Longchuan City received the heaviest snow this year.
The cold wind is much colder than in previous years. Every household is closed and rarely goes out. There are few pedestrians on the street. Only the policemen from the Yamen patrol around and shovel the snow on the roads.
In the backyard of the Heavenly Sin Division's training camp, an empty field was usually used as a practice place for people in the yamen. At this time, it was deserted. Everyone was warming themselves by the fire and blowing water, and even discussing which Goulan to go to after work to have a drink and listen to some tunes.
They are all people with a salary, so they are not short of money.
Zhao Liangjiu walked into the training ground carrying an old wooden sword.
This sword was given to him by his father when he first started practicing swordsmanship. He cut it with his own hands overnight and kept it in his house for many years.
I took it out today.
Why did you take this wooden sword? Because the commonly used Qingshuang sword was broken!
Gu Nian'an stood under the eaves, looking at Senior Brother Zhao's desolate appearance. He didn't know what happened. A high-spirited man who had returned from the South China Sea with a smile and subdued the dragon last time and clinked glasses with him suddenly became taciturn.
I've been in this state for several days.
The man in front of me was known as the Sword Immortal Miaozi many years ago and was a leader among the descendants of the Heavenly Sin Division. It was really hard to imagine what could make him sink like this.
"In my hometown, if you fight with others in a sword fight, if you lose half a move, you will have to lose 30% of your cultivation. I, Liangjiu, lost to you with my sword, but I will not lose my cultivation, and I will keep my legs and feet. It's not that I'm afraid of pain, it's
Your body, hair, and skin are all given to you by your parents, so don’t dare to do anything about it!”
In the courtyard, he said these words to God without any end.
Then the man in the snow crouched down slumped around the corner, with only a wooden sword in hand.
"Isn't your home in Longchuan City? No. 92, Xiangyun Street." Gu Nian'an put his hands in his sleeves and looked at it. He didn't understand why Brother Zhao mentioned his hometown. He remembered that their two families were not far away.
They are all in affluent areas, and have lived a very prosperous life since childhood.
But living in this world, everyone knows that once you talk about hometown, girls, parents far away, etc., it will definitely feel like snow in your heart, chilling your happy heart.
What a hurdle this is that cannot be overcome.
"I'm talking about ancestral home." Zhao Liangjiu thought for a long time, looked at Gu Nian'an and said.
Then.
The practitioner, who was not too young, had tears in his eyes, smiled sadly, stood up, pointed the wooden sword at the wall, and broke it hard.
Since then, there has been no news about Zhao Liangjiu, the young swordsman in the world of spiritual practice.
This Qingshuang swordsman, who had already become famous all over the world, left the swordsmanship overnight with the most decisive desolation.
In the biting snow, he said one last word to himself.
"No more sword practice."
He wants to practice grappling.
Didn't the Taoist priest of Lingxian Temple break the sword with his bare hands? If you want to subdue the opponent, grabbing the hand is a good direction.
…
"Ha~"
In the far northwest of Longchuan City, at Lingxian Temple in Taoyuan County, Su Fei was chopping firewood with his hands in the heavy snow.
The scene of killing a sword with bare hands made him feel quite exciting after many days.
I admire my talent of diamond bone skin very much.
He had never thought that his hands could be used as weapons, so when he didn't want to draw his sword in the future, he could just chop with his hands.
Sometimes I really don’t want thunder to happen when I draw my sword.
Especially when slaughtering little demons.
"Bangzi, did I grab it from the right to the left that day, or from above?" Su Fei asked the bear demon who was watching him chop wood with his bare hands.
Bangzi sat in the thick snow, raised his head, thought for a while, and said, "It seemed like he just stretched out his hand and grasped the blade of the sword, and then the fake sword broke into pieces."
"What a fake sword. That's a good sword. You still have a big problem with your wording now," Su Fei said. "In the future, if you want to shoulder the heavy responsibility of our immortals to watch and protect the merit box, then you must have a certain level of speaking skills."
"I bought you a book from the city two days ago. Remember to read it every day and ask about any words you don't understand."
Su Fei decided to improve Bangzi's status in the temple. Now many people know that there is a black bear in Lingxian Temple. When the time comes, let him guard the merit box and sell incense, so that he can have more time to rest.
The black bear said oh, seemingly reluctant.
It seems that reading and literacy is more painful than farming.
"Okay, bring these firewood into the palace, let's have hot pot tonight," Su Fei clapped his hands and glanced at the heavy snow in the sky: "Snowy weather goes well with hot pot."
"What's so delicious about the pot?" Bangzi muttered and began to work hard to carry the firewood.
Su Fei looked at the grunting bear demon. It was a few times bigger than before, and its appetite had increased a lot. But its wisdom seemed to have been fixed. Every time it felt that it might be smart, it would let you know its wisdom at the end.
Unchanged.
Living on the mountain, although Su Fei can easily travel between the town and Lingxian Temple, he spends most of his time guarding the mountain. He tries to obtain many ingredients in the mountain, and only those salt and sugar items will be purchased in the city.
Because in the plot opened by Bangzi, in addition to planting corn, other crops were also planted, and even a small amount of millet was planted.
Currently, we can’t eat fresh vegetables in winter, but in other seasons, we can eat fresh fruits and vegetables at any time.
He plans to cover a piece of land with a greenhouse when the time comes. He has thought of a way to do it, using an array to do it, and using the movement of spiritual energy to add a protective cover to the outside of the land to maintain the temperature.
…
Winter will eventually pass.
When spring comes, so does Niu San Dao.
Came with tea, bacon and newly brewed rice wine.
This time I came here not to invite Taoist priests to catch cunning bandits.
Starting last year, the banditry situation in Taoyuan County has improved. It is said that it is related to the destruction of the Blood Evil Cave. The bandits say that there are Taoist priests who specialize in killing monsters and bandits in the mountains. This spread from ten to ten, and the more evil it became, the more evil they were, so they all moved. Next door
Neighbors such as Yuyang County and Valley County are experiencing widespread banditry and are suffering unspeakably.
Su Fei also heard about it, but he didn't know if this was considered energy conservation.
This time, we came here because several villages that depended on a river called Qingyuan River for food had an inexplicable cutoff in the upper reaches, causing the villagers to have difficulty with water.
It was a trivial matter, so the county government also sent out experts to handle the case, and they found the problem, which was that it was intercepted by someone upstream, so they opened up the intercepted part and released water.
As a result, it was blocked again overnight.
Repeatedly several times, it made people miserable.
In desperation, I had no choice but to go out and hire help. I visited several small sects and spent a lot of money. In the end, I couldn't find a solution. Even if I kept vigil, I couldn't figure out who blocked the river.
Su Fei has been thinking about the upcoming Buddhist ceremony at the Great Buddha Temple recently. Now Buddhists all over the world have received the notice and will rush to the Great Buddha Temple before the autumnal equinox.
The conspiracy behind the Great Buddha Temple will be revealed with his arrival.
So he didn't want to get involved in such a small matter at all.
But Niu Sandao Xiaozhi couldn't stand it and moved him emotionally, saying that the villagers couldn't farm without water, and they couldn't eat without land.
The downstream village suspected that the upstream village was responsible for the incident, and went to ask questions with farm tools. As a result, several villages started quarreling with each other. If the county government hadn't sent troops there, there would have been another armed fight.
Fighting with weapons often occurred throughout the Dasheng Dynasty, and the villagers were tough and often resulted in deaths.
So I went down the mountain and followed Niu Sandao to the place where the incident occurred to see what weird thing was blocking people's water sources.
It was only when we arrived at the scene that the crisis plot emerged.