After the New Year, the wind and snow gradually subsided. Although the cold was still there, it seemed that the snow disaster had not developed into the most serious situation.
The sky was dim and bright, and Qi Wensheng was walking on the street. At this time, there was still fog in the city, but many vendors were already out.
These ordinary people are very fragile and cannot resist being targeted by ruffians, bullies, squires, and gangs, but they are also so resilient.
Qi Wensheng himself felt cold in the cold wind of this midwinter morning, but they had already gotten up early to work, and many of them were even wearing very thin clothes.
Facing the cold wind, many people rubbed their hands and stamped their feet while working, but their spirits were much better than before.
Without the layers of exploitation by gangsters, gangs, squires, and government officials, in just two years, Northwest Daocheng has undergone what would be considered earth-shaking changes from the perspective of ordinary people.
If there had been no external suppression, Qi Wensheng firmly believed that in at least ten years, all traces left by the Zhang family in the northwest would be washed away.
Even, it becomes the foundation for becoming a king.
However……
Sighing in his heart, he came to an alley, where there was also a breakfast stall set up along the street. In the hot steam, Yang Yu was eating breakfast as usual.
Opposite him was Qi Daoguang, who had been on the Northwest Road for nearly a month, and further away was Li Daoren, who was chewing his breakfast like wax.
"Uncle Master..."
Qi Wensheng was about to speak but stopped.
"Could it be that something happened at Mengxue Department?"
Yang Yu glanced at him:
"Or those scholars and literati?"
Over the past three thousand years, dynasties have changed and rebelled several times, and the process has its own course.
It's nothing more than fighting local tycoons, dividing the land, training the army, studying science, salt and iron, and selecting officials.
Although Yang Yu didn't understand it very well, Wang Muzhi's disciples understood it very well. All he had to do was to compare the books of life and death, so that people can do their best, and their merits will be rewarded, and their faults will be punished.
In the past two years, it has actually been very smooth.
Under Yang Yu's thunderous methods, all the wealthy people and squires in the city, as well as the rats entrenched in the darkness underground, were all killed.
But of course there are still troubles.
The northwest Daocheng is the hub of the road. Even though it is not as prosperous as Lingnan, Linlong, Wanlong and other places in the hinterland, it has everything it should have, but it does not lack anything.
For example, the imperial examination selects scholars.
It can be said that the northwest Daocheng has the largest number of Confucian schools and the largest number of literati students.
"yes……"
Qi Wensheng hesitated for a moment and nodded:
"Most of these scholars came here to take the imperial examination. If you cut off this path, they will naturally be dissatisfied..."
More than just dissatisfaction?
It’s simply boiling!
What Yang Prison stopped was not only the imperial examination, but also the big country gentry in the city who could have taken in these literati.
Not only that, the selection of officials, even government officials, did not favor them.
As a result, one year later, these literati not only lost their income, but also spent all their savings.
There are some who copy books for others, some who work on the rafts, some who go to work as coolies, and many who live on the streets and compete with victims for porridge and drink.
Because of this, he had actually suppressed it several times, and when he saw that he could no longer suppress it, he reported it.
After hearing this, Yang Prison couldn't help but be speechless:
"They have never been short of porridge and rice, and there is no shortage of work for them to do as we work for relief... I just want to have poetry and tea tea parties every day like before, leaning against the red and green, but I wonder who will come..."
One of the things Yang Yu must do every day is to read the book of life and death. Although it is impossible to do everything in detail, he naturally knows about these scholars causing trouble.
These days, there are very few people who are literate, but those who can read and do arithmetic are not short of livelihood.
However, this group of people have high standards but low skills. They can't even be officials. They can only talk high-spirited words and that's all.
How could he be interested in dealing with this group of people?
"...Uncle Master, although the hands of these scholars are a little lower, they are not very evil. Can you..."
Qi Wensheng felt a little weak.
"Let them go if they make trouble, but if they violate the law, there is no need to show mercy."
"yes!"
Qi Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief and then said:
"A feathered eagle comes from Yanzhou, saying that he is from Longyuan Road and wants to buy dragon horses, black iron weapons, and arrows... Do you agree?"
In the past four hundred years, the fighting between the foreign races outside the Great Wall and the Ming Dynasty has never completely stopped. In previous years, Longyuan was always used as a barrier, and Ding'an in the northwest provided support.
now……
"Instruct Jiang Wu, if Longyuan Dao has anything to ask for, he will grant it. No embarrassment, no raising of prices, or deliberate delay!"
After receiving the promise, Qi Wensheng left in a hurry.
"Is it interesting?"
Qi Daoguang suddenly asked.
"Why ask even though you already know?"
Yang Yu continued to eat breakfast.
In the past month, he had actually met with Qi Daoguang quite a few times. Except for that fight, they were all talking about martial arts.
The two of them are capable of holding the sky and shaking the earth. They are also great masters with strong personalities, proficient in hegemony and horizontal training. Naturally, they gain a lot from their exchanges with each other.
At first, Qi Daoguang was still a little resistant, but now, he has acquiesced.
"The human body is delicate and fragile. The more brave and diligent the warriors of our generation are, the greater the pressure on the body will be. Therefore, although in name, everyone can live for two hundred years, but looking at the past, those who can live to this life span,
Not too much..."
