"Even after the death of the Sui Dynasty, this river has been connected to the waves for thousands of miles. If there were no dragon boat events in the Water Palace, Yu would not have done much." Gui Zhong stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the vast long river in front of him. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the canal
Many places along the coast have already frozen, and now the glow is brilliant, dazzling, and shocking. Looking back on the history of this long river, it can be said that it has made outstanding contributions. Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, this canal has become a north-south artery, transporting grain from the south to the north.
Thanks to this river, it has made great contributions to the exchanges between the north and the south in the past dynasties and the economic prosperity. Even though it is winter, the southern section of the canal is still busy, with sails lined with boats and people shouting and shouting.
The place where Gui Zhong is located already belongs to Huainan. The canal is not too frozen, but it allows him to enjoy the scenery along the way. Moreover, walking by water is not as hard as the land route. Every day, he is either standing on the bow of the boat to admire the scenery, or walking on the
In the cabin, he meditated, practiced Qi, and studied martial arts. These days were really free. At this time, more than a year had passed since Gui Zhong appeared. During this year, he enjoyed the scenery of the North, the mountains and rivers, the splendor of the people, and the world of mortals.
The weather is all-encompassing. Traveling around the world and honing his character have made his martial arts practice greatly improved. Although he is still at the sixth level of acquired cultivation, his internal strength has become more refined and concise, and his sword skills and fists are also powerful.
There is progress, and this is also the case, which makes Guizhong more and more comfortable.
On this day, Gui Zhong stayed in the cabin, crossing his legs and practicing Qi. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, his breath was long, flexible and long, and there was a faint buzzing sound, like the breath of a turtle. It was very magical. For his family
Over the past few days, his understanding of Huashan Mind Technique, a Taoist mystical skill, has become more and more profound.
"Although my cultivation level is not top-notch at the moment, it is still pretty good in this world of Deer Cauldron. I am not in a hurry to start practicing the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. This body's internal strength still needs to be carefully condensed to make it more pure and concise.
, The road to martial arts is long and long, and the foundation is the most important. Only by laying a good foundation can you go further in the future. Otherwise, if the foundation is not solid, it will be harmful and useless. What's more, I have a congenital defect in my body, so I need to carefully lay the foundation.
Otherwise, the potential will be exhausted, and it will be too late to look back. These days of practice have indeed discovered problems that were not noticed before, and have condensed the foundation again, which is a good thing."
He kept thinking about his own martial arts in his heart. Gui Zhong's eyes seemed to be closed, his mind was empty, and his inner breath was running continuously. The warm and dense inner force of Taoism was constantly nourishing his meridians, flesh and bones. With every breath and breath, even more...
Wisps of the essence of heaven and earth were sucked in, warming the lungs. Gui Zhong never stopped doing this skill for a day, in order to completely solve the hidden dangers in his body.
This is water-milling kung fu, and there is no chance of it happening. Although the inner strength is mysterious, it is not as exaggerated as imagined. Whether a warrior practices martial arts or a Taoist practice qi, the purpose is to remove impurities from the body, improve physical fitness, and prolong life.
As for the changes in life, external skills such as fists, feet, and swordsmanship are not that important. They are just for adding some means of protection so as not to perish midway on the road to seeking the truth.
Now that the twelve meridians of Gui Zhong have been passed, the internal energy circulates, tempering his flesh and bones and purifying his body every moment. This is also the secret of the Taoist sect's mysterious skills. More than an hour later, Gui Zhong's internal energy
After carrying for thirty-six weeks, he felt a slight swelling and pain in his meridians. He knew that today's practice had reached the extreme. The process of refining and transforming Qi was completed. He no longer forced it. He took a long breath, opened his eyes, and finished.
After this practice, there was a slight trace of sweat all over his body, and gray-black magazines were faintly visible. These were harmful substances tempered from his flesh and blood, and belonged to the art of cleansing the essence and cutting off the marrow. This kind of art began when he began to practice the internal mystical skills.
It has started since then, and it has been going on every day, and now Gui Zhong feels that the magazines in his body are getting less and less.
After completing this homework, Gui Zhong went around the bow of the boat again to take a look at the scenery along both sides of the river. The further south he went, the scenery along the way was meandering, with green vegetation and moist air. It was a southern scenery, not like winter at all.
landscape.
At this time, the ship was sailing southward, with smooth sailing and good speed. In just a few days, the passenger ship on which Gui Zhong was traveling had already entered the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were bustling with people, and the bustling area was much better than the cities in the north.
"Yangzhou has arrived!"
"Finally we have arrived. It is indeed a prosperous and beautiful place in Yangzhou. This kind of weather is not comparable to that in our north."
There were several scholars wearing scholar's robes around Gui Zhong, all of whom had studied from the north and south. Seeing this scene, they all exclaimed and talked happily. Gui Zhong naturally also saw the prosperity not far away.
The Yangzhou Pier is lined with boats and bustling with people. It is so lively that we have indeed arrived at the border of Yangzhou.
"With a hundred thousand guan on his waist, riding a crane down to Yangzhou" a poem suddenly appeared in his mind. Gui Zhong took a deep breath and felt that there was a faint smell of powder in the air. Near the dock, there were also strips of powder.
On the exquisite and gorgeous flower boat, brothel girls in colorful clothes and speaking Wu Nong's soft language stood on the bow and pointed, smiling from time to time, waving the silk handkerchiefs in their hands to greet each of their patrons.
All of them are wearing silk and satin, and they are extremely wealthy. They are either wealthy businessmen or talented people in the literary world. There is an endless stream.
