Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 249|Man as bestiality

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No matter how many people panic shouting, hiding, or tapping on the utensils, the sun still disappears little by little.

In a temple on the outskirts of Runxian County, people were crowded with panic-faced people.

While looking anxiously at the sky outside, he made random gestures of prayer in front of the Buddha statue.

Only the elderly are more religious and calm. They yell at the juniors to prevent them from running outside.

Tengu eclipse day is unlucky. People believe that even if they are exposed to that kind of light, they will get sick. People who beat gongs and drums stand under the porch and cannot enter the house without crossing the brazier. The longer it gets dark, the more ominous it is.

The master of Fengxing Pavilion, Qiu Jing, wore a plain robe, and stood in the wing through the window looking at the noisy scene in the front hall of the temple.

She suffered injuries to her forehead, shoulders, and back.

The injury was not serious, it was just a burn on the back, and the skin and flesh were so festering that it was difficult to heal. It looked terrifying even with medicine.

"Pavilion Lord, there is a shortage of doctors and medicines. I would have asked Dr. Mo to prescribe a prescription..."

"The situation last night was in desperate situation, where there is no time to seek medical advice, minor injuries, no blows and rain, just keep it."

Qiu Jing said lightly, but her subordinates dare not relax at all.

Wounds are difficult to heal, so sores are easy to develop. Once the suppuration recurs, the gods will not be able to save them.

Although they are people from the rivers and lakes, they carry good gold wound medicine with them, and are very good at treating traumatic injuries. They will not lose their lives because of a small wound like ordinary people or soldiers, but burns are troublesome. Not only pain, but even bandaging is difficult.

"Pavilion Lord, why don't we go to Jingzhou for healing first."

Qiu Jing's subordinates suggested worriedly.

After last night, almost everyone in Fengxingge's master was injured, and they all needed a good rest.

But this situation cannot be stopped. They need to constantly investigate the details of the group of shopkeeper Sun, and investigate whether their Fengxing Pavilion is distributed in nearby hidden piles and whether the sub-rudder has fallen or been monitored and controlled. At the same time, he had to go to war to spread the news of A Furong quickly to everyone who should know.

Qiu Jing didn't close her eyes overnight. This temple was a place where one of her father's parents handed over her home. It was safe and reliable, and it did not involve the power of the world.

However, you cannot stay for long.

The Xiliang people have a big picture, and there are more forces hidden in the dark. They should not stay anywhere for a long time, otherwise they may cause disasters.

Looking at these people who were panicked just because of the solar eclipse, Qiu Jing seemed to be blocked by something in his chest, extremely depressed.

"Pavilion Master?" The people in Fengxing Pavilion were shocked, thinking that Qiu Jing was suffering from a dark injury.

"Nothing."

Qiu Jing slowly put down her heart-to-mouth hand, and suddenly asked: "If everyone is literate, can read a few books, know the dangers of cults such as the Sacred Lotus Altar, know that Afurong can't touch it, and understand that the sun is not a tengu. After eating and vomiting, what will the world look like?"

This can stop Qiu Jing's subordinates.

Since the Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, officials have been "herdsmen". To put it bluntly, the people are like cattle and sheep. Apart from being obedient and not making troubles, they only need to live and breed from generation to generation, so that there are people in the fields to cultivate and the treasury to harvest grain. With Ding Nengzheng in war, the ruler can rule better.

Who would bother to teach people to know more?

Qin Fen’s words of a hundred schools are the first of foolishness.

People in the dynasties and dynasties can read, but reading is inherently a costly task, and ordinary peasant children can neither afford to read nor learn anywhere.

"The prosperity of the world needs people. It is a pity that people sitting on the throne, people wearing official hats, add two words to this sentence."

The prosperity of the world requires the people to be obedient.

The imperial court is short of people, so more children will be born, and if the imperial court wants money and food, they will farm the land well.

People's hearts are changeable and rebellious? Then the three outlines and five constant pressures, the state governs the world, the clan governs the family, layer upon layer of management, restraint... No need to think about anything, no need to think about anything, and obedient.

Qiu Jing slowly clenched his fists, listening to the wailing complaints of his subordinates.

"Qi dynasty Lu Zhang usurped the throne, his son Yongchen killed the emperor, and aristocratic families acted against the Lu family. Officials in remote areas refused to obey the king’s orders and concealed all sorts of disasters. Then he caught up with the three-year drought in Yongzhou. Sacred lotus altar is intent on inciting fools, and wars in the southwest will befall. The three kings of the southern Yichu are either drunk and dying, or Xiaoqiang fights inside, with good eyes and low hands... I thought or this is the destiny, the destiny has not arrived, and there is no blessing. It’s not bad to barely maintain the status quo. As a result, a group of Xiliang people emerged."

Some people are mad and want to make contributions, and naturally some people don’t want to make a comeback.

Once a war is fought, the seemingly luxuriant and well-staffed Fengxing Pavilion will instantly collapse, because the most under their command are ordinary people with a little fist, because they don’t want to wander around and have no food to eat, and they don’t want to join the army everywhere. Under the control, this can start the business of selling news. Perhaps they seem to be much better than ordinary people, able to fight and run, but if the world is really chaotic, a horseshoe of a group of insurgent soldiers with cold arrows will also kill them.

The most important thing in Fengxing Pavilion is not the people, but the news chain distributed in various places, as well as the channels for detecting intelligence and collecting the price of rice and salt.

Along with the war, these channels and the news chain will disappear.

"...Pavilion Lord, there is new news from Runxian County! Something happened in the Chenghuang Temple area!"

Qiu Jing cheered up and took the information from his subordinates.

——The fighting of unfamiliar masters led to the disappearance of the roof of a street. People saw the whirlwind that looked like a monster, and the people in the county rushed out of the city gate in panic.

Qiu Jing first took a breath, then showed awe-inspiring expression.

"The man behind the scenes shows up."

The true leader of the killer organization, the backbone of the Xiliang people, and the benefactor of the swordsman Su Li.

Although they did not receive Qiu Jing's order, the people from Fengxing Pavilion immediately began to deploy personnel to investigate the situation after the withdrawal of Sun's House.

"I don't know who is higher and lower than Meng Qi's martial arts."

"Didn't Meng Qi still have Doctor Mo next to him?"

"If you want to say this, that person is still the leader of the killer organization. He can train a swordsman Su Li, and maybe there is a second one. I heard that the martial arts of the Mojiati Temple in Xiliang Country in the past was quite good. High and deep, not inferior to Hengchang Temple and Tianshan Sect. If the Xiliang people have been plotting for a long time, I am afraid that they have a lot of masters."

Qiu Jing's expression became more solemn as he listened to the rushing speeches of his subordinates.

Finally, they looked at each other carefully and asked: "Pavilion Lord, or let's go back first, ask your father to come forward... The matter has already involved the general trend of the world. This is not something we can easily reverse, we must get Other assistance."

Qiu Jing frowned, and said in a deep voice: "People are looking for, but we can't go. The opportunity is not to be missed and we will not come again. The power of Xiliang people in Runxian was messed up by Meng Guoshi, and they had to give up. If they leave later, who can catch their fox tail?"

Looking at the hesitant expressions of the masters of Fengxing Pavilion, Qiu Jing said in an accented tone: "Don’t forget that Meng Qi was the former state teacher. Although it was the Chu dynasty who destroyed Xiliang, the Chu dynasty The time is basically gone, only the Three Kings of the Chu Kingdom. If the Xiliang people are committed to rejuvenating the country, as long as their leader is not a fool, they will not waste energy seeking revenge on Meng Qi, and for Meng Qi...what is he necessary? Do you have to stop these Xiliang people?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and their discoloration immediately changed.

Qiu Jing sighed, and continued in a deep voice: "Meng Qi is alone and has no worries. It is easy for a master like him to live in the mountains and forests so that he will never be able to find him. He was not like this for many years. Do it? Whether this world is surnamed Lu or Li, whether Xiliang is in power or the king is granted the throne, will he care? It is us who are really threatened and will be affected, not Meng Qi."

"But Meng Guoshi..."

The master of Fengxing Pavilion hesitated to speak.

They want to say, Meng Qi shouldn't be someone who sits idly by?

Everyone knows what kind of person he used to be, the founder of the Chu Dynasty. When Meng Qi appeared in front of people, they subconsciously suspected, and they instinctively believed in this person when they encountered a dangerous situation. This was contradictory enough.

Qiu Jing didn't say a word.

Yes, Meng Qi may not be a "herdman" or someone who treats the people as cattle and sheep, but--

"The ruler is short, the inch is long, and the chaos will rise, who can save it? When the world is working together, if you blindly count on others to shelter from the wind and rain, and hope for a little respite, the next day I am afraid that there is no place to die."

Qiu Jing looked solemn, and everyone understood what she meant.

The people of Xiliang have won the world, will Meng Qi die? Will the ink carp die?

No, it doesn't even have any impact. The top masters only need to disappear and live in the mountains and forests. It is them who really suffer.

If Fengxingge retreats at this time and doesn't contribute in time...maybe there will be no chance again.

"Isn’t Runxian rumored that the evil dragon is present? With the current solar eclipse, we will start from here." Qiu Jing's eyes have firm and determined conviction, and she calmly commanded, "Rumors spread, disaster to the Northwest , And to the southwest, the wolf’s ambition is to swallow the sun and the moon."

***

As the saying goes, one hundred thousand sticks around the waist, ride a crane down to Yangzhou.

In fact, Jingzhou, which is adjacent to Yangzhou, was more prosperous before the rise of salt merchants.

In ancient times, Jingzhou was a place where celebrities grew up in large numbers. The soil is fertile and it has eight prefectures and 27 counties under its jurisdiction. It is a pity that after the fall of the Chu Dynasty, the north and the south were divided into two parts. Jingzhou was abruptly divided into two parts. The one on the north is smaller and the one on the south is larger.

As a result, large tracts of land were converted into military camps, with two people stationed there.

Most of them are naval forces.

Most of the Qi dynasty troops were from the north and were not good at water warfare. Although the navy was barely built, none of the generals and soldiers was willing to take the initiative to fight against the southern Yichu regime.

The navy soldiers did not want to, because they were mostly recruited for the locals, and their ancestors were related to the Jiang side; the generals did not want to accept the throne that the Lu family got, so why should they be one? The villain who usurped the throne to fight the world? Fighting **** and fighting all the belongings to the south, you will get a reward at most, and you must also beware of being hidden by the Qi Diniao.

Furthermore, since Lu Zhang came to power, in order to prevent other people from holding the military power to force the palace to rebel, he repeatedly suppressed the military commanders, and the non-personnel civilians in the court fanned the flames. The Qi Dynasty military commander group has long complained. Up.

Although the treatment of the defenders of Jingzhou is better than that of the frontiers, it is not much better.

I'm not hungry, there is no sand in the rice porridge, and the cotton clothes are not stuffed with paper-the food and payment are also deducted. The generals can't support the family if they don't eat the free payment. In the long run, they will not stretch their hands on crooked roads.

There were people in the south who wanted to make money, but the Qi Dynasty in the north was short of money. The two garrisons hit it off. Two boats crossed the river secretly, transporting tea, raw silk, muslin, and private salt.

"...Hey, what is the battle! No one wants to fight unless it is too long?"

The river is long, and there are two small boats hidden in the reeds. The boatman is born big and thick, and there is no fishy smell on his body. It looks like he was born in the field, and his identity is revealed with a mouth without any concealment.

"Here, can I really cross the river here?"

It was an old woman who was still holding a child in her hand. She was stumbling and shedding tears.

"Guardian, the old son and daughter-in-law are gone, and all the relatives who can go to are on the other side. The old man can't use a **** and can't make money. I only hope that I can entrust my grandson to the same clan on the other side of the river. Baojia sees The old man is poor, saying that I can cross the river here, and I beg the officials to do well and give my grandson a way out!"

The old woman was about to kowtow as she said, the boatman waved his hand again and again and said: "What official, there is no official here, just cross the river if you give enough money."

The old woman hurriedly took out an old purse, emptied it, and tremblingly handed over half of the money.

"That's it?" The boatman looked disgustingly, "This is only enough for one person's shipping. Both the court and King Jing over there have stipulated that a piece of board is not allowed to go down the river, and we are doing a deceptive business. ."

The old woman knelt down with tears on her face.

The boatman frowned upset, then peered into the reed.

I saw three people standing scattered on the shore, a man who looked like a business man appeared, and the other two looked extraordinary.

The man on the left is wearing a white-washed outer shirt, dressed as an old boy, carrying a worn-out book bag, although he is poorly dressed, his eyes are brilliant, with a beard and silver hair, and Yi Fan Qingling. Fengshenxuan Ju. The one beside him stood a little farther away, with white hair and white beard like a hermit in the mountains, with a faint look of Xiao Jiu, without the scent of the fireworks in the world.

Although they are plainly dressed and have no long objects, as long as they are not blind, they can be seen at a glance that they are not ordinary people.

The boatman seemed to be offended, he only squinted over there.

The merchant flinched to the side, and the old boy walked over slowly, opened his book bag, and gave the boatman the usual money.

The boatman squinted and saw Qi Chao's solid copper coin, his face suddenly smiled, and his eyes were staring into the book bag desperately.

As a result, I only saw some used clothes, made of muslin, except for herbs, books, ink, brushes, etc. The boatman pouted his lips, looked away reluctantly, and waved impatiently: "Get on board."

When the hermit-like person passed by the crying old woman, he bowed his head slightly.

The old woman kowtows to him in a hurry, as if to beg for money.

"Okay, don't humiliate people there. Today's business is not good and you are dissatisfied. Anyway, the empty boat crosses the river to bring goods. I will not bring you too many. Come up." The boatman looked at the sky and strode. Go to the river.

The old woman was ecstatic, and quickly dragged her grandson, tightly carrying the baggage, and grabbed the two old men with gray beard and silver hair and climbed onto the boat, as if she was afraid that the boatman would regret it.

It was getting dark, the boatman untied the ropes, greeted the two companions who were squatting next to each other who smoked pots and bags, and got on the boat together.

Along with the creak of the sculls, the boat pressed against the shore and walked through a tall reed swamp.

The old woman huddled in the corner of the cabin with her grandson, but the profligate businessman seemed to be relieved, and smiled and took the initiative to say hello to the boatman: "Why are you here today? I'm sorry, this is money for tea for my brothers."

The boatman raised his hand and collected his purse, and said: "Hey, I blame the tengu eat days in the next day, and the fart is unlucky! A bunch of **** are as timid as a mouse and refuse to come out. Go out in person? I only walked in three days. This time I made one less profit. How can I explain to the above?"

The walking businessman nodded repeatedly and said: "That's that, it's not easy."

While speaking, he glanced at the bow and flattered: "Chang Ye is a bodhisattva heart. Forgiving the old woman half-consistent money, you don't even want the two of you."

The boatman followed and looked at the two men standing on the bow of the ship, and said with a grin: "Originally, the ship's freight, what is the price, and the price that has gone back is another price. Those who don't. Only catch the fat sheep and big fish blackmail, but the tricks are not polished. Wang San, what is the origin of those two people?"

"This...maybe a famous scholar."

The traveling merchant was very cautious, and the boatman whispered while shaking the scull: "Is it right, their clothes are worn out, but the jackets in their bags are all good materials. Can ordinary people afford it?"

"That--"

A trace of hostility flashed in the eyes of the walking businessman, and in a flash he pretended to be conscientious.

The boatman glanced at him indifferently, and taught: "Wang San, Wang San, how come you have served our generals for so many years, so how can you still look uncomfortable? Even if they are not ordinary, they may carry money and money with them. What's more, scholars are the most difficult to deal with, especially this kind of old man who is buried in his neck. Maybe there is a student who is the same year as an official, and there are all over the river. Not to mention blackmail and humiliation, if you **** it. Killed...you think no one will be looking for their whereabouts, and no one will die by that time, so we will run errands and do errands."

The traveling businessman suddenly realized, and at the same time, he understood why the boatman was so talkative, he also took the old woman.

"So, you stay away from this kind of person, collect the money and send the people there and it's all done." The boatman said, sighing, "Are there fewer scholars who have been going to the south over the years? Rich in the south and drought in the north, everyone thinks Jiangnan is good... Actually, except for celebrities and scholars, I think the squires and scholars who have escaped with their families can regret it!"

"How do you say this?"

The sudden voice frightened the boatman and jumped with the walking merchant. He looked up and saw that the hermit-like elder did not know when he was here.

The boatman thought to himself how this man walked silently, the river was swaying in wind and waves, and the boat was erratic, but the two men stood at the bow of the boat to watch the scenery. He suddenly wiped his face, and he had to guess that he really was someone with a background, but this has nothing to do with him, so he pretended to wave his hand casually: "It's me talking nonsense and disturbing Lao Zhang's cleanliness."

"It's okay." The old boy also walked slowly, his beard and hair neat, his face was clear, and he was almost half short when he spoke.

The so-called migration, qi and body, people's behavior and tone of speech are all different.

When the boatman recovered, he found himself half-bowed.

He cursed inwardly, but fortunately, he didn't faint this time, it seemed troublesome.

The "boatman" surnamed Chang didn't want to be bothered at all. He squeezed out a little smile and said briskly: "Oh, what I say later, I think it has been blown away by the wind on the river. Don’t remember this river, Lao Zhang, I don’t recognize it either."

The hermit frowned.

The boatman put down the oars, smoked the pan and bag, and said: "We have a drought in the north, and there is no harvest. The weather in the south is smooth and rainy, and nothing is fake. But the premise is that you can buy the ground, and then change the sentence. In other words, if you buy it, you must be able to keep it! No, Jingzhou filed a life lawsuit last month. There was Li Xiucai’s family and heirs who farmed and studied, 20 acres of good fields, and passed down the old Dier for several lifetimes. I was forced to buy it. Twenty acres, I gave three taels of silver... Li Xiucai had no way to file a complaint, and the family directly hung up at the gate of the state mansion. It would be a big trouble in the north of us. Jin Yiwei came home the next day. Where's the south? People pulled down to the mass grave and lost everything, nothing happened."

"Outrageous!"

"Lao Zhang calmed down his anger, let’s talk about scholars, ordinary squires don’t know how many people are ruined for this family. This south, looking at the prosperous times, everyone is rich, but if you are honestly a tenant, everyone in the family will eat food. , I’m so poor, I’m afraid I’m afraid you have a family."

The boatman continued slowly, "For example, Li Xiucai, did he provoke someone? No, his family is honest. Is his family's fertile fields attractive? No , It’s fertile in the north, but nothing in the south. I know the old man wants to ask, where does the trouble come from? Hey, the scattered fields near his house have been gradually bought by the rich and powerful over the years. A large area looked comfortable, but in the middle, it happened to sandwich 20 acres of Li's family. This is unhappy, and everyone is in their own family. What's the matter with other people's in the middle? Li's family also His brain is pedantic and he refuses to sell his ancestral properties. If he is willing to lose money, he can sell the land for money. But now, Li Xiucai, who is not enough for the market price, is not reconciled, and the result will be family destruction."

Speaking, the boatman suddenly felt all the goose bumps on the back of his neck.

This... murderous?

The boatman was taken aback, and quickly raised his eyes.

The old man who looked like a hermit walked to the side of the ship and seemed to look at the scenery.

Actually, in this dark sky, the moon is not out of Dongshan, and the river water is nothing good, but the literati are a bit stinky.

The boatman wanted to be a scholar with a bull-tempered temper. An article was so **** that it would be interesting to set off a big storm in the south of the Yangtze River.

"I don't know how to read, and I don't have much knowledge, but I heard people say that I would rather be a peaceful dog than for people in the troubled world... I think this is a wonderful statement. Only dogs can be done in a peaceful and prosperous age, and people cannot." Boatman Haha, I continued rowing.