Qidaoguang wiped his mouth and said lightly:
"It is only right to devote all your short life span to martial arts. Being entangled in trivial matters is tantamount to committing suicide!"
He is a pure warrior.
It was so pure that the inheritance rights of the big family that had been passed down for thousands of years were discarded like worn-out shoes, and all the rewards from the imperial court were not accepted.
He expressed his incomprehension that Yang Yu was involved in secular affairs.
"It's not a good thing if it's too tight."
Yang Yu's expression remained as usual.
In the past ten years or so, he has squeezed himself harder than Qi Daoguang, with almost no pause.
However, whether you practice martial arts or practice immortality, you must eventually relax and have some control.
He was able to open up hundreds of orifices in one day, which was certainly due to the spiritual energy washing his body, but for more than a year, inner relaxation was also the most important thing.
"That's right, your death is coming, so there is no need to be afraid of wasting it!"
Qidaoguang sneered:
"You are not bad luck. Sirius invaded, attracted the attention of everyone in the world, and restrained the three heroes of Long Yuan. Even King Ding'an, a coward who is afraid of his wife, does not dare to attack you alone.
But the emperor will come sooner or later, and by then, all the trivial things you are busy with now will be nothing but smoke and dust!"
Wanlong Road is close to the north, and it is only half of Ding'an Road from the Northwest Road. If, as rumored, the emperor ordered more than ten thousand Xuanjia to come on flying eagles, then at most, it will take more than two years.
Come to the Northwest Road!
"Brother Qi, do you think so little of Yang?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
"Optimistic?"
Qi Daoguang laughed dumbly:
"A unified dynasty has more than four hundred years of heritage. How can you resist it with just ten years of practice? Leave here, find a place to heal your wounds, and fight me. That is the right way..."
A martial saint may not live for more than two hundred years, but it is not difficult for a great master to live for more than a hundred years. If there are spiritual pills to nourish him and people with strange skills, like the Taoist Li behind him, it is not impossible for him to live for more than three years!
On the surface, there are three people on the Splendid List, but in the imperial court, they are not that many on the Mountain and River List.
But in fact, just like the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, there are omissions, and the imperial court's background is far more than what it appears on the surface...
"What if I go one step further?"
Yang Yu made no secret that he wanted to understand the hidden power of the imperial court through the direct descendant of the big family in front of him.
And, its understanding of martial arts.
"If you were to break through to the Martial Sainthood before last winter, when you were still young, it would be a smooth road. It would take as little as eleven or twelve years, or as much as twenty-one or two years to achieve..."
"What now?"
"Now you have all the apertures opened, your true temperature is not bad, and the four arrows of God's will are heading towards the tenth level. The gap between you and a certain family is actually not that big..."
A trace of regret and pity flashed in Qidaoguang's eyes:
"But you will never have that day again..."
Regret, pity, Qi Daoguang is a character who does not hide himself deliberately, and is full of joy and anger. His speech is so straightforward that it makes people feel cold.
But Yang Yu didn't seem to care, still looking at him, as if asking him the reason.
"My generation of warriors has swallowed countless pills, exchanged blood for thirteen times, built five levels of foundation, muscles, bones, skin, membranes, organs, and bone marrow, all of which are extraordinary and refined. When we become a martial saint, we can even be transformed...
Why is it that throughout the ages, there are only a handful of martial sages who have lived more than two hundred years according to historical records, and there are not even as many as ordinary people?
Zhang Sloppy is the only one who is three hundred years old?"
Qi Daoguang felt extremely regretful, and he didn't show any concern and said directly:
"Because only by burning yourself to the limit can you cross the gate of the Martial Saint. This loss will be made up for when you achieve success, but you..."
What burns is self-evident.
"life?"
Yang Yu was thoughtful.
This point, Zhenyan Taoist, has never mentioned it...
But when I thought about it again, it suddenly dawned on me.
He is only a few years old. If you look at the powerful people in the world, they are all very young people, and they are true preachers. Obviously, they did not expect that his lifespan would plummet...
but……
Yang Yu glanced at Taoist Li who was not far away. In the wind and snow, the old Taoist had a bitter look on his face. He had obviously heard Qi Daoguang's words.
"If this old guy wants to be promoted to Martial Saint, he needs more than just Dao Fruit... With his appearance, unless the world changes suddenly and his spiritual energy is a hundred times stronger than it is now, otherwise..."
Qi Daoguang shook his head and said coldly:
"No hope!"
The four words were like four heavy hammers, causing Taoist Li to stumble and almost fall off his cloak.
"I am unwilling to give in..."
His voice became hoarse. If Yang Yu said this, he didn't believe it, but Qi Daoguang was almost the only true disciple...
"In this world, there are not even a thousand but eight hundred people who have died at this level..."
Amid laughter, Qi Daoguang stood up, threw back his robe sleeves, and left:
"How many copper coins is your unwillingness worth?"
"I……"
Li Daoren's expression became desolate, and even his hood fell off and his bare scalp was exposed, as if he didn't realize it...
Unwilling and desperate!
His fingers made a clicking sound when pinched. He was unwilling to do so, but felt powerless.
Even if he wanted to fight to the death, Yang Yu was no longer invincible to him at this time.
Huhu~
Yang Yu came back to his senses and saw the old man staggering into the wind and snow, and his heart couldn't help but move.
Good night everyone...I'm going to try the third update tomorrow. Guys, come and count your votes!