The village is beautiful, with a dozen or so houses scattered under a large grassy slope with dozens of rows of grape trellises, and a small river with stone mills beside it.

The farmer's home is at the entrance of the village, the roof is covered with light gray grass, I don't know if it is because of the thick reason, it looks a little heavy, the wall color is very light earth gray, but the door is painted with red berry juice mixed with tree sap paint, plus the green grass in front of the house, the blue courtyard fence, the whole looks particularly bright.

The furnishings in the house were ordinary, and Ning Que's eyes fed by the idyllic scenery could finally rest temporarily. The farmer beckoned them to sit down warmly, explained that his wife and children had gone to the forest behind the mountain to pick some wild fruits, and then brought out the dishes that his wife had prepared for him, and washed the pots of melons and fruits and a handful of wild vegetables by the well, and put the sauce bowl and wine jug on the table.

Ning Que was not polite, just dipped in pickles and a bowl of pig's trotters, and drank wine. He was a good drinker, but the amount of wine was very bad, and thinking that he would have to hurry later, he drank two bowls, and handed the wine bowl to Sangsang.

The more Sang Sang drank, the brighter his eyes became. The farmer's home-brewed Baogu wine cannot be stronger and more beautiful than Jiujiang double distilled, but as long as it is wine, it can make her happy. The farmer saw that this little girl in a maid's uniform was so good at drinking, and suddenly dreamed back to the time when he was in the camp, and excitedly fought with her.

The person who was able to defeat Sangsang on the wine path had not appeared before, and it would never appear in the future. Ning Que can't do it, Longqing can't do it, and farmers naturally can't do it. It didn't take long for his dark cheeks to turn red, and his words grew heavier and his speech became a little slurred.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps outside the small courtyard, followed by a rapid knock and urging.

Ning Que had already listened to the movement, thinking that only the minister in the novel would have a casual meal, and then he met a villain who was not long-sighted, could he have such treatment now?

He didn't know that Chao Xiaoshu had encountered a break in the countryside of Dahe Country, and he didn't understand that the identity of the honorary head of the Tianshu Office and the honorary head of the secret guard, and the disciple of the master and the son was actually far higher than the so-called Qincha, but he always felt that this matter was a little too unreasonable, so he didn't move.

It was not his turn to move, and the farmer listened to the sound coming from outside the courtyard, stood up with a burp, motioned for Ning Que to sit, pushed the door himself, and began to quarrel with those who knocked.

"I didn't do anything? Last winter to repair the reservoir, who doesn't know that I Yang Erxi contributed the most? I am also willing to repair the public school in the township, the problem is that this paint money has no reason for me to cushion it." ”

"Yang Erxi, who let you cushion it? Who let you cushion it! You are just making excuses, just to earn a few more taels of silver, I sue you, this is the price set by the county government!"

"Oh, the public school in our township is twice as big as that in other townships, so how much more paint money? The price set by the county government is not right, do you want me to lose my money?"

"It's really presumptuous to the extreme! Don't rely on you to be a veteran, I won't dare to clean you up! Carefully, I will sue the county government and let the county lord rectify you!"

"I went to Mr. Xie Lu of the public school to ask, and there is no such thing in Tang Lu! I am a veteran, I can have half of my work, you don't have enough money to give, don't think about me doing it!"

"Your grandma's!"

"Your grandmother's!"

"Your grandmother's!"

"You dare to be disrespectful to Taizu! I'm going to Chang'an City to sue the emperor!"

After a quarrel mixed with countless swear words, it ended boringly after all, and the angry Li Zheng outside the courtyard fence didn't know how many generations of ancestors Yang Erxi had scolded, but he never broke in.

Yang Erxi scolded and returned to the house, waved at Ning Que and Sang Sang and said, "Don't pay attention to these pickled things, let's continue to drink, if it's wrong, I will continue to drink with this girl." ”

Listening to this quarrel, Ning Que probably guessed the reason for the conflict, and asked a few more questions at random. Yang Erxi explained: "Since it is a recruitment, at least enough money must be given, otherwise I will not be too lazy to go, and my own pigsty has not been brushed yet,...... You don't have to worry about me, the law teacher in the public school found me the Tang law, I take advantage of it, don't talk about Lizheng, even if the county master comes, there is no way to say anything about me. ”

Ning Que said: "Aren't you afraid that Li Zheng will come to Yin? If you really offend the county government, the government can find a crime casually, and you will be able to rectify your misconduct." ”

Yang Erxi drank a little high, laughed when he heard this, turned around and took out a well-maintained boxwood bow in the cabinet, patted his thick chest, and said proudly: "What is there to be afraid of? Who hasn't been a soldier for a few years?

Ning Que smiled and shook his head.

did not encounter any real grievances, and naturally there was no punishment of black-hearted officials, and then implicated the background behind him, and finally set off a storm in the capital, which turned into the possibility of a political struggle.

After drinking and eating, Ning Que said goodbye to Yang Erxi, Yang Erxi was a straightforward person, and he was satisfied with the wine and no longer deliberately kept guests, helped him fill the water bladder, and gave two melons, and said goodbye to each other.

The black carriage continued southward, with the sun increasing and slanting, walking on quiet roads, walking among picturesque rural villages and towns, where you could see wildflowers and many green rice paddies along the way.

