The young man only smiled and said, "Noise, rest for you." ”

Li Zijin slapped his knife and slashed at the neck of the white-clothed young man with precision and neatness.

After the palm knife was behind, Jiang Xiang fainted.

The fairy sword "swished" with a light, and gently hammered Li Zijin's back with the hilt of the sword, as if to avenge the master.

However, this move was very serious, and it didn't rush to hurt Li Zijin, but just pointed.

The black-shirted young man swordsman smiled politely: "When I get Chengying, I will cut each of you to pieces with a sword." ”

was unforgiving, but he had already dragged the white-clothed young man who had fallen asleep in his hand, and slowly walked back to the room where the temple was short.

"It's so heavy!"

It took a lot of effort for Li Zijin to throw the white-clothed young man on the bed, sitting on the side and panting.

The fairy sword contained light at an extremely fast speed, and jumped in from the window, Li Zijin suddenly beckoned to it, and said with a smile: "Hanguang, come here." ”

The tip of the lightsaber swung from side to side, "shaking his head" and refusing.

Li Zijin got up, stretched out his hand to hold Hanguang, but was jumped high by the latter's "carp beating", dodged the grip, and then flew back and forth from where, jumped out of the window, and flew away outside the mountain temple in the blink of an eye.

Stingy.

Miaozhu Dao came back from outside the mountain temple with a letter in his hand.

He flew up with his feet, ran to the door of the house in three or two, handed the letter to Li Zijin, and said, "Brother Zijin, there is your letter!"

"Me?"

Li Zijin opened the letter in disbelief and looked at it, the handwriting was a little unfamiliar.

There are very few people who know themselves at all, and there may be even fewer people who happen to know that they are in Jiguang Mountain in Sangro Prefecture.

Maybe the blind Taoist Xing Shen is one.

The pen is continuous but likes to be restrained when the pen is closed, and almost every word is like a swordsman "hidden edge".

However, after the first line appeared, the boy learned the identity of the person who wrote the letter.

"Brother Li, my son has returned to the palace safely, and this time he successfully won the Twenty-Four Bridges Mingyue Xiao, thanks to the great help of Brother Li. I have reported this to my father.

Father is going to reward you well, but I know that Brother Li Immortal Wind Dao Gu will definitely not care about these things outside his body, so he decisively helped you resign. The one who knows Brother Li is none other than Gong Ziqiu. 'Fusang Rou' is the mantra of the flying sword to send a message to my palace, and I hope that Brother Li will contact more in the future. ”

With "Brother Li", he also called himself "the son of Ben", "returning to the palace, the father of the emperor", and "the general of Fusang Rou".

Even if the person who wrote the letter did not sign the letter and did not directly mention his name, his identity could not be more obvious

Isn't this the palace of His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty?

"Fuso will be soft. The young man silently wrote down the mantra of the flying sword to send a message to the Fuso Palace.

It's just that seeing Gong Ziqian say that he politely rejected the reward that the Fusang Heavenly Son planned to give him for himself, Li Zijin cried and laughed: "Who the hell is the fairy wind bone, your whole family is fairy wind bone, I like things outside my body!"

The mountain temple temple temple Zhu Dao sat aside, did not deliberately come over to read the content of the letter, but quite understand the rules, seeing the young man's reaction so big, he asked curiously: "Brother Zijin, what's wrong with you? What did the letter say?"

Li Zijin folded the letter with a smile and put it away, "It's nothing, it's just a guy who lacks heart, I think everyone else is as lacking in heart and eyes as him, and when I see real money, there will be people who don't like it." ”

Miao Zhudao frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said: "We cultivators, we really don't care about these worldly things, what's so good about gold and silver, so many people have touched and rubbed it, it's dirty and smelly, and it's handy." ”

The smile on the black-shirted young swordsman's face gradually faded, and he remembered something that made people laugh.

He asked softly, "Short, you like to eat sugar gourd and beef pancakes, right?"

The little guy nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking rice, "I like it, of course I like it!"

Li Zijin nodded and said, "Then you know that at the foot of the mountain, sugar gourds and beef roast cakes have to be exchanged for silver, right?"

