Industry is good at diligence, and absurdity is frolic.

Early in the morning of the next day, Chen Yu got up and went to the stone platform to breathe and wake up, and after being full of energy, he began to practice Yunhe Gong again.

The strength in the body is stimulated, the movements are wide open and closed, the momentum is not small, the fight is majestic, and the clothes are hunting with the wind, but it is quite a bit of a superior style.

Boom!

Half an hour passed, sitting, practicing, staggering, and pulling all the whip legs of the pile gong fist method, and then turning to qi and blood, relying on strength to quench the outer skin muscles and bones, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.

I was a little weak halfway, but fortunately, with the support of spiritual fluid, I recovered my spirit and eliminated fatigue after drinking, and I persevered in the whole process.

At the same time, he was also paying attention to the strange force hidden in his body, but it had not yet been discovered, and the situation on the night of the breakthrough not long ago seemed to be just an accident.

But he didn't give up, the power is related to the spiritual fluid, not to mention that it is in the body, and he can't find any clues after a long time.

After the morning work, Chen Yu cooked.

In today's era, ordinary people still maintain the habit of eating two meals a day, and some wealthy families may get some supper and the like.

It's just that the consumption of martial arts training is not small, and the burning of energy fat in the process of transporting qi and blood will make martial artists hungry faster than ordinary people, and replenish them more frequently.

Chen Yu's realm is not high, but the amount of food is not necessarily small at all.

After eating a gruel and cleaning it, he came to the back of the hospital to check the situation of the medicine field, the weather was sunny and there was no rain in the past few days, and the plants on the soil were growing stronger and stronger.

The leaves of the big white root shrank a little to the ground, and the fruit of the orchid fruit became a little larger, and the skin was tender red, and the juice and flesh inside could be faintly seen.

And when it comes to this, the biggest change is still the greens in the corner.

The blue color is like jade, the leaf tip is slender and slightly curved, the edge is stained with morning dew, and a bunch of green buds like a grain bud are drawn out from the place where the leaf veins meet, facing the sun.

Chen Yu approached and couldn't help but use his hand to play with the tip of the bud.

The skin is soft, and there seems to be something in it, and it looks like unripe corn to the touch.

The hard object under the skin is very small, less than a grain of rice.

"Can the greens still bear fruit?"

He looked strange, and he didn't know what the spirit had catalyzed, but if it really turned out, what would be the taste and effect of the fruit of the green vegetables?

A little curious, Chen Yu withdrew his hand, and didn't peel off his leather coat to find out for the time being, according to his observation, it will only mature in two or three days, so there is no need to be anxious.

Next to it, the elongated jade insect clothes are still very young and tender, and they look the same as before the transplantation, but the jade buds that grow as white as insects have become whiter, and the surface seems to be wrapped in jade powder, which is more and more like a handicraft.

Clapping his hands and getting up, he felt that he might be able to get a book to record everything in front of him, he had the idea, and it would be impossible to plant only so many in the future, and there were many that could be tried.

A diary book that records experiments can avoid omissions on the one hand, and on the other hand, it can also sort out the gains and losses from time to time.

Taoist temples have pen and ink, as well as blank paper, so it is not difficult, let alone running down the mountain to spend money to buy.

In fact, Chen Yu's memory is not bad, even much better than ordinary people, and with the recent improvement of martial arts and spirit, his memory ability has been vaguely enhanced, but his good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and he also finds something to do for himself by the way.

Leaving and returning to the courtyard, Chen Yu began to clean up.

Pingyu is just recently, if you want to buy some chickens from the farmer to raise, you still have to take advantage of the now, to avoid two days of heavy rain downpour, mountains and rivers to close the road.

This time he went down the mountain because he didn't go into the city, so he only brought another piece of single clothes that he bought at the clothing store last time, sky blue, and it was quite slim on his body.

The Taoist robe is also brought, and his face is far inferior to the old Taoist priest in the village under the mountain, and the villagers are estimated to be unfamiliar. When the time comes, when you get to the bottom of the mountain, you will inevitably have to use clothing to reflect your identity.

As mentioned earlier, Daliang Taoism has a strong atmosphere, and it is a rural mountain, so even if most people don't know that he is the master of the Cloud Crane Temple on Qingtai Mountain next door, at least they should not be too resistant to the two points of Taoist robes and Taoist priests.

It's just that the road down the mountain is rough, so I changed my clothes in advance.

