The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, and within a country, the four seasons seem to be different.
In the northwest, Longyuan is bitterly cold, and winter is about to pass. However, in Jiangnan Road, a few roads away, the sun is scorching, and the heat has arrived.
Jiangnan Road, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and abundant natural treasures, has been a symbol of prosperity for thousands of years.
Jiangnan Road, Qizhou.
Boom!
There were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and not long after, heavy rain poured down, and the water vapor evaporated on both sides of the Pingbo River, making it look like Chengze Country.
The fishermen in the river retreated one after another, only the five-story-high painted boats with heavy drafts were still floating in the river.
In the mist, you can faintly see hanging red flowers and surrounded by colorful ribbons. If you have five senses, you can even smell the strong smell of powder.
And the faint, ethereal, and soul-stirring sound.
"It is worthy of being the Yanyue District of the Eight Dynasties, a place where gold powder gathers, and a place that has been prosperous for more than ten generations..."
A small boat, an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in white, Chu Tianyi carried it on one hand, along the rain curtain beside the umbrella, looking at the most famous fireworks place in Jiangnan Road, no, Ming Dynasty, in the world.
The boats are five stories high, and inside they are even more luxurious, including gambling houses, teahouses, restaurants, etc.
It is the real gold-selling cave.
The strong wind and rain disturbed the fishermen, but they could not blow these boats, which could be used as battleships, which added a bit of fun to them.
Chu Tianyi could see clearly that many literati, oirans and geishas had gathered on the decks of the boats.
The wind blows and the tide moves, and the fishermen's miserable appearance attracts the attention of the nobles on the boat. Some of them who are unlucky enough to fall into the river will even arouse laughter.
boom!
Gifts were handed out from Chu Tian's clothes and feet, and the boat rushed into the wind and rain like an arrow. His energy left his body and stirred up mist, throwing the fisherman who fell into the water back to his own boat.
He himself, with the help of his own strength, crossed dozens of feet through the wind and rain, and landed on one of the boats amidst the astonishment and applause.
"What a light kung fu!"
"May I ask what your name is, brother?"
"Could it be that he is a master disciple of Sword Making Villa?"
A noble prince stood up to greet him, and some Confucian scholars were surprised and guessed that there were all charming courtesan and famous actress, their beautiful eyes were shining, and they seemed to have a heartbeat.
Chu Tianyi's figure is eight feet tall. Dressed in white lining, his aura is cold and chic, his facial features are handsome and distinct, and his eyes are clear and energetic.
In addition, his profound merits and deeds make him attractive.
call!
The closed paper umbrella opened again, blocking out the wind and rain.
Chu Tianyi ignored the looks and shouts of everyone on the boat, bowed slightly, and swelled with energy:
"Jianjian Villa, Chu Tianyi, please see the Sword God!"
His voice was neither high nor low, but it was extremely penetrating. The sound waves reverberated, driving away the wind and rain.
Want to see the sword god?
There was silence at first and then an uproar on the boat.
The Ming Dynasty practiced martial arts, and there were countless martial arts practitioners in the world. There were even fewer swordsmen who practiced swordsmanship. There was only one person who was qualified to be called a swordsman.
That is, Sword God Mu Qingliu!
Mu Qingliu is a legendary figure in the world.
Unlike Zhang Xuanba, who was born in the royal family and was mostly in the military and temples, Mu Qingliu is a true martial arts legend.
According to legend, he was just a handyman who burned fires at Zhujian Villa at first, and his status was extremely low...
But relying on his great skills, he betrayed the Sword-making Villa alone and became a Martial Saint in just a few decades.
The 'Hanging Sword Platform' he opened only had four boys carrying swords, and it became the top sect in the world.
Such a legendary figure actually comes to Pingbo River to have fun?!
There was an uproar, but no one responded. Chu Tianyi bowed for a long time, and then said again:
"Chu Tianyi, Master of Sword Making Villa, requested to meet the Sword God at the behest of Master Long, and I hope you will be generous enough to grant him an audience!"
Almost everyone in the boat was alarmed and opened their windows to look at the deck, but there were various discussions but no response.
