Yin Fu Daojun

Chapter 41 Xiahou
In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.

Since stepping into the realm of refining Qi, Xie Duan felt as if his body had been purified from the Book of Changes, and his perception ability had greatly improved.

Within a radius of a few feet, almost all turmoil could escape his perception, so if he encountered danger, he could prevent it in advance. It has to be said that there is a skill that is better than thousands of guards.

After going down the mountain and going up the official road, the originally gloomy sky suddenly became cloudy and raindrops fell with a splash.

The weather is unpredictable, the rain falls as soon as it is said, and it is getting bigger and bigger. Xie Duan looked around and happened to have a pavilion on the side of the road not far ahead. He was overjoyed and hurried over.

When he got close, he saw a man sitting in the pavilion, dressed in green clothes, with a sword on his right hand, a black scarf on his head, a gloomy face, and a steamed bun in his left hand, gnawing on himself.

"It's annoying!"

Xie Duan went straight in, and bowed to him with his hands clasped.

Although the pavilion is an unoccupied house, anyone can come to take shelter from the rain, but since people occupy it first, there is nothing wrong with saying hello.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, seeing that he was carrying a burden and holding a knife in his hand, he couldn't help being a bit vigilant in his expression.

Xie Duan ignored him, just sat down on his own, waved his hands to wipe off the water droplets on his clothes, untied the gourd by the way, and took a sip of wine.

Ever since he learned how to drink with Chen Nan, he has also become happy without alcohol, but I have to say that this wine is really a good thing.

It can dispel the cold when it is cold, and relieve worries when it is sad.

Among the Taoist sects, the golden rule of Quanzhen is the five precepts of Chuzhen, one of which clearly states that drinking is not allowed, but the southern sect is slightly different from the northern sect, and it was only later integrated, and after all, like Chen Nan, it is a minority, it is precisely If ordinary people learn from me, it is like entering the way of a demon.

Fortunately, I am not practicing Quanzhen Dao, and I don't practice alchemy.

Under the Zhengyi school, they can drink alcohol and eat meat on weekdays, because wine can nourish Qi, and the root of Zhengyi's practice is to refine qi, and wine is considered "water pill", so Zhengyi disciples only need to abide by the nine precepts and three It is enough to convert, and other things are relatively lenient, and it is okay to marry a wife and have children.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite seemed to smell the aroma of wine at this moment, sniffed his nose, and cast his eyes on Xie Duan.

"Brother, you wine... the best daughter Hong!"

Seeing this, Xie Duan already guessed what he was thinking.

He handed the gourd to the other party, showing great generosity.

"It seems that your Excellency is also a person who knows wine, why not drink together!"

The big man hesitated for a while, but reached out to take it.

I poured two mouthfuls into my mouth, and couldn't help admiring.

"Good wine!"

His face softened a little, he looked at Xie Duan twice, then his eyes fell on the knife beside him, and he suddenly sighed softly.

"It's a good thing you use a knife!"

This unreasonable sentence made Xie Duan a little surprised.

"What happened to the knife?"

The big man gave a wry smile, and tightened his sword tightly.

"If you use the sword, you will definitely be defeated by me. If so, you and I will definitely have a grudge, and then I won't be able to drink such good wine."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Duan couldn't help being confused.

This person is really a weird person, I gave him wine with good intentions, it was considered as an acquaintance, he didn't say thank you, but he just said some thankless words, I don't know what he thinks.

But Xie Duan didn't care, and didn't bother to understand.

After all, we just met by chance, and when the rain stopped, we went our separate ways.

Maybe it was because Xie Duan didn't ask, but at this time he couldn't bear it anymore, paused, and simply opened his mouth to explain the whole story.

"I practiced swords at the age of three, and understood the meaning of swords at the age of eight. At the age of 12, I began to challenge the world's sword practitioners. I have always been invincible. I am bound to become the world's number one swordsman, and I will take this as my lifelong goal!"

"So, wherever I go, whenever I meet a master who uses a sword, I will compete with him. To this day, there are countless swordsmen who have been defeated by my hands, or even died by my hands."

After listening to his narration, Xie Duan only had two words in his mind.

Install 13!

All the martial arts people in this world are in the second grade like him?
"Then have you become the number one swordsman in the world?"

People who have dreams cannot be laughed at.

So Xie Duan chose to follow the trend and asked a question.

"Hurry up! When I find that person and defeat him, then from now on, I will be the number one swordsman in the world."

His eyes were full of longing, as if he had confidence in himself.

Xie Duan was quite helpless in his heart, this man was obviously stunned by his sword practice, but anyway, these were his own business.

If others speak out to persuade, it may have the opposite effect.

It rained for less than half an hour before it gradually stopped. The big man looked at the sky with his head and got up immediately to leave.

"My friend, I'm Xiahoubo. People in the world call me Xiahou Swordsman. Thank you for the good wine. Let's meet again!"

He saluted Xie Duan with his hands clasped, and stepped out of the pavilion.

"Xiahou... a swordsman?"

Hearing this name, Xie Duan faintly thought of something.

……

Xiaogu Mountain is not far from Changshan County, only a distance of more than [-] miles. In addition, the official road is flat and easy to walk, and Xie Duan's footsteps are brisk, walking like the wind. After a while, the county town is already far away.

But as the county approached, Xie Duan found that there were many refugees in ragged clothes along the road, one by one supporting each other, and staggering forward.

From the age of seventy to eighty-year-old, to the small boy with a long hair, carrying a bundle and pushing a small cart, they are all unkempt, almost no different from beggars.

When they arrived at the city gate, there were also many refugees clustered outside the city gate, but because there was no way to guide them, they could not enter the city, so they could only wander outside.

The soldiers at the city gate doubled their manpower and strictly checked pedestrians.

Xie Duan frowned, and went straight into the city. The city was still bustling, but there were more beggars, and the atmosphere was not right.

"If you dare to steal something, hit me until he spits it out."

At the door of a steamed stuffed bun shop, two strong men pushed a skinny boy to the ground, punching and kicking him fiercely.

The boy hugged his head and curled up into a ball, silently bearing the fists and feet that landed on his body, but he kept chewing and swallowing forcefully.

The passers-by around saw this, but no one stepped forward to persuade him.

"stop!"

Xie Duan couldn't see it, so he stepped forward, pushed the two guys away, and stretched out his hand to help the young man on the ground. At first glance, the young man looked handsome, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

But at this moment, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"It's just two buns, why do you put such a heavy hand on it?"

Xie Duan turned to the bun shop owner at the door and said.

"Who are you? Dogs take mice, meddle in your own business!"

Seeing that he was carrying a knife, the boss couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

"Meddle in your own business? Hmph! Then hit him! Kill him, and see if you want to pay for it! I think you are also a shop owner, a big business person, just a few buns, why beat people to death? "

As soon as Xie Duan's words came out, many passers-by were attracted to watch, and the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop couldn't hold back his face at this time.

"It sounds good. Do you know how food is in short supply now? A catty of white flour is worth twenty cents. Is it easy for me to work hard to earn some money!"

Hearing this, Xie Duan was a little surprised.

The south is more expensive than rice, but it is not much more expensive. The price fluctuates around seven to ten cash on weekdays. How could it suddenly double?
During the period of time when he was away from home to practice, he only came back once during the Chinese New Year. I remember that the scene was not like this at that time. Now it is only four months, how can there be such a big change?

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