"There are still five taels or three dollars left in the silver money, and it is enough to buy some chickens."

More than 200 catties of rice grain plus Bai Yunsan's medicine cost him a lot of money, and the amount of money he had saved and sold orange silver grass and long-eared white mushroom was not much left now.

There are still some things in the Taoist temple that cannot be sold for money, such as the Sifang Taiwan case, which was left by the first generation of the master, after aging the sandalwood, the edge is depicted with some gold silk lines, which is very valuable.

It's just that this thing has a lot of significance to the old Taoist priest and his predecessor, and he doesn't want to do it. For Chen Yu, he is far from being poor, let alone mentioning this, at least although the money is small now, it does not affect daily life, so he doesn't have those thoughts.

On the mountain road, a young man in a long shirt walked slowly across the rocky road, calculating how much he would buy.

The chickens have to have them, and the ducks are not impossible, but the road is bumpy, otherwise he really wants to buy two goats and put them on the mountain.

Cattle don't want to go, the government prohibits selling, and all cattle households have registered in the yamen, unless you are a rich family who doesn't take money seriously, or an official family with someone on it, otherwise this layer can't get around.

There were very few cattle in the farms, and most of them were rented from the nearby landlords and gentry, and in addition to a certain amount of money to rent, they were also responsible for the cattle, and they had to pay a lot of money for the slightest mistake.

Can't afford to lose? Selling land and land, if you can't do it, you can sell yourself into slavery.

The Girder does not prohibit the possession of slaves, only some inconsequential restrictions on their number.

Bang~!

There was a thunderclap in the blue sky and white sun, shaking the mountains and forests.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, the sky was still blue, and there were no clouds and rain.

Chen Yu's feet moved faster, and he unconsciously used the footwork on Yunhe Gong, his steps were light, and he easily crossed several meters with a long lift.

……

Clang!

"Woe is coming!!"

In broad daylight, a broken gong rang violently in the sky above Majiatun.

It also resounded in the hearts of the villagers.

The hearts of the people trembled, whether they were still doing farm work in the fields or staying at home to do chores, men, women and children ran out one after another, some of the elders stood up, holding spears and short knives in their hands, and several hunters even carried wooden bows and quivers on their waists.

"Go to the big willow tree at the east end of the village!"

"Quick! The group of white fruit bandits who have been affected by natural disasters are here! ”

"Da Zhuang! You take people to the entrance of the village, mountain flowers! Let the children of each family not run around, but hide at home first! Don't come out! ”

"Ma Laosi? Ma Laosi, you fucking hurry up and call people in Liujia Village across the river! ”

The elder stood in the middle of the village road with his spear in his hand, his fists clenched, and he commanded the villagers who had gathered around him in a slightly panicked manner.

"Don't worry! I've just let people go to the county seat! County Master Li will send someone soon! Don't panic! ”

He shouted loudly, in fact, everyone knows how far the county town is from Majiatun, but as soon as they heard this, many people still relaxed and slowly calmed down.

Soon, a group of people set out for the entrance of the village, mostly adults, both men and women. There were also a few half-sized men who were taller than the wheels and mixed in the crowd with the clubs and weapons given by their fathers with nervous expressions, and came to the entrance of the village together.

Thundered!

The thunder was loud, but the people in Majiatun didn't care about this, they stared wide-eyed and looked into the distance.

Rushing!

A thin man in ragged clothes knocked out of the grass and could not see his face clearly, his hair was scattered, but the club with iron nails in his hand was particularly cold.

Stepping on the field, I raised my eyes and beckoned backwards.

The next moment, a scene that made everyone in the village feel cold:

Seven or eight bandits, tall and short, fat and thin, but much cleanly dressed, came out of the forest path with their weapons in hand.

And behind them, ten, twenty, thirty......

At the entrance of the village, the spear-wielding elder at the head seemed to be clenched tightly at this moment.

Blood spilled out of his heart, his eyes were cracking, his mouth was panting, and he no longer had the composure he had before.

Boom!

A slightly thin horse kicked and trampled, revealing its figure from the shade of the trees, and on his back was a man with a glossy red face, a large waist and a thick waist, and leather armor.

The man squinted into the distance, and then his lips opened and closed.

The villagers were so far away that they didn't hear anything, only the expression of the bandit beside the man changed, from numbness to bloodthirsty and cruel.

For the man said,

"Slaughtered."