Chapter 195: The law cannot be passed lightly (Part 2)
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Unfortunately, even so, the army still did not move forward. At most, some small groups were sent out occasionally to come and go.
The two parties had a great fight, but it caused hardship to the ordinary people who were struggling to survive in the three states.
Xizhou is relatively good. Only a few counties on the edge have experienced military disasters. On the contrary, Tuofang and Liqu are separated by a mountain and are hundreds of miles away.
There are many demons who rape, kidnap and even cook cannibals.
"Deserves to be killed!"
In the tea house, a group of people were filled with indignation. It turned out that there were refugees who had fled from the lower government of Tuofang in the southeast. The rickety old woman burst into tears and protected her grandson begging. During the conversation, she confided that her son and daughter-in-law had died on the road.
Everyone felt a little moved with sympathy when they heard this.
There are large armies entrenched on the west, north and east sides of the mountain.
Liqu had already fallen into the flames of war.
The local people were miserable. Some were kidnapped by the natives to be used as pawns and cannon fodder, while others fled into the mountains to escape the troubled times.
The rest who were able to walk also left, either to the state capital further east, or to cross the mountains to avoid the smoke and then entered Xizhou.
Guangyong Mansion is a little further away, but now it is barely maintaining peace.
"You really deserve to be killed!" Someone drank tea and agreed, but it was a scholar holding a card maker, a feather fan, and a cloth scarf on his head.
One in front and one behind, the two should be killed slightly differently.
"Those natives are hateful, they eat human flesh, they are worse than animals!"
Listening to someone's intervention, everyone in the building spoke freely. Ever since the war started, Butcher Song had left Guangyong with a large number of soldiers and marched to the southeast. Now, not only Pingcheng, but the atmosphere in dozens of surrounding cities is more lively than it was a few days ago.
, and get rid of a lot of depression.
"The Butcher of the Song Dynasty was not bad either. As a general of Zhenxi who was appointed by the imperial court, he was responsible for pacifying the armies in the southwestern part of the country. The Marquis of Anyang... actually did not want to serve his superiors, and could not calm the people and relieve disasters. They were only dozens of miles apart.
, the troops are stationed like turtles, but they are too cowardly to fight."
Tea is not like wine, which cannot make people drunk. Therefore, your words and my words are more or less measured, because the butcher is not unreasonable. He once chopped off the heads of people who talked nonsense with a big knife.
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At the beam of the room, a glimmer of three-color light invisible to ordinary people rose. Green, silver, and gold were all soft and soft.
Chen Yu, who had opened up the wonderful scene, listened to the people below him chatting about the mountains, while sorting out what he had gained from the previous interior scenes.
The interior scenery here in Pingcheng is indeed not bad. I didn't search carefully when I came back last time, but now I finally found it after digging three feet into the ground.
First, there are the secret treasures in the interior: a dusty stone spoon and a gorgeous gilded feather coat.
The former was conceived from an ivy several feet high. It was attached to the outer wall of Chengyuyuan, and its roots spread far and wide. Chen Yu looked carefully and confirmed that this was the source of his attraction.
"I didn't expect it was really because of those beans."
The Bigu Bean has not been preserved to this day, but there is a spiritual power inside it. Perhaps it was accidentally integrated into the interior, causing some inexplicable changes, and it has survived to this day.
Even the ivy is surrounded by vines, perhaps there is a reason for this.
The spoon, which was a secret treasure, hung on the top. After Chen Yu took it easily, the raw material disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared.
Another secret treasure comes from a moving water stream.
The transparent, golden feathers floated in it. When they met him, they had some aggressive tendencies, but were then completely wiped out by his spiritual power.
With the two secret treasures in hand, plus the rule of law that he had not researched before, Chen Yu now has a lot of interior secret treasures in his hands. There is room for experimentation or crushing and absorption.
Keeping it in his body for now, he would have to break it into pieces when he went back later. He could feel that while resisting the various thoughts, the wonders were rapidly being consumed. When it could no longer be maintained, mental strength would be needed.
This time there was no ointment to restore the condition, and the cassock was also in ruins.
After calming down, Chen Yu stayed in the interior of Chengyuyuan for a short time and basically figured out some things.
He is now planning to go to Yuanyang Peak to see how his Yuanshen seed is doing, and then return.
Everyone in the teahouse below me was still discussing, some shouted that the world was difficult, and some whispered to curse Butcher Song.
