old grace

Xie Qinghe returned to his original appearance. He was also about 11 years old, but he was much taller and more handsome than Su Shijing.

He opened his eyes amid Erlang's exclamation, and realized that his appearance had changed, but he wasn't too surprised.

This is a good thing for his new Qi Dao practice.

For his current situation, it is a big bad thing.

His skin is so weak that it can't hold the spirit, allowing the spirit to change the shape of the skin at will.

However, the divine soul just takes command as a matter of course, and cannot make up for the congenital deficiency of the skin.Just like one catty of noodles can only make eight steamed buns, but Shenhun wants to forcefully make eighteen steamed buns.So, where can the extra ten steamed buns go to find the missing flour?

Without flour, we can only add water desperately.If too much water is added, it will turn into a flour soup, and even a steamed bun cannot be made.

In other words, Xie Qinghe's appearance now is just a false prosperity, and it won't last long before Su Shijing's skin will completely collapse.

——Su Shijing is the center of the entire enchanted world.

Once Su Shijing's skin is dead and Xie Qinghe emerges, this journey will be completely over.Fu Chuan who came in with Xie Qinghe will also leave with him, and there is no chance to come again.

Xie Qinghe's purpose of this trip has been achieved, so it doesn't matter if he leaves, but Fu Chuan still has an unresolved knot in his heart.

"Erlang, go and move a stone, chisel and carve the star order of the Southern Dipper, and put it under the tree in front of the door." Xie Qinghe ordered.

Although his appearance has changed, his tone and demeanor will never change. Erlang immediately recognized that this person is the master, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he turned his head to look for the stone, still a little bit surprised: "Master, do you want me?" What kind of stone?"

"Ordinary people can't move it easily."

Xie Qinghe didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he could only sit under the eaves and command: "My practice has gone wrong, and I don't have time to report to your little master. If you leave a letter, I'm afraid it will be lost. You find a big rock that is not easy to move and put it on In front of the door, he came to see the letter on the stone and knew where I went, so he wouldn’t worry about it.”

The South Dipper marks life, and the Big Dipper marks death.

Xie Qinghe asked Erlang to engrave the order of the stars of the Southern Dipper on the stone, and Fu Chuan would know that he had to borrow his life.

Erlang was still looking for a canteen the size of a palm at first, but he changed his target when he heard the words, and picked a huge stone the size of a millstone from a long distance away, relying on the strange power accumulated in his practice, Gu Lu Gu Lu forcibly rolled it to the big tree in front of the door Down.

Xie Qinghe instructed him to grind away a cracked surface of the boulder, but Erlang was embarrassed: "Master, the sequence of stars in the Southern Dipper...?"

Xie Qinghe had no choice but to get closer, and tapped a few times on the stone surface.

After doing all this, Xie Qinghe didn't care about Erlang's running back and forth, and urged Erlang to pack dry food and water immediately, and carry him on the road.Erlang didn't dare to raise any objections, and he couldn't help but ask, "I'm carrying you?"

There are horse-drawn carriages and livestock, so why run with them on your back?How can two legs run faster with four legs?How can there be comfort in the car on the back?

"If I don't make it to the dense forest in Mang Mountain within seven days, I will definitely die." Xie Qinghe did not shy away from showing weakness, and had to tell Erlang that the matter was serious.

The hairs on Erlang's back stood up, and his hands and feet moved more and more briskly.

After waiting for a while, Xie Qinghe found that Erlang was crying tears. He was afraid that the tears would stain the pancakes, so he caught them with his sleeve.

"Why are you crying?" Xie Qinghe asked.

Erlang finally couldn't bear it any longer, and cried, "Seven days... how can I run past seven days?"

While weeping bitterly, he continued to make pancakes swiftly, dried the baked plain biscuits, wrapped them in oiled paper, and put them into a clean bag.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you about to die suddenly? Didn't you happily call your little master to see you yesterday? Mangshan Mountain is so far away... so far away... woo woo woo... seven days ...I really can't run..."

Xie Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Since I have made the arrangement, you just have to do your best, you won't be unable to do it."

