one person's life

Chapter 174 The Taoist Master is poor and energetic, after all, Jiashen is really secretive

Before he had seen Ye Kexin's energy when he was on the road, Tang Muzhi would have been suspicious if all the flowers and plants he saw were grown by an ALS patient.

When Ye Kexin is not sick, she is in better condition than anyone else. She is full of energy and does not show fatigue when she rests at night. If by God's favor, she did not suffer from an incurable disease in such a beautiful age, she may be in the international Go circle now. Having established an excellent reputation, she was appreciated and favored by the chief of staff together with her master. The future is bright and she is on the rise.

But Tang Muzhi had seen with his own eyes what Ye Kexin looked like when he was sick. After the Qi disorder, the whole person suddenly became weak and weak. His muscles began to shrink and tremble involuntarily, and it was difficult to breathe. It seemed that the Qi had also lost its original color.

"So I am grateful to Buddhism, Chinese medicine and Western medicine." Ye Kexin, still wearing a cowboy hat on her head, unbuttoned the cuffs of her jacket and looked at the lines on her palms, "I feel a little bit of my energy and life with those who are lying alone in the hospital bed. Compared to those who disappeared, at least I can live as a healthy person most of the time."

"Judging from the palmistry, my life line is short and my palm prints are complex, which means I am a short-lived person, but I have so many people who care about me - my parents and master. They continue to build connections with others and let me My humble fate has become heavy... This is a method Uncle Kui'er, the head of the Shuzi Sect, told me quietly, to entangle my own destiny with those whose destiny is so important that it needs to be measured from the perspective of the world. Those times when things can shake and change the future and make the impossible possible, my destiny may also undergo a transcendent change."

Ye Kexin also recognized Chen Jinkui.

Tang Muzhi's feet were still stepping in the snow-soaked river ditch. After hearing the method Ye Kexin learned from Chen Jinkui, he felt the cold air rushing into the Yongquan point on the soles of his feet, as if he had some enlightenment.

Turning the impossible into possible is the method of gods, and in this vast land, one of the biggest secrets is - how those ascended people recorded in ancient books transformed from Qi alchemists to gods. of?
The road to becoming a god is a great secret that even the inner scene of "omnipotence" is disturbed, and even the master of heaven is restrained, and outsiders cannot know it.

Tang Muzhi's knowledge of medical skills is limited. He currently knows only one way to help Ye Kexin, and that is the Eight Wonders.

According to his conjecture, both hands and the Immortal Thief Liuku can solve all the so-called incurable diseases in the world.

The Eight Wonderful Skills are closely related to the road to becoming a god, and the reason why the weight of many people's destiny is higher than that of ordinary people is often related to this road.

From this point of view, Chen Jinkui's "hint" is completely good. Even if there is no Tang Muzhi, as long as Ye Kexin takes the initiative to establish contact with the people and things in Jiashen, there is a chance that she will be cured by the successor of Shuangshou or the Liuku Immortal Thief.

Therefore, warlocks are a group of statisticians. They know how to go about things that will satisfy their needs and how to maximize the probability of success. This is the truth.

Ye Kexin stretched out her slender hand to touch Xiongxing, and then she handed the reins back to Tang Muzhi, "We will be there soon. Look at the field with beans, and behind it is the residence of Master Qiu."

It was noon now, and the two of them led their horses around the bean field set up on bamboo poles. A wooden house that was more exquisite than Yang Lie's residence was located in the forest at the foot of the mountain.

The roof of the wooden house is covered with a layer of blue plastic sheet. The water on it is still wet, and there are fallen leaves spinning on the water. The corners of the plastic are fixed with nails. There are high steps made of wood, and weeds grow next to it. It was half a person tall, and a bunch of dried red peppers were hung with wool on the sunny eaves. The rafters became a nest for birds to lay eggs and hatch their young. An old donkey with white eyebrows was wheezing in the pen next to it. When he saw Tang Mu Zhi and Ye Kexin came, staggering around in the circle as if to say hello, tilting their heads towards them.

Inside the house, the mud on the walls peeled off, and the ashlar on the floor had sunk due to trampling. There were large and small jars piled on the ground, and the earth stove was covered with a silver stainless steel cover to prevent dirt from falling on the large iron pot. in.Taoist Qiu wrapped his full head of white hair in a roof-shaped Nanhua turban, put a thin blue-green gown on his body, hung tight black cloth shoes on his feet, and covered his lower abdomen with a pair of black and chapped hands. , his thin and narrow white beard moved in the wind, he lay motionless on the brick kang, his breathing was so soft that most people would have to get close to his mouth and nose to hear it.

Qiu Laodao was taking a nap.Ye Kexin said softly: "Master Tao usually doesn't take a nap. He will probably wake up in an hour and a half. We don't want to disturb him."

