The content of this chapter is being typed by hand. When you see this text, please refresh later to see if the page has been updated. If it has not been updated for a long time, please contact us through the feedback below
us!
At this special moment, please collect and support: (www.sodu777.net) Those Years of Farming in the Mountains Search Novel Network
Song Yue is only ten years old this year. Three years ago, he and his five-year-old sister were brought back to Yuanyang Peak Mountain from Baizhou by their current master, Yu Qimeng, to take care of them.
Although the little Taotong felt that reading a book made people's eyes sore, he liked the current life. The mountains were cold and cold, but he had birds as companions and his sisters were well-behaved and sensible, and they were each other's playmates, so it was not boring.
There are many books in the pavilion, as well as some objects brought back by Master from other places, including tall stone statues, slender wood carvings, and some exquisite and impressive mechanical creations.
Song Yue didn't like reading, but he went to the pavilion where the books were stored frequently.
"I don't know what Master has been busy with these past few days, day and night. If I don't get up early to take care of myself, I won't have any food in the morning, so I will be hungry all morning."
The ten-year-old Taoist boy went to the kitchen with a lantern, took off his robe, then carried the firewood to the courtyard and chopped it into several pieces. He gathered some hay and velvet, stuffed it into a basket on his back, and carried it all to the stove.
The stove was half as high as his body. He shook his head, lifted a wooden stool to place it under his feet, then took a fire stick and threw the sparks into the straw.
Huh-huh!
The blowing swelled the cheeks, and the red face was reflected in the mouth of the stove. After a long time, a trace of fire rose, and billowing smoke flew out from it.
After wiping his sweat, Song Yue jogged to the edge of the desk, straightened his waist, dangled his little hand, and finally touched a kitchen knife.
The master was so immersed in his work that he couldn't bear to be disturbed and couldn't do anything else. He could only imitate some of the morning food that Yu Qimeng made in his memory.
"Well——, let's just mix green vegetables with cucumber today!"
He couldn't name the green vegetables. He just remembered that they were a kind of wild vegetables. Fortunately, the master went to the back of the mountain to pick some and came back a few days ago. There was still a lot left. Song Yue looked through it and felt that he could go there even after eating it.
It's not difficult to identify if you look for it in the back mountains.
Click!
Cutting it off with a knife, the Taoist boy carefully rolled up the cuffs on his slender arms, looked at it with a pair of fierce eyes, and kept his fingers slightly away from the blade.
After some operations, the thickness of the cucumbers varied, but Song Yue didn't care too much, compared to his master who didn't care.
"This rice cereal is quite delicious."
These were not cold dishes. He couldn't tell what seasonings were on the counter, so he could only put the dishes into the pot and cook them together. Needless to say, the rice noodles produced in this way were really good.
Even if he is a bit soft-spoken, at least he is highly regarded by his sister Song Yao.
It was with this affirmation that Song Yue patted his chest and picked up the daily morning food, getting up half an hour earlier than usual.
Yawn! He patted his mouth sleepily and rubbed his eyes to refresh himself. The Taoist boy squatted on the wooden bench and put bundled firewood into the stove one by one.
The flame was bright red, imprinted on his face, making it slightly hot.
Backyard, open space.
Yu Qimeng knew nothing about what was going on in the kitchen. He had really been completely immersed in practice these days, studying the secret method of awakening that he had figured out.
With the elixir at hand, you can feel a trace of warm and cool air swirling in every orifice.
However, after the initial excitement, he stopped and took the breath further out of the acupoints and buried it in his body.
Although it resonated with Qi and blood and seemed to be able to fuse with some special energy, he was not like this. Every time he wanted to do this, his increasingly sensitive intuition would give off an inexplicable warning.
It was not palpitation or fear, but an inexplicable reminder that made him dare not continue.
It seems that as long as you take this step, your Qi and blood may be greatly improved, but you will lose something extremely important.
After Yu Qimeng thought about it several times, he still stopped. It was not that he believed in these mythical things, but because he knew too little about the relevant aspects. Regardless of the acupoints, qi and blood, or the elixir itself, these things seemed unfamiliar.
"What Suo Ling opens is not so much an acupoint, but a secret buried deep within the body. It was not discovered in the past, but now it is opened by the elixir."
Rub the center of your eyebrows to relieve the pain in your brain.