Seeing Erlang crying with tears all over his face, Xie Qinghe didn't feel that he was getting old, but on the contrary, he was a little grateful for his innocence.After all, the person who is willing to cry for your death, regardless of talent or character, is at least one of your own.

Erlang prepared dry food, only some water, not even a change of clothes.

——It’s really impossible to take it with you.

Following Xie Qinghe's instructions, he made a back chair, and hung pancakes and water on both sides of the back chair.

After Xie Qinghe sat on the chair, Erlang squatted down, picked up the chair, and ran towards Mangshan Mountain.In order to shorten the distance in a hurry, I don’t care about following the road at all. When encountering mountains and rivers, wading in water, and encountering cliffs, if the distance is short and narrow, use a long rope to jump over it. The distance of the flying rope is just to climb down, and when you get to the opposite side, you can climb up again.

As for practitioners, they have not entered the Tao after all, and their physical strength always has its limit. Erlang also needs to eat and rest.

When his physical strength reached his limit, Erlang couldn't help crying: "Master, I'm useless."

Xie Qinghe refused to let him rest, saying: "If you lie down, I will die."

Erlang was so tired that he retched and had to grit his teeth and get up and continue running.

Xie Qinghe pointed out from behind him: "I will teach you the method of collecting qi. Just remember that the qi you collect is for your own use, and you have to return it to the heavens and the earth afterwards. First, swallow your breath at the dantian, from bottom to top, Open the heart and nine apertures..."

Erlang's entire consciousness was blurred, he only heard Xie Qinghe's voice, and he ran in a circle following the directions with all his energy.

For the first two days, Erlang had a very difficult time.The qi extraction technique learned for beginners cannot keep up with the consumption of physical energy, and there are ominous signs of collapse all the time.Just thinking of Xie Qinghe's threat of "If you lie down, I will die", Erlang could only grit his teeth and persist.

On the third day, Erlang became much more relaxed. He ran faster unconsciously, climbing mountains and ridges like flat ground.

There is no need for a seventh day at all.

On the night of the fifth day, Erlang ran into the area of ​​Mangshan Mountain.

Looking at the sporadic farm lights below the mountain, Erlang knelt down and cried, "Master, we have arrived!"

"Go further in. Find a place surrounded by thousand-year-old trees." Xie Qinghe said.

He wants to borrow his life to practice.

Erlang couldn't get over his joy, so he carried Xie Qinghe on his back and continued walking into the mountains.

In Mang Mountain, there are large trees, dense forests, silted leaves, and miasma.

Erlang was a young student in the capital. Although he lived in poverty, he hadn't even seen much farm work, let alone an ancient forest like Mangshan.

Xie Qinghe taught him various small methods of repelling insects and detoxification along the way. Under the pressure that he would lose his life if he was not careful, even Erlang's qualifications were ordinary, he learned it quickly and solidly.

After arriving at Mang Mountain, the canopy of the trees soared into the clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and Erlang's method of relying on celestial phenomena to identify the direction was useless.

What's more, to find a suitable place to practice, it also depends on Xie Qinghe himself.

With Xie Qinghe's current state, his skin is so weak that he can hardly even sit still.Erlang walked for half a day in Mang Mountain, and saw countless terrifying creatures along the way.All kinds of unidentifiable snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the animals and birds passing by in the mountains and forests are completely in the world of wild animals and poisonous insects, not a place for human beings to live.

"Master, such a big snake..." Erlang looked at the motionless boa constrictor lying on the ground, his legs went limp from fright.

Xie Qinghe remained silent.

Erlang didn't hear Xie Qinghe's answer, so he couldn't help but look back.

In the direction he was walking, the vegetation that had covered the sky and the sun had been barren, as if it had been burned by an intangible flame. All the vegetation had lost their life and dried up on the spot.The poisonous insects, rats and ants living in the trees and under the forest are still unconscious, crawling occasionally, with a click, the branches that are no longer tough are broken, and the leaves that are no longer moist are split...

"Go further in." Xie Qinghe ordered.

Prolonging life by borrowing the life of plants and trees is an ancient side door recorded in Zhibaodong classics.

