(The detailed outline has become even more messy. Shibu is also drunk, and the writing is not smooth at night. Please recommend and support me, please collect it. Shibu stays up late to continue organizing. I am a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder.)
Qing Yu was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, but it looked a bit shabby, with many rips on the sleeves. He was dressed in dust, but his temperament had undergone some transformation, becoming a bit less immature and a bit more sharp, and there was also a trace of blackmail behind his back. A long sword wrapped in cloth.
"In Maojian County, there are ten acres of fertile land in the north of Dachuan Town. One acre of farmland has been exhausted and turned into sand. Nine acres of fertile land have been recovered."
Qing Yu took a long breath, feeling a little tired, then took out a bottle of wine from his arms, poured two sips into his mouth, and then threw it to Su Qinian from a distance, saying: "Take a few sips. It's very cold today. It's vital to revitalize the blood." .”
Su Qi was a young drinker, and in the past he would drink less during festivals and festivals. Now when he received the jug, he stared at it for a few breaths and took a full sip.
The long wine goes down the throat and is very spicy. This is the cheapest spirit in the market. It is usually used by the craftsmen of the Canyunmu Company to ward off the cold in winter. However, for Su Qinian today, he is not so particular about it. A sip of wine is enough. In my belly, the blood all over my body was faintly boiling, feeling warm.
"Nineteen acres of fertile farmland are owned by the Hu family in Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, Yunyang County. All of them have been taken back."
"Twenty-nine acres." Qingyu's eyes lit up.
"There are also 15 acres of fertile farmland in Huanglong Town, Zhangwan County, three acres have become wasteland, and 13 acres have been returned to Zhao intact."
In the distance, a sound that seemed a little jumpy sounded. The fat man was wearing a bunker, holding a cloth-covered pole with one hand, and grabbing a fat chicken with the other hand and biting it, and slowly stepped in. palace gate.
Qingyu's face suddenly darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "You can calculate it again for me. Fifteen acres of fertile land, three acres have been ruined, how many acres are left!"
The fat man was startled, took away the chicken drumsticks that were stuffed into his mouth, smiled and said: "Twelve acres, twelve acres, this is not because my family was poor when I was a child, so I had to borrow books and copy them. I learned a lot about the sages and doctrines, and I just counted them. It lacks a lot, and you can’t blame me for specializing in the art."
Qingyu lifted the cloth on the pole and saw dozens of swords shining brightly.
Su Qinian glanced over, and saw that these swords were all accompanied by natural cloud patterns. Although they were not sharp blades that had been forged for thousands of times, they were also fine iron swords that had been hammered and stacked more than ten times. Such a sword or sword would probably have to be... You can buy it for ten taels of silver, and it must be snow silver engraved by the government. Doing dozens of mouthfuls is equivalent to hundreds of taels of silver.
"It's hard to settle old accounts, so we only got so many weapons," Qingye curled his lips and said, "I looked through my Wudang History earlier. Five hundred years ago, Zhufeng emptied my Qingyang Palace, and all the inventory in the palace's military workshop One hundred and thirty-nine people were cut off with sharp blades, and twenty-one traceless treasured soldiers were all taken away. Even now, if only one traceless treasured soldier is left, our Qingyang Palace will not be reduced to this."
A traceless treasure weapon, even if it is a master of weapons, can only be cast several times in a lifetime. It is indestructible and indestructible. In Su Qinian's memory, someone in Chang'an City sold the ancestral sword. Even if it was sold at a low price, it could be exchanged for ten thousand taels of snow. silver.
How much is ten thousand taels of snow silver? Even in an ordinary state or county, the annual tax for a town is only this much.
"People have left the road, but the glory of the predecessors is still there, so why do we still need to inherit it," Qingyu took a deep breath and said, "With all the vicissitudes of the world, there is no eternal inheritance. That is, before the Han Dynasty, the ancient myths, There are still many tribes in the remaining bone history records. That was the earliest origin of the human race, the era after they broke away from the rough hair and drank blood. The practice of that era was far inferior to the current one. We should carry on the past and create a prosperous world."
"The nine-story tower was built from tired soil. After going through wind and rain, you understand that gains and losses are not easy, and you understand the warmth and warmth of the world. This is also the cultivation of the mind."
Su Qinian said that the principles of sages and sages are all in one mind, and they have to be tempered by worldly conditions before they can be understood.
"I don't know that much. I only know that when I was studying, my parents didn't have any money, so I had to go to the wealthy family next door to borrow some money. In the winter, I lit an oil lamp and used scissors to cut the wick very small. I spent two days and two nights copying it. Finished." The fat man stopped laughing, and his eyes showed a rare heaviness and memory. "The sentence I remember most from that year is to tie a grass ring with a ring and repay the favor with a drop of water. The fat man is not so generous, he only knows how to be kind. To repay a favor, there is a principle of revenge.”
