Now, it has been nearly ten days since he went down the mountain. Chen Yu remembered that he left Qingtai only on the sixth day of May. Today is already the fifteenth day. This period of time is very short for a man like Qian Xuanzhong who is wandering the world, but he
Returning is like an arrow.
For him, many of his goals for going down the mountain have been achieved, so there is no need to stay.
Pingcheng was prosperous, but it was useless in Chenyu. In comparison, he still missed the leisure in the mountains.
I gained a lot from participating in the Dharma conference this time. Firstly, I bought a lot of books on the five internal organs, but I read a lot of them and kept them in my head. I just wait until I have time to sort them out and absorb them when I go back. Secondly, I created my own art of reborn internal organs.
, the speed of internal training can be said to be rapid, saving a lot of time and energy.
It also comes with a sound attack.
In addition, knowledge, fighting experience, interpersonal relationships, etc. have also made varying degrees of progress.
Of course, what Chen Yu was most concerned about was the unexpected discovery of the fetal breath entrenched in the Dantian, and the Qi seeds cultivated from the fetal breath.
After experiencing the strengthening of the liver caused by an extremely weak qi, he had a hunch that he seemed to have the confidence to go on the new path he had been thinking about.
The talent in martial arts is endless, and the Taoist practice is mysterious and mysterious. Only one's own fetal breath, Qi and even spiritual power are tangible, visible and can be relied on.
Not so vain and ethereal.
"Go back to the mountain! Go back to the mountain!"
After packing his bags, Chen Yu left without waiting any longer. He walked out of Pingcheng and quickly walked along the broad avenue to the dirt road.
The sun was shining brightly, and he walked through the bumpy path. Behind him was the ancient city, and he could vaguely hear the roar of people.
But it had nothing to do with him and just went in the direction of Po Tao Temple.
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Compared to the previous trip, the return trip was much smoother.
At least that's what Chen Yu thought at first. However, within twenty miles, he was unlucky enough to encounter a group of refugees.
His clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy, his face was thin and yellowish, and his whole body exuded the rotten air of rotten wood, and he did not look like a living person.
Staying away from him, he frowned and left, unwilling to meddle in other people's business.
"Five Dou Immortals..."
A group of people continued to kneel and worship facing the north, muttering in their dry mouths, their voices hoarse, like iron sand grinding against animal skin.
When Chen Yu passed by, he listened to a few words. It seemed that he was not a local, but came from the north.
After walking another ten miles, we entered another county.
He frowned and looked around, looking at the many beggars who fell in groups on the roadside.
This road can barely be regarded as an official road. I still remember that I didn't encounter any of these on the way when I came here.
As we walked along, the situation did not get better, but intensified. It was not until we entered Chenzhong that the refugees disappeared.
"What happened to the north again?"
Pingcheng is close to Taoyang, which is considered to be the northern one among the counties in Guangyong. Further east is Taiding Prefecture, which is already the easternmost part of Xizhou. It is only separated from Jiangzuo by a large river and two Gaolong Mountains.
After crossing Jiangzuo and Jiangyou, we are not far from Hexi.
We are already approaching the Central Plains.
From what I saw and heard, most of the refugees spoke the dialect north of Taiding, which was quite different from the dialect spoken in Guangyong and even Xizhou.
Fortunately, I can still understand it.
Five Fighting Immortals... Chen Yu remembered that there seemed to be a disaster in Hejian and Hebei. Many ghosts and ghosts appeared there to cause trouble. Bai Lian, who had changed his religion, was one of them.
According to what I heard in the past few days in Pingcheng, along with the White Lotus Sect, there are many wild sects such as Wu Dou Dao in the Cholera River. Although they are not orthodox Taoists, they are wearing a skin. They cannot call wind and rain, but with the help of the sky.
The true king pretends to be a magician, but he still dares to fool the people, and he is quite courageous.
Wu Dou Dao, also known as Wu Dou Sect, is actually not a Taoist sect, but a complete martial arts sect. It does not teach Taoism and does not preach Taoism. Its name is similar to Wu Dou Mi Tao, which is the Taoist inheritance of Zhenger Ba Jing.
It is closely related to Taiping Road, which is quite prosperous today.
As for the Five Fighters Sect, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cult. What it does is not any more noble than the White Lotus Sect today. Everyone in the north is shouting and beating them.
But perhaps the right time, place, and people are all right, and this kind of low-level sect can stir up troubles, and its momentum becomes stronger day by day.
This has a lot to do with the government.
He heard from Taoist Jiang that the north was about to be abandoned, and the court was currently struggling with only two points. One was to establish an imperial foundation and consolidate orthodoxy. After singing on each hilltop, I would come to the stage. There was a smoky atmosphere in Jianye City.
The other one was to congratulate the old Queen Mother on her fiftieth birthday. It was rumored that the Minister of Rites recommended that a thousand steps to climb the heavens should be built, which would cost tens of millions of dollars.
As for the displaced people in the North, from the gatekeepers to the Gongun princes, few really paid attention to it. At most, they only paid lip service to it and used it as a means to criticize others.
Otherwise, it would not be possible. Until now, from March to mid-May, for two full months, the Puppet Qi still occupied a large territory and dozens of cities, and they have not yet been completely defeated.
And the left wind fortress guarding the north has been lost for more than a month.
It has never been recaptured.
The nearby generals and princes are still wrangling over the remaining details. God knows when the final decision will be made.
Shaking his head and sighing, although Chen Yu did not have the same concern for the country and the people as Taoist Jiang, he still felt compassion after witnessing everything.
It's a pity that he knows very well that the great virtue can help the world, but now he is alone, and he has no support in his mind. He was uneducated and incompetent in his previous life, and even if he wants to change anything in this life, he can't do it at all.
"That's all."
He thought and recalled the spring millet planted in the temple.
In the future, if we can really cultivate high-yield grain seeds that can produce thousands of kilograms of grain per square acre, maybe...
It's still early days and nothing is known yet.
The sun came to the mountainside, and the glow dimmed.
The cry of crows is like weeping blood, which can be heard in high places and far away.
"Niubi! Hand over the money!"
On the way, I didn't know where these people came from. Chen Yu looked at each other. There were fifteen or six people gathered together, and they were very violent. But the North dialect revealed that they were not locals, at least not from Guangyong.
The dialect in Xizhou is unique, or perhaps there are hundreds of dialects in the entire southwest, making it difficult to understand people across the mountains. This is a common thing in my memory.
In front of me, a dozen foreigners gathered.
He looked around and saw that the condition of these people was undoubtedly much better than what he had seen before. The man who acted as the leader still had some flesh on his face and his body was strong, and it was not like he was constantly hungry.
"After traveling so far, don't let the White Lotus Sect take advantage of you and seduce you again."
Chen Yu said some words that the homeless gangsters couldn't understand, and then stepped out.
Bang!
The leader felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and two yellow teeth flew out of his mouth, dripping with blood.
He became dizzy and eventually fell down and passed out.
Without looking at him, Chen Yu quickly eliminated this group of gangsters who had just transformed from refugees.
And turned them from gangsters into prisoners.
He asked a few questions briefly, and sure enough, the drought in the north was not abating, and there were more and more refugees. In addition, there were several rebels who came and went in the area, fighting endlessly, so many people ran to the south with their families.
Hedong is the first choice, but there are officers and soldiers stationed there, and many cities have refused refugees from entering the city due to insufficient food storage. As for the south of the Yangtze River, there is a large swath of rivers across the river, and in recent months, the river corridor has made it even more difficult to go, and it is even more chaotic than Hejian.
So I came to the west.
In comparison, although the southwest states are remote, they can even be considered a paradise here.