The sun is about to set, and the clouds in the sky are burning like fire.
A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, unabating the heat. Yang Yu stood silently, unable to calm down for a long time.
In troubled times, people are like grass. What is more terrifying than natural disasters is war.
He particularly remembered a record he had scanned in the six-door desk room. It was at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, when Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu patrolled Jiangnan Road and saw wild grass, flocks of birds and animals, and no human beings.
"The previous dynasty was also divided into nine roads. Among them, Jiangnan Road was the most prosperous, with a land of hundreds of millions and a population of 40 million. Taizu once longed for it..."
"Later Taizu visited the south of the Yangtze River, and the prosperity had turned into ashes. Thousands of miles of fertile land, only eighteen households remained..."
"The emperor shed tears, and all his followers fell to the ground and cried loudly."
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The cruelty of war cannot be described by a few words in history books. It can be seen from a glance that the most prosperous Jiangnan is like that.
What if it is as bitter and cold as Longyuan Road, or as a border between countries like Qingzhou, a place that must be fought over by military strategists?
How many households can be left?
What made him even more solemn was that the situation had obviously improved. Under Xu Wenji's iron fist, the four major families disappeared and Qingzhou's officialdom was purged.
The bandits in the territory have almost been wiped out. As long as the severe drought in Deyang Prefecture is resolved, there will be a lot of waste waiting to be done.
With another twenty years of rest and recuperation, Qingzhou will definitely take on a completely new look and will no longer be the chaos it was before.
Therefore, even if chaos is inevitable in the world, it should not start from Qingzhou.
unless……
"Destiny..."
After a long time, Yang Yu just closed the courtyard door and turned around to return to the room.
call!
suck!
He suppressed all the worries in his heart, sat cross-legged on the bed, took the elixir and golden beans, closed his eyes and entered the cauldron of gluttony again.
The strangeness of fate was not something he could understand at this time. If his guess was correct, he could only take one step at a time.
His mind was spinning, and his attention was focused on the superior sword technique 'Qinglong Nine Kills'.
The Zhang family may not be as good as those thousand-year-old families with a long heritage, but in this world, they are well deserved to be number one.
Together with the nine kings of the Ming Dynasty, the Zhang family is almost the largest sect in the world.
Having swallowed up the world for four hundred years, he has a profound foundation that ordinary people cannot imagine. The martial arts passed down directly from his clan are much more famous than the thirty-six unique skills of Lanke Temple.
Such an excellent swordsmanship is enough to fully demonstrate his swordsmanship, unlike when he fought with Wang Jingqi before and could only fight back with half a punch.
Buzz~
The moment he held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, the scene in front of him peeled off and flowed again, and the white clouds, the bright sun, the pastoral villages, and the martial arts field pressed by yellow mud appeared again.
The old man, who has a big and tall frame but is so thin that only a few skeletons are left, holds the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and shouts into the sky.
The scene changed again, and what I saw in front of me seemed to be a battlefield with a forest of flags and a slaying that shook the sky.
In the midst of the billowing smoke, another handsome dragon-horse with a body like red fire carried a general back and forth. Wherever he passed, the green light was like a dragon, and the blood of corpses was like mountains and seas.
"Qinglong Nine Kills!"
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In the mansion in the south of the city, dozens of soldiers and guards came and went in a hurry, taking all kinds of materials to build the altar.
There is not one altar, but seven. Each altar should be three feet, six feet and five inches high, with a circumference of two feet and four feet, located between the front hall and the backyard.
The placement of the seven altars is also very particular. The distance between each altar is also three feet, six feet and five inches, existing in the shape of seven stars.
With enough manpower to mobilize, the altar was almost completed in thirteen days.
Unexpectedly, the process went very smoothly. Neither Yang Qianhu nor anyone else came to disturb him, but he was left sitting idle for more than ten days.
"It takes seven altars to perform Taoist magic. This Master Nie is not simple..."
Sitting cross-legged on the rockery, Yuanjue whispered to himself slightly, thinking in his heart.
Taoism, martial arts, and different arts may seem different, but in fact they have deep connections and similarities.
Buddhist martial arts began when the founder of Zen Buddhism retreated under the bodhi tree for seven years and became enlightened from his supernatural powers. Later, Taoist practitioners were also inspired and founded Taoist martial arts.
After that, countless outstanding people and geniuses developed thousands of martial arts based on the martial arts of Buddhism and Taoism.
Therefore, just now he has all kinds of martial arts, which are not beyond the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism.
Yishu was born out of martial arts, but it is completely different from ordinary martial arts. It takes a strange path, but the fundamentals remain the same, it is still martial arts.
But the difference between Taoism and Taoism is much greater.
Taoism all comes from those with magical powers. Compared with martial arts, magic is closer to the existence of supernatural powers. Even some powerful Taoist inheritances look almost the same as the legendary magical powers.
Of course, this is also a legend.
As far as he knew, in the past three thousand years, the most powerful Taoist technique with conclusive records appeared at the end of Qin Dynasty.
At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the real names of the two alchemists whom the Emperor of Qin relied on most were unknown, and later generations were called "Hou and Lu Erzhen". These two people won the trust of the Emperor of Qin and searched for the elixir of longevity for him.
