The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 638 Emperor Collapse
Night, on Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng was staring at the stars all over the sky, watching the stars at night.

Ziwei fluttered, Yinghuo guarded her heart.

The old man sweeping the floor in the Gaozu Temple on Wudang Mountain also walked tremblingly to Zhang Sanfeng's side.

"The heart is a bright hall, and it is also the temple of Yinghuo. If Yinghuo keeps the heart, the adults will change the government, and the Lord will lose their merits."

In translation, it is where Xinsu represents the Mingtang of the emperor, and it is closely related to Yinghuo. It is called "Yinghuo Temple".

Zhang Sanfeng gave the old man a slightly surprised look.

"Back then I killed too much, my body was full of hidden wounds, I should have died long ago, I survived until now with your help, these years I have also cultivated my moral character and recited Taoism. Now I can't lift a knife to cut people, I can only look at the stars! "

That murderous, ruthless man who looked like no one else in those days has now turned into an old man sweeping the ground and staring at the stars. Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help sighing, the world is impermanent.

"Looks like we're going down the mountain!"

Zhang Sanfeng's words moved the old man as well.

"When Emperor Gao passed away, you didn't go down the mountain, so why now..."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and then stepped out, the figure had disappeared in place.

Shrink the ground into an inch, one step at a time.

Only the old man sweeping the floor was left on the spot, looking at the sky, only to see that the stars were dim, Wenqu, Wuqu, and Sansuke were dim. After a long while, the old man picked up the broom and walked towards the ancestral hall.

"Hey, eventful autumn!"

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Above the Shendu Night Market, there are brightly lit lights.

Bustling crowds, row upon row of shops, and endless street vendors.

Since the collapse of the former Tang Dynasty, the land of China has been ruled by princes, and disputes have continued.

It was not until the former Qin Dynasty that the Central Plains were unified, but within a few years of Ansheng, there was another century of disputes, and then the iron hooves of Dagan and Houjin went south and trampled on the Central Plains.

Even Emperor Taizu Gao unified the world, and he has been on the Northern Expedition.

As a historical torrent, this is inevitable for the revival of China, but for ordinary people, a peaceful life is real.

Until today's succession, there is no sign of governing the world.

Outside and Zhuhu Dingguan River, inside repair benevolent government Anlishu.

Construct water conservancy and persuade farmers to teach mulberry.

Dredge the canal and open up sea trade.

Even though there were frequent natural disasters, the Great Zhou still had the embryonic form of a prosperous age, the image of peace in the world.

No matter how the later generations evaluate it, the people of this dynasty are lucky!

An old charcoal seller is selling charcoal. Unlike the charcoal sellers in the former Tang Dynasty, the old man is dressed warmly, has a ruddy complexion and is hale and hearty.

In the original Gyeonggi, there were cancerous tumors of gangsters, the big ones were like the Cao Gang, the small ones were like the Volcanic Club monopolizing charcoal, and then they went to the streets to gangsters and hooligans.

Although it can't be said that the waters are dire, the common people are indeed unbearable.

The joint action of Yang Qingyuan's Dali Temple and the Six Gates wiped out all the big and small gangs in the Gyeonggi area within a few years.

"Brother, your charcoal fire is not bad!"

Beside the old charcoal seller is also an old man, but he sells sugar paintings.

While chatting, the sugar painting old man didn't stop, the spoon in his hand trembled, and in an instant, a sugar painting of a horse jumped on the iron plate.

"What a skill!" Tan Weng, who was watching this movement, was amazed. "With this skill, you must have a good life!"

The old man Tanghua smiled reservedly, "This is in the hands of my ancestors. It's a pity that the business has been good in the past ten years. Before that, I was homeless, hungry and full. How many people can afford Tanghua!? "

Sugar painting has never been a necessity for survival, but a spice of life.

The middle-aged couple selling wontons couldn't stand it anymore just like the Tanghua old man was snarling.

The middle-aged woman who was cleaning up the dishes said with a smile, "Uncle, don't listen to Uncle Li pretending. The money he saved over the years not only gave his son a daughter-in-law, but also bought a lot of money in the city of God. It's a tiny house!"

Uncle Li laughed and scolded when he heard the words, "You husband and wife still say that I have suffered from those local ruffians back then. The monthly hard work money, mediation money, and street clearing money all add up, and I earn half of what I am now. But you guys, the good times came from the very beginning, the Son of Heaven, Shengming, and Yang Qingtian were even more capable ministers, and they cleaned up those ruffians. Otherwise, how could you laugh so happily!"