As early as thousands of years ago, the plant life prolongation technique was not only a secrecy, but a very popular orthodox spell with extremely strict rules.Where there are people inhabiting, no borrowing is allowed; in a century-old forest, no borrowing is allowed; the vegetation has spirit but no spirit, and if there are plants in the old forest that have grown into essence, borrowing is not allowed.In the saying of borrowing life, there is borrowing and repayment.At this moment, I borrowed life from the grass and trees, and after strengthening myself, I have to return them one by one.

In many places, it is said that the dead trees come in spring, and the dead trees regenerate, most of which are caused by the monks who borrowed their lives and came to return their lives.

Between borrowing and repaying, there is no hindrance to the vegetation, maybe it can be nourished by monks and give birth to elves.

The reason for changing from righteous spells to partial ones is because the times have changed.

In ancient times, most of the raptors and beasts in the deep mountains and dense forests would pose a threat to ordinary people living outside. Therefore, in the old forest, the habitat of the raptors, beasts, and pythons was destroyed by the way, so that they had nowhere to live and die. , for the ancient monks, it is not a crime, but a merit.

With more and more people inhabited, there are fewer and fewer ancient dense forests, and the beasts and birds in the dense forest are no longer the enemy of human beings.

At this time, if the grass and trees borrow life technique is used on a large scale, the grass and trees can certainly be reborn in spring with dead trees. The time between death and life can range from a few years to decades or hundreds of years. Masses of dead wandered.

The monks reflected on themselves, and included the grass and trees in the side door, and no longer used them lightly.

This is also the reason why Xie Qinghe insisted on going to Mangshan to borrow his life.There are [-] miles of dense forests in Mangshan Mountain, even if he borrowed his order to destroy some of them, it would not hinder the small animals here from migrating to survive.If he borrowed his life from Tianshuiqiu near Wuxing City, all the birds and beasts there would have to die.

Erlang was originally frightened by the withered barrenness behind him, but after hearing Xie Qinghe explain the ins and outs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought Master was some kind of monster..." Erlang muttered.

"The method of collecting qi I taught you is also a branch of the technique of borrowing life from plants and trees. After you temporarily borrow the aura of mountains and rivers to strengthen yourself, remember to return it back. Asking for help from the world and everything is just a last resort, not your own. After all, it is not your own." Xie Qinghe warned.

In ancient times, many monks wanted to use the aura of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves, but none of them ascended as they wished, and all of them fell before the gate of heaven.

This line of cultivation has long been recognized as an evil way, and all the orthodox cultivation methods are no longer passed on, only recorded.

Erlang kept nodding his head: "Yes, Master, I will pay it back in a few days."

Xie Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not asking you to pay it back right away. After you have succeeded in cultivation, you just need to clear up the aura. You get it from the heavens and the earth, and you return it to the heavens and the earth. The heavens and the earth have their own way, so they will naturally be taken away."

In the dense forest, there is no light at all.

After Xie Qinghe borrowed the energy of plants and trees, his condition improved a lot in an instant, and he instructed Erlang to look for it in the depths of Mangshan Mountain.

Erlang learned the art of repelling insects and controlling beasts, and drove all kinds of poisonous insects, snakes and rats around along the way. Occasionally, the practice got out of control, so he had to rely on Xie Qinghe to clean up the mess for him.Fortunately, there are ancient trees everywhere in the dense forest, Xie Qinghe used his left hand to repel insects with his right hand, so there will be no accidents.

After walking for another two days, he finally found a thousand-year-old forest in the depths of Mangshan Mountain that fit Xie Qinghe's wishes.

"Are these trees 1000 years old?" Erlang said with emotion in his eyes.

Xie Qinghe didn't tell him that these trees are tens of thousands of years old at most, and at least seven to eight thousand years old.

If placed in other places, these trees can become fine.It's a pity that the aura of this place is internally soaked, and the essence of plants and trees is used to close itself.That is to say, this place is filled with smoke and smog, preventing humans from approaching, and absorbing the luck of the vegetation.Therefore, there is no one approaching this land, and the vegetation grows freely, but no old tree has ever grown into a spirit.

"Right here, put me down." Xie Qinghe said.

