Nightfall Chapter 16: Work hard

The village is very beautiful. A dozen houses seem to be scattered under a large grass slope. There are dozens of rows of grape trusses on the grass slope. There is a small river not far away. The riverside is made of stones. Mill.

The farmer’s house is at the entrance of the village, and the roof is covered with light gray grass. I don’t know if it’s because of the thickness of the building. It feels a bit heavy. The wall of the house is very light gray, but the door Painted with red berry juice mixed with tree sap, coupled with the green grass in front of the house, and the blue courtyard, the whole looks very bright.

The furnishings in the house are unusual, and Ning Que's eyes, fed by the rural scenery, can finally rest temporarily. The farmer greeted them with enthusiasm to sit down, and explained that his wife and children went to pick wild fruits in the forest behind the mountain. Then he brought out the delicious dishes prepared for him by his wife, and he went to wash by the well. With pots of melons and fruits and a handful of seasonal wild vegetables, put the sauce bowl and jug on the table.

Ning Que was not welcome, so he dipped his pickles and a bowl of trotters, and drank wine. He was a good drinker, but the amount of drink was very bad. He thought that he would have to hurry later. After drinking two bowls, he handed the bowl to Sangsang.

Sangsang's eyes brighter as she drinks. The self-brewed Baogu wine cannot be stronger or more beautiful than Jiujiang Double Steamed, but as long as it is wine, it can make her happy. The farmer saw that the little girl in the maid costume was so good at drinking, he dreamed back to the year of the blowing horn company, and he was excited to fight with her.

The person who can defeat Sangsang in the wine lane has never appeared before and will never appear in the future. Ning Que can't, Longqing can't, and farmers naturally can't. It didn't take long for his dark cheeks to become flushed, his alcohol became heavier during the conversation, and his speech became a little unclear.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the courtyard, followed by rapid knocks and urges.

Ning Que had been listening to the news a long time ago, thinking that only the imperial minister in the novel would eat a meal casually, and when he met a gangster who was not long-sighted, did he now have this kind of treatment?

He didn't know that Chao Xiaoshu had encountered Chuangmen in the countryside of Dahe Country. I also didn't want to understand that the status of the honorary director of Tianshu, the guest secretary and the dark guard, and the personal disciple of the Jiafuzi was actually much higher than the so-called imperial envoy, but I always felt that this matter was a bit unreasonable. It did not move.

It didn't take his turn to move. The farmer listened to the sound from outside the courtyard, burped to his feet and motioned to Ning Que to sit. He pushed the door and started quarreling with those who knocked.

"What didn't I do when I went to work? Last winter, when I repaired the reservoir, who didn't know that Yang Erxi contributed the most? I would also like to do public school in the village. The problem is that the money is unreasonable for me to pad."

"Yang Erxi, who let you pad it? Who let you pad it! You are just making an excuse to earn a few taels of silver. I tell you, this is the price set by the county government!"

"Yeah! The public school in our township is twice as big as other townships. How much is it? The county government has set the wrong price. Should I pay for it?"

"It's so presumptuous to the extreme! Don't rely on you as a retired veteran, I won't dare to clean up you! Carefully I will report to the county office. Let the county master come to fix you!"

"I asked Mr. Jielu of Public School, there is no such one in Tang Law! I am a veteran and I could have halved my work. You don't have enough money. Don't think about me doing it!"

"Fuck your grandma!"

"Fuck your grandma!"

"Fuck you grandma!"

"You dare to be disrespectful to Taizu! I'm going to Chang'an City to sue the imperial court!"

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The quarrel was mixed with countless swear words, and it ended boringly after all. The anger outside the courtyard was extremely angry, Lizheng, I don't know how many generations of ancestor Yang Erxi had been scolded. But he never came in.

Yang Erxi cursed and went back to the room, waved to Ning Que and Sangsang and said, "Don't worry about these pickles. Let's continue drinking. If we are wrong, I will continue to drink with this girl."

Listening to this quarrel, Ning Que probably guessed the reason for the conflict, and asked a few more questions at random. Yang Erxi explained: “Since it’s a recruiting, the money must be at least enough, otherwise I’m too lazy to go. My own pigsty hasn’t finished cleaning yet... You don’t have to worry about me. Tang Lu found it out for me, and I took reason, let alone Lizheng, even the county grandfather came, and there was no way to say anything about me."

Ning Que said: "You are not afraid of Lizheng coming to Yin? If you really offend the county government, the government can find a crime at random, you can be rectified."

Yang Erxi drank a bit high, and laughed at this, turned around and took out a well-maintained boxwood bow in the cabinet, patted his thick chest, and said proudly: "What's so good? Afraid? Who hasn’t been a soldier for a few years? It’s really pressing me, don’t I know how to do it?"

Ning Que smiled and shook his head.

There was no real injustice, and naturally, there was no punishment for the black-hearted officials, and then the background behind him was implicated. In the end, a violent storm was set off in the capital, which turned into the possibility of a political struggle.

After drinking and eating seven and a half full, Ning Que said goodbye to Yang Erxi. Yang Erxi was a straightforward person. He was satisfied with the wine and stopped deliberately keeping customers. He filled the water sacs for him, gave two more melons, and said goodbye to each other.

The black horse-drawn carriage continued to go south, accompanied by the increasingly slanting sun, walking on a quiet road, among picturesque rural villages and towns. Wildflowers and blue rice fields were seen all the way.

Ning Que was sitting by the window, looking at the fertile fields in the south of Datang, thinking about the scenes he had heard in the farmer’s house before, and thinking that there might be no chance to meet the farmer again in this life, so he could not help but give birth With emotion, I understood why the academy and elder brothers paid so much attention to Tang Law.

"It is said that Xiling is a godsend country. In fact, my Datang is really a godsend country. The southern fields are fertile, the weather is smooth and there are few disasters, and the mountains are the innate strategic barriers to the south...Of course, these are all It’s not important. What’s important is that this is the academy, there is Tang law, and your majesty and officials who really take Tang law seriously, and that farmer and even Li Zheng can live so seriously."

He said: “There must be corrupt officials in Datang, and there are people with corrupted morals like me. But as long as most people are living such serious lives, then this fertile field is equal to It’s a great thing to keep pouring hard work intermittently and it will continue to be fertile."

Sangsang asked: "What do you want to say?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said: "What I want to say is... I suddenly had an urge to throw my head and sprinkle blood for this country. You know, I have always been terrified of this inexplicable sense of blood. , Because this kind of enthusiasm makes people die too quickly, so I admire those former sages when the country was founded."

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Xiling is deep in the mountains. On the side of Zhishou, there is also a large flat meadow. The only difference is that the meadows here are different from those in the south of the Tang Dynasty. There are no grape trusses on them, and there are no houses painted in various bright colors. There are only green grasses with the same height and a majestic temple.

In the refining pharmacy behind the Taoist Temple. These days, I have been constantly swaying the faint fragrance of medicine. The simple medicine cauldron has always been resting on the fire. Long Qing still goes to the cave every day to serve those strange old Taoists, but he spends all his remaining time in the refinery. Medicine on this matter.

Longqing’s method of refining medicine comes from the script of Tianshusha, so naturally there will be no problems. However, after a few days of refining, the fragrance of medicine vented from the tripod became stronger and stronger, but it still failed.

The cultivation methods and medicine refining methods recorded on the sand scrolls are all-encompassing and omnipresent. And it's not limited to Dao Sects-Sitting Di Pill is not the holy medicine of Dao Sects, but the painstaking medicine of Buddhism.

Long Qing knows the reason why Zuodidan is rare. It's not because the masters of Buddhism really have no ambition to practice. It's because the raw materials needed for this flavour sitting earth pill are nearly exhausted. And this so-called painstaking medicine really requires painstaking effort.

He has made this furnace sitting earth pill, but he has not been able to make a tripod. What he is waiting for is the painstaking effort.

The painstaking effort required for the sacred medicine of Buddhism can't be the heart of pigs and dogs, nor can it be the heart of wolf. But the mood is truly calm and the breath is truly pure. The blood of the heart of a martyr willing to die.

Such hard work is naturally hard to find in the world, especially for the Buddha sect who pays attention to compassion and killing. Where are they willing to use the lives of their disciples to refine medicine, and the ascetic monk cultivates to the state of willing martyrdom, but it is bound to stop. How could it be possible to use this **** method for the pill, an external method?

Because of these reasons, this kind of pill, which is not as good as Tongtian pills, but is also very magical, has never actually appeared in Buddhism, nor is there in the legendary Hanging Temple. On the contrary, it was the demonic sect that flourished. At that time, two eminent monks from the Moon Kingdom had been captured alive and practiced Liangding.

As time passed, the Demon Sect withered, and the two tripods sitting earth pills had already exhausted their medicine. If Long Qing refines this tripod pill, it will really shock the world of cultivation.

It's just...Where can the ascetic with a calm mind and pure breath look for? Long Qing's cultivation level is so bad now, how can he kill those monks to get his pains?

In the dimly lit room, the medicine cauldron slowly breathed out a mist with medicinal fragrance, and several strands floated to his face. Long Qing's face was looming in the fog, and a very faint and complicated smile appeared in his gray eyes, as if he was mocking himself and mocking the unfortunate people in the world.

He stretched out his hand and took off the black peach blossom on his chest, then slowly took off his old Taoist robe, and calmly and meticulously folded it on the ground beside the futon.

**The skin of the body is extremely pale, just like the jade at the moment before weathering. There is a hole about the size of a fist on the chest. The hole runs through the body, and the squeezed and petrified internal organs are vaguely visible. The color is disgusting and looks terrifying to the extreme.

This is the hole where he was shot out by Ning Que with Yuan thirteen arrows on the snow cliff of the wasteland.

No one knows how Long Qing survived such a serious injury.

In the arrow hole, white bones and squirming internal organs can be seen faintly, and a blood-red heart can be seen slowly beating deep to the left.

Long Qing walked to the medicine cauldron and used strong willpower to make his hands no longer tremble. Then he held a small knife, leaned into the arrow hole in his chest, and gently scratched the surface of the heart with the blade.

A drop of blood slowly oozes there.

An unbearable and extreme pain, starting from the heart, crossing the shortest distance, and reaching the bottom of my heart.

Long Qing's face suddenly turned pale, as if all the blood had flowed away.

He exhausted all his strength before he let out a desperate howl, but his facial features were distorted in pain, like a grimace in the night.

After a while, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the medicine cauldron with white mist.

Suddenly, the medicine cauldron was boiling like a sea, tumbling like anger, and the fragrance of the medicine suddenly converged, leaving only a strong smell of blood.

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(After careful consideration, I came to the conclusion that the book "Jiang Ye" must have some shortcomings, but if you want to make a good statement, compared with my previous books, it is basically a good idea. I still spent a little bit of blood on progress.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets from the starting point. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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