Ning Que sat by the window, looking at the fertile fields in the south of the Tang Dynasty, thinking about the picture he had heard and seen in the farmer's house before, and thinking that he probably wouldn't have the opportunity to meet that farmer again in this life, he couldn't help but feel some emotion, and then understood why the academy and the senior brother attached so much importance to Tang Lu.

"It is said that Xiling is a heaven-sent country, in fact, my Tang Dynasty is really a heaven-sent country, the southern fields are fertile, the wind and rain are smooth, there are few disasters, and then there are mountains as a congenital strategic barrier to the south...... Of course, none of this is important, the important thing is that this is the academy, there is Tang Lu, and there are His Majesty and officials who really take Tang Lu seriously, and the farmer, and even that Li Zheng can live so seriously. ”

He said: "There must be corrupt officials and corrupt officials in Datang, and there are morally corrupt guys like me, but as long as the vast majority of people are living in such a serious way, then this fertile field will be watered uninterruptedly, and it will continue to be fertile, which is a great thing." ”

Sangsang asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "What I want to say is...... I suddenly had an urge to shed my blood for this country, you know, I have always been afraid of this inexplicable 'blood feeling', because this kind of blood can easily make people die too quickly, so I admire those former sages when the country was founded. ”

In the deep mountains of Xiling, there is also a large gentle meadow on the side of Zhishouguan, but the meadow here is different from those in the south of the Tang Kingdom, there is no grape trellis on it, and there are no houses painted in various bright colors, only the grass that is completely the same height and the majestic Taoist hall.

In the alchemy room at the back of the Dao Hall, the faint fragrance of medicine has been waving non-stop these days, and the quaint medicine tripod has always been resting on the fire, Longqing still has to go to the cave every day to serve those strange old Taoist priests, but he spends all the rest of his time on refining medicine.

Longqing's method of refining medicine comes from the Tianshu Shazi scroll, so naturally there will be no problems, but after refining for several days, the medicinal fragrance leaking out of the Ding is getting stronger and stronger, but it still has not succeeded.

The practice exercises and methods of alchemy recorded in the sand scroll are all-encompassing, all-encompassing, and limited to the Daomen - the Zadi Pill is not the holy medicine of the Daomen, but the blood medicine of the Buddha.

Long Qing knew what the reason for the rarity of the sitting pill was. It's not because the masters of the Buddha sect really don't have any ambition for cultivation, but because the raw materials needed for this taste of sitting on the earth pill are nearly exhausted, and this so-called heart and blood medicine really needs hard work.

The furnace that he has refined has not been able to come out of the peak, and what he is waiting for is the painstaking effort.

The blood required by the holy medicine of Buddhism cannot be the heart of a pig, the heart of a dog, let alone the heart of a wolf, but the blood of the heart of an ascetic monk who is truly calm and pure, and is willing to be martyred.

Such hard work is naturally difficult to find in the world, especially for the Buddha who pays attention to compassion and abstaining from killing, where is he willing to use the lives of his disciples to refine medicine, and the ascetic monks practice to the realm of willing martyrdom but must be like a water, how can they do this bloody method for the sake of the elixir, which is an extracorporeal method?

Because of these reasons, although this kind of pill is not as good as the Tongtian pill, but it is also very miraculous, it has never really appeared in Buddhism, even the legendary Hanging Temple did not have it, but when the Demon Sect was in its prime, it had captured two high-ranking monks of the Moon Wheel Country and refined two tripods.

With the passage of time, the Demon Sect withered, and the two Ding Sitting Pills had already been exhausted, if Longqing refined this Ding Pill medicine, it would really bring a great shock to the cultivation world.

It's just that...... Where to find the ascetics with a calm mind and a pure breath? Longqing's cultivation is so poor now, even if he finds it, how can he kill those monks and take his heart's work?

In the dimly lit room, the medicine pod slowly spewed out a mist with the fragrance of medicine, and a few wisps floated in front of his face. Long Qing's face loomed in the mist, and a very faint and complicated smile appeared in his gray pupils, as if he was laughing at himself and as if he was mocking the unfortunate people in the world.

He reached out and plucked the black peach blossom on his chest, then slowly took off the old Taoist robe on his body, and folded it calmly and meticulously on the ground next to the futon.

**The skin of the body is unusually pale, just like the jade at the moment before weathering, and there is a hole about the size of a fist in the chest, which runs through the body, and you can vaguely see the wound wall of the internal organs that have been squeezed and petrified, mottled and dirty, disgusting in color, and it looks extremely terrifying.

This is the hole on the snowy cliff of the wasteland, and he was shot out by Ning Que with Yuan Thirteen arrows.

No one knows how Long Qing survived with such a serious injury.

White bones and wriggling internal organs could be faintly seen in the arrow hole, and a blood-red heart could be seen beating slowly in the depths to the left.

Long Qing walked to the medicine tripod and used his strong willpower to stop his hands from trembling, and then he held a small knife, probed into the arrow hole in his chest, and gently cut the surface of his heart with the blade.

A drop of blood slowly oozes out there.

An unbearable pain begins in the heart, travels the shortest distance, and enters the depths of the heart.

Long Qing's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if all the blood had been shed.

He used all his strength to keep himself from howling in despair, but his features were painfully twisted and distorted, as terrifying as a grimace in the night.

A moment later, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the steaming white mist.

Suddenly, the medicine pod boiled like a sea, tumbling like anger, and the fragrance of the medicine suddenly subsided, leaving only a strong smell of blood.