Pingshui County is located on the edge of Yanzhou, bordering Longyuan and Baizhou across the mountains. It is not as prosperous as it is, but it is originally densely populated.
Unfortunately, after the chaos in the northwest, there were many fugitives, which made them look a little cold.
In broad daylight, no shops were opened. In the wind and snow, only Yang Yu and his party, as well as the sparse yamen runners and soldiers, were mostly old and weak.
Yang Yu's five senses were so sharp that he could naturally detect the gaps in the doors and windows. He stared at him nervously. The entire small town was filled with dusk energy.
A few children were having fun in the snow, which was the only place that seemed a little alive.
The blacksmith shop had the door open, but there were no fires. Only a few blacksmiths were huddling in the room, smoking dry tobacco all the time, and frowning.
He didn't feel much joy when he saw a guest. It was not until Yang Yu took out the gold ingot and squeezed out some smiles. He was not at all resentful of borrowing fire.
And he took out all the ore and iron ingots in the store.
There are many minerals in Northwest Road. Although there are no black iron ore veins near Pingshui County, there are also a lot of black iron in this blacksmith shop. In the past, these were all things at the bottom of the box. At this time, it was a hot potato. When someone wanted to buy it instead of grab it, he immediately took it out.
Unfortunately, this little black iron is far from enough to create a ten-forged black iron soldier. For Yang Yu, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.
"Carrange the rebel intelligence of Yan Dongjun's subordinates to me, especially those from nearby prefectures and counties."
Prison Yang gave an order.
"yes."
Qi Wensheng was as good as a stream of good deeds. Although he still had many doubts about this junior uncle, he could only lead his disciples away.
"The decay of Northwest Road is probably a microcosm of many prefectures in the future..."
Yang Yu was silent.
The Longyuan Dao is also a bit chaotic, but with the strength of the three states' garrisons, it can be maintained for the time being. However, not every state can have a powerful garrison as strong as the Longyuan Dao.
The troops garrisoned by the border are far from comparable to those within the pass.
Huh!
The bellows were stirring, the flames rose, and the heat waves surged. As Yang Yu held a sledgehammer and knocked them casually, the eyelids of several blacksmiths were leaping wildly, and he felt that the entire blacksmith shop was trembling.
The art of armour and versatility is probably the slowest among the extraordinary skills that Yang Yu learned. Apart from the black iron arrow and the two-edged sword, he rarely creates anything else.
At this moment, the beaten sword still needs to be repaired by the sloppy Taoist's guidance into two pieces.
This process is naturally not complicated for him. When he beats the iron ingot, he can still use it with all his heart and sense the Living Dead No. 2 on that end through the evil seal.
At the same time, you can also focus on the practice of keeping precepts.
Martial arts and precepts are two completely different things.
No matter how obscure the former, there are still some images. Even if it is painted as stickman, you can imitate it step by step.
The method of keeping precepts is much more mysterious. Even if there are annotations, those who do not understand the knowledge will only be confused.
But in the final analysis, keeping precepts is not something that can be done by chanting silently in your heart, but it needs to be practiced.
He had been with the monk Jiese from Fulong Temple for a while. The little monk's location is a very small Buddhist genitals. Each generation has only eighteen people in the "Eight Precepts and Ten Virtues", each keeps one precept.
The reason why the young monk went down the mountain was not to be a hero, but to prepare for keeping the precepts.
Avoid sex, abstain from sex, and without seeing sex, how do you know what sex is?
Keeping precepts is not a word in your heart, but a move is required to give it back to your heart and be determined. Only in this way can you walk through the sea of ​​laws.
Bang!
Under the sledgehammer, sparks flew everywhere. Yang Yu took out the two-edged knife that was broken into two pieces, but his mind fell into silence:
"This method of keeping precepts is very similar to the legendary experience of immortals and Buddhas..."
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Huh ~
The shrill north wind blew the heavy snow and blew the world.
Twenty miles south of Pingshui County, there is a small town. It is said to be a small town, but in fact there is not even a city wall. It is just a gathering place for many nearby small villages to gather together.
The cut wood is not enough to make wooden walls, and many people need to patrol and guard.
That night, the north wind was particularly cold, and the patrolling militia were shaking in the wind and snow. They could only stomp their feet and rub their hands to keep warm, and sometimes scolded them fiercely.
But no one dares to be careless. Whenever he walks to a place without a wooden wall, he will tightly hold the knife and fork in his hand. To be precise, it is a hatchet and a feces fork.
There are naturally many weapons in the town, but they are just patrolling and naturally they are not on the way.
call!
At one moment, a figure emerged from the darkness, alarming the guards.
"who?!"
"It's me, Ergou!"
The visitor stomped his feet hard, shook off the snow on his body, and his face turned blue with cold.
"Ergou, how about it? Have you noticed anything?"
Several militia surrounded them.
"Hold on your shoulders, I'll go find Boss Huang!"
Ergou's face turned blue and he didn't stay. He rushed to a place in the town quickly. He was very fast, obviously with martial arts.