At the mention of silver, Xiao Xiaomiaozhu couldn't be happy, wrinkled his mouth, and said, "I know, so it's boring." ”

Li Zijin continued: "In fact, in life, everyone is the same as you. It doesn't matter if it's a qi refiner on the mountain, or a layman under the mountain. What we like is not fairy money, nor is it gold and silver. It's just that the things we like have to be exchanged for gold and silver fairy money.

In this world, some people like you, like to eat beef roast cakes and sugar gourds, some people like to drink fine wine and eat big knife meat, some people like to collect calligraphy and paintings, some people like to travel rivers and mountains, some people like swords and swords, some people like night pearls, and some people like to visit Qinglou.

These likes of ours need to be exchanged for gold and silver fairy money. Just like the old brother said, those silver are dirty and smelly, how can anyone really like them. You just need to trade them for what you like. ”

Dao Short listened to a half-understanding, but he seemed to understand.

I've been growing up in the mountain temple since I was a child, and I've seen and touched the silver, spent it, and earned it, but I've never really understood it.

I've seen and visited the mountain, but I haven't really lived under the mountain.

If the king of the mountain will pay the temple on a fixed day every month, so the time when the salary is paid every month is the happiest day for the short road.

The road will close the gate of the mountain temple for a day, go to the most lively market at the bottom of the mountain, buy a lot of sugar gourds and beef baked cakes, eat while shopping, and bring them up the mountain for supper.

Dao Short suddenly asked: "Brother Zijin, although I understand a little bit about what you said about exchanging silver for things you like." But why do we have to do this extra thing, can't we just barter?"

Li Zijin remembered what he had seen in an ancient book that introduced the circulation of currency in secular dynasties.

He smiled and said, "Brother Dao, what you said is good. If you barter directly, it seems that the 'silver' link is really omitted. But in fact, there are so many goods in the world, food, clothing, shelter, transportation, eating, drinking, and merrymaking, manufacturing and repairing tools, weapons, vehicles, and horses······ Millions of goods are counted.

If you want to exchange a string of sugar gourds, what should you exchange for the same value? It is difficult to be precise in the transaction between different goods, and one party will suffer a loss, and the other party will make a small profit. If you can't be accurate, you can't be fair, so it is difficult for people who have suffered losses to agree with this way of trading, and it is difficult for most people to accept such a way of trading.

But currency is different, although the value of goods is different from goods to goods, but the value of money is relatively fair, although it will also depreciate or appreciate with time or situation, but this relatively fair way of trading is more acceptable to most people than bartering directly. To put it simply, the key role of money is to be the 'measuring stick' that helps us understand the value of goods. ”

After Li Zijin finished speaking, he found that Miao Zhudao's eyes were full of gold stars, and the whole person was drowsy, the young man laughed dumbly, got up and walked to the courtyard, stood under the hundred-year-old ginkgo tree, and reached out to catch a golden ginkgo leaf.

He may know the nature of money, but that's not what he wants to hear.

Maybe what I really want to ask is not why we have money.

Rather, is it really correct for us to measure the value of all things in the world by silver?

In this world, it seems that silver can buy everything.

A few taels of broken silver, you can only buy beef roast cakes and sugar gourds.

and with more silver, they may buy chariots, houses, servants, and maidservants.

If you have more, you can buy a small vassal country and a mountain sect.

After being rich enough to rival the country, he was able to buy a cave blessed land.

With a cave blessed land, it is equivalent to buying the sun, moon and stars, spring, summer, autumn and winter with silver.

It's just that to this extent, the way people trade is no longer a few taels of broken silver. They turned into fairy money.

Small full money, frost money, stinging money. There are three kinds of fairy money, one is more expensive than the other. But the essence is still the same.

It seems to shake the world, gold, silver, fairy money, has been circulating for thousands of years.

Everyone agrees on the value of money.

Power, women, squires, territory, it seems that silver can do anything, and everything can be bought.

It seems that as long as it is shaking the world, it has always been like this.

It's always been like that, right?

To put it short, silver is dirty, how can so many people like it?

Actually, it's right to think about it, and it may not be the fault of the silver.

It's the ones we like, it's too expensive.

Unattainable, unattainable.

Think about it, it's still a human problem, you shouldn't like things that are too high.

It's not Fuyao's fault, it's our fault, it's thousands of us, putting these things that were originally close at hand,

Pushed away.

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It has been ten years since the reincarnation of Mo Yanbing, the old sect master of Wind Thunder City.

