Daoguo Miscellaneous Talks.
As he gently stroked the book that still had the fragrance of ink, Yang Yu's eyes flashed.
The information of the Six Gates is all-encompassing, from the court to the world, which can be said to be extremely detailed. Even if some of the permissions are not sufficient to read, clues can be found.
Only with information about Daoguo, there seems to be no remaining in the document room, or it may be buried all of them.
Even the old man Zhao, who regards wealth as his life, remained silent and did not dare to mention it anyway.
The transactions he made with Huang Sixiang were filled with the message of Daoguo.
The commander of the Jinyiwei in a state, a veteran of two dynasties and an elder who served as the Minister of War, could naturally get in touch with things that ordinary people could not understand.
As for whether the legs are exposed.
If a young man who has bought aisle fruit is not interested in it at all, this is the biggest flaw.
"Dao Fruit..."
The night gradually faded and the bonfire swayed, making Yang Yu's face look unstable.
The ink-twisted handwriting is as angular and civilized as swords, and it is powerful and powerful. The text on it is simple and easy to understand, without any nonsense.
"Daoguo, also known as the immortal foundation, was first known in the Qin Dynasty. After three thousand years, from emperors, generals, and gentry to wanderers, all yearning for it."
"I was also curious and pursued some days. I found that the Taoist fruit was far away from before Qin. It was only because of its long time and historical faults, so it was quite distorted. In addition, the rumors were exaggerated, and most of them were derived from legends and myths."
"The Taoist sages said, 'Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, and the sky follows the way'. The way of the Tao fruit is suspected to refer to the way of heaven. The fruit also has the meaning of the fruit produced by the way of heaven.
The five internal organs of human beings cannot be digested, let alone the fruits of heaven? People in the world only know how to pursue, but do not know that blind desire is actually the way to die.
How easy is it to use human body to control the power of heaven and earth?"
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The preface is very long.
Yang Yu read silently word by word. In a trance, he seemed to see the old man at the desk, writing quickly, and writing was also admonishing him.
"The fruit of heavenly way."
Yang Yu said to himself, silently memorizing the words in his heart.
"I have gathered the legacy of my predecessors, and I also asked the owner of the Taoist fruit at that time, and found out that if you want to swallow the Taoist fruit, you need to go through the four steps of subjugating your heart, hold a ceremony, light up the life map, and refine the level.
First, to suppress the will of the ancestors left by their predecessors in Taoguo, and second, a ceremony must be held. What is a ceremony? People eat grains and need to sow seeds, fertilize, irrigate, harvest, remove shells, knead, steam, cook, enter, and digest.
The same is true for the fruit of Tao!”
"Rites change, and different Taoist fruits have different rituals. When I understood the ritual, I suddenly had a deep understanding of myth.
According to ancient legend, there are demons who knock down the pillar of heaven, demons who turn the rivers and seas, and gods who grab dragons and tigers... Are these also so-called rituals?"
"When I was a teenager, I was quite novel in reading myths. When I was old, I felt fear. The demons were overwhelming, and the gods and men stirred up the wind and clouds. Where are the mortals?"
"I have personally experienced the mountains and rivers, and I have seen three million people fighting for more than a year. Blood stains the earth with blood and corpses cut off the river..."
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"Liujishan?!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu was shocked.
Here, the handwriting has traces of smearing, and the old man Xu seemed to be a little taboo.
But in response to the context, Yang Yu suddenly felt a little horrified and his spine was chilling.
The three kingdoms participated in the battle, which indirectly led to the displacement of tens of millions of people, and everyone in Qingzhou wore mourning.
Could it be that it was a ceremony for someone to refine the Taoist fruit?!
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Crack ~
It was already dark, but Qingzhou City was still lively. As the end of the year approached, there was no curfew. Many children lit firecrackers and ran around and played.
"The year is approaching, and another year is about to pass..."
Standing in front of the window and looking at the ignited lights of thousands of houses, Xu Wenji sighed slightly.
"It's late at night, so let's take a break early."
Huang Sixiang walked into the room and closed the door: "Miss, you have fallen asleep. You are too harsh on her. Children, after all, like the fun."
"Ruoruo is in bad health, and it's windy outside..."
After gently closing the window, Xu Wenji shook his head slightly:
"Have everyone been sent away?"
"Send it away."
Huang Sixiang's face was not very good: "Nie Wendong has been hosting squires in the city for many days, why are you as stable as a mountain?"
"What can I do if I'm not stable? Nie Wendong has been deeply engaged in Qingzhou for many years, and it's not comparable to you and me. It's better to be quiet than to move."
Xu Wenji picked up the teacup.
"You hold the documents in your hand and can control the administration of a state, why haven't you seen any action?"
Huang Sixiang couldn't hold back any more.
Compared to more than ten days ago, the current station is already deserted. Not to mention those who come to rely on, even fewer people who pay homage to you.
This shows that Nie Wendong has already made moves.
"Arrows are only deterrent before leaving. Once you take action, it will be a death-breaking thing."
Xu Wenji looked calm:
"My classmate has a good family background, good talent, and good study, but one thing is that he only regards himself as an individual."
"There are people like him everywhere in the world."
Huang Sixiang has no expression on her face.
There is information about Nie Wendong, and he has read it many times before entering Qingzhou.
"It's different. Those people are either rich and powerful, or have a unruly temperament. I, a classmate, are not."
