At the beginning, it was a bit difficult to write. Although I had countless ideas in my mind, it was difficult to write them down.
And Zhutou has a bad cold...
While taking medicine, my throat is very dry and my body is severely dehydrated...
In the spring of March, on the shore of the Wei River, in the ancient city of Weinan, there is spring snow.
Snow as white as silver and as fluffy as feathers fell one after another, covering the northern half of Weinan City. The snow scene in half of the city was vast, with green bricks and green tiles, all covered by a foot-thick snow.
It is springtime in the southern half of the city. Thousand-year-old peach trees with thick knots stand in the streets and alleys, exuding their fragrance in the spring sun. Crazy bees and butterflies fly back and forth between the flower stamens, and occasionally a few naughty young swallows fly by lightly.
On the treetops, these bees and butterflies were frightened and flew around.
In the ancient city and alleys, moist moss has spread a three-inch-thick layer on the simple brick walls. The edges of the bluestone strips on the alley ground are also covered with mottled green marks of moss. A pedestrian slipped and fell here, so
In many places, long lines of moss marks were formed.
The alley is located exactly in the middle of the north and south parts of Weinan City, so the northern half of the alley is covered with thick snow, while the southern half is bathed in the warm spring light. The bluestone slabs are shining in the sun, and the warm sunshine
The light made several wild dogs in the corner of the alley yawn lazily and shiver uncontrollably with their mottled fur.
Yin Xuege fell sideways in the alley. His lower body was lying in the snow, and his upper body was bathed in the spring light. There was a big swollen blood pimple on the back of his head, and a trace of blood came from the broken
It flowed out of the skin and flowed down the slightly blackened neck to the ground, attracting several fat flies to circle around his wounds.
A small book box next to him was trampled to pieces with great force, and the paper, ink, pen and inkstone were scattered on the ground randomly.
Several basic legal books such as "Civil Code" and "Military Code" were torn to pieces. The light yellow mulberry paper was like a withered butterfly, lying feebly in the snow. Near the sun, there was a trace of accumulation.
The snow melted, and the snow water soaked into the broken books, and the originally shiny ink stains were stained and messy. These books must no longer be used.
Just over a mile to the north of the mansion where he was lying, the melodious "Dayale" of the Qing Dynasty floated over.
Lin Jingfeng, the Grand Administrator of Weinan City, the third son of the contemporary Weihou, and a fifth-rank Sanshi Yunqi Dharma Guard, was banqueting guests and playing "Dayale Music". He was admiring the ten thousand-year-old snowy plum tree. It was precisely because Lin Jingfeng admired the
The Wannian Yipin Snow Plum Tree is a rare plant with spiritual roots, and the Wannian Snow Plum Tree can only bloom in full bloom during the season of heavy snowfall, so the offerings at the prefect's mansion reversed the weather and caused heavy snowfall.
In March of spring, there was heavy snowfall in the Beicheng District of Weinan Ancient City.
The goose-feather snow fell lightly on Yin Xuege's lower body, gradually piling up an inch of snow on his body. But his upper body was bathed in the warm sunshine. His upper body, wearing a jacket shirt, was exposed due to the sun.
Sweat.
The heat and cold shook each other, and Yin Xuuge's body shivered strangely. After an unknown amount of time, his body suddenly shivered. He opened his eyes and woke up from his coma.
His eyes were blurred and confused. He shook his head. The back of his head hurt sharply, and a thick layer of blood covered his neck. As he moved, the blood scabs continued to break, making his skin extremely painful.
of discomfort.
The lower half of his body was as cold as ice, and his numb body seemed to be stabbed randomly by countless sharp long needles. The stinging pain had penetrated into the bone marrow. Yin Xuege breathed hard, and he slowly moved his arms, trying his best to
After crawling on the ground for half a quarter of an hour, he finally moved his entire body into the sunlight.
The spring sunshine is warm and pure, containing endless life force, but it is not violent and unbearable.
The body that was frozen stiff by the heavy snow gradually gained a trace of warmth. The unbearable sting below the waistline gradually dissipated. Yin Xuegei let out a "shenyin" sound, and then stretched out his hand to press the wound on the back of his head. The wound was the size of a baby's fist.
Blood pimples. A small piece of skin was broken into pieces, and a thick layer of blood was already smeared on the back of the head, and the hair was completely mushy.
The palm of his hand accidentally touched the wound, and a sharp pain hit him. Yin Xuuge's vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground. He groaned, steeled himself, and gritted his teeth.
I want to hold my body up.
His hand accidentally pressed on a three-foot-long copper Thoreau stick next to him. It was as thick as his wrist, and there was a trace of blood on it. It was obvious that the stick had killed him from behind.
He gave him a heavy blow and knocked him down in this alley.
"Oops." Yin Xuege looked at the shattered books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the ground. He suddenly thought of another important thing. He reached into his arms and found two small tablets in his pockets.
Yuan Bao has disappeared without a trace, along with this month's share of Guyuan Dan that he just received from Zongxue.
Two ingots of small ingots and ten ounces of pure silver were all the expenses for his family for a month. Three Gu Yuan Dan, which can nourish essence, temper blood, and enhance physical strength, were all his cultivation resources for the next month.
Without the assistance of Guyuan Dan, the speed of cultivation will be at least doubled. Yin Xuege is already sixteen years old. According to the rules of the Yin family, if he cannot reach the hundred-jun strength by the age of eighteen, he will not be able to
Formal opening of acupoints to draw spiritual energy from underground acupoints into the body to meet the requirements for practicing the introductory chapter of the Yin family's "Yin Feng Jue" would mean that everything he could inherit would be deprived of him.
"Which animal did this?" Yin Xuuge roared angrily. He clenched his fists with both hands and hammered the ground hard.
The bluestones in Weinan City are all "green steel bars" mined from deep mountains and have been beaten for countless years without any damage. This kind of stone is several times harder than steel and cannot be crushed even by thousands of years of people driving and driving.
Leave no trace on it.
In anger, Yin Xuuge hit the ground with all his strength with both fists. He only heard a banging sound from the bones of his fists, and the pain was heartbreaking. His hands jumped up in pain, and he could no longer hold up his body. His head was heavy.
Fell to the ground.
This heavy blow left him unable to catch his breath for a long time. There was severe pain in his forehead, and the pain in the back of his head was heartbreaking. Yin Xuuge was hurting him back and forth, and he almost fainted from the pain. He endured the severe pain and lay on the ground. He breathed hard,
Slowly inhaling the air-conditioning, he slowly straightened his body inch by inch.
"Ouch? Isn't this little brother Xue Ge? How did you get hurt like this?"
The sound of steady but somewhat light footsteps came from two street patrols wearing black uniforms with red stripes, black iron tokens and narrow wind-breaking knives hanging from their waists.
Walking closer, they saw Yin Xuege holding his head and whining in pain. They hurriedly came to him.
Yin Xuuge looked at the two men and recognized that they were his father's subordinates, who were responsible for the daily security of a main street in Weinan City. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a cold wind blew from behind his head.
He felt a sudden sharp pain in his whole head. His vision went black and he fainted.
The two court servants were stunned. They reached out to support Yin Xuuge at the same time. They looked at each other, then looked at the broken books and paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the ground. They shook their heads gently and sighed.
There is no value in cleaning up these broken things on the ground. Even the ink ingots were trampled to pieces and deliberately kicked into the snow. At this moment, they were mixed with snow and water and could not be used at all. The two priests lifted the ingots.
Xue Ge supported him and left quickly along the alley.
As they walked, a slightly younger-looking priest turned his head and glanced north.
"The guests were entertained in the high hall, and the song "Dayale Music" was played. Why should such a big shot make things difficult for a child?"
"Silence, don't cause trouble for yourself."
The slightly older priest scolded him in a low voice. He cautiously glanced at the entrances of the alleys to the left and right, and subconsciously quickened his pace.
"We are people like pigs and dogs. If someone wants to tease us, it's just a matter of words. We all know that Xue Ge has been wronged, but what can you say? What can you do? What... do you dare to do?"
In the Weinan City Prefecture, eighteen large chimes were used, and the "Dayale Music", which required the talents of 108 musicians, has reached "gaochao". The eighteen large chimes emitted a high-pitched roar, and various musical instruments sang in unison.
Echoed, it turned into a light blue sound wave visible to the naked eye and shot straight into the sky, shattering the heavy snow clouds above the North City into pieces.
The black snow clouds that had blocked the North City for a whole day and night dispersed, and the warm sunshine shone down gently.
The ten-thousand-year-old snow plum tree in the Taishou Mansion that had just been successfully transplanted was wrapped in a spiritual light. Twelve worshipers of the Taishou Mansion who were proficient in transforming spring breeze into rain and activating the vitality of spiritual plants took action together. They danced around the snowy plum tree, holding magic fans in their hands.
Waving lightly.
Wood-green aura came from all directions, pouring gently into the snowy plum tree.
Seventy-two bowl-sized bloody snow plum blossoms withered at the same time. Abundant vitality was brewing in the snow plum tree, and green plums gradually grew on the withered buds. With the concerted efforts of twelve prefects,
These plums quickly turned light yellow, and then gradually became covered with a warm, moist red color, like the heart of a living thing.
Lin Jingfeng, the prefect of Weinan, who was as tall as a jade, with a face like a crown of jade, and a beautiful beard on his chin, laughed "haha", raised the jade cup in his hand, and greeted the guests in the seat loudly and cheerfully.
"Everyone, everyone, please, please, these 'three-hearted blood plums' made from ten thousand-year-old snow plums can best nourish your blood and prolong your life."
"Everyone, please share the good results with me. You can extend your life by a decade, and you can listen to "Dayale Music". It is really a happy event in life."
Yin Jiuyou, the head of the Yin family in Weinan City who was present here, looked up to the sky and smiled, raising the jade cup in his hand with a spring breeze on his face.
"The prefect is indeed the most elegant person on both sides of the Wei River. How happy and carefree you are when you enjoy "Dayale" and taste the longevity fruit?"
He proudly glanced at the guests around him - they were full of distinguished guests, all of whom were literati and heads of wealthy families in Weinan City. As the head of the Yin family, Yin Jiuyou was also an outstanding figure among these distinguished guests. He shook his head.
Swirling the wine in the glass, which was as thick and mellow as blood, he shouted loudly again.
"With such a good time, such beautiful scenery, and such an elegant event, I would like to ask you all the scholars and elegant guests to spare no effort in their talents and compose a song "Yipin Snow Plum Ode" to add a little more color to today's wonderful party."
Lin Jingfeng smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into thin lines. He raised his wine glass and gestured to several famous literati and poets on both sides of the Wei River.
"Everyone, please, please, please!"
"If a stunning and beautiful article comes out today, I will not hesitate to spend hundreds of dollars to polish it."
Several famous literati and poets wearing blue long robes, whose skirts and sleeves were washed white, changed their expressions when they heard the words, and they all showed happy smiles.
Twelve taels of silver can feed a family of three for a month; one tael of gold is worth a hundred taels of silver, which can feed a family of three for a year. A hundred golds can be used as polish. It is said that Lin Jingfeng is the most romantic person among the Marquis of Wei.
, the most elegant son, this statement is indeed true.
A beautiful maid picked three-heart plums as big as the mouth of a bowl and placed them one by one in front of many guests. Lin Jingfeng and himself happened to get a good fruit. Once they take it, they can extend their life by sixty years, exactly one year.
There is a lifespan limit for people born in heaven and earth. If ordinary people don't get sick or suffer disasters, they can only live for a thousand years. The temptation to extend one's life by a dozen years is more than a hundred gold. That is to say, Lin Jingfeng is willing to be so extravagant.
It only blossoms and bears fruit once. How can ordinary people see such spiritual roots of heaven and earth?
The poets and poets drank the wine in one gulp, grabbed the fruit and slowly ate it into their stomachs, even chewing the core of the fruit cleanly.
The benefits of extending one's life by a period of time were well and truly settled in their stomachs. Only then did these shabby-dressed literati walk to the large Panlong ink table in the middle of the hall with their faces flushed from suppressing the pain.
The wonderful pens gave birth to flowers, and every word was precious. After eating the good fruits, and being tempted by huge sums of money, the literati were full of ideas, and one after another they wrote gorgeous articles. Lin Jingfeng's face turned red and he grabbed those top-notch articles that were full of the fragrance of ink.
The paper with gold and snowflakes was recited loudly, and I felt as if I was intoxicated, mad, and completely forgot where I was.
