Nightfall

> The village is very beautiful, a dozen houses seem to be scattered randomly under a large grass slope, there are dozens of rows of vines on the grass slope, there is a small river not far away, and the riverside is a mill made of stones room. {Rainbow Literature Network aihonGwenxuom}

The farmer ’s house is at the entrance of the village, and the roof is covered with light gray grass. I do n’t know if it ’s because of the thickness of the building. It looks like a heavy feeling. The color of the house wall is very pale, but the door is painted red. The lacquer of pulp and juice mixed with sap, together with the green grass in front of the house and the blue courtyard, make the whole look extra bright.

The furnishings in the house were ordinary, and Ning Que ’s eyes fed by the idyllic scenery could finally rest temporarily. The farmer greeted them warmly and sat down, explaining what his wife and children were going to pick in the forest behind the mountain, and then brought out the dishes that his wife had prepared for him, not to mention the hearty dishes, and washed them by the well. With pots of melons and a handful of Shixin wild vegetables, put the sauce bowl and jug on the table.

Ning Que is not polite, she drank pickles and a bowl of pig's trotters, and drank the wine. He was a good wine person, but the amount of wine was terrible, thinking he would hurry up later, drank two bowls, and handed the wine bowl to Sang Sang.

Sang Sang's eyes grew brighter as he drank. The farmhouse-made Baogu wine cannot be stronger and more beautiful than Jiujiang Shuangzheng, but as long as it is wine, it will make her happy. The farmer watched the little girl in the maid's dress as if she was drinking so badly, and immediately dreamed of blowing back the corner of the camp, excitedly fighting with her.

Those who can defeat Sang Sang on the wine road have not appeared before, and they will never appear in the future. Ning Que can't do it, Long Qing can't do it, and the farmer can't do it. It didn't take long for his dark cheeks to turn red, the alcohol in his speech increased, and his teeth became a little unclear.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the small courtyard, followed by rapid knocking and urging sounds.

Ning Que has been listening to the movements for a long time, thinking that only the ministers in the novels will have a casual meal, and they will meet the bad-eyed gangsters. Do they have such treatment now?

He did not know that Chao Xiaoshu had encountered a door in the countryside of Dahe Country. I did n’t want to understand that the identity of the disciples who were the honorary director of the Tianshu Office, the dark guard, and the honorary disciple of Jiafuzi was actually much higher than the so-called handicap, but I always felt that this thing was too unreasonable. It didn't move.

He couldn't move, and the farmer listened to the sound from outside the courtyard, hiccupped and stood up, signaling Ning Que to sit down. Pushing the door out, I started to quarrel with those who knocked.

"I didn't get anything out of work? Who built the reservoir last winter, who didn't know that I had the most to contribute to Yang Erxi? I'm happy to do public school in the village. The problem is that this money doesn't make sense for me."

"Yang Erxi, who made you advance? Who made you advance! You are just making excuses, just want to earn a few more silver. I tell you, this is the price that the county government set!"

"Bah! The public school in our town is twice as big as in other townships. How much more money is paid? The price set by the county government is not correct. Should I be allowed to pay for it?"

"It's really extravagant! Don't rely on you as a veteran, I won't dare to pack you! Carefully I will go to the county government office.//Let the county master come to remediate you!"

"I went to Mr. Jieli in the public school to ask, there is no such thing in Tang Law! I am a veteran, and I can cut the work by half. You don't have enough money. Don't think about me!"

"you*!"

"Your ancestor *!"

"Your grandfather *!"

"You dare to disrespect Taizu! I'm going to Chang'an City to sue the royal!"

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The quarrel was mixed with countless swear words, and it ended in boredom after all. The anger outside the courtyard was extremely angry, and I did not know how many generations of Yang Erxi's ancestors. But he never came in.

Yang Erxi scolded and returned to the house. He waved at Ning Que and Sang Sang and said, "Mo Yao should take care of these pickled things. Let's continue to drink. Wrong, I and this girl continue to drink."

After listening to this quarrel, Ning Que probably guessed the cause of the conflict, and asked two more questions at will. Yang Erxi explained: "Since it's a recruitment campaign, I have to give at least enough money, otherwise I won't be too lazy to go, and my own pig pen hasn't been finished yet ... you don't have to worry about it for me. Tang Lu found it for me, and I took advantage of it, let alone Lizheng, even if the county prince came, there was no way to say anything about me. "

Ning Que said: "Are you not afraid of Li Zhenglai Yin? If you really offend the county government, the government can find a crime, but you can remediate you for the bad."

Yang Erxi's drink was a little high. He laughed at this and turned to take a well-maintained boxwood bow in the cabinet and slapped his thick chest. He proudly said, "What are you afraid of?" Who has n’t been a soldier for a few years? I'm really anxious, don't I know how to do it? "

Ning Que smiled and shook his head.

No real injustice was encountered. Naturally, there was no punishment for the black-hearted officials, and the background behind him was implicated. Finally, a storm in the capital city became a possibility of political struggle.

After half full of drinking and drinking, Ning Que would say goodbye to Yang Erxi. Yang Erxi was a straightforward person. He was satisfied with the wine and no longer kept the guests on purpose. He filled the water sac for him and gave two melons to say goodbye to each other.