After drinking all the tea, turning the tea cup lightly, Xu Wenji's eyes were faint:
"He has never come down before, and he has a real cold heart."
“Nothing makes any difference.”
Huang Sixiang is a little bored.
There were countless people staring at him around the station. This feeling made him, who was born in the Jinyiwei, extremely uncomfortable.
He was always the only one who was staring at him. When was it the turn to stare at him?
“There are naturally differences.”
Xu Wenji shook his head slightly, but said nothing: "It's late, so you should go to bed early."
"Sir, I have something to do."
Huang Sixiang didn't move, her face calmed down:
"According to your previous personality, you shouldn't compromise so easily. What exactly is it that makes you so worried?"
“Look at this.”
Xu Wenji leaned back and revealed the paper on the case.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Huang Sixiang glanced at her eyes and her eyebrows frowned:
"Deyang was famine, and people ate each other. The rivers were dry and even thousands of miles away from the naked land. A dou of rice was worth twenty gold, and a dou of wheat was worth seven or eight gold. After a long time, no one sold it.
The leaves of qin and wood were eaten all over, and finally, people ate each other..."
"Deyang?!"
Huang Sixiang was shocked and then she was very disbelief:
"The disaster in Deyang is so great?"
They came along the way and experienced the refugees gathering in various prefectures. Although they had never arrived at the severely affected area of ​​Deyang, they could hear some of them.
"This is not the case now, but if I and Nie Wendong and the four great masters fight for a long time, this will definitely happen. After a severe drought, there will be a major epidemic!
If you ignore it, the disaster of Deyang's palace will inevitably turn into a disaster of a state!"
Xu Wenji exhaled turbid air:
"I always think about it and can't sleep at night."
Natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Xu Wenji felt heavy, but he still had something to say.
Before leaving Beijing, he asked the Imperial Heaven Supervisor to see the stars, but there was no disaster in Qingzhou, let alone a severe drought that lasted for two years.
He had seen this sudden disaster in his book...
If this is a natural disaster, it would be fine, but if it is a man-made disaster...
"Natural disaster..."
Huang Sixiang's expression also became solemn.
He also experienced great disasters, which was truly tragic.
A literati kills people better than a martial man, but it can cause natural disasters and is even more terrifying!
He had experienced the "Jianghongdao disaster". The seven-day heavy rainstorm destroyed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, killed and injured hundreds of thousands of people, and disappeared more.
According to statistics, there are tens of millions of people suffering from disasters, and the horror of the scene makes him unforgettable to this day.
"It doesn't matter whether you are prepared or not. The most urgent task is to integrate forces and provide relief to disaster areas."
Xu Wenji sighed softly.
"Sir, don't worry too much. At least it's not too late to wait for the Jinyiwei sent to you to have a reply."
Seeing Xu Wenji's expression was exhausted, Huang Sixiang comforted him.
Before they came to Qingzhou, a team of Jinyiwei came to greet him, but he sent him to Deyang Prefecture.
That team of Jinyiwei is also considered elite. If you calculate your schedule, you will arrive at Deyang Mansion in some days.
"It doesn't matter whether there is a reply or not, disaster relief is urgent."
Xu Wenji rubbed his temples lightly:
"As the way, I have to remove the Changliu Mountain. It is not a trivial matter."
"I see."
Huang Sixiang nodded.
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Although the end of the year is approaching and the weather is no longer as cold as before, there is still heavy snow in many places.
Huh!
The shrill north wind blew the snow, and the world was bleak.
A black line suddenly flashed between the frosty and white world.
Step by step ~
Accompanied by the rapid sound of horse hooves, the group gradually approached.
"Well!"
Seeing a jungle appear in front of you, the leading knight shouted and pulled the horse down.
The people behind him also stopped.
"It's getting late, go to that forest to rest and eat some dry food!"
While the flying fish suit was rolling, Cao Jinlie got off the horse.
The rest of the Jinyiwei also got off the horse. The worst of them was that they had six or seven blood exchanges. Although they were not incompatible with the cold and heat, they could withstand the cold.
But the horse couldn't stand it.
Even the dragon horses are not as cold as theirs. Only if they are rare horse breeds such as the snowy dragon horse can they not be afraid of cold and heat.
But there are not many dragons and horses in the entire Qingzhou, and there are even fewer dragons and horses in the snow.
“It’s too cold.”
Taking the fur to wipe the horse's body, Zhao Qing frowned slightly.
The long journey was the most exhausting horsepower, especially in heavy snow and cold weather. Seeing the horses were sluggish, many Jinyiwei felt very distressed.
"Wait a minute?"
Suddenly, Cao Jinlie narrowed his eyes and signaled everyone to stop. He was about to jump into the forest.
"ah!"
Soon, I heard two screams.
Everyone rushed forward and saw Cao Jinlie take off his flying fish suit and wrap a yellow-skinned girl around.
"These two?"
Zhao Qing glanced at the pool of blood, and when he looked at the fragrant soup pot, the noodles immediately sucked:
"Damn beast!"
"brute!"
The other Jinyiwei's faces were also ashen.
They have seen similar scenes more than once...
"The situation in Deyang Prefecture is probably even more serious than we think..."
With the inner breath warmed the woman's body, Cao Jinlie stepped towards the horse:
Chapter completed!