Fuyao has entered winter again.

In the bitter cold, the world is full of flocculents.

Snowflakes fall in front of every family, regardless of whether they are high or low, regardless of their background, whether they are princes and generals' mansions or wooden houses at the end of the village.

In front of each house, there was snow.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door.

A young sword immortal with a sword behind him, who has been in the dust recently, is like a headless fly in Canggeng Prefecture, bumping around.

When people ask, have any children been born in the family recently?

The people in many places were so frightened that they turned around and went to report to the officials, thinking that the young man was here to rob the child.

Later, after the people from the government came to check, they found that the other party was one of the top ten sects in the world in the territory of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and the ancestor of Wind and Thunder City.

He is also a genius sword immortal who is one of the ten young people in the world, Wen Nian.

This person is the son of the chief swordsmith of Wind Thunder City, and he is loved by thousands of people.

However, such a promising young man has recently done something as if he was planning to rob a child.

The people of the government can't control these mountain immortals, not to mention that the other party is still a sword immortal with amazing killing power, and many officers and soldiers from small places came to check the situation in a hurry, and they all showed the Wind Thunder City token in Wen Nian and left in a hurry after showing their identities.

God knows that it takes a big official to manage these sword immortals.

Anyway, it's not these small officers and soldiers who are busy at the grassroots level all day long with meager salaries.

Previously, Wen Nian was introduced by his father Wen Da Swordsmith to find an old Taoist who was known as the operator of the Guigu God and deduced a hexagram, and the old Taoist calculated that the old sect master Mo Yan would be reincarnated in the next life, and he would still choose to be born in Canggeng Prefecture.

After the old sect master Mo Yan dismissed the army, Wen Nian asked his father Wen Yan several times, but the other party refused to tell him directly, and he was shrouded in clouds and fog, and refused to reveal the truth, which made Wen Nian wonder if he was wrong that day.

But the "induction" in my heart about my mentor Mo Yan is indeed gone.

In order to verify this matter, Wen Nian took the risk of breaking the door rules and broke into the Patriarch's Hall at night, intending to find out.

It wasn't until he saw with his own eyes that the old sect master Mo Yan's everlasting lamp had been extinguished, that he knew that Mo Yan was really the reincarnation of Bingjie.

At that time, there was another person who stayed in the Patriarch Hall of Wind Thunder City, the former Leader of Wind Thunder City, Yang Kaiji, but before the reincarnation of the old Sect Master Mo Yanbing, he had personally promoted Yang Kaiji to the Sect Master of Wind Thunder City.

Although nominally, it was only the position of "temporary" sect master, but everyone present at the time knew it.

The reincarnation of the soldier, the elimination of the physical body, the reincarnation of the soul as a human being, and the road of cultivation will not be less bumpy and twists and turns.

And all kinds of sins and debts from previous lives will not be eliminated with the physical body.

This is related to the gods on the mountain, the most feared and feared word, "cause and effect".

No matter how high the realm is, the monks on the top of the mountain can't escape the threat of these four words. In other words, the higher the realm, the fewer things that can make them feel threatened, especially after successfully surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, there may only be cause and effect and karma, which can pose a substantial threat to these mountain top monks.

Therefore, it is difficult to say whether the old sect master Mo Yanbing will be reincarnated safely and return to Wind Thunder City and regain the position of sect master before the dust settles.

This is also the reason why Yang Kaiji was so reluctant to take over the position of head at the beginning.

The guy who used to be idle and idle suddenly became in a high position overnight, and it can be very unpleasant to say not much, but only the freedom that has been deprived.

As the head of the house, many people are watching every word and deed all the time, and if you can't lead by example, it may be difficult to convince the public.

As one of the top ten sects in the world, Wind Thunder City used to rely almost entirely on the old sect master Mo Yan to support the scene.

Now that Mo Yan is reincarnated, Yang Kaiji, who has taken over the position of the sect master on his behalf, has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

That night, Yang Kaiji, the new sect master of Wind Thunder City, did not stop Wen Nian from breaking into the ancestral hall, but let that old Mo sect master pass it on and saw with his own eyes the scene of his ever-bright lamp having long been extinguished.

In Yang Kaiji's words, "The sooner you accept reality, the sooner you can let go." ”

Naturally, the new sect leader Yang Kaiji did not punish Wen Nian with door rules, after all, in today's world, it is no longer easy to find a sword immortal who values love and righteousness.

