S: There may only be one chapter today. ,ybdu At the beginning, it was a little harder to write.
There are so many ideas in my head, but it's hard to write them down.
And the pig's head has a heavy cold...
Taking medicine, my throat is very dry, and my body is very dehydrated...
In March, the shore of Weishui, the ancient city of Weinan, spring snow.
The heavy snow, which was as white as silver and fluffy as a feather, fell one after another, covering the northern half of Weinan City.
Half of the city's snow scene, reckless, green bricks and blue tiles, all covered by a foot of thick snow.
The southern half of the city is just spring, and the stout thousand-year-old peach trees stand in the streets and alleys, revealing their fragrance in the spring sun.
Wild bees and butterflies shuttle back and forth between the stamens, and occasionally a few mischievous swallows skim lightly across the treetops, frightening these butterflies to flutter.
The ancient city, the alleys, the moist moss spread a three-inch thick layer on the quaint brick walls.
The edges of the bluestone strips on the floor of the alley are also covered with mottled moss green marks, and some pedestrians have slid over here, so that the moss marks in many places have been stretched out in long strips.
The alley is located in the middle of the north and south of Weinan City, so the north half of the alley is covered with thick snow, while the south half is bathed in the warm spring light, the bluestone slabs are shining in the sun, and the warm sunlight makes a few wild dogs in the corner of the alley yawn lazily, and can't help but shiver with mottled fur on their bodies.
Yin Xue Ge slanted down in the alley, his lower body lying in the snow, and his upper body bathed in the spring light.
There was a large bloody bump on the back of his head, and a trail of blood was pouring from his shattered skin.
It flowed down his slightly blackened neck to the ground, attracting several large fat flies to circulate around his wounds.
A small bookcase beside him was smashed by someone who stepped on it vigorously, and the paper, ink, pen and inkstone were scattered on the ground indiscriminately.
Several of the most basic law books, such as the civil law and the military law, were torn to shreds, and the pale yellow mulberry paper was like a withered butterfly, lying weakly in the snow.
Where the sun was on the verge of sunshine, a trace of snow melted, and the snow soaked the torn books, and the original shiny ink was stained in a mess, and the books were bound to be unusable.
It was just north of the mansion where he was lying, about a mile away.
There is a clear and melodious music floating.
Weinan City is too guarded.
The third son of the contemporary Weihou, Lin Jingfeng, who is the third son of the contemporary Weihou, is feasting the guests, playing the great music, and appreciating the 10,000-year-old snow plum tree.
It is precisely because Lin Jingfeng appreciates the rare spiritual root of the 10,000-year-old Yipin snow plum tree.
And the snow plum trees can only bloom in full bloom when the snow is falling.
Therefore, the offerings on the Taishou Mansion reversed the time of the day.
Heavy snow was incurred.
In the spring of March, heavy snow fell in the north city of the ancient city of Weinan.
The goose feather snow fell lightly on Yin Xue Ge's lower body, and gradually piled up an inch of snow on his body.
His upper body was bathed in warm sunlight.
Wearing a jacket, his upper body was sunburned and sweaty.
Hot and cold, Yin Xue Ge's body shivered strangely, and after I don't know how long, his body suddenly shivered, he opened his eyes and woke up from his coma.
His eyes were misty and confused.
He shook his head, the back of his head ached, and the blood was thick on his neck, and as he moved, the blood scab did not break, making his skin extremely uncomfortable.
The lower half of his body was frozen like ice, and his numb body seemed to be pricked by countless sharp needles, and the stinging pain had penetrated into the bone marrow.
Yin Xue Ge gasped with difficulty, he slowly moved his arms, and crawled on the ground hard, spending half a quarter of an hour, and finally moved his entire body to the sun.
The spring sun is warm and pure, containing endless life force, but it is not violent and unbearable.
The body that was frozen stiff by the heavy snow gradually had a hint of heat.
The unbearable stinging pain below the waistline gradually dissipated, and Yin Xue Ge groaned, then reached out and pressed the wound on the back of her head.
A bloody lump the size of a baby's fist, a small piece of skin was shattered, and the blood had already covered the back of the head, and the hair was all pasted into a piece.
