It's cold and windy in September, and it's the end of the year and the beginning of winter.
"It's been half a year since I went down the mountain."
Outside the tile-roofed house, Yin Wennian stroked his beard and looked into the distance. He saw that the Taoist's face was a little older than last year, but he was still neatly groomed. Only his clothes looked white after being washed too much.
Walking down from Zhenwu Mountain, walking in the human world, pursuing the elusive and unknown blessed land of immortals, but in the end there is no success at all, which is sad.
"Taoist Priest, it's getting cold. Please go inside to rest and warm up for a while."
A man and a woman walked out and brought hot soup to the old man with a smile.
"The two laymen are interested."
Looking at the carrot head huddled behind the couple's legs, the old man dispersed his helpless sadness and rubbed the little boy's head kindly with a smile.
Drinking the soup, it was bland and tasteless, but it dispelled the chill caused by the cold wind.
The world is miserable and miserable, and it’s hard for people to still have kind thoughts.
The cold wind blows from east to west, from south to north.
Yu Qimeng was also on the road. He set off again, marking this place in the mountain forest on a leather scroll and outlining the text to avoid forgetting it.
There is a secret here, he thought, and tried breathing in the forest. The effect was extraordinary. It was much better than other places in the outside world. A faint spiritual sense touched him in the blur. When Yu Qimeng stepped into it, he felt inexplicably close to him.
It was as if the dust had been blown away and it became calmer and calmer.
But I don’t know the root cause, and I don’t know the reason. The old Taoist priest exhales one after another, steps on the heaven and earth, walks in the five elements formation of the Taoist sect, and calls out to the gods and all kinds of magic, but it is all in vain.
In fact, it was also expected that if we go by the speculations of everyone on Yuanyang Peak and the inferences of Taoist friend Xuancheng, even if the Taoist methods left by the previous sages are true, they may belong to the category of ancient methods and are not suitable for today.
It's useless right now, so it belongs on its own.
"Old trees can still be replaced by new shoots, and ancient methods may not be reincarnated and rekindled in the world."
After leaving Yuanyang Peak, everyone dispersed. Later, Yin Wennian corresponded with Yu Qimeng, describing the discussions he had with many true cultivators at Zhenwu Mountain. Their opinions seemed to be very different from what they discussed at the time. They all believed that the new method had great potential and relied on it.
It is made by ancient methods and may be carried forward for hundreds of generations.
It is a pity that the world was ups and downs later, and Song Yiyun in the west faced off against the imperial court. The fight was fierce, and everywhere was noisy, and ambitious people emerged in large numbers.
Bandits were rampant, the post stations were deserted, and official roads were cut off. The correspondence became less and less day by day. In the end, they could not see each other for more than a month.
Later, Yu Qimeng placed the Taoist boys in Zhengyuan Temple and went down the mountain to search for Taoism. Since then, there has been no contact with them.
"I don't know if fellow Taoist Xuancheng is diligent now. He must have understood the changes of the six qi, and there will be times when he can ride the wind..."
Yu Qimeng was full of energy and took a step forward. His strength was aroused, and the contaminated grass blades fell off one after another.
After more than two months of enlightenment, even though he still didn't know what was in the forest, the environment with extremely rich aura of heaven and earth still benefited the old Taoist priest a lot. The cultivation of various acupuncture points in his body alone made a lot of progress.
At this moment, strands of internal energy are accumulated in dozens of acupoints, waiting for him to further open the joints and apertures before they can be unified into one body.
Nurturing the body, concentrating the body... Yu Qimeng took a big step forward on this new road with no reference, with the help of the unexpectedly discovered 'treasure land'.
In fact, the locking of the great orifice has been completed. At first, the essence was drawn from the "Yuhua Dongting Miaolu", "Meridian Generation Diagram", "Wanfu Longyang Method" and other scriptures, and then based on the experience of Yuanyang Mountain, combined with the Taoist Zhang Shiguan
He created his own technique to focus on the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Transform the outside and control the inside, refining the inner Qi.
Since practicing this book "The True Interpretation of Yuhua Dongting", many places have been revised and improved. At the same time, Yu Qimeng's mastery of acupuncture points has also improved.
Now, in addition to the four thousand small orifices and the more than 20 large orifices of the human body's joints that have been recorded in Qihuang's technique, he has also locked in five large orifices unknown to ordinary people through this skill and the internal energy flowing in the body.
Nearly thirty pieces in total.
The old Taoist priest has thought about it so far and is quite familiar with these acupuncture points. It is not difficult to open them like other small orifices.