Yang Kaiji just said to him earnestly, "People have to look forward, Mo Lao Sect Master Bing Xie is reincarnated, and he has his way to go." And you, Wen Nian, you also have your own way to go. ”

Wen Nian came to a wooden house with a second "roof" piled up by snow.

Under the eaves, the snow was melting, dripping from the corners of the eaves and smashing on the wooden planks at the doorway.

This is the last house in the whole city that he hasn't knocked on the door.

The young sword immortal raised his hand and gently tapped the wooden door twice with his fingers, "Is anyone there?"

The first time there was no answer, he knocked again and continued, "Is anyone home?"

At this moment, the wooden door was gently opened, and a middle-aged man who was extremely impatient appeared, wrapped tightly, with sallow skin, and his hands were full of calluses, rough, and he looked like a farmer.

The farmer opened the door impatiently and asked, "Who, is knocking at the door at this time?"

The realm of the young sword immortal is quite high, and he is no longer disturbed by the severe cold, but the farmer is shivering from the cold winter of Fuyao, and his body is tightly wrapped, but the clothes are not good, and he is a little windy.

So he didn't say a word, he took a breath, and he could see that breath rising in front of him, dissipating, and finally turning into nothingness.

And when the young sword immortal spoke, ha, there was no such scene that belonged to mortals.

Immortals are different, not only in the high and distant places of flying to the sky, the sword and the wind, and immortality.

The difference between immortals and immortals also exists in the spring rain does not stick to the clothes of the immortals, the summer cicadas do not disturb the ears of the immortals, the autumn leaves do not fall on the top of the immortals, and the winter snow does not cover the backs of the immortals.

The difference between immortals and mortals exists in these extremely subtle places, and it is difficult to find them without careful observation.

The young man smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb you, may I ask if there is a happy event in your family recently?"

Previously, Wen Nian directly asked people if there were newborns in their homes, and they were often regarded as abducting children, although the government couldn't control Wen Nian after coming to check, but it was really not good to always trouble people like this.

So Wen Nian has now learned to change his words, from directly asking people if they have had children, to asking if there are any happy events in their families recently.

This sounds more acceptable, and Wen Nian will not be directly regarded as a bad person who abducts children.

However, the farmer looked rather anxious, and said impatiently, "Who are you?"

Is it so wide?

It's just that he didn't say it.

Wen Nian was about to say something more, when suddenly an aunt exclaimed from the back room: "Ouch, Wang Erwa, come quickly, your wife can't hold on!"

Hearing the midwife's exclamation, the farmer no longer had time to care about the young man who came to the door inexplicably, closed the door with a "snap", and rushed to the house.

The young man stood outside the house, first stunned, and then ecstatic in his heart, so he drew a curtain of light with his fingertips.

In the light curtain is the scene in the house.

This move is quite inauthentic, but in a hurry, Wen Nian really can't be considered.

Inside the room, two women and one man.

A woman who was ten months pregnant, with a round belly, sweating profusely, exhausted, sweating and blood mixed with her lower body.

A well-known midwife in the village, who has been doing this business for decades, rarely makes mistakes, has rich experience, and is well-known far and wide.

The man who was left was the farmer, the husband of the woman, who was hardly free on weekdays, and was reluctant to rest.

That is, on the day his wife gave birth, he stayed at home.

In fact, the farmer couldn't help much, even if he stood in the house, even if he stared through the curtain, he could make the woman in the back room who was ten months pregnant feel at ease.

It is said that marrying a chicken with a chicken, marrying a dog with a dog, marrying his own man, regardless of whether he is alive or a nest, the two of them will always sew and mend for three years and three years, countless three years later, decades have passed, that is, Lang Jun, who was not pleasing to the eye at the beginning, will now have a sense of dependence on him, and feel that as long as he is there, the sky will fall, and someone will stand up.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

It's just that the only difference between women and men is that most men will stand up to the sky for women countless times.

But in the world, there is one thing after all, men can't fight for women. That is, this is the only thing that only a woman can fight herself, which can be bigger than that man, who is busy with countless things to resist externally.

The matter is bigger than the sky - giving birth.

