There are still melons to be harvested in the melon field, and the melon selling team in the village is coming back in the afternoon, and he has a share of the money.

Melons are not necessities, so they can't be sold at a price in Shangyang, a place where they have just eaten and dressed, and it is said that the outside world is in chaos, and it is difficult to sell them to Qichu, and the merchants who have the ability to take these business routes will not sell a few carts of melons back.

One pound of wheat is exchanged for three pounds of melons, and one copper coin is ten pounds of melons.

The grain is cheap and hurts the peasants.

Seasonal fruits and vegetables can't be sold, so they have to eat them themselves, which is also one of the few times when people at the bottom can eat sweets to their heart's content. The melon yield is high, the sugar content is sufficient, and it is already a tradition for Shangyang people to eat melons to increase fat.

Cheng was busy in the melon field, helping the adults to transport the melons to the field and pile them into a pile. The scorching sun in the afternoon seemed to ignite the earth, and there was no shade in the melon field, so he put on a straw hat and gnawed clean melon skins under his feet.

But the farmers have become accustomed to it, and with a wet cloth draped over their shoulders, they don't stop for a moment.

Time passed in torment, the sun overhead slowly turned from dazzling white to rose red, and the wind began to rise between the heavens and the earth.

For countless years, farmers have watched the mid-heaven sun change color every day, and it won't be long before the moon slowly emerges from where it disappeared.

Cheng hugged a melon and walked home in the dark red sunlight.

Something wasn't quite right today, he walked to the chaimen, and the yellow dog hadn't come out to greet him. Cheng was puzzled and smelled a fragrance. That's right, it was the smell of roast chicken, and he couldn't forget it.

It's been a long time since the last time I ate roast chicken, when the village killed a gang of rogues and Xiang Yong pulled out the wealth from the captives. The mayor of the town held a feast. That taste, tsk.

But how can there be roast chicken in your own house? Oh no! That old man!

He broke free from the scent, opened the door, and glanced at the well, and there was chicken feathers all over the place!

Cheng rushed to the stove with reason.

Sure enough, the old man and the dog were by the stove, the stove was burning, the chicken was stewed in the pot, and the man and the dog were staring at the smoke. The way the souls have been snatched away!

"Old man, where did the chickens come from?" he said with some misdemeanor in his tone.

The old man was hungry in the afternoon, tossing and turning in bed, and heard a chicken crow next door to your house, so he took a book and exchanged a chicken with the woman. Don't disturb the old man to eat meat. ”

Cheng will be suspicious, and it is not easy to verify?

"Aunt Hua, Aunt Hua, it's me"

There was an answer from inside, and he continued, "An old man exchanged chickens with you today?"

The woman opened the door, dressed in a coarse white cloth dress of starched wash, and a short-sleeved blouse of cheap indigo. He smiled at Cheng, "I was about to find you after dinner, the pillar and the carpenter went to cut down the tree, I can't read completely, so it looks like a practice book, you come to help me take a look, what is written in the book." ”

A brand-new book, he looked at the cover, and wrote three words "Righteous Decision", and turned to the back "Qin, Xianyang Chengdong City, clear printing shop, clear printing shop, clear printing shop, not clear money!"

Cheng looked at Aunt Hua who was full of antiquity with some embarrassment and turned the title page.

The title page is a very clear map of the meridians of the human body, really clear!, he muttered quietly.

I only saw the opening chapter that said, "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and mixed manifolds." The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. Huanglu when Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court ......"

The dark red sun that has not disappeared in the sky still shines on the human world, and for countless thousands of years, the heavens and the earth have been filled with the energy of the famous Reiki.

In this world, if ordinary people have no illness and no disaster, they can live for 360 years when they practice to the Flying Ascension Realm to transform the immortal body.

In this Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism coexist. In the world of the Tao of Instruments, the Way of Symbolism, and the Glory of Humanity, there is no one who does not aspire to practice!

However, ordinary people simply do not see the profound cultivation texts.

In this world, even children know that they pay attention to the law and do not pass on the six ears, the Tao is not passed on, the art is not given a foreign surname, and the classics cannot be exemplified.

Even the most unpopular sect accepts disciples every year, and it is crowded with people. When you enter the door, you must swear a poisonous oath, and you must not disclose it.

Cheng seems to have heard a certain breath of heaven and earth at this moment, this breath has vitality, in his body, in the small courtyard, in the old firewood house, in Guazhen, in the world!

Those that cannot be seen, touched, but real, which are indescribable, or called aura energy, he has always known, has always been exhaling, but he has never felt it so clearly.

On the stove side of the dilapidated courtyard of the Cheng family, the old man held the lid of the pot, and the misty white mist rose in the stove room, and the corners of his mouth could be vaguely seen.

............

"Cheng boy, what are you doing, what is this writing" Aunt Hua finally couldn't help but speak.

"Uh, uh, I'm a little distracted, Aunt Hua, this is a cultivation book, not a superficial spitting that my father left behind. Look at this meridian diagram,"

The 14 major meridians of the human body, all the yin meridians belonging to the six organs are distributed in the inner side of the limbs, chest and abdomen, among which the three yin meridians of the hands are distributed on the inner side of the upper limbs, and the three yin meridians of the feet are distributed on the inner side of the lower limbs.

All the yang meridians that belong to the six organs mostly follow the outer side of the limbs, the head and the lower back, among which the three yang meridians of the hands are distributed on the outside of the upper limbs, and the three yang meridians of the feet are distributed on the outside of the lower limbs.

Plus the second pulse of the governor. The Ren pulse belongs to the yin, and the Du pulse belongs to the yang.

"It turns out that there are six internal organs...... Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and pericardium......" Cheng looked at the picture while talking to Aunt Hua, and Aunt Hua was confused when she listened.

"Stop, stop, boy, I don't understand what you say, and I can't learn it, you take it back and study it first, and then teach the pillar when you learn it." ”

"Aunt Hua, no need, the old man who changed the chickens, no, the old gentleman is at my house. I've seen this, this, it's not difficult.

You don't need to understand the words in it, you just need to see the acupuncture point diagram, and perceive the aura according to the method of breathing inside, which is easiest at noon. He looked up at the dark red sun in the sky,

"Well, it shouldn't be easy to perceive at this time. Then visualize the acupuncture points and draw the spiritual energy into the body. Remember the meridian diagram first."

After speaking, Cheng handed the book to Aunt Hua who was in a daze, and returned to his small courtyard with a smoke.

"Sir, do you still have that book?"

At this moment, the old man was already sitting on the edge of the broken wooden table in the courtyard, holding an oily chicken wing in his hand, and gnawing on it, "The old man is a thief, he can't afford to be your husband, hey, boy, the old man and the old man when the temper comes up!"

Cheng scratched his head, "It's not that you are always acting too badly...... he was a little embarrassed, thinking that this was not a begging for someone, and was thinking about it, when he suddenly had an idea, "Old gentleman, why don't you take this book as rent?" ”

"Hahaha" The old man's gray beard trembled, and he didn't wipe his hands, he took out a book of righteousness from his arms and threw it to Cheng.

Cheng hurriedly caught it, carefully lifted his clothes, wiped the oil with the corners of his clothes, the aroma of roast chicken emanated from the book cover, he swallowed his saliva, stared at the steaming chicken on the table, and his stomach grunted.

"Eat, eat, look at you!"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

A chicken seems to be gone in two bites. Cheng was still unsatisfied, looking at the pile of bones on the corner of the table in front of him, a little ashamed. was meeting the old man's pitiful gaze, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Why is it so good to me?"

The old man looked at him with disdain, plucked out his ears, and pouted his teeth, "Why are you so stupid?

...... The gratitude that had just risen was suppressed in an instant, and he didn't know how to answer, so he put away the chicken bones and poured them into the dog basin.

The yellow dog sniffed, wagged his tail, and looked at Cheng innocently.

"The bone scum you have eaten is the cleanest bone dregs that the old man has ever seen in his life, and there is no oil at all, and the dog does not eat it!

The old man seemed to think of something, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, where there was only the bright moon, and there was only the bright moon for countless thousands of years. Not a single star.

In fact, there is a lot of childlike fun in summer nights, young cicadas will come out of the soil after dormant years, you must find a tree, climb it, break out of the shell in the treetops, break out in the moonlight, dry its wings in the morning breeze, and chirp in the scorching sun.

So the children would carry torches and look for them in the woods, which were one of the few delicacies.

Cheng didn't go, there was no light in the room in the dark, he lay on the bed, the righteousness was in his chest, his hands were carefully rubbed, and the dream of flying away there seemed to be within reach.

This is not the lithotripsy technique left by his father, he really feels the aura that fills the world, and feels that he is not a waste of cultivation. Everything was like a dream. The young man's mind is not so complicated, only gratitude, and there is only gratitude.