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Half an hour later, the three of them gathered their money.
"A total of more than four hundred taels of silver, plus the old wild ginseng from before, five or six Heaven Opening Pills are more than enough," Qing Yu frowned, "However, Palm Peak disciples' "Turtle and Snake Technique" cannot reach the eighth level unless they reach the eighth level. Build the foundation.”
This was the oral instruction of Master Jiyuan from the former world of Yuanshen. Although the fat man had a sad face after hearing this, he did not complain.
Although there are currently more than a thousand disciples in the outer courtyard, only a few dozen have achieved the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique", but among the disciples of the same generation in the various peaks, there are only a few who have reached the eighth level in the past. , In this way, as a disciple of Palm Peak, Master Jiyuan’s requirements are not high.
"The winter solstice is coming soon. Once the winter solstice passes and the twelfth lunar month enters in a few days, the annual festival competition will also begin." Qing Yu suddenly said.
New Year's Eve Competition!
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This seemed to be a big competition held before every annual festival in Wudang. In the outer courtyard, all the peaks and veins competed in their skills. The winner would be rewarded by his elders, including various elixirs and weapons. Even martial arts secrets.
Of course, this annual festival competition is just a small competition. There is also a big competition, which is a three-year cycle. Every three years there is a big competition. In addition to Tianzhu Peak, various peaks and veins discuss martial arts, and the winner will receive many rewards. The preciousness is not something Su Qinian can know now.
"Don't go!"
Qingye shook his head and said: "Zengzi said, 'What the ten eyes can see and what the ten hands can point to are extremely severe'! Now we cannot easily defeat, we should hide our strength and bide our time, accumulate strength, in order to break through to the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" as soon as possible. Only when the foundation is built and the world is created will we have some real foundation to stand on."
"Yes, at least I can't go this year!" Qing Yu also nodded and said, "Our Qingyang Peak has not yet re-established the mountain gate. According to the rules, it does not count as rekindling the Dao Fire. It cannot be tied with the other twenty-seven peaks, and the three of us have not yet built the gate. Hey, the annual festival competition is also a competition of skills from the outer courtyards. It doesn’t matter if you win, but if you lose, your status as a Palm Peak disciple will be humiliated.”
In the next few days, Su Qinian and the others stayed in the Qingyang Palace, practicing martial arts every day. There was still some time left before the half-month exam agreed by the three young Taoist priests in the world of Yuanshen. The three of them were working hard, especially It was Qingyu, and the sound of swords in Qingyang Palace was endless every day. Although the three of them chose to practice martial arts separately, Su Qinian was still secretly frightened when he heard the sound. Such speed of sword drawing has reached an astonishing level.
The day before the winter solstice.
As usual, the Taoist priest in the service room placed the bamboo basket filled with demon bear broth at the entrance of the palace. He raised his head and glanced at the dilapidated palace door. There was heavy snowfall in the sky, making the palace even more deserted.
"There is no way that three people can afford it. All kinds of cleaning, handymen, repairs, weapons, incense, candles, Taoist statues, etc., none of which do not require money," this year has just passed. The handyman Taoist shook his head, "But I heard that this time in the outer courtyard, the disciples who have not yet established their foundation will receive a light skill inheritance. It seems to be the "Qingyun Ladder" that was lost in Qingyang Peak. It is said to be a smooth step up to the blue sky. Ranked among the best in the second class, there is still the seed of true meaning, and there is only one last chance to realize it."
When the Taoist Taoist's back was gone, in front of the palace gate, Su Qinian and three others walked through the snow.
“The trees want to be still but the wind doesn’t stop.”
Qing Yu pondered: "The miscellaneous room is not clean anymore. It seems that some people have stretched their hands too far in recent years. There have been turmoil inside and outside Wudang."
"Conspiracy and conspiracy will kill the three of us."
Su Qinian's eyes were very cold. The light skill of "Qingyun Ladder" did not appear in the early years. However, this year's annual festival competition, it became the reward from the leader of the outer courtyard, and the true meaning seed only had the power of inheritance for the last time.
"There are still eighteen days left. As soon as we enter the twelfth lunar month, after finishing the Laba porridge, the New Year Festival Competition will begin."
Qingye said, the fat man also gritted his teeth. This was obviously a plan that had planned everything and invited them into the urn. (The detailed outline has become even more messy. Shibu is also drunk. The writing is not smooth at night. Please recommend and support me. Please collect it. Shibu stays up late to continue organizing. I am a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder.)
