Chapter 2 Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains 2

The first year of Yongxing was an extremely unusual year for the people of Dazhou. On the first day of this year, the Beijing camp was in an uproar, Emperor Xuanzong died, and the prince ascended the throne in a hurry. When the dust settled, the world was already showing signs of disintegration.

The disaster in Hebei and Shaanxi became more and more serious, gradually affecting the roads in Hedong and Hexi, with thieves and exiles everywhere. On the 17th day of the first lunar month, the exile Wanfeng raised an anti-flag outside the city of Anding City, called himself the King of Tiandu, raised 100,000 troops, and captured Anding within a day, which was powerful. On the fifth day of February, He Tong, a hero of Yi County, rose up to echo Wanfeng and was known as the king of Tianwei. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Xu Zichu rose up in Cheng'an Prefecture. For a while, the heroes rose together, and the beacon smoke was everywhere, and the heroes were all over the mountains and rivers.

The people's eyes can only see the bright side, but hidden in it, the swords and shadows of the practice world are only some rumors, like watching flowers in the fog. Chongguang walked all the way and saw and heard that he was hungry and corpses were everywhere, but he did not know his teacher, and he was already precarious.

He did not fly with a sword. After leaving the capital, he bought a strong horse to walk and gallop all the way to enjoy the scenery along the way. However, 300 miles away from the capital, the people I saw were already in a bad mood and swollen faces. The more they went west, the more obvious this scene became and gradually shocking.

Although he is practicing and has already seen the threshold of distraction, the monk is not an immortal, and he does not have the ability to sprinkle beans into soldiers and dripping water into the sea, and he can't change food. He could have opened the valley by himself, but he had no choice but to see the hungry people along the way. What can be done is nothing more than to find a few corrupt officials and profiteers who are unkind and corrupt the law, which have aroused people's grievances. They will correct the law on the spot and open their granaries to help the disaster victims, but after all, it is a drop in the end, and they can only solve the eyebrows for a while.

The further you go, the heavier the mood of Chongguang. This great rivers and mountains are already devastated, and is what you have done in Beijing adding fuel to the flames? However, his parents' revenge must be revenged. Even if it will cause turmoil in the world, he can't care about it. What's more, the chaos in the world has accumulated for a long time. What he did is just a fire. Even if there is no change, this difficult situation will be triggered sooner or later.

"Old medicine, and then put a bowl of hibiscus soup." A man with rough eyes roared: "Dad Yan's old injury has been severe again, and the pain is terrible." The middle-aged man, who was called the old medicine, nodded, lifted the lid of the crock in front of him, poured a small bowl of yellow-brown medicine juice out, and suddenly a strange fragrance overflowed, and the people on the side of the seduced snotch.

"Good boy, this hibiscus soup is really fresh. I, Chen Liu, can't help it." The man muttered, but was knocked by the old medicine: "Six sons, you can't drink this soup indiscriminately. Drinking poison to quench your thirst. It's just a few days. Just drink a little less and suffer. You strong men still have a long life."

This old medicine is from Hedong, known as Yao Guang. He was originally a wanderer, but he also had some means. Now that the heroes in the east of Hedong are rising together and the place is unstable, he does not want to be trapped by the people of the chaos, so he simply abandoned his home and fled with a group of neighbors. Unexpectedly, what I saw along the way was like my hometown. I don't know how much suffering I experienced along the way, and I struggled to live until now.

This hibiscus soup is a traditional Chinese medicine, which was popular among the people in the Han Dynasty. It is extracted from an herbal medicine called Afu Rong and boiled with several other traditional Chinese medicines. It can relieve pain and wake up the brain, but you can't take more. If you take more, you will become addicted. It has always been a taboo for doctors. Father Yan is the elder of their group. These days, there has been no time for the recurrence of old problems, so Yao Guang took out some of the only inventory in his bag these days to make him go more relaxed.

They are now in Nanyang Prefecture, where the Taishou and other bureaucrats, together with the local millionaires, control the whole rice city and population flow in Nanyang, and have become a country in China. The local area has long been full of public resentment and undercurrents, but Nanyang is an important town. The imperial guard is in charge of tens of thousands of elite government soldiers to suppress heroes from all over the world without causing major chaos.

