Winter solstice and spring come again.
Serpent Coil Mountain The white snow will melt.
Thousands of civilians, driven by soldiers, searched the peaks one by one for possible auspiciousness.
Zhu Kang wore straw sandals, stepped into the snow with one foot deep and one shallow, and swept around with a wooden stick to search carefully.
If they can't find the auspicious combination, they will probably freeze to death in the mountains, and the Zhu family will be extinct.
"Master Sun has taken possession of our family's land. If this generation does not succeed, the next generation will also have to do so! Why should we suffer such a sin if we are all destitute? It is better to fight to the death..."
Just thinking about this, Zhu Kang glanced at the soldiers at the foot of the mountain and Minzhuang, who was shot to death while trying to escape, and could only curse quietly in his heart.
"The Dog Emperor!"
The cold wind howled and my clothes were thin.
Zhu Kang turned purple from the cold, leaned on a wooden stick to catch his breath, grabbed two handfuls of snow to satisfy his hunger, and continued to lift his feet mechanically.
Perhaps he had been hungry for too long, and there was an illusory light in front of his eyes, and then the world started spinning like he was falling into a dream, as if he had stepped on something soft, white and fat.
"Ah!"
A child cried out in pain, and Zhu Kang felt like he was flying up again, hanging upside down on his head and feet.
Zhu Kang shook his head vigorously to dispel the dizziness and regain his consciousness. He opened his eyes and saw a three-foot-long white radish.
There were muddy footprints on Bailuobo's face. He was grinning and waving a hoe angrily.
"Children, don't mess around."
A voice as gentle as the spring breeze came, and Crimson Blood Vine, whose feet were bound, was loosened and fell to the ground.
Zhu Kang looked over following the sound and found a green-robed Daoist sitting under a pavilion not far away, holding a Daoist scripture in his hand and greeting him with a smile.
"I'm a poor Daoist Xuan Yi, where do you come from, a layman?"
"I am from Kaoshan Village, my name is Zhu Kang."
Zhu Kang woke up from the confusion and saw the appearance of Spirit Ginseng Child. He thought he had met a monster. He said like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, "I am the eighth in the family. Our family has no money, no land, and we don't even have a wife."
"I eat leftovers on weekdays, live in a cowshed, and smell bad..."
"Pindao doesn't know how to eat people."
Zhou Yi points his finger, Mana sweeps across Zhu Kang's body, and the hidden frostbite is healed.
"This is Kunlun Mountain. Few outsiders come here. You can stay for a while, or you can choose to leave immediately."
Qin Zheng practiced in Kunlun Mountain for one year, and made a big fuss when he left. He fulfilled his promise to clear Xuanxiao's name, but also caused a lot of evil, so Zhou Yi lost interest in enlightening mortals.
"Kunlun?"
Zhu Kang was stunned and murmured, "There really is Kunlun Mountain in the world. Wasn't it made up by the storyteller?"
Zhou Yi called Zhu Kang to sit down and said with a smile, "Can the layman tell you how they compiled Kunlun?"
"Mr. Storyteller..."
Zhu Kang was about to speak when his stomach rumbled like thunder.
"It's just a poor thing. I'm talking while eating."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the stone table was covered with dishes, all of which were rare delicacies in the world.
"Thank you, Daoist Priest, thank you Immortal!"
Zhu Kang was already hungry. He didn't care about being in awe of the immortal. He ate and drank to appease his stomach and said, "Most of the stories told by Mr. Storyteller came back from Kunlun Mountain's studies..."
Since there is no farmland at home, Zhu Kang can still have a full meal during the busy farming season, and goes to work in the county town during the slack farming season.
Most of the time, I couldn't find any work, so I squatted in front of the inn and restaurant, begging for food, and listened to many stories.
"Kunlun Mountain actually became the origin of the protagonist of the story."
Zhou Yi listened with interest and asked again, "I have been in seclusion for a long time. I wonder what year it is now?"
"It is now Yongyan Era twelve years."
Zhu Kang put down his rice bowl, knelt down on the ground, and prayed. "Immortal, can I live here forever? I can serve tea, pour water, plow the fields, and do all the work, as long as I have a mouth to eat!"
