The Black River was surging with silver scales, and the ochre-red military flags fluttered weakly in the soft wind. Qiugongdi Camp. The flood stopped, and the craftsmen were no longer as anxious as they had been a few days ago. They showed a harmonious relaxation in the sun. The sound of horse hooves came. The topless martial artist put down the stone and looked to the north. The silhouette of the horse was reflected on the ground, black and white interlaced, and it was hard to tell whether it was a white horse or a black horse. Water splashed on the iron hoof, and the horse jumped into the fence. Jian Zhongyi, who was wearing a green official uniform, stopped his horse, turned over and landed, and handed the reins to the groom to lead the horse into the circle. "Master Jian!" "Master Jian is well." "Master Jian has worked hard."
The clerks on the road greeted him respectfully. When Jian Zhongyi entered the tent, everyone gathered in groups of three or two tacitly. "Lord Jian is truly a man of great generosity. Not only did he donate 8,000 taels of silver, he also went out before dawn every day to help settle the people and provide disaster relief and porridge, and he only returned after dark. He is truly a role model for our generation." The cook was puzzled: "Isn't County Magistrate Jian the magistrate of Pingyang County? Why did he come to our Huazhu County to suffer?" "What do you know? It's only a matter of time before Pingyang County becomes Pingyang Prefecture. Will Huaiyin Prefecture ignore the flood in Huazhu County? It's the same reason!" "In my opinion, Lord Jian is selfless and generous. Yi, facing the flood, how can you be indifferent to the people in distress? " The groom who led the horse came back from the stable and saw everyone discussing, and interrupted: "Hey, have you noticed that when you greeted him before, Master Jian would respond, but today Master Jian frowned and was worried. Is he in a bad mood?" "Really?" "Don't say it, it's true, it's not dark today, Master Jian came back early..." "Is he in trouble? I hope Master Jian can get through it smoothly." Inside the tent. The sun shines through the oilcloth, revealing a layer of hazy yellow light. After Jian Zhongyi sat at the table, he loosened his clothes and took out a transparent jade bowl inlaid with gold from his arms. Inside the Dharma bowl, the black mist was entangled, revealing a pure and transparent evil. However, no matter how Jian Zhongyi activated the Dharma bowl, the black gas turned into mist, without the slightest sign of turning into a wisp of condensation. "Quality is infinite... How can this be?" According to the plan, this time in Huazhu County, at least one or even two strands of "evil spirit" can be gathered. Unexpectedly, the flood has receded, and the progress of searching and adopting everywhere has barely reached three-quarters, and it is difficult to make a strand. Jian Zhongyi's brows twisted into a "few" character.
Those who eat meat are brave and fierce, those who eat grains are wise and clever, and those who eat air are divine and long-lived. The Jian family has three masters, and Jian Zhongyi knows how to go to the master. If you want to become a master, in addition to the water-grinding work of opening the mysterious light and melting the hundred classics, the most difficult and most critical step is to "eat air"! Only with the support of the long air of heaven and earth can you reflect the unique learning, evolve the master's supernatural power, and take a solid step towards a life of three hundred years. However, there are five difficulties in eating air. The first is that it is difficult to find. There is Qi in all things in the world, in mountains, rivers and lakes, but the Qi inside is weak, shallow, and traceless. It is impossible to extract and refine it. It can only be found at special opportunities, nodes and time. Second, it is difficult to collect. Qi is so ethereal that it is difficult for ordinary people to capture it, and it is even invisible and intangible. It can only be collected and collected with specific containers. Third, it is difficult to eat. Obtaining Qi does not mean that martial artists can absorb and swallow it. For different Qi, different "mediums" are often required to guide it, otherwise the body cannot touch it. If it cannot be touched, how can we talk about "eating Qi"? Fourth, it is difficult to transform. Qi and people have similarities. It is difficult for evil people to combine with positive Qi, and it is difficult for positive people to combine with evil Qi. If the similarities are not compatible, the consequences are unpredictable. Fifth, it is difficult to level. Qi has high and low quality. The higher the quality, the stronger the power of the master's magic. If you practice magic with inferior Qi and enter the realm of the master, the future ups and downs can almost be foreseen. The five difficulties of eating qi have stumped countless heroes and brave men in the world, and they have fallen on the road at the age of over a hundred. The Xuanhuang Qi in the court is known as the most neutral and peaceful Qi in the world, with almost no compatibility problems. There is also a complete set of adoption procedures, which is often used to reward meritorious officials. Therefore, most of the masters come from the court. Unfortunately, Xuanhuang Qi is only a medium-level Qi. Jian Zhongyi knows that his talent is limited. Compared with ordinary people, he can be called a genius, and he is the Qilin son of the Jian family. But compared with the Martial Saint, the gap is like a chasm. Unable to collect superior Qi and enter the realm of Grandmaster with a high starting point, Jian Zhongyi can see the end of his future path at a glance, just like the three ancestors of the clan. The strangeness, evil, and strangeness hidden in the Great Snow Mountain opened up an alternative road to heaven for Jian Zhongyi. It's just that the evil monk overestimated himself. Use never means faith. Any iron folded thousands of times is not necessarily weaker than good gold.
The skull of a great martial artist has been tempered for thousands of times, and it is not necessarily worse than a natural martial artist. Not to mention that he has been immersed in Buddhism for so long that he has some mysteries that are not as good as those of a heretic. It is unlikely to be a problem with the Dharma bowl. Could it be that he came too late? The governance is too effective? Jian Zhongyi stared at the "evil spirit" in the bowl and pondered. Liang Qu was carefully exploring the "dead wood coming back to life" in the Ze Ding, trying to learn more information through the Ze Ding. The faint light drifted away. Information continued to flow into his mind, and Liang Qu's eyes became brighter and brighter. Extending life for sixty years, regardless of realm, whether it is a martial saint or a master, is a sixty years. This is the blessing and longevity given by God. Resurrection from the dead is also true, but it is not completely unconditional. First of all, the time of death. If it exceeds twelve hours, resurrection depends on the physical vitality and will to live of the resurrected person. If the person has been dead for too long, his vitality is completely cut off, or he has no desire to live, the dead tree can't help him. Secondly, the state of death. You can't let people beat him into powder. It's useless if he can't stick together. Awesome! Liang Qu threw all the sublimation favor behind his mind. Such good things must be kept as the final trump card, how can they be used for sublimation favor. However, whether it is used directly or sublimated favor, the 10,000 water essences must be matched. The expenses are really getting bigger and bigger. "The effect of the dead tree is so powerful, what about the red gas?" Liang Qu tried to understand more uses of the red gas. After half a day, he only got one that can be used for sublimation favor. It's all gas. Compared with the dead tree, the value of the red gas seems to be a completely insignificant consumable. It doesn't matter, be content! Liang Qu straightened his back, looking energetic, looking around the beautiful mountains and rivers of Huazhu County, his mind was extremely open. Not a loss, not a loss at all! After staying in Huazhu County for so long, a ray of dead wood came back to life! On the muddy road in the countryside, a group of children held dead branches and clucked, and a yellow dog followed behind with two sticks in its mouth. The young and strong people built bungalows with yellow mud, and the old people went up the mountain with sickles to cut grass and feed cattle and sheep. Liang Qu thought it was not just because of his water treatment to drive away diseases.
It was just that there was no time to summarize and review at the moment. I heard from the old man before that there seemed to be a lively sacrifice nearby that could be joined.