"Chu Tianyi? Chu Tianyi, the Fourth Young Master of Qingzhou and the true disciple of Zhujian Villa?"
Someone recognized Chu Tianyi.
"Mr. Chu, are you looking in the wrong place? In the boat, there are only common people like us, how can there be a sword god?"
Hearing all kinds of noises, Chu Tianyi frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a childish voice:
"Master is drunk. Come in and see him by yourself. I can't wake him up!"
"The Sword God is really here?!"
Hearing these words, the boat immediately started to boil. When Chu Tianyi saw that something was wrong, his true energy surged and shook the boat to calm down the commotion.
"It's time for you to drink and drink, and it's time for you to sleep. If there is any more noise..."
After sweeping through the crowd of drunken and lewd people, Chu Tianyi's voice turned cold.
There was no more noise, and he just walked into the boat. Inside, the smell of fat, powder, wine and meat, and an unknown smell were mixed together, which was quite pungent.
Chu Tianyi shook his head inwardly.
If he hadn't used his magical power to search for it, he might have thought he was in the wrong place.
How could the majestic Sword God and the Martial Saint come to such a filthy place...
"here!"
A voice came, a silly one, like a child of seven or eight years old waving.
‘The Sword God has accepted a disciple?’
Chu Tianyi responded, but was extremely surprised in his heart.
Mu Qingliu did not establish a sect, and Xuanjian Tai was not so much a sect as a temporary training ground for him.
I haven't heard of him taking on a disciple for seventy or eighty years. How could he take on such a little guy?
While pacing, he looked at this little guy. He had a childish face, a wooden sword hanging from his waist, he was naive and stupid, and his aptitude seemed to be average...
"Big brother is so handsome."
The little guy's face was full of envy.
Chu Tianyi smiled and asked, "Are you the Sword God's apprentice? What's your name?"
"My name is Shan Sheng, and I am a wild child in the boat. Master passed by and insisted on accepting me as his disciple. He couldn't even beat me away."
The little guy has a nose and eyes.
Chu Tianyi was speechless and stopped, not daring to enter the room without permission. He bowed and called out again:
"Forging swords..."
"It's so noisy!"
Accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol, a hoarse voice interrupted his words. Chu Tianyi was startled and bowed even further, scanning his peripheral vision.
In the room, a drunkard was stretching.
He was an old man in a gray robe, quite old, not tall, and extremely unattractive. Even his hands were short and thick, with no trace of sword practice at all.
"I……"
Chu Tianyi is not a person who is good at words, but he comes from a big family, so he knows how to be tactful. But at this moment, he was so shocked that he was a little speechless...
Is this Mu Qingliu?!
This is the Sword God?!
Snapped!
One slap in the face, Chu Tianyi did not react, and he received another slap in the face. His eyes turned black after two slaps, and his mind was buzzing.
"One time, I'll beat you for disturbing others' dreams, and another time, I'll beat you for looking at others."
The old man in gray robe stood up with a yawn and glanced at Chu Tianyi coldly:
"In these troubled times, great fortunes fluctuate. Buddhists emerge from Lanke, great Confucians emerge from Longyuan, Wuqu emerges from the northwest, there is the Heavenly Sword in the south of Lingnan, Xuankong Mountain, and even a little Taoist priest barely catches his eye.
How come you are the only one who appears in Zhujian Villa?"
Chu Tianyi was so beaten that he was stunned. He opened his mouth, and the shame and annoyance he had never felt before flashed through his heart.
I want to argue, but I have no idea.
Snapped!
Another slap came. Chu Tianyi was frightened and subconsciously took a step back, only to be slapped twice.
This time, the beating made him feel really angry, and he subconsciously grasped the sleeve robe, but this touch was in vain.
"Seven kills and seven seizures of demon-preventing sword intent? Haha, even the Red Sword Man can't beat me when he comes back to life. Can a mere sword intent be used as a means?"
Playing with a small pocket sword, Mu Qingliu hummed softly and threw it back:
"Why would you rather break it than bend it? Sword Chixia will only mislead people. What is a sword? It's just a piece of iron. If you want to break it, break it. If you need to bend it, you have to bend it!"
laugh!
Muran took the small sword, Chu Tianyi's heart was shocked, and he felt that these words came straight into his heart.
Since he had gained the magical power of 'knowing the future against all odds', he lost his courage to move forward. In the illusion, he avoided fighting Yang Yu several times, and his sword heart almost collapsed.
But at this moment, hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.
With this thought, the anger in his heart disappeared. He straightened his cheeks and bowed to express his thanks: "Thank you, Sword God, for your guidance!"
"It's not that I'm stupid."
Mu Qingliu nodded reluctantly, and just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook.
No one saw how he moved, and Chu Tianyi didn't even notice. When he realized that no one was in front of him, this man had already appeared on the deck.
In the wind and rain, Mu Qingliu looked to the northwest, vaguely seeming to detect changes in the air movement far away.
There was no qi and blood flowing, no true energy leaking out, he just stood quietly, as if he had cut away the wind and rain that filled the sky.
"Is he asking me to come out for this person? It seems like it's a bit of a fuss..."
…
…
Within ten days, the entire Northwest Road fell, and all the imperial forces withdrew.
Taoist Yulong Guanlin was promoted to the rank of Martial Saint.
Any one of these is enough to spread the word of a major event in the world, but it happened in the same place within ten days, which naturally caused shock in the world.
Ding'an Road, Linlong Road, Northwest Road, Lingnan Road...even among the two great dynasties outside the Great Wall, there were strong men who came out of seclusion.
Or look north, or look south, or frown, or sneer...
However, even though he was in the vortex of the storm, Taoist Lin did not leave. The breakthrough of the Martial Saint also did not happen overnight.
Martial arts will requires a long time to become familiar with, stabilize and practice.
After signing the letter of war, Qi Daoguang never returned to the northwest Daocheng. However, with the flying eagle patrolling, Yang Yu naturally knew that he was sharpening his halberd in the mountains and waiting for the future.
But he seemed completely unprepared for war...
On the second day of the grand banquet for his promotion to the Martial Saint, Lin Daoren left the northwest Daocheng and arrived at the farmland, which was a full eight hundred miles away from the city.
The long winter has just passed, and the endless farmland is very busy, some of which are farmers, and there are also soldiers.
What was closely guarded was a piece of farmland that was obviously different from the others. An old man was busy. When he saw Yang Yu, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
This man was the world-famous miracle doctor Chen Jinshui whom Lin Daoren had captured from Ding'an Dao.
"Tai Sui does have the ability to divide and regenerate, but are there any taboos about artificial planting?"
Reporting the progress cautiously, Chen Jinshui felt really numb.
He never dreamed that he would be able to come into contact with the ‘Tai Sui Demon’ that countless warriors fought and snatched, let alone that the person in front of him would actually plant Tai Sui...
Are there any taboos when planting Tai Sui?
Of course there is!
But compared with the taboo, the benefits are too great. The growth of Tai Sui does not pick on the soil, does not damage the land, can satisfy hunger, and can be used medicinally. It can not only divide itself, but also mix with other plants, which will greatly increase its yield.
Of course, Yang Yu wouldn't care about such a big benefit and some minor taboos.
"You just need to plant the seeds. As for the taboos, I'll take care of them of course."
"this……"
Chen Jinshui sighed, but had no choice but to agree.
Firstly, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and secondly, this person has really given too much.
After practicing medicine for decades, what kind of gold, silver, treasures, beautiful women and treasures has he not seen?
But Dao Guo, he has never seen it...
Yang Yu naturally knew what he was thinking. Through the Book of Life and Death, his understanding of Chen Jinshui was no less than his own:
"The promise I made to you will certainly be no less, but it's just a Dao Fruit, and it's not worth Yang's regret."
"The villain must be ruined to repay the grown-up!"
Chen Jinshui was excited and thanked him repeatedly, but he saw that the adult in front of him was stunned for some reason, and his eyes were even more frighteningly bright.
"grown ups?"
He asked cautiously.
Yang Yu seemed unaware, his mind gathered in his chest.
In the Cauldron of Gluttony, a broken knife was seen humming and blooming with wisps of glorious light.