She turned around and unloaded a bag of salt from Xiongxing's back. Tang Muzhi followed her movements and placed the rice, noodles and tea leaves neatly next to the stove.

"Let's fold the beans." Ye Kexin was so busy with her arrangements that she couldn't stop. She took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves and walked out of the wooden house, facing the harsh ultraviolet rays of the plateau and walking into the beans field.

The long beans are all over the branches and hanging on the shelves.Ye Kexin follows the growth of the beans from top to bottom, from inside to outside, and breaks off the mature beans neatly with a skillful technique.

This made Tang Muzhi stunned. He had always regarded Ye Kexin as a delicate and talented girl with a rough life. Who would have thought that she was not only good at planting flowers, but also doing farm work better than Tang Muzhi.

It is embarrassing to say that Tang Muzhi rarely had the opportunity to go to the fields in his two lifetimes. In the past, he was always industrious and could not distinguish between the five grains. Later, he read more books and knew the five grains, but he never went to the fields in person.

"Comrade Xiao Tang, why are you standing there? How dare you lose touch with the masses?" In the blink of an eye, Ye Kexin had packed up a pile of beans and joked towards Tang Muzhi.

Tang Muzhi just got off the ground, and Qiu Laodao also woke up at this time. He got up and sat on the kang and dozed off for a while, then jumped off the kang and wiped his eye sockets and face with a wet towel soaked in water. He felt refreshed all over. He looked at The two young men who were busy outside the house smiled, stretched out their hands to pick up a cup of tea from the kang, took a sip along the edge of the tea mug, felt the heat in their throats disappeared, and their muscles and bones trembled. The remaining tea leaves were spit back into the teapot; Tang Muzhi and Ye Kexin were quick with their hands and feet. When they finished picking the beans, Mr. Qiu shouted in Northern Shaanxi dialect:
"Girl, come and see me if you don't come soon!"

Ye Kexin heard this and walked lightly to Qiu Laodao.

"Master Dao, I'll come to see you."

Qiu Laodao looked her up and down, pursed his lips and nodded: "Yeah! Qi is not as weak as before, but the blood color is not coming up. What you raised is okay - did that tall young man outside bring you?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Muzhi stepped forward and saluted, "Junior Tang Sect disciple Tang——"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Laodao's bright eyes showed a look of nonchalance, and he interrupted him, "Hey, don't talk about that. We don't care anymore. Just tell me your name."

Tang Muzhi looked at Qiu Laodao, who was dressed as a Taoist priest and lived like an ordinary farmer, and seemed to understand how to get along with him.

"Master Tao, this boy is Tang Muzhi, a wild boy who grew up in Gansu."

Qiu Laodao showed his white teeth and smiled slightly, "Is he still half a fellow countryman? In 33, I fled from Shaanxi to Gansu and stayed for a few years. When the world became peaceful, I went south to this place." Tang Muzhi made an estimate. Qiu Laodao's age, old people of this age always don't use the Gregorian calendar. The year [-] he mentioned should be the Republic of China calendar, and the converted one happens to be [-] in the Gregorian calendar!

Tang Muzhi wrote down this information, and the three of them chatted for a while. He explained his purpose and showed his Yangshen to Qiu Laodao.

"Yu - you are such a weird kid." Qiu Laodao's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "You practice the inner alchemy skill? Yang Shen is very solid."

"Didn't I hear that your old man is very skilled in martial arts? Come here and ask for advice."

Qiu Laodao chuckled, "I have never practiced boxing or kicking. What can I teach you guys? You have to ask Yang Shen. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. I have a solid foundation. I must be a serious inner elixir." , just continue to practice in your own way, why do you ask outsiders? If you want to learn from others, you have to find a truly capable master and become a master. Only when you have enough merit can you practice."

Tang Muzhi heard the implication of these words: Qiu Laodao knew how to practice after becoming a Yang Shen, but he didn't know Tang Muzhi well enough, and he didn't know his character. He was a disciple of Yang Lie. Disciples also dare not give guidance easily.

Ye Kexin asked at the right time: "Master Tao, you killed so many Japanese, how could it be possible that you didn't practice any kung fu at all?"

Qiu Laodao waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, what are you going to do if you don't have time to grow crops? Those who practice oil hammers and stone locks are just people who run around in the world. After practicing for a long time, their joints are not good, and the Yin and Yang Qi are blocked. It won't last long." . We Taoists have nourished our bodies and nourished our energy and blood enough. Time flies quickly and we beat people hard. The little devils have evil intentions and lack of concentration. I strangled several of them to death in a blink of an eye. After strangling them, I ran away. , that bullet chases me like it has eyes, look at it——"

Qiu Laodao pulled up his trouser leg to show Tang Muzhi and Ye Kexin the scar on his right calf.