Rich and noble families, women are pregnant for ten months, that eat the best meals, the body and bones are expensive, except for the delicate and delicate body that is too weak by nature, most of the women of rich and noble families, giving birth to a child, although it is difficult but not dangerous.

But this small place in the middle of nowhere is far inferior to those young ladies. The two of them can take out the savings of Weibo and invite an experienced midwife, and they are already begging grandpa to tell grandma.

When it comes to food, even if a man doesn't eat or drink, and only works and doesn't eat rice like a wooden man every day, he can't save any ginseng bird's nest for his wife to drink.

Naturally, in poor families, it has become a thrilling and dangerous thing for a woman to give birth to a child, and if you don't deal with it, the child may be gone, or the person is gone, and the more unlucky one may be gone with adults and children.

It's not sensational, this kind of thing is often seen in the backwoods.

Just like the "difference between immortals and mortals", if you don't observe carefully, you naturally can't know.

Between the man and the two women in the inner room, there was a curtain.

The midwife inside was cheering the woman on.

Cliché words.

"Harder, harder. ”

"I'm almost going to be able to see the child's head!"

The man stood outside the curtain, and he was horrified to hear it.

As a parent, for the first time in my life, I have no experience, even if I have heard the neighbors in the village talk thousands of times in advance, but when it really falls on my head, it is impossible to say that I can be calm and calm.

The farmer only hated that he could not bear children for his wife, and that he could not suffer on his wife's behalf.

Crying inside, worrying outside.

The wife is so soft and weak on weekdays, and she can never do rough work in a soft voice, where can she stand the pain of giving birth.

The man's brows furrowed, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, the more anxious he became, and the midwife comforted him inside: "Your man is behind the curtain with you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, hurry up, hold on a little longer!"

With a childish cry.

The man finally couldn't help it, and couldn't care about any rules and regulations anymore, so he rushed behind the curtain, and didn't care about the children, he rushed straight to his wife's side, holding the woman's hand tightly.

"Madame has worked hard. ”

The woman fainted in pain, and when she was half asleep and half awake, she heard a comforting voice, felt warm in her hands, and after being at ease, she fell asleep with peace of mind.

The midwife was neat with her hands and feet, and she took care of the woman's lower body in three or two strokes, kept the child warm, and told the farmer a lot of things.

It is said that after a woman gives birth to a child, she has to lie in bed for enough days, and if the days are not enough, it is easy to fall into the root of the disease when she gets out of bed, and he also says that once the root of the disease falls, she will have to suffer for a lifetime, and taking medicine may not cure it well, not to mention that your family can't afford to consume the medicinal materials.

The man didn't say a word, just kept nodding.

It wasn't until after the midwife had left that he took the first look at the child.

The little guy kept crying, a red face like a pink carving, and his skin could be broken by blowing, and he was very weak.

The farmer smiled rarely, remembering that it was convenient for his wife to negotiate the name of the child earlier.

He smirked and said, "Yang Taxue, your baby is really a precious life." ”

Mrs. said before that according to the pregnancy of ten months, when the child is born, it will be winter.

It's better to name the child Tread the Snow.

The man had never read a book, he was illiterate, and he only said that he listened to his wife's preferences, and the matter was settled.

The young sword immortal outside the house looked at the light curtain stupidly, holding the talisman in his hand.

The talisman is called the Continuation of the Dust Talisman, which means the continuation of the dust of the previous life.

As long as the Dust Continuation Talisman is burned in front of the eyes of the reincarnated person of Bingjie, the reincarnated body of that person can be reincarnated to remember the memories of the past life.

There is no doubt that the child in the house is the reincarnation of the master.

With the eyes of the sword fairy, Wen Nian could see that the baby carried a mysterious master-apprentice relationship between him and himself.

It's just that at the moment, he doesn't plan to use that dust continuation talisman for his master.

If a child who grows up in an ordinary family is burdened with "the sect, the family and the country, and the righteousness" from the day he is born, he will inevitably live too tired.

Wen Nian plans to wait for the child to become an adult, and then burn the dust talisman with the eight characters of Shizun's previous life.

After witnessing the reincarnation of Shizun, the young sword immortal quietly left and made a note of the family.

In the previous life, the master and apprentice protected the apprentice for 20 years.

In this life, let the apprentice replace the master and protect the road for 20 years.

The sword immortal's body turned into sword light and turned into a rainbow and left.

Tread the snow without a trace.