Now in Gyeonggi, if you set up a stall on a specific street, you only need to pay sixty renminbi a month to get permission to set up a stall, and the apportionment is only two renminbi per day.

If someone dared to bully others, or if the local ruffians wanted to make trouble, there was no need to report to the police, and the street policemen would clean them up quickly.

The charcoal seller also sighed, "Yes! Thanks to the Son of Heaven! Otherwise, my charcoal would have been forcibly bought at a low price by the people from the Volcanic Society."

While the charcoal seller was talking, a man dressed in brocade robes came over.

"Master, how do you sell this charcoal!"

"Not expensive, not expensive, twelve cents a catty."

Charcoal was also a luxury in ancient times, and it was not something ordinary people could afford to burn.

It would be nice for ordinary people to have firewood for burning!

After hearing the price, the steward thought it was fair, "Well, I want this car, and send it to Li's house in Changpingfang! I'll give you one, two or five dollars!"

"okay!"

The charcoal seller finished the money, with a smile on his face, he pulled up the cart and left with the steward.

The people in the night market couldn't stop smiling.

Pedestrians laughed and sang Sui Rang, and Qun Li's family had a surplus of food.

The image of the prosperous age is nothing like this.

The two six-door police officers patrolling the street, greeted people all the way, and patrolled the street all the way.

Although the ruffians and scoundrels are gone, petty theft is always indispensable.

"Brother! It seems that we returned empty-handed again today!"

The young policeman spoke.

"Isn't it good to be empty-handed? Empty-handed means that our street is peaceful! Hahaha!"

"Snow!"

Suddenly, someone among the crowd pointed to the sky and said in surprise.

It's only October now, and it's snowing!

It snows and frosts in October, and the granary is full in the coming year.

Just when everyone lamented that the snow came very early this year, "Boom!...Boom!"

In the direction of Miyagi, a dull bell sounded suddenly.

One after another, resounding throughout Kyoto.

"What's going on?! It's late at night, why are you ringing the bell!?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shendu Night Market, the noisy long street, gradually became quiet with the ringing of the bell.

Everyone was waiting for the bell to end, and silently prayed in their hearts that there would be fewer bells.

Whether an emperor is a sage master is not only judged by Qingshi.

These inconspicuous people like ants know better whether the person above the high position is a good emperor.

Because great achievements can be faked!But the people of Lishu are getting better and better, and they can't fake it!

"How many times did a set of bells ring?" A man among the crowd asked in a trembling voice. He felt that he had counted wrong.

The fortune teller beside him is the most proficient in mathematics, but at this time, he really thought that he had made a mistake.

"45 sounds."

45, the number of ninety-five.

The bell tolls 45, the sound of a great funeral.

There is only one person in this world who can make a great mourning sound with a number of ninety-five.

The two police officers who were patrolling the street knelt down facing the direction of Miyagi.

Beside them, more and more people knelt down one by one.

Five people, ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people...

Officials of all sizes in Shendu City, dignitaries at all levels, even those who had already slept peacefully, put on their clothes, went to the courtyard, looked in the direction of Miyagi, and knelt down.

The Imperial Forest Army inside and outside the imperial city all put down their weapons and knelt in front of the king.

In the entire imperial city, there are only the sound of the rustling snow and the echo of the bell.

In the 24th year of Yong'an, on the ninth day of October, the ten prefectures of Qing, You, Bing, Ji, Qi, Yu, Yang, Jing, Liang, and Qin all received the first snowfall.

In the 24th year of Yong'an, on the ninth day of October, Emperor Zhou died!

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Thousands of miles away, Yang Qingyuan, who was running away, suddenly felt palpitations.

His whole body cultivation base is close to the law of heaven and earth, and there must be a reason for his whim.

Who is wrong? !
Although he was puzzled in his heart, Yang Qingyuan's footsteps did not slow down at all.

"What happened to Master?!"

Zhao Min, who was held in his arms, felt Yang Qingyuan's abnormality, "Master, what's wrong?!"

"fine?!"

Yang Qingyuan shook his head, and then accelerated again. Now he can't do anything, he can only take Zhao Min to continue running for his life.

Behind him was chasing an unprecedentedly powerful opponent.