The silted fallen leaves could not be cleaned up completely, so Erlang dragged a piece of rotten wood knocked down by lightning close to him, and put down the back chair.

Xie Qinghe stood up slowly, and closed his eyes for a moment surrounded by ancient trees.

"puff--"

Xie Qinghe spat out a mouthful of old black blood.

Erlang was so frightened that he hurried forward: "Master?"

"That's...that's it." Xie Qinghe vomited out blood, and he spit out some residual blood while speaking, "I want to enter meditation practice, it may take some time. Life in this place is hard, you can go out of the dense forest and wait , or, to find your little master?"

Erlang ran to Mang Mountain with him on his back, knowing that he was weak, so he was not willing to leave: "Master also knows that life here is hard, I can run and dance and have some strength, so I can take care of Master's daily life. It's just that we come into the mountain , I didn’t bring anything... When Master gets better, I’ll go outside the mountain to buy some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, bedding and robes..." He couldn’t help asking hesitantly, "Are we going to stay longer?"

It was also the first time for Xie Qinghe to encounter such a situation, and he had no idea: "Three to five months?"

Then you must go shopping to live your life.Erlang had a clue in his mind, nodded and said, "I see."

Xie Qinghe quickly sat back on the chair and began to meditate.

Erlang stood beside him, finding a place to squat down when he was tired.He has been running wildly for the past few days, and he didn't eat much of the dry food he brought, that is, Xie Qinghe ate a few mouthfuls.Now that I was bored, I opened the bag and found that the pancakes were moldy, so I had to throw them aside.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Xie Qinghe is still practicing with his eyes closed.

Erlang was sleepy and bored, first he used the tactic of repelling insects and beasts to tidy up the surrounding area, watching all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants running out.

He slept at Xie Qinghe's feet, and soon fell asleep.

after waking up.

Xie Qinghe is still practicing.

Bored, Erlang ran a little further away to fill up some water, lit a fire and roasted an unfamiliar little animal. There was no condiment, and it tasted a bit fishy, ​​but it was delicious.Erlang thought it might be because he had been hungry for seven or eight days and kept drinking to fill his belly.

Near Mizusawa, he found something that looked like a caryopsis.

It’s just that all kinds of crops in the dense forest seem specious, and Erlang is not from a farming family. He has no experience with things that grow in the ground, and he dare not pick and eat them randomly—the small animals will not be poisoned if they are roasted. Grass, flowers, and fungi, if you are not careful, you will eat people to death.

After half a day, Erlang was bored and started to do his homework until he started to feel sleepy again.

……

After three to five days passed, Erlang couldn't stand it anymore.

Xie Qinghe sat motionless on the back chair, breathing evenly, with a relaxed and gentle expression, without the slightest sign of pain.

After all, Erlang was also a practitioner who was brought in. Knowing that Xie Qinghe was in good condition, he didn't have to worry about Master not eating, resting or going to the toilet.However, Xie Qinghe's samadhi lasted for five days, and he didn't know how long it would take.Maybe three to five months!

After thinking about it, Erlang applied another insect-repelling and beast-repelling formula to the nearby area, and then ran outside as soon as possible.

This exorcism and beast control formula is not to protect Xie Qinghe, but to protect all kinds of small insects and animals without sanity.

When Xie Qinghe entered meditation, he was protected by his own magical powers.If snakes, rats and ants come to climb, they are usually not driven away.However, if the snakes, insects, rats and ants have the slightest intention to attack, they will immediately be attacked indiscriminately by Xie Qinghe who is in meditation.At this time, Xie Qinghe was awake but not awake at all, and all birds, beasts, poisonous insects and ants who approached him would die.

Erlang lost his way in the dense forest without any accidents, and after searching for almost three days in a daze, he finally found a way out when he bumped into the boundary of grass and trees that Xie Qinghe borrowed his life and withered all the way.He calculated to delay the time, worried that Xie Qinghe would not find him when he left the customs, he just wanted to buy something quickly and rush back, he would rather spend more money and go to a nearby farmhouse outside the forest to exchange some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

Unexpectedly, the mountain people who live by the mountains are so poor that they can't afford salt at all. Where can they buy it?

