The oxcart moves very slowly. Langfeng Mountain looks close, but it actually takes a day or two to get to the foot of the mountain. en8.
The swordsman didn't know why Demon Lord Huangquan didn't use Taoism and could fly over in the blink of an eye, but he still had to drive this old bullock cart. It seems that since arriving in Beichuan Continent a few days ago, Demon Lord Huangquan no longer uses Taoism, and even used elixirs to treat Sun Er. The current Demon Lord's aura is invisible, just like an ordinary child, even weaker than ordinary people.
Jianchen drove all night, looking back at the Demon Lord from time to time. Sun Er had curled up in the car and fell asleep. The Demon Lord was still sitting on the edge of the car with her eyes closed and meditating. She was not practicing. I don’t know what she was thinking.
As if feeling Jianchen's uneasy gaze, Yun Qing suddenly said: "Jianchen, when you get to Langfeng Mountain, you can return to the sect."
The swordsman swung down his whip and said nervously: "Yes, your lord, be careful alone."
He didn't dare to pester the Demon Lord with questions. He would do whatever the Demon Lord asked him to do. He felt that the Demon Lord must be able to cope with the great changes in the Beichuan Continent.
Yun Qing smiled gently: "Thank you for your concern."
By dawn, the ox cart had approached the town at the foot of Langfeng Mountain.
This is a very small town, with only fifty households in total. Because the rock quality on the mountain is not good, the digging team has not been here yet. There is a special army responsible for quarrying stones for the emperor. They will open up smooth roads to allow the stones and mountain-opening equipment to pass. Once the roads were opened, the towns naturally prospered, but the common people were still poor, it was just that the rich got richer.
In fact, this place was still very prosperous thousands of years ago. It is said that Emperor Wu invited the famous Moling scholar He Qingqiu from Langfeng Mountain to come out of the mountain, and in one fell swoop he established the country and sealed the territory, achieving great achievements for the ages.
Later, the emperors of Gaya changed from generation to generation, and power became more and more concentrated upwards. The idea that "everyone in the world is a king's ministers" was almost deeply ingrained. The legend of Emperor Wu's request to visit a hermit was also criticized by today's clans.
Emperor Wu was the emperor of Gaya, so He Qingqiu should consciously come out to help, but it was really disrespectful for Emperor Wu to condescend to invite him. The royal clans all believed that honoring He Qingqiu as a feudal lord was not conducive to the integrity of the king and would easily make the world's scholars feel arrogant. Therefore, after his death, he withdrew his title and exposed his body to serve as a warning to the world's scholars.
In this way, Langfeng Mountain became a place of remote mountains and rivers that literati and business travelers could not visit.
Yun Qing felt that it was understandable to start a revolution in a place like this. The roads here were not smooth, the king's power was difficult to control, and the people's customs were fierce, making it easy to cause trouble. Moreover, this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with Langfeng Mountain as a natural barrier to the northwest, and the sea to the southeast, where there are all kinds of strange materials from the distant south wind and the islands.
Sun Er woke up and looked at the unfamiliar scenery around him. Then he remembered that he had left a large field behind yesterday and followed two people of unknown origins to get on the bullock cart. en8.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
When Yun Qing saw that he was awake, she jumped off the bullock cart. She said to Jianchen, "Go back."
"Yes." Jianchen left the ox cart in place and disappeared in a burst of black mist.
Sun Er rubbed his eyes vigorously, stayed there for a long time, and then said, "What did I just see?"
Yun Qing took it upon himself to untie the rope from the bullock cart, then patted the bull's back and whispered, "You can leave too."
The old cow swung its tail with a "moo" sound, lifted its hooves and left the place. Yun Qing had nothing to gain, so he walked empty-handed to a small town not far away.
"My benefactor, wait!" Sun Er quickly followed her and shouted, "Wait for me!"
"Let's go, don't follow me." Yun Qing's figure quickly disappeared in front of him, "Do whatever you think is right but never dared to do."
The next day, a wooden house was built in the corner of the town, and a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old lived alone in it.
Household registration management in various counties is quite strict. Basically, the rule of one small check every three years and one big check every five years is maintained. Whether buying things or building a house, you must have a household registration certificate. Moreover, the current Gaya Dynasty also strictly controls the population movement in various counties. The above will mobilize all the population and officials at intervals to prevent local officials from having monopoly. So the sudden appearance of this wooden house surprised the few dozen households in the town.
No matter how strict the system is, there are loopholes, especially when the executors of the system are a group of losers, these loopholes become more obvious.
A few days ago, a young and beautiful young widow committed suicide because she could not stand the bullying of the soldiers in the town. The soldiers themselves were of low status, so they could never bear the crime of forcing a good woman to death, so they had to bribe the town officials. So that he could escape. This person is dead, how can you hide it? The only option is to find someone else to put her name on.
Nowadays, there are many untouchables, those untouchables who fled because they owed rent, those exiles who have offended the clan, and even fugitive criminals. They all find someone who has no worries and has just died to take their place. From then on, Carefree, so happy. Yun Qing also took advantage of this opportunity. After spending some money, he naturally became a new resident of Langfeng Town.
She has never used Taoism since she arrived in Beichuan Continent.
The words of Demon Lord Qian Yuan kept echoing in her mind and could not stop for a long time - when all the ways are gone, you will know what the way belongs to you.
Yun Qing was a little touched in her heart, but she really couldn't tell how exactly these words touched her. So she thought she would give it a try and keep herself away from all the ways. Will her own things naturally emerge? She asked for the Tao Sin-Suppressing Talisman from Demon Lord Qian Yuan, and used it to temporarily seal her cultivation. Now she can almost be said to be in the weakest period since she started practicing Taoism. It was very dangerous to be discovered by hostile people at this time, so when she left the demonic realm, she took the swordsman with her and used his karma to cover it up.