After a while, I arrived outside a small courtyard.
"who?"
In the courtyard, the lights were on. A thin but slender man in a single dress walked out, holding a steel knife with a cold light in his hand.
"Brother Huang."
Ergou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.
The person in front of him is named Huang Hu, and is one of the most famous figures in a radius of hundreds of miles. He not only knows the words and has been in the army for several years, but also has worked as a captain in the city and is very skilled in martial arts.
In recent years, it was he who brought together dozens of nearby villages and formed militias, and invited some retired veterans to protect the town.
“Have you found it?”
Huang Hu frowned.
The thin little man in front of him, named Wang Ergou, was one of the ten most alert scouts he selected in the town, wandering in the wilderness every day.
"The disaster has come..."
Ergou's face turned bitter and his facial features were squeezed together: "There are at least twenty torches on the other side of Niutou Mountain, more than ten bonfires, and many dragon horses..."
"Longma?!"
Hearing the previous words, Huang Hu's face was still stable, and when he heard the word "Dragon Horse", his heart trembled.
"Did you see clearly?"
Even in the northwest road, which has two major horse-raising areas in the Ming Dynasty, the dragon horses were extremely valuable. There were nearly 10,000 people in the town where he was located at this time, but there was not a single one.
Not to mention that such a precious animal is not something that ordinary people can afford to raise even in chaos.
"The beasts are more than nine feet tall in their shoulders, and their eyes are like lanterns at night. Can you see this wrong?"
Ergouzi was in a panic.
"Stop your breath and go and notify the guards and be alert!"
Huang Hu's face changed several times, but he still suppressed his worries and ordered Ergou to inform others, and he turned back into the house.
"Uncle..."
In the house with only one oil lamp, a thin and shriveled old man was smoking a dry tobacco. When he saw the yellow tiger coming in, he knocked on his pipe:
"Why, panic?"
"If you come here, I'm not afraid of Qianbai No., but Longma..."
After entering the door, the sorrow on Huang Hu's face disappeared.
In the past few years, he has dealt with many bandits and refugees, but in this year, all the big bandits have gone to respond to Yan Dongjun. Of course, they can't be famous for their favorite town like him.
Perhaps those who ride dragon horses are all elite among the elites in the army, and it is even more impossible for ordinary people to be in the chaotic army.
"If you can't beat it, join."
The old man didn't care, so he took another sip of dry tobacco and spit out the smoke rings:
"You are a good player to change blood four times. Not to mention a group of bandits, even if you join the Yan army, you are qualified!"
"No!"
Huang Hu flatly refused:
"There are many villagers in the town who have watched me grow up, and I must not abandon them!"
In the past few years, he has seen too many tragedies, villages and towns have been robbed and burned, and countless people have died in the chaos.
He grew up eating a hundred families of food, how could he bear to see these fellow villagers suffer such a disaster?
"Then let's die together."
The old man shook his head slightly:
"Now in this world, if you can protect them for a while, can you still protect them for a lifetime? If this group is abandoned, there will be another group sooner or later..."
"This is the world, how do you stay?"
He gently tapped the cigarette pipe pot, and the old man looked cold.
"The court bullies us, the chaotic army bullies us, and the bandits bully us! They are all human beings, why should we be bullied forever..."
Huang Hu knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound, almost shattering his teeth:
"Uncle, I know you are a capable person. Please save us..."
"The strong prey on the weak is like this forever. Don't talk about me, even the heroes from ancient times to the present, who can do the trick?"
The old man was neither happy nor angry, and his cold expression made his heart chill.
"I can save you, but I can't save everyone."
"I……"
The body of the yellow tiger shook.
"They are coming soon."
The old man raised his hand gently and pointed at Huang Hu's eyebrows. The latter's pupils shrank, and a heat current filled his whole body. He felt his ears and eyes become extremely sensitive.
I faintly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from a very distant place.
"Is there no other way..."
Huang Tiger shook his head bitterly. From the sound of horse hooves, he could tell that it was the sound of at least a dozen horses.
From the army, he certainly knew what this meant.
Ten dragon horses charge forward, without established troops or martial arts experts, ordinary militia township warriors, even a thousand people will be killed!
Dangdangdang~
In the town, the sound of gongs had sounded, and a large number of militias rushed out from various streets.
Some of them are old and young, some are carrying steel knives, some are carrying feces forks, some are veterans, and some are farmers...
And they all gathered towards the courtyard where he was.
"There are other methods, not without them..."
The old man's eyes became deep:
"But I'm afraid you don't have this kind of energy."
On a snowy night, the sound of horse hooves approaching is like thunder, and it is so loud that it is scary.
"Please teach me uncle!"
The yellow tiger robbed the ground with its head and made a sound.
“Okay, very good.”
Amid the faint laughter, Huang Hu suddenly looked up and saw the old uncle who had taught him martial arts for more than a month, turning into black smoke and disappearing.
Only a stone tablet as big as a palm was left in place.
Chapter completed!