"What a prosperous and beautiful scene." Gui Zhong sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he was dressed in Taoist attire. Although he attracted a lot of people's attention, the brothel girls did not greet him as a Taoist, which was a wise move.
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After getting off the boat, Gui Zhong didn't stop at the pier and walked straight into Yangzhou City.
When the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, there was a saying about the Ten Days in Yangzhou, where rivers of blood flowed and bones were like mountains. Now decades have passed, and Yangzhou City has suddenly survived the disasters of the past and is once again prosperous. The city has a large population and commerce.
It was prosperous, full of vendors, and there were countless brothels and brothels. Gui Zhong came in all the way, sighing.
First he found an inn to settle down and had a delicious meal. Then Gui Zhong went out for a stroll on the street. As he was walking, suddenly there was a lot of people in front of him, and there was a faint sound of shouting and cursing. He walked a few steps, and then he
I saw a group of men in short-sleeved uniforms. All of them had dark skin, strong muscles, and fierce faces. They were holding various swords and weapons in their hands. At first glance, they looked like they were not ordinary people, but mafia figures licking blood from the blades of their swords.
"Eh? These people are so arrogant. They walk around the streets with weapons in broad daylight, and the Yangzhou government doesn't care much about it." Feeling a little curious, Gui Zhong patted the shoulder of the person next to him. The person suddenly turned his head and said:
When he was about to curse a few words, he saw Gui Zhong dressed in Taoist attire, with delicate features and warm eyes, looking at him calmly. Somehow, the anger in his heart dissipated instantly. This was also because Gui Zhong was successful in martial arts and gradually cultivated
It has its own unique temperament, which is warm and gentle, with a Taoist harmony that makes people unable to feel bad.
"This little brother, may I ask, what kind of people were those people just now? Were they running rampant in the market without anyone taking care of them?" Gui Zhong asked the young man next to him in a gentle tone.
"Hehe, the Taoist master praised me. The group of people just now are not simple. They are the tyrants in Yangzhou. The Qinggang Salt Owls are all ferocious. Most of them have seen blood on their hands. Even the government officials
I don’t dare to take care of them. I don’t know who provoked this gang of evil spirits. It seems that they can’t be kind. Master Dao, you have to be careful and don’t meddle in other people’s business, otherwise these people are not vegetarians.”
"Oh? Qing Gang Yan Xiao?" Gui Zhong's heart moved, and he felt that it was a coincidence. This plot gave him a sense of familiarity. He thanked the young man, moved his feet a few times, and disappeared into the crowd.
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"Huh? Where did this Taoist priest go? Did he disappear in the blink of an eye?" The young man only felt that the Taoist priest he had just asked about had disappeared in the blink of an eye. This made him very surprised, but it didn't matter.
He paid more attention, shook his head and watched the excitement for a while before leaving.
Gui Zhong walked along the group of Qinggang Salt Owls. Within a moment, he saw these people arriving in front of a golden and red ornate archway. When he looked up, he saw that the three large gold characters of Li Chun Yuan were somewhat dignified.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"Don't stand in the way of the gentlemen, it's Mommy's!"
A group of men dressed in shorts, wearing white cloth headbands and green belts around their waists, holding shining steel knives or iron rulers or iron rods in their hands, entered the Lichun Courtyard, immediately alarming the many guests who were having fun inside, and a series of exclamations
The sound of laughter, laughter, and orders came to a halt, and everything stopped when the sudden change came, and the originally lively Lichun Courtyard fell silent for an instant.
Gui Zhong restrained his breath and hid in a corner of the hall. No one noticed him at this time, quietly watching the actions of the group of salt owls.
An old man in his fifties among the salt owl stepped forward and said, "Dear friends, please don't bother me." He clasped his fists and cupped his hands left and right as a sign of etiquette, and then said loudly: "My friend Jia from Tiandihui is named Jia.
Brother Lao Liujia, are you here?" He glanced at the guests present. Most of these people were made of silk and satin and had fair skin. At first glance, they looked like pampered people. Most of them were the Yangzhou salt merchants, who were extremely wealthy.
They were just here to have fun. When these people saw the old man glancing at him, they all looked a little panicked and shook their heads repeatedly.
Seeing this, the old salt lord knew that the person he was looking for was not among this group of people, and then he raised his voice and shouted: "Jia Laoliu, this afternoon you were talking nonsense in the tavern next to Slender West Lake. What did you say about the smuggled salt dealers in Yangzhou?"
If you don’t dare to kill officials and rebel, you will only smuggle and sell salt and do a small business without courage. After you have drunk the yellow soup, you yell and say that if the Yangzhou smuggled salt dealers are not convinced, they can come to Mingyufang to find you.
, aren’t we just here? Jia Laoliu, you are a good man from the Tiandihui, why did you become such a coward?”
Gui Zhong watched this opening with great interest, and then the group of salt owl made noises one after another, finally alarming one person, and immediately there was a series of battles, blood spattered, and the golden blade pierced the air. This person was naturally the notorious thief Mao Shiba.
Immediately afterwards, someone among the salt lords beat up a prostitute and provoked a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. They fought fiercely and cursed each other. In the end, the salt lords of the Qing Gang suffered many casualties and left one after another, as if they were preparing to go back to bring in reinforcements.
Soon after returning home, he saw a child walking out with blood on his body, supporting a big man with a thick beard.
"Wei Xiaobao, Mao Shiba, the storm has just begun. Is it finally going to start?" Gui Zhong didn't know what he was thinking. He saw Wei Xiaobao helping Mao Shiba leave Mingyufang Lichun Courtyard and sink into the deep outside.
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