"You can only stay a year at most."
Zhou Yi said, "Pindao will give you some gold and silver when you leave. You will have nothing to worry about when you go out."
Zhu Kang shook his head and said, "I don't dare to ask for it. The people in the neighboring village dug up gold from their fields and let bandits kill the whole family the next day!"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly. "It's a mess outside now?"
"The imperial court said that the world is very peaceful, but I heard that there are wars in many places, and life is difficult everywhere."
Zhu Kang is a real low-class person who cannot read a single word. His evaluation of the court or the emperor is that life is easy or hard.
It is not clear what bad things the emperor or the court did. The only thing that can be exposed is corrupt officials.
Zhou Yi did not continue to ask questions. He pressed his palm on Zhu Kang's forehead and directly read his Spirit Soul.
From the corners of memory that Zhu Kang can't even remember, the diners who saw the glimpse talked about it, and roughly pieced together the changes that have taken place in the Qing Kingdom in the past century.
Emperor Jiading Era ruled diligently, but Emperor Taishi lived too long, causing serious illness, and died in the middle before he could revive.
After two successive mediocre emperors, Emperor Yongyan Era is now said to be like his ancestor. Unfortunately, he has not learned martial arts and strong military. He is dedicated to seeking immortality and immortality, and has consecrated seven or eight Buddhist and Daoist masters as national teachers.
"It has been two hundred years since Qing Kingdom established the cauldron. The hidden dangers caused by Qin Zheng can no longer be suppressed. It is now the end of the dynasty!"
Zhou Yi sighed slightly, already somewhat accustomed to this. After three generations since Fengyang Kingdom, he has already seen through the rise and fall of dynasties.
When the soul searching technique ended, a few traces of soul power were left in Zhu Kang Spirit Soul.
Zhu Kang only feels that Spirit Soul is sensitive and clear. Every bit of his experience in the past twenty years is clearly visible. Words that he originally learned and then forgot are now engraved in his mind as soon as he thinks about them.
"Thank you, Immortal!"
"In the next year, you can take care of Spirit Field with your children. When you have free time, you can go to Imperial Library to study."
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said, "I can't keep you for a long time, nor can I teach you Immortal Techniques, but I can teach you how to eat, so that you won't starve to death when you go out."
Zhu Kang heard this and kowtowed repeatedly. "The grace of the immortal's guidance will be enshrined by the Zhu family from generation to generation."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, pointed at Imperial Library and said.
"This method is stored in volume 19 on the third floor of bookshelf No. 7. I can only make a slight guess. You still need to figure out how to make it."
"This disciple will definitely live up to the immortal's expectations!"
Zhu Kang doesn't know what he will learn. According to the development of the story, he speculates that it should be a long-lost secret recipe of an immortal. After he comes out of the mountain, he can make a fortune by relying on the secret recipe.
After eating and drinking, go back to the house and sleep.
The next day.
Zhu Kang After hoeing for a long time, he learned that the big white radish was made from ten thousand years of spiritual ginseng, and kowtowed a few more times.
In the afternoon, I went to Imperial Library and took out a book from the bookshelf as the immortal said. The cover had no words but a strange picture.
"It looks like a spinning wheel? It's a little different from what the workshop has seen."
When Zhu Kang was working in the county town, he would go wherever there was a shortage of people. The spinning wheels he saw were all similar.
Opening the book, there are pictures on every page with text annotations next to them. Because I received the Spirit Transformation spirit from the immortal yesterday, I can recognize most of the text in the book.
"The immortal asked me to create this thing, there must be a deep meaning!"
About two months later.
Zhu Kang discovered that he had an extraordinary memory and a talent for doing things, and he quickly built a new spinning wheel.
After testing, the effectiveness increased by ten times.
Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction. "Those who are destined to enter Kunlun are indeed extraordinary."
Zhu Kang once again received guidance from the immortal and went to Imperial Library to pick up a copy of Nameless's book. The picture on the book cover was even more strange.
A big boiling teapot!
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