If you want to truly dig out the secrets in this area, you have to start with the art of Qihuang.
However, Yu Qimeng was called a true cultivator, and he boasted that he had read tens of thousands of books and scriptures, but he did not know much about the art of Qihuang, or it was not in-depth, and he was only limited to a few potions, earthwork, and some ordinary
It's just pathology.
"The old Taoists do not practice the alchemy cauldron method, and there are only a few doctors who know it. It seems that we need to invite some old friends and colleagues to avoid being shackled here."
He glanced at the elixirs on the side and saw that they were already dry. The existing elixirs all came from the blessed land of Shiya County and had not been found in other places. Now, even if some methods are found to seal the elixirs and slow down the loss of the elixirs, the elixirs are still there.
The fading and dulling of luster is still irreversible.
"Can't wait any longer!"
Yu Qimeng pulled away from the chaotic thoughts, stood up and wrote with a pen, preparing to write a letter to the Taoist friends he had made friends with for decades. Everyone thought that they could dig out more elixirs before they were completely exhausted.
clue.
"And this strange power..."
He felt the breath flowing through the acupuncture points. It was strong and powerful, much stronger than the physical force. It had the effect of nourishing flesh and blood and could stop the decline of Qi and blood in the elderly.
Swish! The writing was vigorous, and a few hundred words appeared quickly on the paper.
And just when the old Taoist priest was writing furiously.
More than two hundred miles away on Qingtai Mountain, a brown and yellow sika deer appeared in front of the Taoist temple again.
His dark eyes are very lively and his figure is strong.
There were only grass clippings and cockleburs stained on the body. I don't know where it went for fun. There were also a few traces of blood stained on the outside of the calf, soaking into the fur, but it was not serious and did not affect its movement.
Looking at the still closed courtyard door, Greedy Lu sat injured and leaned against the wall. He immediately raised his head and called out twice as if greeting an acquaintance.
YoYo!
There was silence.
The next moment, a ray of light flew out of the courtyard!
But it is a handful of clear water, and the colorful light colors are constantly rotating in the water, illuminating the sun and blooming in rainbow colors.
Wow! The rippling water poured on the head of the gluttonous deer, and the deer shook it to wash away the dirt and cocklebur on its hair.
The water flowed continuously, three fingers thick, flying over the courtyard wall and spilling down, trickling.
Sprinkle it on the wound, and slowly, you can see the blood stains disappear, along with some wounds under the fur, which quickly scab, and then the blood scabs fall off in an instant.
Yo! The Greedy Deer stood up with its hooves tapping, and there was joy in its tone. With this call, the water flowing out of the courtyard wall suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the little deer skillfully came to a corner behind the courtyard wall, looked around, and finally stopped at the original fence position. What he saw here was only an empty space, but the little deer was smart and naturally knew what was weird here.
He lowered his head and arched his head, ripples were rippling, and circles were bulging and swelling.
In an instant, it jumped to avoid it, but saw a burst of wind blowing out of the air and exploding in front of it.
Yo yo! As if laughing, the little deer continued happily.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Over and over, over and over again, until there was a slight lag on an edge, but this deer who had awakened to himself seized the opportunity, so his whole body exuded a green-white light, and he raised his front hooves high——
Yo!
A fierce thrust plunged in!
Half an hour later.
Beside the courtyard wall, the deer was hopping back.
There is still green on the edge of the mouth, and there are a few fresh flowers and plants in the mouth.
Enveloping spiritual light!
Standing on the spot, he raised his head and threw it away. Three spiritual plants flew into the wall from outside the wall. However, after hearing the sound of water entering the wall, Gululu stirred for a moment, and a water ball with an even brighter halo flew out and hit the deer.
All the injuries caused by the formation were healed, and then there was no movement.
Yo!
After barking for a while, the deer was very satisfied with the cooperation this time. After eating and drinking, he turned around and left happily.
In the backyard, under the large formation that restored calm, the medicine field was covered with hoof prints. Fortunately, I don't know if it was a coincidence or the greedy deer knew that it would not be digested after eating it, so only two or three areas were bitten, and the rest were like spiritual bamboos, fruit trees, and Yuan.
Most spiritually rich plants, such as spiritual roots, survived.
As for the peach trees and tea trees deeper inside, they are even more intact. They are flashing with rich brilliance at this moment, and their branches and leaves are stretched out in the sun.