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
Originally, this matter could be either big or small. In this great opportunity of the Southern Expedition, it could almost be ignored. Just grab and grab. This group of barbarians came and went in a hurry, and they would leave after they were fed.
In contrast, the fertile land of Nanliang attracted the attention of Manchu officials and the Emperor of Qi.
Then, the "Yulin Mansion" where Da Qi was founded was destroyed without any accident. The earliest batch of princes and nobles who were born here when the country was founded were buried there.
Including several previous kings.
It can almost be regarded as an ancestral land.
Now that it has been broken open, Yi Di, who drinks blood and hair, doesn't care about these doorways. As long as it is valuable, he will dig three feet into the ground to take it all away!
Dig the grave, dig the coffin, break the earth and open the tomb!
Fortunately, these are only some of the tribes, and not many large tombs have been explored and dug. The rest are busy collecting gold and silver from various prefectures and counties, and do not bother to say hello to the dead.
However, Qi Guo was still slapped hard on the face.
Although the graves of a few important figures were exhumed and a few of the ancestors were intact, the people of the north who lived nomadically and mostly followed the custom of sky burial did not think it was a serious matter. This made Qi, a country filled with nobles from aristocratic families, frightened!
If you want to harass, you will harass. What are you doing digging graves?
"Ignorant of etiquette! How arrogant!"
"Your Majesty! Please send troops to conquer!"
"It's unbearable, Your Majesty. The barbarians are causing chaos in Yulin, and even the ancestors of the princes have suffered misfortune..."
The ministers were crying and wailing, as if the graves of their ancestors were being dug up, but in fact it had nothing to do with them. Most of these people came to power later and were not from Yulin.
What's interesting is that the Duke of Eight Kingdoms and others who were the victims remained silent and dumb, as the old god was there.
Grave digging is a technical job, especially when the person involved does not know or covers half of his ears as if he does not know, how to tacitly dig the grave that should be dug and not touch the things that should not be touched requires rich knowledge.
experience... and a certain amount of luck.
In the forest that is nearly a thousand miles away from the capital, a group of barbarians and Yi Di who do not know a few Chinese characters will naturally not understand these leaders. Once a tomb is discovered, look at its size and dig the big one!
In the court hall, the emperor remained silent and the Dukes of the Eight Kingdoms kept their faces. A few people who wanted to bring up the important issues of the Southern Expedition were pushed back half a step out of the queue - the civil servants took action one after another, clamoring to teach these barbarians a lesson!
But who will go? Anyway, civil servants can’t carry swords to kill, so it has to fall on the heads of military commanders.
Gao Yanhong, the most capable fighter in the Northern Dynasty, was in Hejian, and Yan Chongyue, the most capable fighter in the Southern Dynasty - at least they thought this veteran was old and strong - the two of them were fighting happily, and they couldn't spare any effort to go north.
So……
"Mr. An Guo, how's the situation on the southern front?"
The emperor spoke, seemingly to greet the situation on the southern front, but in fact he was also testing the situation, or in other words, he had made a conclusion in his mind. The civil servants felt the taste and began to echo the words and suggestions, since they did not need to go to the battlefield anyway.
snort!
A muffled grunt shocked everyone, and for a moment, there was silence in the palace.
An Guogong is over fifty this year, but he is strong, strides forward, and speaks sonorously and forcefully.
After talking about the battle situation on the southern front one by one, everyone knew that this man had a close personal relationship with Gao Yanhong and was very skilled. They did not expect that his eloquence was so good.
It's not overwhelming, but it's clear enough.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could basically understand it, and they also knew the situation in Hejian in a short period of time.
"Well, since it doesn't matter, and I see that the barbarian is doing evil and rampantly, I will kill him!"
Only then did the emperor make his decision. Most of the eight princes looked not very good-looking.
Is the situation in Hejian good? It's really hard to say.
What's more, the capital of the Liang people fell into the hands of the rebels and was in danger for a while. It was a great opportunity to make contributions... The Eight Kingdoms established their families by force and put too many chips on this southern expedition, including the previous memorials to impeach Gao Yanhong.
They worked together to suppress it.
If you retreat at this time, the losses will be incalculable.
But the emperor had obviously seen their actions. In order to maintain the almost instinctive balance and keep the power in the court from tipping to one side, a new group of people needed to step up and share some of the say.
If civil servants cannot be cultivated, then the only way left is to divide them from within.