She has been in the territory of the Gaya Dynasty for several days, and apart from living a more cumbersome life than before, she has gained nothing.
"Little baby, what are you looking at?" An old voice came from the window, and Yun Qing's mind swept away. It was the old man who lived next door.
This old man's name was Zhuang Rusheng. He had obtained a meritorious degree in the past, but his temperament was too upright and he could not join the officialdom. In the end, he was relegated to this place. He had stayed in Langfeng Mountain for several decades and had no children. He originally took care of the young widow as his daughter, but he did not want her to suffer such a misfortune. He had already seen clearly the dirty things among officials. Others didn't know why Yun Qing suddenly appeared, but he quickly thought of the little widow who died not long ago. Presumably the doll lived here under her name.
Yun Qing nodded towards him, smiled quietly and said, "I'm copying scriptures."
Zhuang Rusheng glanced at her words for a while, but his originally kind face suddenly became solemn.
These characters are all in ancient style, with complex strokes and clever structure. The ink on the paper is like a knife carving on stone. Every stroke between the lines is so sharp that it hurts the eyes if you look at it individually. But when you read these words together into a piece, they pour out like a waterfall, continuous, majestic and powerful, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies.
Zhuang Rusheng looked carefully at what she wrote and found that it was a Buddhist scripture that he had never seen before. If he wanted to copy a Buddhist scripture of great mercy and compassion into something like this, it would be really...
"That's a good calligraphy, but it's a pity that it's not like the current calligraphy." Zhuang Rusheng looked at it reluctantly for a while, and then said to Yun Qing.
The meaning of conquest in the words is too strong, and it really shouldn't be written in today's prosperous age.
Yun Qing smiled silently, then turned over a page and wrote bit by bit on the scripture in his hand. The handwriting remained unchanged.
Zhuang Rusheng was amazed in his heart, and suddenly remembered something, so he said to her: "Little baby, I wrote several volumes of books when I was young, and I originally wanted to hide them in famous mountains. But now that I see your words, I feel that they are quite satisfactory. I don't know. Can you help the old man and copy a few volumes for me?"
There is a saying among scholars that they "dedicate books to express their ambitions". They would write books that they chose throughout their lives, and then dedicated them to the emperor of Gaya or the royal clan below the emperor, in order to be appreciated by the nobles. When this old man was young, he must have disdained the idea of selling it to the powerful, so he hid the book he wrote, and now he somehow has the idea to take it out.
"Of course you can." Yun Qing agreed. She didn't have to practice these days, and she was indeed bored.
Zhuang Rusheng sighed: "I have reached this age, little baby, if I die before you finish copying these books, you should show the books to the children in the town instead of dedicating them to the people above. "
Yun Qing smiled and nodded, his expression as calm as deep water, truly as compassionate and indifferent as those great powers written in Buddhist scriptures.
"You have some difficulty with your legs and feet, so I'd better come and get it from you." Yun Qing put down his pen and stood up, then opened the door and went out, carrying books with Zhuang Rusheng several times.
These were all made when he was young. Some are bamboo slips, some are rice paper, and a few scattered pieces are embroidered on silk. Yun Qing walked back and forth several times before moving these books into his wooden house. When leaving, Zhuang Rusheng looked at them like a son for a long time, with tears in his cloudy eyes.
Yun Qing had long since gone without sleep and did not need to sleep. She could read books with her mind at night without even lighting a lamp, so she began to look at these books that had been dusted for many years that night.
This was the first time she understood what the current literati of the Gaya Dynasty were thinking. Zhuang Rusheng seemed to have a good character, but it was a pity that when he was young, he wrote too much about himself and had too few things he dared to do. Even though he was dissatisfied with the darkness of the officialdom, he only complained about himself a few times and had no sharp questions. Even he, a person who could not survive in the officialdom, was like this. It is conceivable that the Gayevan people today have already become the mouthpiece of the emperor.
If anything, Song Liyou was also a scholar of the Gaya Dynasty, but there were only a lot of things he could and dared to do in his time. He is the poet official of Gayaca, the incarnation of Emperor Gaya among the people. People's sentiments can be fed back to Emperor Gaya through him. He can say anything, even point his nose and curse. Today's literati only dare to say what the emperor wants to hear. They have to be careful about their wealth and life at all times. How can they dare to give advice at will
The current Gaya Dynasty may have even banned the system of collecting poems. Emperor Gaya has a firm control over the thoughts and thoughts of the people in this vast land, no less than the saints of humanity. In just a few thousand years, this unprecedentedly large dynasty had reached this point. Yun Qing felt that he had really underestimated the power of human beings to control their compatriots.
"Mr. Xu Wu, now I understand how far-reaching your vision was..."
Yun Qing closed the scroll under the moonlight. The scroll behind her shimmered, and Xu Wutong's figure gradually appeared.
His uncertain figure stood beside Yun Qing. He returned to his hometown after many years, and he didn't expect it to be like this.
His clothes were shabby and his expression was gloomy. He asked in a low voice: "Is there any other way to save it?"
Is there any way to save this dynasty that is declining in its greatness, and save this orthodoxy that he has fought for his whole life...
This was the first time Yun Qing heard a hint of sorrow in his words, and for a moment she didn't know how to reply. Xu Wutong persisted for too long. From the old dynasty to the Gaya Dynasty, from the beginning of the Gaya Dynasty to the end of the Gaya Dynasty, he went through his life, dying for this belief and living for this belief. You can imagine the sadness he felt when he saw that what he insisted on completely collapsed.
Yun Qing looked up at the moon and shook his head indifferently: "Sir, you also know that destiny has come to an end and time has come."