"Is this what the little devils killed? My master is good at martial arts, but he was killed early in the city. My junior brother was trying to save people, so he can't run easily. I am the only one who is smart. I went to the Northeast to fight the war in the beginning. You have suffered this injury for several years—you young people don’t know it now.”

Qiu Laodao stood up and saw Xiongxing at the door, "Oh, I've also brought a horse. I'll get you a rope to tie it into the pen."

Tang Muzhi couldn't refuse. Qiu Laodao had already stroked Xiongxing's head and grabbed the reins. He had a hint: "This horse is good. It doesn't bark. It's patient."

After saying that, he led Xiongxing into the pen and locked him up with the old donkey. He hoeed a broom of dry soil and put it in the pen. He fed Xiongxing two troughs of fodder in succession and brushed the horse's back with the broom.

Xiongxing enjoyed Old Tao Qiu's service comfortably and raised his horse's head, which made Old Tao Qiu laugh: "Hey - this animal is so heart-wrenching (cute, meaning to make people feel distressed)."

"Girl, there is no firewood. You and this young man can collect some firewood and I will cook for you tonight."

In the evening, Qiu Laodao set up a fire to cook. He first cooked the high-quality rice that Tang Muzhi bought in Li County, and then pounded the dried chili pepper to make chili oil. After cutting the beans into sections and cooking them, he mixed them with hot chili peppers. The fragrance came up quickly.

"Hey, this is your Gangu pepper from Gansu. It's oily and full of flavor. You can see that it's shining brightly."

Qiu Laodao grabbed the small hot porcelain bowl with his bare hands and handed it to Tang Muzhi. The latter dipped the tip of his chopsticks and then put it in his mouth to sip. Well, it was a familiar taste, different from the spicy Sichuan and Chongqing peppers. Much the same.

Qiu Laodao also patted two cucumbers, and the three of them had a simple dinner.

After eating and sleeping silently, Qiu Laodao smiled at Tang Muzhi and said, "Are you used to eating?"

"That works." Tang Muzhi put down the bowl and chopsticks.

When the temperature dropped at night, Qiu Laodao found an iron washbasin and set up a fire next to Ye Kexin. The charcoal fire burned quietly, with no flames or smoke, but the temperature gradually warmed up.The cold wind blew in, blowing up a thin layer of white charcoal ash, and the remaining charcoal in the basin revealed the original lines of the trees... This was the moment of night talk, before Tang Muzhi and Ye Kexin returned to Yang Lie's place. Living in a simple wooden house, Mr. Qiu talked more.

Boiling water and making tea, Tang Muzhi deliberately led the conversation to Jiashen and Yangshen, but the topic of Yangshen was not drawn out, and talking in the direction of Gansu and Jiashen brought Qiu Laodao back to the circle in the 33rd year of the Republic of China. It's an age of turmoil.

"The reason why I suddenly ran away from Shaanxi to the west was because there was a turmoil back then. You know Yang Zhu - keeping true to one's nature and not burdening one's body with things. There was a man named Wugensheng, who was full of nature. Seeing him was like seeing their Patriarch Yang Zhu, worshiping him like a demon. I heard that he also resisted Japan and was in Shaanxi at the time. Thinking about this person, I ran around Qinchuan for [-] miles alone. Looking for, wanting to meet him."

When Tang Muzhi heard Wu Gensheng's name, he immediately became energetic. Unexpectedly, Qiu Daoye had some entanglements with Wu Gensheng.

All the old people who experienced the Jiashen Rebellion avoid anything related to the 36 thieves and Jiashen, because in this matter, including the sects from which the 36 thieves came, these famous and decent sects revealed greed and unscrupulous competition. Shen is the dark and bloody history of these people, and they naturally don't want to mention it to their juniors.

Tang Muzhi was surprised why Qiu Laodao talked about Jiashen's affairs "unscrupulously".Later, he realized that this Taoist master was completely out of touch with the alien world. He had known Yang Lie for so long that he didn't even know whether Yang Lie was the head of the Tang clan. Who cares who has good reputation or not? Woolen cloth?

"Is this person related to the chaos you talked about?" Ye Kexin asked curiously.

"Yes, why not." Qiu Laodao smoothed his white beard, "The root of this chaos back then was this person! I never thought that there is such a complete personality in the world, which can make a group of upright and upright people Disciples came from all over the world to Shaanxi to become sworn brothers with him!"

Ye Kexin looked forward to it with beautiful eyes. This must be the first time she heard about Wugensheng.

"I was in my forties or fifties at the time. When I heard this, I said that these young people were really careless in what they did. Later, I discovered that this matter was not that simple. As soon as outsiders got involved, they would be shattered to pieces."

(End of this chapter)