The black carriage continued to go south, accompanied by an increasingly slanting sun, walking on quiet roads, walking among picturesque rural villages, wild flowers and green rice fields all the way.

Ning Que was sitting by the window, looking at the fertile field in the south of Datang, thinking about the pictures he had seen in the farmer ’s house, and thinking that there might not be a chance to meet the farmer again in this life. I understand why the academy and the brothers attach so much importance to Tang Lu.

"It is said that Xiling is a godsend country. In fact, my Tang Dynasty is really a godsend country. The fields in the south are fertile, the weather is rainy, there are few disasters, and there are mountains as the innate strategic barrier to the south ... The important thing is that this is the academy, there is Tang Law, and His Majesty and officials who really take Tang Law back to business, and the farmer, even that one, can live so seriously. "

He said: "Datang must have corrupt officials and morally corrupt people like me, but as long as the vast majority of people are living in such a serious life, then this fertile field is always being continuously watered. It ’s an amazing thing that it ’s going to be fertile all the time. "

Sang Sang asked: "What do you want to say?"

Ning Que thought about it and said, "What I want to say is ... I suddenly had an urge to throw blood on my head for this country. You know, I'm always scared of this inexplicable sense of blood, because this This kind of **** feeling can easily make people die too fast, so I admire those former sages when they founded the country. "

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Xiling Mountains. Knowing how to watch, there is also a large flat meadow. It's just that the meadows here are different from those in the southern part of the Tang Dynasty. There are no grape racks on them, and there are no houses painted in various bright colors. There are only grasses that are exactly the same in height and the majestic temple.

In the drug refining room behind the Taoist hall. These days have been swaying the faint medicinal fragrance. The quaint medicine tripod is always resting on the fire. Long Qing still has to go to the cave every day to serve those strange old Taoists, but put the rest of the time in refining Medicine.

Longqing's medicine refining method comes from the Tianshu sand scroll, and naturally there will be no problems. However, after a few days of refining, the medicine that came out of Ding Li became stronger and stronger, but still no success.

The practice methods and methods of refining medicine recorded on the sand scrolls are all-inclusive. It is not limited to the Daomen--Zodi Di is not the holy medicine of the Daomen, but the blood of the Buddha.

Long Qing knows clearly the reason why siting Dan is rare and rare. It's not because the masters of Buddhism really stopped their minds and had no intention to practice. It's because the raw materials needed by Zidian Dan are nearly exhausted. And this so-called heart-blood medicine actually needs blood.

He burnt this furnace to sit on the pill, and he has never been able to make the trip.

The effort required by the Buddhist sacred medicine is naturally neither pig heart nor dog heart nor wolf heart. But the mood is really calm, the breath is really pure. The blood of the heart of the ascetic monk willing to be martyred.

This kind of hard work is hard to find in the world, especially for the Buddhism who cares about mercy and killing. Where is the willingness to use the life of the disciples under the door to refine medicine, and the ascetic monk practiced to the realm of willing martyrdom, but he must be desperate. Elixir of this kind of **** means outside the law?

For these reasons, this kind of magic medicine, which is not as good as Tongtian Maru, but it has never appeared in the Buddhist temple, even in the legendary Xuankong Temple. A monk who had captured two lunar kingdoms and practiced two tripods.

With the passage of time, the Demon Sect is dying, and the two dynasties are already out of medicine. If Longqing refines this medicine, it will really bring great shock to the spiritual world.

It's just ... Where are the ascetic monks who have a calm state of mind and pure breath? Long Qing is so bad at the realm now, how can he kill those monks and get his hard work even if he finds it?

In the dim room, Yao Ding slowly spit out the mist with the fragrance of medicine, and a few wisps floated in front of his face. Long Qing's face was looming in the mist, and a very pale and very complicated smile appeared in his gray eyes, as if he was laughing at himself or mocking the unfortunate people in the world.

He reached out and took off the black peach flower on his chest, then slowly took off the old robe, and folded it calmly and meticulously on the ground beside the futon.

The skin of the body is extremely pale, just like the jade at the moment before weathering. There is a hole about the size of a fist in the chest. The hole penetrates the body, and you can vaguely see the squeezed petrified visceral wound wall. It was terrifying to the extreme.

This is a hole in the wilderness snow cliff where he was shot by Ning Que with Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

No one knows how Long Qing survived such a serious injury.

In the arrow hole, you can see white bones and creeping internal organs. In the depths to the left, you can also see a blood-red heart slowly beating.

Long Qing walked to Yao Ding and used his strong will to stop his hands from shaking. Then he held a small knife into the arrow hole in his chest and gently scratched the surface of the heart with the blade.

A drop of blood slowly oozed there ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ An unbearable extreme pain, starting from the heart, traversing the shortest distance and entering the deep heart.

Long Qing's complexion suddenly turned pale, as if all blood had been shed.

He exhausted all his strength, before he let out a desperate howl, but the facial features were distorted in pain, as horrible as a grimace in the night.

A moment later, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the steaming medicine tripod with white mist.

Suddenly, the medicine tripod boiled like a sea, rolled like anger, the medicine fragrant suddenly, leaving only a thick **** smell.

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(After careful consideration, I come to a conclusion that the book Ye Ye must have some shortcomings, but if you want to say it well, compared with my previous books, I will basically not leave the book idle. This is an improvement. I It still took a little bit of blood.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)