But Yu Qimeng walked very steadily, taking care of himself three times a day, always checking himself, predicting the consequences and responses to the big orifice. Even if it seemed to his colleagues that it was a waste of time, the veteran was happy with it.
He likes this feeling of accumulation very much. If you don't accumulate steps, you won't reach a thousand miles. If you walk slower now, you can walk higher in the future.
After leaving the dense forest and crossing Yaoshan Mountain, Yu Qimeng continued to the northwest. It was not enough to sleep in the open air. Half a month later, he arrived in Changzhou.
"When people's hearts are distracted, disaster is coming!"
Changzhou, known as the Pearl of the Northwest, is now a desolate scene, sparsely populated, and everyone looks like dry wood, with a sallow complexion and thin skin.
Originally, he didn't have much expectations for Song Yiyun, a butcher, but it was obvious that his ability to govern the people was as expected.
I inquired on the way to Qimeng and learned that several conquests had been carried out in the northwest since last year. At the same time, heavy taxes had been imposed. The butcher of the Song Dynasty euphemistically claimed to restore the world, and everyone had a responsibility, but in fact he was amassing money wantonly and exploiting the people.
, the subordinate generals even created clever names and used various tricks frequently, making the people miserable.
"There was a severe drought the year before last, and the government government had too much relief money. The victims were left homeless and homeless, but the money was eaten up by the officials..."
"This year's locust plague has brought more money to control locusts..."
"There are also money for raising integrity, money for official warehouses, money for generals..."
A pedestrian who used to do a small business told the old Taoist that his family originally had a wife and children, and the family was well-off. However, now that his wife and children were separated, his parents died of illness, and his family was no longer able to survive. He lamented and had the will to die.
Yu Qimeng's face was heavy, and he had no other choice but to move his inner energy secretly, trying to adjust the breath of the other person's body, which was draining away his vitality like a funnel.
Trying hard to maintain the flame of life like a candle in the wind.
The old Taoist tried his best to comfort him and said in a gentle tone: "Observe all things, and observe where hardships are. You can always know. It is really pitiful for a layman to encounter misfortune. However, the wind and rain can be tempered. Can you survive the troubled times and preserve your life in troubled times, inheriting the friendship of your relatives and clan?"
As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live, but what will happen to the other party in the end? The old man who left behind a bag of dry food and a dime of silver did not know. He set off on the road, crossed the city and the official village, and headed towards the depths of Yaoshan Mountain.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The inner energy is growing stronger, the Tao is becoming more and more sophisticated, and the spiritual awareness of Ruoyouruowu comes into play again. Compared with Yin Wennian's purely luck-based methods, it has been '
Yu Qimeng of "The Immortal Enters a Dream" undoubtedly has a keener perception of the spirituality of heaven and earth, so he can rely on it to find spiritually abundant nodes in the vast world.
It's just that the old Taoist doesn't know the true identity of these nodes, and he has no way to explore the deeper secrets. Until now, all he can do is discover, record, and practice some practice near the spring.
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On the day when Yu Qimeng left Changzhou, Song Yiyun arrived with his generals. He had 50,000 elite soldiers under his command, all of them were horsemen and soldiers, and their flags were flying all over the sky.
The next day, the rebel rebel Song Yiyun from the northwest launched a surprise attack on the Generalissimo's brigade in the west. Since the autumn harvest had been suspended since July, March had not been around yet, and the two sides once again started a new round of fighting.
Only this time, Song Yiyun was clearly prepared.
Soon after, a piece of news reached the Zhengxi Camp.
The southern defense line is broken!
Several passes near Xiazhou and Yining were unexpectedly attacked by a force of troops from Baizhou across the Jinjiang River in just two days.
The opponent took advantage of Fuzhou and rushed out of the area where the local generals were supposed to be stationed in Daliang. By surprise, they penetrated the entire southern line.
Crash! All the wooden military orders on the table were pushed away and smashed to the ground.
"Rebel!"
"They are all rebels!!"
General Zhengxi's eyes were about to burst, his eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Five battalions of troops and six strongholds!"
"Thirty thousand! Thirty thousand!"
He roared, pulled out the sword from his waist with a clang, and aimed it viciously at everyone under the desk.
"That's 30,000 pigs! If we put them on the Jinjiang River, it would take ten days to catch them all!"
"Hehehe... Thirty thousand people armed with strong weapons and abundant food and grass were gone in two days?"
"waste!"
Bang! The long sword struck the table, leaving deep marks.
Under the tent, all the generals were as silent as cicadas, not daring to bear his thunderous rage.
However, in the hidden area, there were also a few generals who quietly looked at each other with the scribes, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised.