The first cause of all realms

Chapter 500

Pingshui County is located on the edge of Yanzhou, bordering Longyuan and Baizhou across the mountain. It is not prosperous, but it is densely populated.

It's a pity that after the great chaos in the Northwest, there were so many refugees that they seemed a little cold.

In broad daylight, no shops were seen open. In the wind and snow, there were only Yang Qiang and his party, as well as a few yamen servants and soldiers, most of whom were old and frail.

Yang Jue's five senses are so keen, he can naturally detect the eyes staring at him anxiously through the gaps in the doors and windows, and the whole small town is filled with twilight energy.

A few sporadic children were having fun in the snow, but it was the only place that seemed to be alive.

The blacksmith's shop was open, but there were no fires, only a few blacksmiths huddled in the room, smoking dry cigarettes and frowning.

Seeing a guest, he was not very happy to see them, until Yang Jue took out the gold ingot, he smiled a little, and he didn't reject the borrowing of the fire in the slightest.

And all the ores and iron ingots in the shop were taken out.

There are a lot of minerals in the Northwest Road. Although there is no black iron ore vein near Pingshui County, there is also a lot of black iron in this blacksmith shop. In the past, these were all stuffed at the bottom of the box. Someone wanted to buy it instead of grabbing it, and immediately took it out.

It's a pity that this amount of black iron is far from enough to build a ten-forged black iron soldier. For Yang Jue, it can only be said that nothing is better than nothing.

"Give me the information on the rebel army that Yan Dongjun belongs to, especially those in nearby counties."

Yang Jue gave an order.

"Yes."

Qi Wensheng was a good follower, although he still had a lot of doubts about this little uncle, he could only lead his disciples away.

"The corruption of Northwest Road is probably the epitome of many state capitals in the future..."

Yang Yu was silent.

Longyuan Dao is also somewhat chaotic, but with the strength of the garrisons in the three states, it can still maintain it for the time being. However, not every state or state can have a garrison as powerful as Longyuan Dao.

The border garrison is far from comparable in the customs.

Whoosh!

The bellows was beating, the flames were rising, and the heat wave was surging. Yang Jue held a sledgehammer and knocked casually. The eyelids of several blacksmiths jumped wildly, and the whole blacksmith shop was trembling.

Bingjia psychic art is probably the slowest progress among the strange arts that Yang prison has learned. Apart from black iron arrows and double-edged knives, he rarely forges other things.

But at this moment of beating, it was still necessary to repair the double-edged knife that was pointed into two pieces by the sloppy Taoist.

For him, this process is naturally not cumbersome. When beating the iron ingot, he can still concentrate on counting, and perceive the living dead No. [-] on the other end through the Zhenxie seal.

At the same time, you can also separate your mind to figure out the practice of keeping the precepts.

Martial arts and precepts are two completely different things.

The former, no matter how obscure, often have some images and the like, even if they are painted as stick figures, they can be imitated step by step.

Observing precepts requires a lot of mystery, and even if there are annotations for many of the terms, those who don't know how to read them will only be confused.

But in the final analysis, keeping the precepts is not just a matter of silently saying a word in your heart, it needs to be practiced.

He once spent a period of time with the abstinence monk of Fulong Temple. The Fulong Temple where this young monk is located is a very small branch of Buddhism. There are only 18 people in each generation of the "Eight Precepts and Ten Virtues", each of whom holds one precept.

The reason why the little monk went down the mountain was not to act chivalrously, but to prepare for keeping the precepts.

Rebooting, rebooting, not seeing sex, how do you know what is rebooting?

Observing the precepts is not about saying a word in your heart, but putting it into action, using it to feed back your soul, and be firm in your mind. Only in this way can you walk in the sea of ​​laws.

boom!
Under the sledgehammer, sparks splashed everywhere, and Yang Jue took out the double-edged knife that was broken in two, but his mind fell into silence:

"This method of keeping the precepts is very similar to the legendary immortal Buddha's calamity..."

……

……

Huhu~
The stern north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow all over the world.

Twenty miles south of Pingshui County, there is a small town. It is said to be a small town, but in fact it doesn't even have a city wall. It is just a gathering place for many small villages nearby.

The felled wood is not enough to make a wooden wall, and many people are needed to patrol and guard.

That night, the north wind was particularly cold, and the patrolling militiamen were shivering in the wind and snow, so they could only keep stomping their feet and rubbing their hands to keep warm, and sometimes swearing at God.

But no one dared to be careless. Every time they walked to a place without wooden walls, they would tightly hold the knife and fork in their hands. To be precise, they were hatchets and dung forks.

There are naturally a lot of weapons in the town, but they are only patrolling, so naturally they can't take turns.

call!
At a certain moment, a figure sprang out of the night, alarming the guarding militiamen.

"Who?!"

"It's me, Ergou!"

The visitor stomped his feet fiercely, shaking the snow off his body, his face turned blue with cold.

"Ergou, what's the matter, did you find anything?"

Several militiamen surrounded them.

"Be careful, I'll go find Boss Huang!"

Ergou's face turned blue, he didn't stop, and rushed to a certain place in the town, his speed was very fast, obviously he had martial arts.

After a while, they came to a small courtyard.

"Who?"

In the small courtyard, the lights were on, and a thin but slender man in unlined clothing stepped out, holding a cold steel knife in his hand.

"Brother Huang."

Seeing someone coming, Ergou just breathed a sigh of relief.

The person in front of him is named Huang Hu, he is one of the most famous people in a hundred li radius, he not only can read and write, he has been in the army for several years, he was also a headhunter in the city, and he is very skilled in martial arts.

In the past few years, it was he who single-handedly gathered dozens of nearby villages together, formed a militia, and invited some retired veterans to protect the town.

"Have you found anything?"

Huang Hu frowned.

The little skinny man in front of him, named Wang Ergou, was one of the ten most vigilant scouts he selected in the small town, wandering in the wilderness every day.

"A calamity is coming..."

Er Gou's face turned bitter, and his five senses were all crowded together: "Over Niutou Mountain, there are at least 20 torches, a dozen bonfires, and many dragons and horses..."

"Ryoma?!"

Hearing the previous words, Huang Hu's face was still stable, and his heart couldn't help trembling when he heard the word 'dragon horse'.

"Did you see clearly?"

Even in Northwest Road, where there are two major horse breeding lands in Ming Dynasty, dragon horses are extremely precious things. There are nearly [-] people in the town where he is now, but there is not a single horse.

Such a precious animal, not to mention in times of chaos, even in normal times, is not something ordinary people can afford.

"Those beasts are more than nine feet tall at the shoulder, and their eyes are like lanterns at night. Can you be mistaken?"

Er Gouzi panicked.

"Calm down, go and notify the guards, alert!"

Huang Hu's face changed several times, but he still suppressed the worry in his heart, and ordered Ergou to inform the others, while he turned back into the house.

"Uncle..."

In the house with only one oil lamp, a thin and shriveled old man was smoking a pipe. Seeing Huang Hu come in, he knocked on the pipe:
"What, panicked?"

"If it's bandits and refugees who come here, I'm not afraid of thousands of people, but Longma..."

After entering the door, the sadness on Huang Hu's face could not be concealed.

In the past few years, he has dealt with a lot of bandits and refugees, but these days, the big bandits have gone to respond to Yan Dongjun, and those who can see a small town like him will naturally not be famous. Role.

Maybe those who ride dragon horses are the best of the best in the army, and it is even less likely that they are ordinary people in the army of bandits.

"If you can't beat it, just join."

The old man didn't take it seriously, took another puff of dry tobacco, and exhaled smoke rings:

"You are also a good player who changed blood four times, let alone a group of bandits, even if you join the Yan army, you are qualified!"

"No!"

Huang Hu flatly refused:

"There are many folks in the town who watched me grow up, and I must never abandon them!"

In the past few years, he has seen too many tragedies. Villages and small towns were looted and burned, and countless people died in the chaos.

He grew up eating a lot of food, how could he have the heart to watch these folks also suffer such a catastrophe?
"Then let's die together."

The old man shook his head slightly:
"In today's world, if you can protect them for a while, is it possible that you can protect them for a lifetime? Once this batch is dismissed, there will be another batch sooner or later..."

"The world is like this, how do you treat it?"

Gently tapping the pot of the cigarette pipe, the old man looked indifferent.

"The imperial court bullied us, the rebellious army bullied us, and the bandits bullied us too! We are all human, why should we be bullied forever..."

Huang Hu fell to his knees with a 'plop' and almost gritted his teeth:

"Uncle, I know you are a capable person, please save us..."

"The strong prey on the weak, this has been the case since ancient times. Don't talk about me, even the heroes of the past and present, who can do it?"

The old man was neither happy nor angry, and his cold expression made Trance feel chills.

"I can save you, but I can't save everyone."

"I……"

Huang Hu's body shook.

"They are coming soon."

The old man raised his hand lightly, and pointed at Huang Hu's eyebrows. The latter's pupils shrank, and after a hot current filled his whole body, he felt that his eyes and ears became extremely sensitive.

The sound of horseshoes was faintly heard from far away.

"Is there no other way..."

Huang Hu shook his head bitterly. From the sound of hooves, he could tell that it was the sound of at least a dozen horses.

He was born in the army, of course he knew what it meant.

Ten dragons and horses lined up and charged, without an organized army or martial arts masters, ordinary militiamen, even a thousand people would be killed!

Dangdang~
In the small town, the sound of the gong has already sounded, and a large number of militiamen poured out from all the streets.

They are old and young, some are carrying steel knives, some are carrying dung forks, some are veterans, some are farmers...

And they all gathered towards his courtyard.

"Other ways, not without..."

The old man's eyes became deep:

"It's just that the old man is afraid that you don't have the courage."

In the snowy night, the sound of approaching horseshoes was like thunder, and the sound was scary.

"Please teach me, uncle!"

Huang Hu grabbed the ground with his head and made a noise.

"good very good."

Amidst the faint laughter, Huang Hu suddenly raised his head, and saw that the old uncle who had taught him martial arts for more than a month had disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

In situ, only a palm-sized stone tablet was left.

"Everything is born to support man, and man has nothing to repay the sky..."

　Continue to code words, and try to get out before three o'clock.

　
(End of this chapter)