Not only is Xu Fu's martial arts unfathomably high, but his lightness kung fu is also the best in the world, called Zongyi Dengxianbu.

It is a peerless lightness kung fu created by Emperor Shi Tianhua who collected martial arts from thousands of families for thousands of years.When using it, the whole body is surrounded by true qi, just like a fairy coming to the world, strolling in the garden, floating like a fairy, relying on the wind to walk in the air.

Yang Qingyuan was very confident in his lightness kung fu, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest when facing Xu Fu.

"Minmin, let's go north first! On the border of Dagan, there is no prosperous town."

Dayin hides in the city, hiding among the crowd in Zhendian, how can Xu Fu find them? !

"In the southern border of Dagan, there is a Tianmaji. It is the gathering place of Dagan and Dazhou smugglers. They usually trade there. There are a lot of fish and dragons here. This monster will definitely not be able to find us in a short time!"

"Okay! Let's go to Tianmaji!"

After Yang Qingyuan finished speaking, the speed under his feet increased, accelerated again, and headed northeast.

Although Yang Qingyuan was afraid of Xu Fu's light work, but Xu Fu, who had always considered himself a god, was even more suspicious of life at this moment.

Because a god loses to a mortal in speed.

Ever since he created the Immortal Step of Zongyi, he felt that no one in the world could beat him in lightness kung fu, and this was the only time in hundreds of years that he met someone he couldn't catch up to!
"It's useless! Let you run as you please? Even a drop of Lingguang's blood can't escape my pursuit."

Xu Fu smelled the smell that remained in the air, and was completely intoxicated. In his eyes, Zhao Min was ginseng fruit and Tang monk meat.

The immortal blood of Lingguang attracts the phoenix blood in Xu Fu's body all the time.

The phoenix blood that Xu Fu captured back then was not pure, causing his face to still age slowly.

This is why Xu Fu has been wearing a black ice mask. The black ice mask can prevent his aging, but it cannot cure him.

There is no problem with his Sacred Heart Art, it must be that the purity of the phoenix blood is not enough, so Xu Fu started his plan to find the phoenix blood.

He rummaged through the classics and finally found a record.

According to ancient records, it is said that Suzaku, one of the four spirits of the sky, once stopped at Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue, and left a picture of Suzaku, one of the true shapes of the five mountains, on Hengshan Mountain. Not only that, the ancient books also recorded that Suzaku left a drop The hard work is in Hengshan, so Hengshan can become one of the five mountains among the mountains.

Zhu Rong stood up from the ground, wanting to see but not seeing the light smoke.

Zhu Rong is the god of fire in mythology, and Suzaku is also a fire god.

Although he had guesses in his heart, no matter how Xu Fu searched, he searched the entire Hengshan Mountain, but he couldn't find any clues.

Later, in order to find a way to not grow old, he came to Dagan, and accidentally met two-year-old Zhao Min.

Although Zhao Min was young at that time, she had profound blessings. When she was four years old, her luck ushered in a qualitative change. Looking at her luck, it was like a canopy on the top, and a true phoenix entered her fate.

Such a person is the best candidate to draw Ling Guang's blood.

So Xu Fu appeared and planted a seed of fear in Zhao Min's heart, and forcibly accepted her as a disciple, passing on a set of martial arts specially designed to attract Ling Guang's blood.

Based on the Phoenix Blood and the Sacred Heart Jue, Xu Fu created a fake "rebellion against innate" exercises.

Practicing this martial art will not produce a trace of true energy, but it will constantly change Zhao Min's aptitude, just like rebelling against innateness.

The reason why it is "false" is because this exercise is still 33 weights away from the real "from acquired to innate"!

However, Huangtian paid off, and Xu Fu's ten-year plan was not in vain.

Zhao Min came to Mount Heng and drew Ling Guang Xianxue.

Now there is only one last step left, and he can truly live forever.

After imagining about longevity, Xu Fu chased in the direction Yang Qingyuan left.

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Yang Qingyuan galloped northeast for five hours and left the Gobi Desert.

Gradually, there are caravans on the road.

But in the caravan along the way, no one saw Yang Qingyuan's appearance clearly, they just thought it was a gust of wind blowing by.

"It seems that something just passed!"

A metamorphic warrior who was in charge of escorting the caravan felt that he had seen something!

But he really didn't see clearly!

"Hero Li! You must have read it wrong! There is nothing!?"