The palm of his hand accidentally touched the wound, and a sharp pain hit him, and Yin Xuege's eyes turned black, and he almost fell to the ground.
He snorted, pulled himself together, and gritted his teeth to support himself.
His hand accidentally pressed on a three-foot-long bronze Solo stick beside him, a stick the thickness of his wrist, and a trace of blood was still stuck on it, and it was evident that the stick had just died had dealt him a heavy blow from behind, and had brought him down in the alley.
"Oops."
Yin Xue Ge looked at the smashed books, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things on the ground, and he suddenly thought of another important thing.
He reached out and touched it in his arms, and sure enough, the two small ingots in the bag in his arms were gone, and even the Gu Yuan Dan with the monthly share he had just received from Zongxue was gone.
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Two ingots of small ingots and ten taels of sterling silver, which is the entire expenses of his family for a month.
The three Gu Yuan Pills that could nourish the essence and quench the blood and improve the strength were all his cultivation resources for the next month.
Without the assistance of Gu Yuan Dan, the speed of cultivation would be at least more than doubled.
Yin Xue Ge has reached the age of sixteen, and according to the rules of the Yin family, if he is eighteen years old and still unable to reach the power of Baijun, and cannot officially open up the acupoint to connect the aura of the crypt to infuse the body, and meet the requirements of cultivating the Yin family's Yin Feng Technique, everything he can inherit will be deprived.
"Which animal did it?"
Yin Xue Ge roared angrily, he clenched his hands into fists and slammed them to the ground.
The bluestone slabs in Weinan City are all bluesteel bars that have been mined from the deep mountains and have not been destroyed at all after countless years of beating.
This stone is several times harder than steel, and even thousands of years of human traffic cannot leave any traces on it.
Yin Xue Ge was angry and bombarded the ground with all his fists, only to hear the sound of the bones of his fists, the pain pierced his heart, his hands bounced up in pain, he could no longer support his body, and his head fell to the ground heavily.
This heavy blow made him not breathe for a long time, and his brain hurt sharply.
The back of his head hurt so much that he was heartbroken, and Yin Xuege was back and forth, almost fainting without pain.
He endured the severe pain and lay on the ground, gasping with difficulty, slowly inhaling the cold air, and slowly straightening up inch by inch.
"Ouch, isn't this Xuege's little brother, why are you hurt like this?"
Calm but with a little light footsteps came, two street patrol officers wearing black base and red striped official uniforms, with black iron tokens and narrow wind-breaking knives hanging from their waists, walking briskly.
They saw Yin Xuege holding his head and crying out in pain, and hurriedly came to him.
Yin Xue Ge looked at the two and recognized them as his father's subordinates. followed his father to be in charge of the daily security of a main street in Weinan City.
He opened his mouth.
He wanted to speak, but a cold wind penetrated through the wound at the back of his head, and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his whole head, and his eyes went black and fainted.
The two priests were stunned.
At the same time, they reached out to support Yin Xue Ge.
They glanced at each other.
Looking at the broken books and paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the ground, he shook his head lightly and sighed.
The wreckage on the ground is not worth cleaning up.
Even the ink ingots were deliberately kicked into the snow after being trampled on, and at this moment they were already mixed with the snow and water, and they could not be used at all.
The two priests lifted Yin Xue Ge and helped him walk away briskly down the alley.
As he walked, a slightly younger-looking priest turned his head and glanced north.
"The banquet in the high hall is played by Daya music, why should such a big man be difficult for a child" "Silence, don't make trouble for yourself."
The slightly older legal servant scolded in a low voice, he cautiously glanced at the left and right alleys, and subconsciously quickened his pace.
"We are pigs and dogs, and if people want to pinch us, it's just a matter of one sentence.
Xue Ge has been wronged, we all know it, but what can you say, what can you do, what do you dare to do" In the Taishou Mansion of Weinan City, eighteen large chimes were used, and it took one hundred and eight musicians to play the Daya music that had been achieved, and the eighteen large chimes emitted a high-pitched roar, and all kinds of musical instruments echoed in unison, turning into a pale cyan sound visible to the naked eye and rushing straight into the sky, breaking the heavy snow clouds over the northern city.