Later, on the boundless ocean, these two people were also the first to record the discovery of the Tao Fruit.
These two people once used the thirty-two Taoist platforms as a guide to summon the twelve golden men, and almost suppressed the warriors in the world. Even the then Martial Saint Lu Chen had to avoid their edge.
In the end, it was Lu Chen who joined forces with the three heroes of Han Chu and invited the Four True Masters of Shangshan to fight head-on. Ba Zun led his eight thousand disciples and defeated his Taoist platform with the best troops in the world, thus extinguishing the chance of these two men.
In the past three thousand years, due to the emergence of supernatural beings from time to time, there have been more and more sects and individuals who are proficient in Taoism. There are also many types of Taoism, but there are almost none who are more powerful than the two of them.
As far as he knows, the strength of Taoism can be seen from the altar.
The more powerful the Taoism, the more complicated the steps to perform it, and the more altars are needed as carriers and media. The Taoism produced by seven altars is no longer trivial.
"Master is very interested in Nie's Taoism?"
At some point, Nie Wendong came to the rockery. He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the outline of the Seven Dharma Altar, and nodded slightly.
"Taoism is, after all, the closest thing in the world to the legendary magical power. Naturally, the poor monk is also curious."
Yuanjue is very calm.
Although the inheritance of Dayan Temple is long-standing, there has not been a single supernatural power user in thousands of years. Although there is Lanke Temple, it is not something he can touch.
Even to him, Taoism is an extremely mysterious existence.
Even in his heart, he was curious about the power of this technique.
"No matter how good Taoism is, it is still not as good as magical power, or even inferior to martial arts and magic..."
Nie Wendong sighed slightly.
Although Taoism is excellent, the conditions for its execution are too harsh. Not to mention other things, the price of these seven magic altars alone can already be worth 70,000 taels of silver.
Moreover, the setup is extremely cumbersome and complex.
Without the help of powerful forces, it is almost a dream for a single person to perform Taoist magic. Moreover, if there is no one to protect him, it is extremely easy to be beheaded.
Compared with martial arts, the ability to perform magical arts is far inferior, let alone compared to true magical powers.
Therefore, in the decades since he obtained this technique, he has never actually used it once.
"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and there is no conflict between Taoism, martial arts, and foreign arts."
Yuanjue shook his head slightly.
The merits of Taoism and martial arts have been debated for thousands of years, but after all, those who know Taoism are also first-class in martial arts, but even martial arts saints may not necessarily know Taoism.
"Master, if you are interested, why not make another deal?"
Nie Wendong looked at the old monk and smiled slightly:
"For example, the Vajra is indestructible."
"Sir, you are joking. With Master Nie's noble status, most of the time you don't need to fight with others. This technique is perfect for you."
Yuanjue suppressed his smile, no longer obsessed with what the Taoism of this altar was, and asked instead:
"According to the progress, the altar can be built in half a day at most. I wonder who your target is? Mr. Xu, or Yang Qianhu, the man who has disgraced you?"
"It's good for the master to protect the Dharma."
Nie Wendong smiled and said nothing.
"Does your Majesty have other purposes?"
Yuan Jue felt strange in her heart.
At first, he only thought that the Lord of Niezhou would retaliate and set up the altar to kill Yang Qianhu, but now it seems that is not the case.
"Who knows?"
Nie Wendong didn't answer and walked slowly into the altar.
Seeing him walking into the altar, all the soldiers and guards bowed and backed away, but the eyes of the old monk Yuanjue were condensed.
With a flick of Nie Wendong's long sleeve, a statue of a god the size of a fist, made of an unknown material, slipped from his sleeve.
Following Nie Wendong's actions, inexplicable changes occurred in the altar. The originally ordinary altar underwent a transformation that looked like the finishing touch.
In his induction, it seemed to be alive, constantly swallowing something from the outside.
"What kind of statue is that? It's neither a god nor a demon, it looks like a man or a woman..."
Looking at the statue that looked like a human but not human, exuding a strange aura, Yuanjue couldn't sit still. He felt a little frightened and subconsciously wanted to stay away.
It was not any idol he knew, nor was it a famous evil god. It was neither male nor female. It was strange and abnormal, but when he looked at it, he suddenly noticed something strange.
This statue seems to have a lot of similarities with Nie Wendong himself...
"Everyone stand down!"
After boarding the altar, Nie Wendong spoke coldly. After hearing this, all the soldiers fled away from the place where the altar was located as if they had been granted amnesty.
Only Yuan Jue on the side of the protector was left, and the four guards further away, Feng Hu Yun Long, whose breath was still a little weak.
Whoosh!
The statue that was neither human nor divine fell on the altar, and soon there was a sound of wind from the ground, blowing the conch, swaying the wind chimes, and a hazy mist enveloped the seven altars.
Yuanjue looked very far, but could not see through the thin mist. He could only faintly hear a subtle and strange murmuring sound.
The syllables are strange, like weeping and complaining, not like a male voice, but more like a resentful woman calling her lover to come back, calling her children to come home, sobbing, like weeping and complaining.