Outside the lobby, in the corner of the verandah, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and a butler's uniform stood there with his hands lowered in a low voice.
In his sleeves, two small silver ingots with no edges and corners were pulling heavily on his sleeves, pulling out a sharp straight line.
The sky is gradually getting darker, and seven green moons rise into the sky from the east. The seven full moons are all green in color, but the blue color can also be darker or lighter. On the green moon closest to the ground, palaces and pavilions can be seen faintly.
All kinds of colorful lights are flying in the sky.
The cyan moonlight illuminated the sky and the earth, illuminated Dongzhou. It also illuminated the deserted houses of an ancient city south of the Weishui River.
The courtyard wall is mottled, and the bricks and tiles in some places are broken. It has obviously not been repaired and tidied up for several years. Grass about ten feet high has grown on the wall. I don’t know why. The weeds in this house seem to be better than those next door.
The weeds in the yard are growing stronger.
A skinny little girl wearing a blue coat and skirt was sitting blankly in the yard. It was not very cold in the spring night. She was sitting at a stone table next to a well in the yard, her head moving slowly.
taking a nap.
It can be seen that this courtyard was once luxurious.
At least there is a courtyard with front and rear access, and a side courtyard. There is also a two-acre garden behind the house. The main house in the main courtyard is neatly arranged, and the side rooms and wing rooms are also in good order. The ground is paved with large water-milled blue bricks.
, when we built this yard, we still put in a lot of effort and spent a lot of money on it.
Although it seems to have faded a bit due to its less popularity now, it still looks like the same thing.
The main courtyard, the main room, and the back bedroom.
On the large bed made of Venus fire-patterned ebony wood, Yin Xuuge, who was fully groomed, slept there with a frown on his face.
His brows were beating violently, and his body was trembling slightly. The muscles on his body were moving strangely at a frequency visible to the naked eye, and there seemed to be countless thin airflows swirling under his skin.
His body trembled from time to time, his hands clenched into fists, and his face showed a strange expression of excitement, anger, fear, or depression. He lay there like a dead man, but his mind was racing.
Ordinary figures change.
He was hit with a stick on the back of his head, as if a house made of clay pots that had been covered with dust for a long time had been cracked open with a stick, and a large amount of accumulated memories in the house flowed out. It was like the memories in a ten thousand-year-old house.
Dust, huge amounts of dust swarm out, and it always takes a while for the outside air to digest and absorb these sudden dusts, and then hide them.
At this moment, countless flashing images flowed out of Yin Xuuge's mind. The corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and a low "shenyin" sound came out of his mouth.
The skinny girl in green clothes outside the room suddenly had her head slumped, and her head hit the edge of the stone table hard.
With a 'boom' sound, the little girl opened her mouth and wanted to cry, but subconsciously glanced at the main room, covering her red and swollen forehead with both hands, trying not to cry. She looked around blankly,
Then he stood up, walked quickly to the room, and glanced at Yin Xuege who was lying on the bed.
Yin Xuege took a deep, deep, extremely long breath.
Then he slowly, slowly, took an extremely long breath.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the short and skinny maid.
He looked at the little maid quietly and reached out to touch the swelling on the back of his head that had not gone away.
"Are there any eggs at home?"
"No, you changed the salt for the last egg the day before yesterday."
The little girl looked at Yin Xuuge blankly, and her voice sounded a little dull.
"The last egg-laying hen in the house was touched and taken away the night before yesterday. Therefore, there will be no eggs in the house."
"Unless you can make money, chickens are cheap in the spring. They only cost ten cents each. We can buy a hundred of them, which is one tael of silver."
"Stop, there is no money left at home."
Yin Xuuge stood up straight with a grin on his face, rubbing the back of his head while asking questions.
"I have to say, a little bit, but a little bit."
The little girl lowered her head and glanced at Yin Xuuge from the corner of her eye.
"It's Uncle Pan. Brother Niu left some scraps. He said he wanted you to buy two sets of medicine and take them to avoid leaving bruises in your body."
"Buying medicine?"
Yin Xuuge simply walked down from the bed, stretched out her hand and rubbed the little girl's long, dull hair.
"We will be very rich in the future."
"I don't want to take medicine now."
"I just want to have an egg, boil it, and use it to burn the wound. This will reduce the swelling faster."