Only then did Erlang realize that since when did I also get used to the days when every meal is rich in oil and red sauce, with big fish and big meat?

He felt that it was okay for him to be hard, since childhood was hard life anyway.However, Master is different.When the little master was around, how well did he take care of the master?Spring water is used for drinking tea, and well water is used for cooking. There must be no mistakes or omissions.

If the master opens his eyes, I will give him a piece of roasted meat without salt... The little master may strangle me to death!

As a last resort, Erlang continued to run outside.

From the village to the township, and then to the county, it is considered that I have bought all the condiments and fabrics.He ran into the woods carrying all kinds of pots, pans and pans, unfortunately lost his way for another two days before finding Xie Qinghe's retreat in the ancient forest.

Xie Qinghe is still practicing with his eyes closed!

Erlang checked the surrounding area, and there was no trace of daily life, so it can be seen that the master really never opened his eyes.

... There are more than ten days before and after, right?

Erlang looked at the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots and pans that he carried back, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Is it possible...

Is it really going to be three to five months before Master will wake up?

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Xie Qinghe slowly opened his eyes.

He knew that a long time had passed.

However, thousands of ancient trees were continuously lent to him, and he did not feel hunger, thirst and exhaustion, and his skin lost his sense of body.Therefore, Xie Qinghe did not have a very accurate understanding of how long this so-called "very long period of time" was.

After opening his eyes, everything Xie Qinghe saw confuses him.

He remembered that he was sitting on a piece of rotten wood struck by lightning, surrounded by a gloomy forest.

Now he is sitting in a simple wooden house. This wooden house has a high roof that can shelter from the heavy rain from the sky. However, under the roof, there is a large hollow wall panel that allows the wind to flow naturally.The downward wall panel is also very strange. It is obviously surrounded on all sides, and many holes have been dug, so it has no wind blocking effect at all.

The room was empty, nothing.

Xie Qinghe looked down, no, it's not that there is nothing.Beside him, there was a duster made of the tail feathers of an unknown animal. The handle was familiar, which showed that it was often used.

...Is this for dusting my body?Xie Qinghe found it a little ridiculous, and also a little funny.

His clothes don't fit anymore.

A voluminous gown was draped over the shoulders and lightly tied at the waist.

This was obviously put on by Erlang.She wanted to change him into new clothes, but she didn't dare to get too close, so she could only put them on roughly.

Xie Qinghe could feel that the original clothes were too small to fit, but he didn't feel the discomfort of being strangled.He took off his outer robe to look, and found that the original clothes had been cut open, the two sleeves were cut open, the waists on both sides were cut, and the trousers were also cut...

There are only a few pieces of cloth left, barely hanging on the body, no wonder it doesn't feel strangled.

Hearing the commotion in the room, Erlang sneaked in, his lips trembling: "Da, Master..."

This man had a hard life.

His hair was tied up in a mess like a bird's nest, and his clothes were ragged and tattered, but he had grown a whole body of tendons.

"This is... how many years?" Xie Qinghe asked uncertainly.

"It's been six years!" Erlang's face was full of sadness and joy, "Master, I almost thought you would sit here for the rest of your life!"

The agreed three to five months, who would have known that it would not last for three to five years!

Xie Qinghe sat here in samadhi, unaware of the passage of time, and felt nothing. Erlang, who was guarding him, neither had an explanation, nor did he know the details, and he didn't even have much knowledge about cultivation, so he didn't know how long he would be in prison.

For Erlang, it was just aimless waiting.As he said, it may take a lifetime.

six years.

He just waited obediently.

Before the rainy season came, he built a house for Xie Qinghe to protect Xie Qinghe from the rain.

Fearing that the tightly packed house would block Xie Qinghe's practice, he tried his best to raise the roof and dig holes in the wall panels to let the wind flow.

Put on new clothes for Xie Qinghe.

Made a feather duster to dust off Xie Qinghe's body...

"I originally wanted to report to my little master." Erlang recounted the anxiety and grievances of the past six years, "but then I thought, what if I just left, master, you will leave the customs? I am afraid that I will go too far. It's too late to come back, in case you have any accident..."

