private land are mainly distributed in these three counties. Together with Wudang Mountain, these three counties are all within Shiyan Prefecture.
"It's okay. I've been in the mountains for several years, practicing hard to build foundation skills, but I haven't seen the blood of monsters and beasts. I'm a martial artist in vain!"
Fatty Qingye shouted loudly, but a series of bones exploded on his body. Like thunderbolts, he swept away his usual naive attitude, his eyes were sharp, and he actually exuded a kind of compelling aura.
Um?
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the fat man was also improving a lot. Listening to the sound of his bones, it was clear that the "Turtle and Snake Skill" had reached the sixth level, and he had taken a very solid step. His muscles and bones were roaring, and the war drums were beating. The state of consummation is not very far away.
It can be seen that Qing Yu is probably not far behind. With such a level of cultivation, as long as he does not go deep into the wilderness, follows the official road opened by the Celestial Empire, and is a little careful, he will probably have no problem walking across a county.
The moon and stars are sparse.
In the Qingyang Palace, the roots of the old trees are twisted, and the rocks are piled up. From a distance, there is a large shadow, as if ghosts and gods are dormant in it. It is eerie and extremely cold.
The Qingyang Hall was deserted. A bonfire crackled and the flames danced, and showed signs of being extinguished when blown by the wind.
After leaving the outer courtyard, even the brazier and charcoal for heating in winter were no longer available, and the utility room refused to pay any more credit.
The three of them, Su Qinian, were sitting in meditation, and no one spoke, because they all understood that the peaks were forcing them to hand over the inheritance in their hands.
Although Ning Tongtong, the head of the main peak of Tianzhu Peak, spoke, and there was even a voice from the Golden Summit Taihe Palace, the Three Crazy Taoists in the past dynasties did not care about worldly affairs, unless a person of destiny arrived, or the emperor of the demon clan came, like a lineage In his eyes, the inheritance of Wudang Tai Chi is no match for the yin and yang of Wudang Tai Chi and the principles of destiny.
In fact, after that day, there was no sound from Tianzhu Peak.
At midnight, the sky was slightly bright, the bonfire was extinguished, and there were only a few wisps of green smoke left. Su Qinian and the others had breakfast and walked out of Qingyang Palace.
Instead of going down the mountain directly like Qing Yu and the other two, Su Qinian came to a frozen clear lake an hour later.
Xiaoyao Valley!
Walking into the valley again, Su Qinian felt extremely peaceful, as if he had known he was coming. Taoist Jingdu stood by the lake and threw a blue iron sign like a sword from a distance.
After taking the sign, there was Tai Chi Bagua engraved on the back, and two murderous ancient seal characters on the front.
Kill the demon!
Although he has now taken charge of Qingyang Peak and become one of the disciples of Palm Peak, and is more senior than the elders of other peaks, Su Qinian also understands that, just like scholars, a position without strong support can only be like walking on thin ice, and something may happen at any time. Fall into the abyss.
He is still an imperial prisoner who has finalized the case, formally signed the document, and stamped it with a big seal. Prisoners on suspended death row are not allowed to leave Wudang Mountain unless they receive the order to kill the demon, and they can be released as an exception.
A demon-slaying order only lasts for one and a half months. If the suspended prisoners who come down from the mountain within one and a half months do not come back, the Taoist priests from the Zhenwu Hall on Tianzhu Peak will come down to confirm life and death, or capture and return to the mountain, or even behead them directly. Be a warning to others.
And if you receive the demon-slaying order and do not kill a demon beast within one and a half months, you will not be allowed to leave the mountain for one year.
This made all the prisoners on death row in Xiaoyao Valley cautious. It was not that no one had ever accepted the order to kill the monster, and had not successfully killed the monster. They begged hard within the next year, but when the probation period expired, they were escorted back. Beijing, beheaded in public.
From a distance, some prisoners on probation who had not yet entered the mountain looked at Su Qinian, their eyes a little dodgey, as if yesterday had reappeared.
On the shore, Taoist Jingdu looked Su Qinian up and down again, then landed on the long green iron sword behind him. He stared at it for a few breaths, then turned and left.
This made Su Qinian curse in his heart. Whether it was the four masters of Jiyuan or Taoist Jingdu, could it be that martial arts masters are all like this? I only know that it is said in the book of sages that there is nothing that cannot be said to others, so why do you have so many considerations and scruples?
But this can only be thought of. Even Su Qinian himself has some secrets that cannot be made public. Although he is upright in his heart, some things are really unbelievable when he thinks about his own safety. Before he has the ability to protect himself, he can only hide them. In the bottom of my heart.
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Walking down the mountain road again, Su Qinian looked around at the branches covered with snowflakes and the pine trees taking root on the cliffs. He had some thoughts in his heart, but he quickly stopped because two Taoist priests stood side by side in front of the Jie Jian Stone. , but they are two acquaintances.
"Su Qinian!"
A young Taoist priest spoke and said calmly: "Do you still remember the two of us?"
"Of course I remember," Su Qinian said calmly, "it was the two of you who led me into the mountain and into Xiaoyao Valley."
"That's good, now come with us and go on another trip." (The second update is sent, please vote for recommendation, and new book friends to add to the bookshelf collection. The third update will be around 10 o'clock. I am writing very slowly today and there are some details. Think about it, take ten steps as early as possible.)