After leaving the main hall, the eight princes looked at each other in silence. The four princes beside them were in a good mood.
"To the north? To the south?"
"Dear princes, why don't you discuss it and decide whether to go there?"
…
ha!
Hey!
Ah! Holding his head, the polished wooden stick fell to his feet. Song Yue fell to the ground, rubbing his wrists and blowing air.
Opposite me, a little girl with a red face tied her short hair into a bun behind her head and clenched the wooden stick in her hand with joy.
"Hmph, brother...senior brother! Now you believe what I say!"
The girl cheered, not looking like a monk at all, while the old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the stone futon beside him stroked his beard and chuckled, happy to see the two of them playing around.
As long as he is here, nothing can be hurt.
Song Yue rubbed his butt, dusted off the dust, stood up and showed his crying face to his sister. He didn't expect that in less than two months, this girl had already mastered it - at least it was no longer on the same level as him.
.
"Qingwen, come here."
It seemed that the little Taoist boy who was officially accepted as a disciple was in a bad mood.
In the past few years, Song Yao has always been one step ahead of him in terms of literacy, memorizing Taoist scrolls, and performing Qigong exercises.
Now, the only two-handed guarding technique that he could use in front of his sister was also defeated by Qiang Zi.
It is inevitable that the little Taoist boy will be frustrated.
"Okay, come closer."
Yu Qimeng's tone was gentle and kind, but he couldn't be strict with the two little ones. Fortunately, they both listened to the master's words and soon stopped messing around. They packed up their clothes, picked up the sticks, and trotted to the Taoist.
The Taoist boy eagerly raised his little head, his face still stained with some dust from when he fell to the ground.
Yu Qimeng stretched out his hand to wipe it, and found that the sixty-year-old Taoist's palm did not look dry, but looked like he was in his early thirties, with strong energy and blood.
He caressed his forehead lightly, causing the little boy's head and feet to tremble and sway.
"Hahaha, Qingling's cultivation is ten times more serious than yours, so what's wrong with winning?"
"You don't have to put in the effort to practice vomiting - it's like one person carries water with a bucket, but you use a spoon to eat the water. The former is a bit boring, but you get twice the result with half the effort, and you always get something. The latter is just like a child, you find it boring.
, and it seems futile.”
Song Yue covered his head, broke away from his master's big hand, and hid behind his sister.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But I just can't learn...it's so difficult, Master."
Yu Qimeng smiled and said nothing, looking at the other party.
Song Yao turned around and pushed him to the old Taoist priest, "It's not difficult, brother never pays attention! Even in the morning class, he looked at the mountain mist in a daze!"
"you!"
With a shocked face, Song Yue never thought that his sister would be so 'rebellious' and directly confessed the morning class incident.
Oh? Yu Qimeng straightened his eyes and looked dissatisfied.
Then he patted Taotong's palm several times, the severity was appropriate but it still caused him pain.
"Okay, now based on the practice situation of the two of you, I will teach you another skill. You can feel the floating and swaying air of the sky and the earth and lay the foundation."
After the lecture, Yu Qimeng assigned Song Yue a task alone, which was three volumes and several inches thick!
"Let Qing Ling supervise it. Don't let your senior brother lose time."
"I understand, Master!"
Rubbing her pink fist, the little girl came to her brother's side.
He had a smile on his face and a pretty face, but in Song Yue's eyes, he looked like a tiger or a wolf.
His face suddenly fell.
…
"It's bigger again."
Out of the sky, Chen Yu arrived and began to prepare for the spiritual realm.
I find that the inferior realm surrounding the stars of my consciousness has been shattered and consumed, but the stars have indeed been nourished, and my spirituality has improved by one point.
But in comparison, this growth is completely different from the changes in the three stars in the other realm.
In particular, Greedy Deer's star has grown by more than a full circle and is almost twice as big as Brother Chicken.
On the other side, the stars of Yu Qimeng's consciousness were floating in the void outside the sky. At this moment, there was no trace, and they disappeared into the distance.
After searching for it, he couldn't find it, so he gave up and headed upward.
After returning to the mountain, he survived another thunderstorm yesterday. Chen Yu felt that the impact of the thunder was getting smaller and smaller. According to the inference, he should have reached the end of the thunder tribulation stage. After that, he would sort out all aspects and break through to a new level.
But he didn't know where the opportunity was. He wanted to come to Tianwaitian to find the feeling.
The first one is to go to the white curtain and try the power of illusion inside.