Xie Qinghe couldn't settle down and fell into a completely unknown state, which made Erlang very panicked and didn't dare to leave at will.

If Xie Qinghe told him in advance, he would retreat for six years.Erlang wouldn't be in such pain.

Xie Qinghe could fully understand his suffering and pain, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you want to learn sword?"

Erlang didn't know what this question meant at all, he said in astonishment, "Ah? Sword?"

"If you don't want to learn the sword, what else do you want to learn? As long as I know it, I will trust you with my mantle." Xie Qinghe said.

Only then did Erlang realize that he had guarded the master with all his heart and soul for six years, and the master finally moved Fanxin and wanted to take care of him as an introductory disciple.Of course, when he took care of Xie Qinghe, he didn't expect anything in return. Now that Xie Qinghe wants to give him benefits, he has no reason to refuse.

Now that he knew that he was going to receive the reward, he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and grinned so much that his mouth opened: "Master, I used to think I was very smart, but after I met little master and you, I didn't know how I am. There is a limit to being smart. I just want to serve and practice with Master, and I will follow Master's arrangements for what I want to learn and what to do in the future."

You want to say that this person is not cunning?Seriously, they are ghosts and elves.Xie Qinghe couldn't help shaking his head: "It's because of me."

Erlang couldn't help but asked again: "Master, have you recovered yet? Are you all right?"

Xie Qinghe didn't speak, and walked out of the wooden house first, only to find that Erlang has not been idle in the past six years.He filled up the mud that had accumulated in front of the door, and spread all kinds of felled wood, so that the ground became dry.The canopy is split to the east to allow sunlight to filter in.

Next to Xie Qinghe's wooden house, there is another small wooden house, which is Erlang's residence, with beds and a small stove.

Outside the wall of that wooden house, there is still a row of cured meat and two strings of dried root vegetables.

This is the trace of six years of life.

Xie Qinghe walked slowly on the wooden platform, stretched his muscles and bones, and punched a set of simple Wuling boxing.

After finishing a set of five age punches, Xie Qinghe familiarized himself with all the meridians, blood vessels and qi in his body before he could confirm that he was safe and sound.

"It's all good." Xie Qinghe said.

Erlang's living habits cannot be separated from the influence of poor neighborhoods. He can eat and sleep as long as he can, and he doesn't care much about hygiene.

Xie Qinghe said he wanted to take a bath, but Erlang only had a small wooden basin for pickling vegetables and meat.Helpless, Xie Qinghe had no choice but to make a hoop for himself.Because there are not many suitable woods, the bathtub cannot be made, so I only made a slightly larger washbasin that can store water.

Erlang used a small stove to boil water, while Xie Qinghe took a bath there.

Because they are all men, Xie Qinghe didn't have too many taboos, he just wore shorts and sat on the wooden platform to wash slowly.

Erlang looked at Xie Qinghe a few more times because Xie Qinghe was too handsome.

Six years later, Xie Qinghe's skin was controlled by the spirit, and what was born was Xie Qinghe's 17-year-old physique.

In the real world, Xie Qinghe is not a weak chicken who has been imprisoned for six years. He has been practicing martial arts and running all year round, and his physique is extremely majestic and handsome.Only the broad and firm chest, every inch of toned muscles, in this weak and troubled world, very few people can have.

What's more, from Erlang's point of view, he just sat motionless for six years.How can anyone grow such a good physique while sitting?

Xie Qinghe combed his long black hair, and it happened that Erlang came to add some hot water.

"You also open your hair and wash it clean." Xie Qinghe really couldn't bear it.Erlang's bird's nest-like hair, could there be bugs in it?

In the days when no one was looking after him, Erlang naturally lived his sloppy life. Now that Xie Qinghe reprimanded him, he obediently went to wash it up.

The two spent most of the day grooming, and after changing into clean clothes, Xie Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Xie Qinghe said.

"Leave now?" Erlang was surprised.

It's getting dark right now, and there are beds, candles, and hot soup and meals here.Six years have passed, this night is not bad, right?

Xie Qinghe still insisted: "Let's go now."