Chen Yu couldn't care less about the chaos and left. Before leaving, an invisible silver light fell from the sky, split into three parts and merged into the necks of an old man and a young man who were wandering cowardly at the door but with few people watching over them.
Immediately, he could see that the miserable-looking old woman among the three people quickly lost her confused state, and seemed to be filled with some vitality. She was not full of energy, but she was still active.
She lowered her head and looked at her two grandchildren lovingly. There was a little more fire in the old woman's eyes. For some reason, she seemed to have extra hands out of thin air to calm the sorrow and pain in her mind. She also had to take care of her grandchildren and could not let her son and daughter-in-law die in vain.
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I won’t say much about what happened after his death. Chen Yu did not have the ability to take care of the people in the world, so he tried his best to help when he met someone. This was his true intention. He was not a compassionate person, but he did not lose all empathy.
"It is said that immortals have no sorrow or joy, and are free from the secular world. They almost regard all things as stupid dogs, and regard evil people, good people, beautiful people, ugly people, kind people, friends and enemies as equals."
True? False?
Chen Yu didn't know. He only knew that what he cultivated was to follow one's nature and follow one's heart. There were not as many bells and whistles as in the story. Regardless of state or technique, from beginning to end, including spiritual energy, spiritual liquid and other cultivation resources, all relied on hand rubbing.
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"I shouldn't be like that."
What's the point of being a legendary clay sculpture? He was more comfortable living in the mountains, sometimes farming, sometimes exploring and cultivating.
Unconsciously, Yuanyang Peak arrived.
He couldn't help but shut down the wonderful scenery on the road. At this moment, he relied on his remaining mental strength to resist the human thoughts. Fortunately, this area was quiet enough, so the human thoughts were not too confusing.
As soon as he arrived in front of the pavilion, before he could look for it, a small figure came into his eyes - the little crowned girl at that time?
Of course, the girl was not wearing a crown, her robe was loose, and she could tell she was young, with a round and pink face.
Chen Yu stepped forward, followed the other person, and looked at the girl holding a tall pile of books, a dozen or so. She was so tired that it was much higher than her forehead.
A pair of big black eyes darted from left to right, and he staggered as he walked.
After walking for a while, his senses were relaxed, but he still couldn't sense the existence of the soul seed. Is the male Taoist boy not here today?
Soon he realized that he had misunderstood - it was not that the Taoist boy was gone, but that the seed of his soul had dried up and withered, and there was no trace left.
Lying in the corner under the ribs, with only a shriveled layer of skin left, the seeds almost spilled out.
Chen Yu was silent for a moment, then waved it away.
Looking forward, he saw two Taoists, one large and one small, sitting cross-legged opposite each other. The latter was sitting upright and stern. The little Taoist boy, who was not a Taoist, was blushing and looked a little funny.
However, unlike before, the Taoist boy who was mentally affected and became much smarter gritted his teeth and persisted without scratching his head and ears.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and the Taoist boy shivered instinctively. Looking around, he realized that the master's ruler had been quietly placed beside him - the sound came from not far from the opposite side, the boy wearing a crooked bun. The pretty girl's eyes were red, and she leaned over helplessly to pick up the scriptures on the ground.
The Taoist boy glanced at the Taoist with a gray beard in front of him, then gritted his teeth and stood up, trembling on his hands and feet, as if he wanted to help the stupid sister tidy up before the Master entered meditation and woke up.
Chen Yu took this scene into his eyes, and then saw the old Taoist priest beside him who had been motionless, his eyebrows slightly pressed, and a faint smile faintly outlined under his beard.
The close friendship between children will inevitably make the elderly a little moved.
On the side, another outsider's focus is different - most of the soul seeds have spilled out, but the remaining ones have been absorbed by the little boy. Under the influence, the other person looks much smarter than before. .
Chen Yu nodded. It seems that compared to the effects of pure spiritual surrender, the seed of dividing the soul is gentler, calmer, and more effective.
But...why hasn't spirituality changed?
Wisdom has little impact on spirituality... Not only that, I haven't seen it before. The old Taoist priest next to me now is, not surprisingly, the semi-reclusive Yu Qimeng. His life experience is quite legendary, and there have been rumors about him among the people. I have received guidance from a certain Taoist Taoist master.
However, the Yuanshen body floated in the air and his expression became weirder and weirder. How come this famous true cultivator is not even as spiritual as the apologetic girl who was twirling her little finger?
Is it possible that there is a relationship between spirituality and age?