Chen Liuzi, Lao Yaozi, and a young man named He Wangsan are the backbone of this group of exiles. Seeing that he had not been able to get a meal for a few days, when he was desperate, a man with great ability suddenly came, and a sword subdued tens of thousands of local government troops, forcing officials and the rich to open warehouses to release grain and help the disaster victims, which gave them a chance to survive.

At this time, they were gathering in the shack outside the city, drinking the rice porridge they received while taking care of Father Yan. Hearing the old medicine's instructions, Chen Liuzi waved his hand: "I just smell a fragrance. Who is impatient to drink this thing?" He brought the soup to Father Yan, who was lying in the shack, and turned to face Yao Guang: "Old medicine, why did the world suddenly change? When will this dog's years come to an end?"

Yao Guang's eyes did not leave the medicine jar and carefully stared at the fire. Hearing Chen Liuzi's question, he smiled bitterly: "When will the world be peaceful? Earlier, when Emperor Wu's grandfather was there, the government still cared about some decentness. Emperor Wu died, and all kinds of harsh taxes began to accumulate. Your family still had a few mu of paddy fields in the past few years, and now it is difficult to rent and plant. Even without last year's drought, how many years can it last?

Suddenly, there was a voice outside the shack. Chen Liuzi looked out curiously and said, "Good guy, Mr. Xiao is really a Buddha of all families. Look at the exiles in this house and be grateful to him. Let's give him a gift later."

Yao Guang also looked along his sight and saw a young man in gray walking along the river bank. Wherever he passed, the people came forward to salute one after another, and knelt down and kowtowed with excitement. At first, the young man went to help one by one, but later he was so annoyed that he simply ignored it and walked towards his shack.

"Mr. Xiao has a natural vision and two pupils, which ordinary people can't have. Cangjie and Yu Shun are both saints. The overlord and the queen are also princes for a while, and they don't know where he came from. Speaking was He Wangsan. This young man has always been known for his extensive knowledge in his hometown. He has read some poems and books and is practical. His neighbors call him He Xiucai. Scholars and filial piety are both honorific names for talented and moral people in ancient times. It was originally a system for inspecting officials in the Han and Wei dynasties, but gradually evolved.

"He Xiucai, no matter what he comes from, we can only survive with others. We have to remember this kindness. If Mr. Xiao really has any thoughts, Chen Liu will never frown when he comes from the water and fire.

Yao Guang coughed and interrupted Chen Liu's words: "I see that Mr. Xiao is not the rebellious hero, but it's a bit like the practitioner I heard before."

Chen Liu's eyes widened: "What, a practitioner, isn't that an immortal?"

He Wang said, "Even if it's not a fairy, it's almost done. You also know that my uncle became a monk in Wutai Mountain. He once told me about the deeds of this practitioner. He can not only fly through the eaves and walls, but also call for wind and rain and sprinkle beans to become soldiers. The two former abbots of Wutai Mountain, Master Daoyan and Master Dust Avoidance, are such figures.

"I know this," Yao Guang also interrupted, "I have a brother who lives in seclusion at the foot of Mount Emei and often goes to the mountain to collect medicine. Listen to him, there is a fairy portal in Mount Emei. Three months ago, when we were still in our hometown, he asked someone to bring me a letter, saying that the world was going to be in chaos and asked me to give up my family business and go to Mount Emei to live in seclusion with him.

"Oh, is there such a thing?" He Wangsan was interested when he heard the words: "Your brother can be said to be unpredictable. How could you predict the turbulent situation in the world and the rise of heroes a few months in advance?"

"That's not true. My brother didn't say anything about the situation in the world." Yao Guang denied: "What he said in his letter is all about immortals. He said that now there are demons everywhere, millions of demons gathered in the northwest, and they will hunt Kunlun."

At the exit of the four words "can hunt Kunlun", Yao Guang only felt something on his face. He subconsciously raised his head and saw Mr. Xiao stop less than a hundred steps in front of the shack. His eyes suddenly appeared and he looked at himself coldly.