The people in the caravan looked around, but they didn't see any figures. The grassland was boundless, even if there were people just now, where did they go now?

"Maybe Li Daxia was overworked last night! Why don't you go back to the car and have a good rest!"

Although he said so, the owner of the caravan was complaining in his heart, asking you to order three girls in one go in the entertainment last night, would you be a martial artist? !Your waist is bleeding now!
Anyone else go?Not even a bird!

For this hero Li, who can deal with three seductive witches overnight, the caravan boss is more or less jealous!
Hearing this, Li Daxia also looked around, but he did not find anyone passing by.

Could it be because of one against three last night, exhausting too much energy, leading to kidney failure? !It seems that we still need to be temperate in the future!

When someone said it, Li Daxia also felt that his waist was aching.

Yang Qingyuan and Zhao Min passed away in a flash, so naturally they didn't know the conversation of these people, "Master, are you so good?!"

Zhao Min's admiration for Yang Qingyuan is now even higher!
She originally thought that Li Chimei's lightness kung fu was already unparalleled in the world, but in front of Yang Qingyuan, she still paled in comparison.

It took Yang Qingyuan five hours to run her from the Gobi desert to the grassland.

This speed is beyond Zhao Min's imagination.

Not to mention Zhao Min, even a Blue Star person wouldn't be able to understand this speed.

Don't talk about hard-earned BMWs, even Dodge Tomahawks, Astor Martins, Fengshen Pagani... so what? !
Regardless of the long-term sustained speed, based on the limit instantaneous speed, the unit of measurement should be Mach.

"You just found out that I'm amazing?!"

Temporarily getting rid of the immortal Xu Fu, Yang Qingyuan also has the leisure to joke with Zhao Min!
"Master, why don't you come to my Prince Liang's mansion! Wait for my father to proclaim himself emperor, you will be the first king who will never change forever!"

The price has increased!Zhao Min directly studded and offered the highest price they could offer.

Wang Jue, this is the title of the six founding kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is not easy for all generations, but it is higher than the founding six kings. The throne of the founding six kings can only be passed on for three generations. After three generations, they will be reduced to dukes and retire with the country.

And Zhao Min directly issued a throne that is not easy for all ages, generation after generation.

Yang Qingyuan said, "Minmin, you are really a master at painting cakes! Your father is also a prince now. If it is passed on to your brother, the title will change from prince to county king. That's it, how dare you grant me one?" The eternal throne?!"

It really doesn’t cost money to paint cakes!

Being ridiculed by Yang Qingyuan like this, Zhao Min didn't have any embarrassment!
"Master is a genius in this world. His literary skills can secure the country, his martial arts can rule the country, his wisdom can strategize, and he can command the three armies. If you help me, what is the difficulty for my Liang Palace to seize the throne?!"

Yang Qingyuan nodded, um, well blown, don't blow it next time!

The cattle on this grassland are going to heaven!
"We have come all the way, and we have already seen seven or eight caravans! Thinking about it, it is not far from Tianmaji. Try to have lunch in Tianmaji."

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Just half an hour after Yang Qingyuan and the two passed by, Xu Fu also galloped past.

Of course there is a reason why it is more troublesome for those who pursued than those who escaped, but why is Yang Qingyuan still holding Zhao Min? !
This girl is not very old, but she is not a skinny little girl.

He is neither short nor flat, but tall and curvy. At the age of 15, he has the tendency to crush Liu Wangshu, so his weight is naturally not light.

So Yang Qingyuan's lightness kung fu is still much better than Xu Fu's.

In the caravan just now, Li Daxia was about to get into the car to rest when he suddenly felt another gust of wind blowing by.

"It seems that something has passed again?!"

This time Li Daxia did not ask others, but mumbled something in a low voice, but looking around, he still found nothing familiar.

Li Daxia rubbed the center of his brows, it was indeed because he was overworked last night!
Finally, he climbed into the car to catch a nap and recover his energy.

Xu Fu estimated the direction of Yang Qingyuan's escape, it seems that Yang Qingyuan wanted to hide in Tianmaji with ginseng fruit.

"So what?! At worst, kill all the people who gathered this Tianma!"

The chill in Xu Fu's eyes was even better than the mysterious ice mask on his face, but even such a chill could not extinguish his enthusiasm for getting Zhao Min.

No one can stop me from living forever!No one can!

(End of this chapter)