Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 22 Travel to Chang'an and see the world!

Spring is not yet approaching, and the rain is as thin as a cow's hair.

In the early morning, at the entrance of the middle gate of the Chen Mansion on the shore of Yanming Lake.

Chen Xuan was still wearing the blue Taoist robe imitating the Ming Dynasty, and on the right side in front of Chen Xuan was Qing He in plain clothes.

Green, the sound is the same as clear, clean!
Under Qing He's leadership, Chen Xuan saw Chang'an when the Golden Crow ascended to the east.

In the capital city of the most powerful country in the world, although there is a drizzle of rain falling from the sky to the world, it still cannot hinder the prosperity of Chang'an.

Just after leaving the boundary of Yanming Lake, one can see camel caravans one after another, walking towards the inn in the wind and dust.

Along the road, there is the sound of hawking that is imperceptible.

From the already burning fire, it is not difficult to see that these common people wake up very early and are very busy.

But sometimes, being busy is not necessarily enough to live a prosperous life, and there will always be natural and man-made disasters of one kind or another.

The common people of the Tang Kingdom put dozens of patches on their clothes, even on their clothes.

Looking at those Hu merchants who have traveled thousands of miles and are dressed in silk and satin, they also look proud, proud of being Tang people.

The Tang State was very powerful, and its heavily armored black cavalry could sweep through all the countries in the world. This was the reason why the people of the Tang State were proud.

But as proud as ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty, they are busy all year round and have just enough.

When you get sick, you never dare to go to another hospital. Huichun Hall and Jimin Hall have branch medical clinics in various counties in the Tang Dynasty.

Among the local doctors who walk around the streets, in the eyes of these ordinary people, they are already good doctors.

However, it can be seen from the expulsion of the soldiers patrolling the city that these local doctors who walk around the streets will die out one day.

The spring rain was getting heavier, Qinghe held up the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and blocked the spring rain pouring from the sky for Chen Xuan.

Compared with the summer showers, the spring rain is much smaller, but it is still very cold.

The oil-paper umbrella was not that big, Chen Xuan raised his head slightly, looked at the oil-paper umbrella above his head, grabbed Qing He's arm, and let the oil-paper umbrella return to the top of Qing He's head.

You have hands and legs, so why do you have to ask others to hold the umbrella?
The rain fell gradually, but before it fell on Chen Xuan's clothes, it turned into mist and dispersed in all directions.

There was no gathering of energy from heaven and earth, as if the rain did not want to fall on Chen Xuan.

However, it was not because the rain did not want to fall on Chen Xuan, but because Chen Xuan did not want the rain to fall on himself.

Even after a long time, the imitation Ming Taoist robe on Chen Xuan's body was still very dry.

Not long after, under the leadership of Qing He, Chen Xuan passed by the main road of the east city. Compared with the quiet south city, the west city where rich and noble people gathered, and the north city where the central courts and government offices gathered.

The barren East City is indeed a real world.

It is true that there are great Confucians talking and laughing, and there are no white people in communication, but at this time, how can the rich and noble Confucian go to the shabby room?

How much of the sage's modest words of righteousness have remained until now?

Could it be that he is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and all he thinks about is gold, silver and jewelry.

Zhuangzi said, "The sage never dies, but the thieves never stop!" 'That's it, chaos.

Near noon, Chen Xuan and Qing He stopped in front of a small stall and ordered two bowls of noodles, two bowls of ordinary plain noodles.

The taste of plain noodles is very ordinary, but compared to the cheap price, Chen Xuan thinks this price is very appropriate.

The East City side is barren and filled with busy people, but the West City side is extremely prosperous.

Brocade hats, mink fur, silk and satin meat eaters abound.

The pavilions are even more carved beams and painted buildings, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras can still be heard even in the vicinity of Dongcheng.

Chen Xuan stirred the plain noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand, and a few chopped green onions could be vaguely seen floating. It turned out that this was Chang'an.

Everything in the world is impermanent because of its permanence. It turns out that the long river that the Taoist ancestors flowed against has not changed for a long time.

A bowl of plain noodles is finished in half an hour.

Chen Xuan looked at Qing He who was slowly eating plain noodles and said, "So this is Chang'an!"

Qing He nodded and said: "Mr. Chen, this is Chang'an!"

"It's better in Chang'an. I was in my hometown when I was a child, and it was the same in the prefectures and prefectures."

"In bad years, when the gentry did not reduce land rent, many people became refugees and died on the way to escape."

If it was an ordinary noble person, Qing He would not dare to say these things.

The nobles are no longer in this world, maybe those nobles have heard some tear-jerking stories.

You will feel touched, but after you are moved, it will be as usual.

"So the people of the Tang Kingdom, in the fields and countryside, will still believe in Haotian and pray for good weather in the coming year."

Chen Xuan smiled, but there was some sarcasm in this smile.

The most powerful country in the world has iron cavalry that swept the Xiling coalition forces in the world, but the people at the bottom are believing in Haotian.

Who is to blame for this?No one knows, and there will not be that great virtue who dares to expose it.

For the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, it is natural that they can only suffer a lot, and they are tenants who work in the fields.

Perhaps for the nobles of the Manchu Dynasty, tenants were tenants, not common people, after all, there was no household registration recognized by the Tang Dynasty.

Qing He said silently: "But will Mr. Haotian really care for the people of Tang Kingdom?"

When she was young, she also saw the old people in the village kneeling on the ground to pray for good weather in the coming year.

People wearing simple Taoist robes can be regarded as working hard, but there is still a severe drought and there is no corn harvest.

Chen Xuan watched Qing He stand up, and he also stood up. He said calmly: "Asking for benevolence, you will get benevolence, what will you get by asking for God? I just ask for peace of mind."

"God, who lives high in the sky, has never come to the world, and regards all things as dogs, and we are naturally no different."

"The only ones who can save us have always been ourselves!"

Qing He was silent. There were no such things in the affairs she accepted, so naturally she didn't know how to answer.

Qing He was still in front, and Chen Xuan was walking behind. The two left Dongcheng and went to the world of mortals.

Now go see the world of mortals!

As soon as you enter the West City, you can feel the huge gap. The faces of the people in the East City have vicissitudes that do not belong to their age.

You can't see such a situation in Xicheng at all, both men and women look very white.

The women were also very open and did not hide their grace at all, and the soldiers patrolling the city were also much gentler.

However, the people of Xicheng were a little more disgusted with Taoists like Chen Xuan who wore ordinary Taoist robes.

But after seeing the temperament of Qinghe in front of Chen Xuan, he lost a lot of this disgust.

As the servant of the fourth princess in the past, he was known to many people in the west city.

So the identity of this Taoist is naturally self-evident. A practitioner, a practitioner in Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, who has the grace to save lives, is enough to win over many people.

Many people came to talk to him, but they were blocked by Qing He.

(End of this chapter)