Little did he know that he would be imprisoned for six years.Even if he had left a message to the junior brother, and there was no news for six years, would the junior brother have gone crazy?Of course, we can't blame Erlang for not sending a letter to Fu.Erlang didn't know that he would be imprisoned for six years.

In short, I want to see my junior brother, I want to let my junior brother know my current situation as soon as possible, and I don't want my junior brother to worry about it for one more night.

Erlang didn't contradict him, took two pieces of bacon, and walked with Xie Qinghe, asking as he walked, "Master, are you really all right? Do you want me to carry you out?"

Seeing that he is full of energy, Xie Qinghe can see that he hasn't stopped practicing in the past six years. Anyway, he has nothing to do on the way, so he said: "Run forward, let me see your kung fu."

Erlang disappeared in a flash.

He was about to jump back to show off his kung fu to Xie Qinghe, but he didn't know that Xie Qinghe was gone.

Startled Erlang into a cold sweat: "Master..."

Xie Qinghe landed lightly in front of him: "Good skill."

"...Father." Erlang swallowed, "Did you just follow behind me?"

Xie Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "I can teach you."

Since when the two lived near the small farmyard not far from the capital, Xie Qinghe missed Fu Chuan every day and couldn't stop his thoughts, so he deliberately asked Erlang to teach various secret techniques.Hearing that he was going to teach something, Erlang was used to it and was not surprised.

However, Erlang had just practiced for more than a year, and he hadn't even touched the threshold, and what Xie Qinghe taught him were all superficial things.

Times have changed, and Erlang not only practiced for six years without distraction, but also won the approval and favor of Xie Qinghe, and the things he taught him are naturally different.In just two days after leaving the dense forest of Mangshan Mountain, Erlang learned a "Crane Flying" movement technique, which is a lightness technique created by Xie Qinghe, because Xie Qinghe will not accept apprentices before he accepts them. Only Erlang got the true biography.

Far and near, it really is different.Erlang silently remembered this in his heart, and when he followed Xie Qinghe, he became more respectful and flattering.

After walking out of Mangshan Mountain, Xie Qinghe decided to go directly to the nearby big city to inquire about news.

"Aren't we going to see the little master?" Erlang was puzzled.

Xie Qinghe explained: "Six years have passed. If Han Lin is willing to listen to your little master, he will not live in a corner of Nanjun. If he refuses to listen to your little master, I'm afraid Nanjun may not be able to sit still." No matter what How to put it, if you run directly to Nanjun, you will basically miss nothing.

What's more, Fu Chuan might not still be with Han Lin.Not to mention the two have parted ways.

Erlang was a little worried: "If the little master is not in Vientiane, the world is so big, how can we find it?"

Xie Qinghe never thought about this question.

He wasn't worried about finding Fu Chuan at all.If Han Lin and Fu Chuan parted ways, she would go to the small courtyard where the boulder was left, and if there was no news there, she would go to the small courtyard where she lived in the capital, and if there was still no news, she would go to her hometown in Ping Township...

He and Fu Chuan haven't discussed what to do if they get separated, isn't it obvious?

Where to come from, where to find.

On the way out of the dense forest to the county seat, Xie Qinghe felt an unusually ominous atmosphere.

The flat land seemed to have been trampled by many people, and there were fresh horse manure and horseshoe marks on the road, and, not too far away, there were human excrement and urine stains on the side of the road, and the smell was quite strong.Erlang was also very surprised: "Don't the farmers here pick up manure and retting it?"

As the saying goes, fat water does not flow into outsiders' fields.That is to say, farmers are stingy with fertility, and they have to go back to their own homes to reincarnate the grains, and they can't take advantage of outsiders.

Xie Qinghe shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there may be a war. Be careful, there may be sentries nearby."

Walking along the official road to Dacheng, on the way, I met a army of thousands of soldiers.The marching speed of a thousand people was relatively slow, not comparable to Xie Qinghe and Erlang's footsteps, so they were tailed by them from behind.

"Master, are there also thieves here?" Erlang was dumbfounded.

"How long has it been since you came out?" Xie Qinghe asked.

Erlang counted with his fingers: "Three, four, five...five years?"

