Now, it has been nearly ten days since he went down the mountain, Chen Yu remembered that he left Qingtai when he was only on the sixth day of the fifth month, and today it is fifteen, this time is very short for a person like Qian Xuanzhong who has traveled the rivers and lakes, but he is like an arrow.

For him, many of the goals of the descent have been achieved now, and there is no need to stay.

Pingcheng is prosperous, but it is useless in Chenyu, and he still misses the leisure on the mountain more in comparison.

I have gained a lot from participating in the puja this time, and I have bought a lot of books from the five internal organs, but I have read a lot of them, and I have memorized them in my head, just waiting for time to comb and absorb them when I go back. The second is the self-created internal organ rebirth technique, which can be called a thousand miles a day and saves a lot of time and energy.

It also comes with a tone attack.

In addition, knowledge, martial arts experience, and interpersonal relationships have also made progress to varying degrees.

Of course, what Chen Yu cares about the most is the fetal breath that was entrenched in the dantian by accident, and the Qi seed that was raised from the fetal breath.

After experiencing the strengthening of the liver organs brought about by an incomparably weak wisp of Qi, he had a hunch that the new road he had been thinking about seemed to have the confidence to go on.

The talent in martial arts is good, and the cultivation of the Dao Gate is strange, and only his own fetal breath, Qi and even spiritual power can be touched and seen, and can be relied on.

It's not so vain.

"Back to the mountain! Back to the mountain! ”

Packing his bags, Chen Yu didn't stay any longer and left directly, walked out of Pingcheng, and quickly walked along the wide avenue to the dirt road.

The sun was shining, and he walked through the bumpy path, and behind him was the colossal ancient city, and he could vaguely hear the voices of people.

But it has nothing to do with him, and he goes in the direction of breaking the Taoist temple.

……

In comparison, the return journey is much smoother.

At least that's what Chen Yu thought at first, but within twenty miles, he was unlucky enough to meet a group of homeless people.

He was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, his face was thin and black, and his body exuded the rotten smell of rotten wood, not like a living person.

Far away, he frowned and left, unwilling to meddle in his business.

"Five Bucket Immortals ......"

A group of people knelt down facing the north, muttering in a shriveled mouth and hoarse, like iron sand grinding into animal skins.

Chen Yu listened to a few words by ear when he passed by, and it seemed that he was not a local, but from the north.

After walking for more than ten miles, he entered the territory of another county.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes fell around, looking at many beggars who were in groups of three or five and fell on the side of the road.

This road is barely considered an official road, and I still remember that I didn't meet these on the road when I came.

Along the way, the situation did not improve, but intensified, until after entering Chenzhong, there were no more of those displaced people.

"What's going on up north again?"

Pingcheng is close to Taoyang, which is considered to be the north of the Guangyong counties, and further east is Taidingfu, which is already the easternmost part of Xizhou, separated from Jiangzuo by only a large river and two Gaolong mountain ranges.

After crossing the left and right sides of the river, it is not far from the west of the river.

It is already close to the Central Plains.

As far as I have seen and heard, most of the displaced people have the local dialect north of Taiding, which is not much different from the dialect of Guangyong and even Xizhou.

Fortunately, I can still understand it.

Five Bucket Immortals...... Chen Yu remembered that there seemed to be a disaster in Hejian and Hebei, where many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods came out to make trouble, and the white lotus who changed his doctrine was one of them.

And according to what I heard in Pingcheng for a few days, there are many wild sects such as Wudou Dao and other wild sects in the cholera river with the White Lotus Sect, although they are not orthodox in the Daomen, but they are hung with skins, and they can't do it by calling for wind and rain, but they still dare to pretend to be ghosts and bluff the people in the name of Mantian Zhenjun, and they are not small.

The Five Dou Dao, also known as the Five Dou Sect, is actually not a Taoist sect, but an out-and-out martial arts sect. No preaching, no preaching. Similar in name is the Five Bucket Rice Dao, which is the Taoist inheritance of the Eight Classics of Zheng'er.

It is closely related to the Taiping Road, which is quite prosperous today.

As for the Five Dou Dao, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cult, and what it does is not much more noble than the White Lotus Sect today, and it is shouted and beaten by everyone in the north.

But maybe it's really the right time, the right place, and the right people, this kind of inferior sect can also stir up the wind and rain, and the momentum is getting higher and higher day by day.

This has a lot to do with the government.

He heard Daoist Jiang say that the north side is about to be abandoned, and there are only two points that the imperial court is entangled with now, one is to establish the emperor's foundation and consolidate orthodoxy.

The other is to congratulate the old queen mother on her 50th birthday, and it is rumored that the Ministry of Rites suggested that it would cost tens of millions of steps to build a thousand steps to ascend to Yu.

As for the displaced people of the Northland, from the gatekeepers to the princes, few of them really took it to heart, and at most they used it as a means of attacking others.

Otherwise, it would not have been until now, from March to mid-May, for two whole months, the pseudo-Qi still occupied a large territory, dozens of cities, and had not yet been completely defeated.

And the left wind plug that guards the north has been lost for more than a month.

It has not been able to recapture.

The nearby generals and princes are still arguing about the rest of the details, and God knows when they will really be decided.

Shaking his head and sighing, although Chen Yu did not have the same heart of concern for the country and the people as Daoist Jiang, after witnessing everything, he still had compassion.

It's a pity that he knows that he is also helping the world, he is alone now, and he has no support in his mind, he didn't learn anything in his previous life, and he can't do anything even if he wants to change in this life.

"Let's just do it."

He thought about it, remembering the spring millet planted in the view.

In the future, if we can really cultivate a high-yield grain variety that produces thousands of catties of square fields, it may ......

It's still early, we don't know yet.

The sun came to the mountainside, and the sun was dim.

The crow cries like weeping blood, and in the heights and distances, it can be heard in the ears of people.

"Bullnose! Hand over the money! ”

On the way, I don't know where these people came from, Chen Yu looked at each other, fifteen or sixteen people, gathered together, and the momentum was very ruthless. But the northern dialect reveals that they are not locals, at least not Guangyong.

The dialect of Xizhou is unique, or there are hundreds of dialects in the entire southwest, and it is very common in memory that it is difficult to understand across the mountains.

In front of him, more than a dozen strangers gathered.

He looked at them, and there was no doubt that these people were in much better condition than he had seen before, and the man who was the leader still had some flesh on his face, and his body was strong, not like he was constantly starving.

"Wandering so far, don't be bewitched by the White Lotus Sect again."

Chen Yu said something that the outcasts and bandits couldn't understand, and then stepped out.

Boom!

The leader felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and two yellow teeth flew out of his mouth, dripping with blood.

I got dizzy and eventually fell and passed out.

Without going to see him, Chen Yu dealt with this group of bandits who had just transformed from homeless people in three or five clicks.

and turned them from bandits to prisoners.

He asked a few simple questions, and sure enough, the drought in the north has not abated, there are more and more displaced people, and a few anti-thieves are coming and going in that area, fighting endlessly, so many people are running to the south with their families.

Hedong was the first choice, but there were officers and troops stationed there, and many cities refused to allow displaced people to enter the city on the grounds of insufficient food stocks. As for the south of the Yangtze River across a large area of Sichuan, the river walkway in recent months is even more difficult to go, and it is more chaotic than the river.

So I came to the west.

In contrast, the southwestern states, although remote, can even be regarded as a paradise here.