The dark snow clouds that had been covering the north city for a full day and a night dispersed, and the warm sunlight gently sprinkled down.
The 10,000-year-old snow plum tree that had just been transplanted in the Taishou Mansion was wrapped in spiritual light, and the twelve Taishou Mansion worshippers who were proficient in spring breeze and rain and activated the vitality of the spiritual plant all shot out in unison, and they danced around the snow plum tree in unison, waving the magic fan lightly in their hands.
In all directions, there is a wood cyan aura, which gently pours into the snow plum tree.
Seventy-two bowl-sized blood-colored snow plum blossoms withered at the same time, and abundant vitality was brewing in the snow plum tree, and green plums gradually grew on the withered buds.
Under the concerted efforts of the twelve Taishou Mansions, these plums quickly turned pale yellow, and then gradually covered with a layer of warm, moist red like the heart of a living being.
The long jade body, born like a crown of jade, and a beautiful beard on the chin, lifted Weinan Taishou Lin and laughed, he raised the jade cup in his hand, and greeted the full house of high-ranking friends comfortably and loudly.
"Everyone, everyone, please, please, this 10,000-year-old snow plum is the most nourishing blood and prolonging life."
"Everyone, please share the good fruit with this official, so that you can prolong your life, and you have great elegance and joy, which is really a happy thing in life."
Yin Jiuyou, the head of the Yin family in Weinan City, who was present, looked up to the sky and smiled, and raised the jade cup in his hand with a spring breeze on his face.
"Lord Taishou is really the first elegant person on both sides of the Wei River, appreciating great elegance and music, tasting the fruits of longevity, how happy, how leisurely" He proudly glanced at the guests around him and looked at the guests full of high-ranking friends, all of whom were literati and wealthy families in Weinan City.
Yin Jiuyou, as the head of the Yin family, is also a prominent figure among these high-ranking guests.
He shook the blood-thick wine in his glass and shouted again.
"Such a good day, such a beautiful scenery, such an elegant thing, and please spare no effort to make a song of beautiful snow and plum Fu, which will be the icing on the cake for today's good meeting, and add another point of color."
Lin Jingfeng smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line, and he held his wine glass to the few famous literati and lyricists on both sides of Weishui present.
"Everybody, please, please, please" "If there is a shocking beautiful article published today, the official will not hesitate to spend 100 gold to polish the pen."
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Several famous literati and lyricists wearing cyan robes with whitewashed sleeves changed their voices when they heard this.
They all smiled happily.
Ten taels of silver, which can be used for a family of three to live in abundance for a month; One tael of gold is worth 100 taels of silver, which can feed a family of three for a year.
Hundreds of gold is used to moisten the pen, and it is said that Lin Jingfeng is the most romantic and elegant son under the knee of Wei Hou, which is indeed true.
There is a beautiful maid who picks the bowl-sized three-hearted blood plum and puts it in front of many guests one by one, together with Lin Jingfeng himself, just one person gets a good fruit, once it is taken, it can prolong life for 60 years, just a jiazi.
Heaven and earth have a limit to lifespan.
Ordinary people do not get sick or be robbed.
It's just a thousand years of longevity.
Extend your life for a while, but this temptation is above 100 gold.
That is to say, Lin Jingfeng is willing to be so extravagant, and the snow plum blossoms and bears fruit only once in a thousand years, where can ordinary people see such a spiritual root of heaven and earth The sao lyricists took the wine and drank it all.
Grab the good fruit and eat it slowly and methodically.
Even the pits are gnawed clean.
The benefits of prolonging life are properly and truly falling into the abdomen.
These shabby-dressed literati and gentlemen walked to the Panlong Damo case in the middle of the lobby with suffocated red faces.
Wonderful pen flowers, every word is beautiful.
After eating good fruits and the temptation of heavy money, the literati and scholars were full of talents, and one after another gorgeous articles were struck.
Lin Jingfeng's face was flushed, and he grabbed those superb sprinkled gold snowflake notes full of ink fragrance and read them aloud, like a fascination and madness, completely forgetting where he was.
Outside the lobby, in the corner of the verandah, a middle-aged man in a green coat and a housekeeper uniform stood there with his hands lowered in a low voice.