Xie Qinghe was also convinced, he retreated for a total of six years, and Erlang squatted in the dense forest with him for five years without going out.Presumably, I bought all the daily necessities intermittently in the previous year, so I don’t have to go out if I have nothing to do?

Erlang said embarrassingly: "Master, I feel dizzy in the woods. Every time I go out and get lost, I also get lost when I come back..."

In short, during Xie Qinghe's six years of retreat, the world was in complete chaos.

The two of them were good at martial arts, even if they accidentally bumped into this thousand-man army, they were not noticed by the guards at the front and back of the team.

"It may also be that there is no detection post at all." Erlang said.

In this team of thousands of people, most of them are farmers who are proficient in boxing skills, and the leader is a few monks who are vaguely touching the threshold of entry.

It looked like a mob. From top to bottom, there might not be many people who knew how to run an army and fight a war. If they wanted to gather in groups and go on a rampage, they pulled the team out. How could they imagine that they would have to arrange sentries before and after the team?

Xie Qinghe thinks that Erlang is right.

Following this team all the way to Fu'an County, this team didn't even have a whole team before the war, so they went directly to the city gate and city wall.

Xie Qinghe: "..."

There are large-scale peasant fights under the tower, and well-trained soldiers defending the city above the tower.

After the city gate was closed, a wave of arrows roared in, and many farmers who attacked the city were shot to death.At this time, the leading "monk" appeared on the stage, forcibly climbed up the tower, trying to defeat ten meetings with one force, and used force to eliminate the guarding soldiers on the tower and open the city gate.

Erlang looked at it for a while, then asked in a low voice: "It was the little master who taught Li Lame Kung Fu. Master, can we help?"

Fu Chuan selected a few "disciples" in poor neighborhoods, and the task of teaching the exercises was assigned to Sanniang and Erlang. Erlang knew exactly what he was teaching.

In this world, people who are gifted in cultivation are as rare as those in later generations. The foundation of Fu Chuan Chuan Gong is the mental method of "Big Twist and No Bending", but there are additions and subtractions according to the different situations of each person.For example, the widow of the king is a woman, and her practice is different from that of a man.Li lame foot shaoyin foot shaoyang can't do both meridians. If he wants to practice the law, he has to teach him how to increase and decrease. The same is true for Wang blind...

Li Lame's practice was tailor-made for him by Fu Chuan, and Erlang, who was in charge of teaching the practice, could recognize it at a glance.

Xie Qinghe could only see better than him, shook his head and said, "Look."

The city wall of the county seat is not high, and the people who guard against it at the beginning of the city are ordinary people.Although the attacking side was dominated by peasants, they were completely unable to withstand the counterattack of the defenders. They couldn't stand the leader of the monks who could climb the wall and kill them. They soon occupied the city wall, and a steady stream of peasant troops climbed up the wall.Another person approached the city gate from the inside and hugged the bolt open, and the city fell immediately.

After entering the city, a leading monk shouted: "Go to the county government, go to the county government. Capture the dog officer."

Another monk shouted: "Go to the warehouse to move grain."

Another female monk was shouting: "Don't insult women!"

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The peasant army that poured into the city scattered like a tide, some went to the government office, some went to the granary to carry food, and more rushed into the homes of rich families, robbed gold, silver and jewelry, raped beautiful women, knocked on the door for a while, and fought Sounds, cries... one after another in the city.

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At the same time, in the chess pavilion of the Confucian Temple in the city.

Two well-dressed men sat facing each other, and instead of a chessboard, there were two tea tables in front of them.

Both sat quietly.

A soldier in black came forward to report: "After Yan Huan led his men into the city, they plundered the people and insulted the women. Mrs. Li can't control the people. When I came to report, seven civilian families have been killed."

The man sitting on the left was about 27 years old, and said with a low smile, "Brother Zhou, what do you think?"

This brother Zhou is none other than Zhou Jia Dalang.He stood up abruptly and said, "I will clean up the mess myself."

The person on the left didn't even get up, picked up the fan, waved it, and said with a smile: "You can't go to my elder brother to complain, saying that I killed your old friend and comrades, can you? You can't ask Mr. Fu to sidestep the fight, can you?"

Dalang Huo Dizhuan