In his sleeves, two small silver ingots lacking edges and corners were pulling heavily on his sleeves, pulling out a sharp straight line.
The sky was getting darker, and seven pale blue moons rose into the sky from the east.
The seven full moons are all pale and green, but the cyan is also thick and light.
On the blue moon closest to the ground, the palace pavilions can be faintly seen, and all kinds of streamers can be seen galloping in the sky.
The cyan moonlight illuminated the heavens and the earth, illuminated Dongzhou, and also illuminated the deserted mansion of an ancient city in the south of Weishui.
The walls of the courtyard are mottled, and in some places the bricks and tiles have been broken, and it is clear that no one has repaired them for several years.
There was grass growing on the wall, and I don't know what was going on, but the weeds in this house seemed to be a little stronger than the weeds in the yard next door.
A skinny little girl wearing a blue jacket and skirt sat in the courtyard in a daze, but the spring night was not very cold, she sat at the stone table by a well in the courtyard, her head was napping little by little.
This courtyard can be seen to have been once spacious.
At least the front and back of the courtyard, but also with a side yard, there is a two-acre garden behind the house, the main house in the main courtyard is neat and tidy, the side room is also stable, the ground is paved with large green bricks, when the yard was built, it was still hard work, and a sum of silver was smashed.
Although it seems to be withering and withering a little bit now because of its popularity, it still looks like this.
The main courtyard, the main room, and the back into the bedroom.
On the big bed carved by the ebony wood of Venus Fire Pattern, Yin Xue Ge, who had been cleanly groomed, slept there with a frown.
His brow twitched violently, and his body trembled slightly.
The muscles of his body wriggled in a strange flow at a frequency visible to the naked eye, and there seemed to be countless thin air currents swirling under his skin.
His body trembled from time to time, his hands clenched into fists, and his face showed a strange expression of excitement, anger, fear, or depression.
He lay there like a dead man, but his mind was changing like a marquee.
There was a stick on the back of the head, as if a long-sealed house made of clay pots had been smashed into a gap with a stick, and a large number of deposited memories flowed out of the house.
It's like the dust in a 10,000-year-old house, the vast dust swarms out, and it always takes a little time for the outside air to digest and absorb these sudden dusts, and then hide them.
At this moment, in Yin Xue Ge's mind, countless flickering images flowed out, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times from time to time, and a low moan came out of his mouth.
Outside the room, the scrawny girl in Tsing Yi's head suddenly sank, and hit the edges and corners of the stone table with a fierce head.
With a bang, the little girl grinned and wanted to cry, but subconsciously glanced at the room in the main room, covered her red and swollen forehead with both hands, and forcibly did not cry.
She looked left and right blankly, then stood up, walked quickly to the room, and glanced at Yin Xue Ge who was lying on the bed.
Yin Xue Ge took a deep, deep, extremely long breath.
Then he exhaled slowly, slowly, incomparably long.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the thin, shriveled little maid.
He looked at the little maid quietly, and reached out to touch the swollen bag on the back of his head.
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"At home, there are eggs" "No, you changed the last egg for salt the day before yesterday."
The little girl looked at Yin Xue Ge blankly, and her voice was a little dull.
"The last laying hen in the family was also touched the night before yesterday.
So, there won't be eggs at home. ” "Unless you can conjure up silver, chickens are cheap in the spring, one only costs ten cents, and we can buy a hundred, that is, one or two silver."
"Stop, there's no silver left at home."
Yin Xue Ge straightened her upper body with bared teeth, rubbing the back of her head while asking.
"If you have to say, a little, it's a little."
The little girl lowered her head and glanced at Yin Xuege out of the corner of her eye.
"It's a little bit left by Second Uncle Pan and Brother Niu, saying that you should buy two pairs of medicine to eat, and don't leave bruises in your body."
"Buy medicine and eat" Yin Xuege simply walked down from the bed, reached out and rubbed the little girl's long yellow hair.
"We'll be rich in the future."
"I don't want to take medicine now."
"I just want to have an egg, boiled, to scald my wounds.
In this way, the swelling will go down relatively quickly.
"To be continued. “”: