The speed of the ox cart was very slow, Langfeng Mountain looked close, but in fact it took a day or two of bumps to get to the foot of the mountain.
The swordsman didn't know why Huangquan Mozun didn't use Taoism, and he could fly over in the blink of an eye, but he still wanted to drive this broken ox cart. It seems that since arriving in the Beichuan Continent a few days ago, Huangquan Mozun no longer used Taoism, and even used elixir to treat Sun Er. The current Mozun has no aura on his body, like an ordinary child, even weaker than ordinary people.
Jianchen drove the car all night, turning his head to look at Mozun from time to time. Sun Er curled up in the car and fell asleep a long time ago, Mozun was still sitting on the side of the car with his eyes closed, and he hadn't cultivated yet, so I don't know what she was thinking.
Seemingly sensing Jianchen's worried gaze, Yun Qing suddenly said: "Jianchen, when you get to Langfeng Mountain, you can go back to the sect."
The swordsman swung his whip down, and said nervously: "Yes, the lord is careful alone."
He didn't dare to pester Mozun to ask around, he would do whatever Mozun asked him to do, he felt that Mozun must have the ability to deal with the great changes in Beichuan Continent.
Yun Qing smiled gently: "Thank you for your concern."
By daybreak, the ox cart had already approached the town at the foot of Langfeng Mountain.
This is a very small town with no more than fifty families in total. Because the stone quality on the mountain is not good, the team digging the mountain has not been here yet. There is a special army responsible for the quarrying of the emperor, and they will open a smooth road so that the stone and the equipment for opening the mountain can pass through. As soon as the roads are opened, the towns will naturally prosper, but the common people are still generally poor, it's just that the rich get richer.
In fact, thousands of years ago, this place was still very prosperous. It is said that Emperor Wu invited He Qingqiu, a famous scholar from Moling, from Langfeng Mountain to come out of the mountain.
Later, the Gaya emperor changed from generation to generation, and the power was more and more concentrated upwards. The idea of "everyone in the world is a king" is almost deeply rooted.
Emperor Wu is in the position of Emperor Gaya, He Qingqiu should consciously come out to assist him, but it is really disrespectful for Emperor Wu to condescend to invite him. The royal clan all thought that respecting He Qingqiu as Marquis of Fengjiang was not conducive to the righteousness of the king, and would easily make the world's scholars feel arrogant, so they withdrew his title after his death and exposed his bones to warn the world's scholars.
In this way, Langfeng Mountain has become a place where literati and business travelers do not come.
Yun Qing felt that it was justifiable to choose such a place for a revolution to start. The roads here are not smooth, Wang Wei is difficult to capture, and the people are fierce, so it is really easy to cause trouble. Moreover, this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with Langfeng Mountain as a natural barrier in the northwest, and the sea in the southeast, where there are all kinds of strange materials from the far south wind and the islands.
Sun Er woke up, looked at the strange scenery around him, and then remembered that he left a large field yesterday, and followed two people of unknown origin into the bullock cart.
It really feels like a lifetime away.
Seeing that he was awake, Yun Qing jumped off the bullock cart, she said to Jian Chen: "Go back."
"Yes." The swordsman left the bullock cart where it was, and it instantly disappeared into a puff of black mist.
Sun Er rubbed his eyes vigorously, stayed there for a long time, and then said: "What did I see just now?"
Yun Qing untied the rope from the bullock cart by himself, then patted the bull's back, and said softly, "You can go too."
The old cow flicked its tail with a "moo", and left the place as soon as it lifted its hoof. Yun Qing didn't have any belongings, so she just walked to the small town not far away empty-handed.
"Engong, 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 everything 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.
The household registration management in each county is quite strict, and basically maintains the rule of a small inspection every three years and a big inspection every five years. Whether it is shopping or building a house, you must have a household registration certificate. Moreover, the current Gaya dynasty also strictly controls the movement of people in various counties and counties. The above will mobilize all the people and officials at regular intervals to prevent local officials from monopolizing power. So the sudden appearance of this wooden house surprised only a few dozen families in the town.
No matter how strict the system is, there are loopholes, especially when the executors of the system are a group of poor and rich, these loopholes become more obvious.
A few days ago, a beautiful young widow committed suicide because she couldn't bear the bullying of the town's soldiers. The soldiers themselves were of low status, so they couldn't bear the charge of killing a good woman, so they had to bribe the town officials. So that he escaped unharmed. This person is dead, how to hide it? The only way is to find another black household to put her name on it.
There are so many black households now, those untouchables who ran away due to rent, as well as those exiles who offended the clan, and even the fugitive murderers, they all find someone who has no care and has just died to replace them. Carefree, very happy. Yun Qing also took advantage of this opportunity, and after paying some money, she became a new resident of Langfeng Town as a matter of course.
She has never used Taoism since she arrived in Beichuan mainland.
The words of Qianyuan Mozun have been echoing in her mind for a long time without stopping - when all the Dao is gone, you will know what is your Dao.
Yun Qing's heart was touched, but she really couldn't tell where the words touched her. So she thought to try it out, keep herself away from all the Tao, will things that belong to her emerge naturally? She asked for the Dao Sin Sin Talisman from Qianyuan Mozun, and temporarily used this to seal her cultivation. Now she can almost be said to be in the weakest period since she practiced Taoism. It is very dangerous to be discovered by hostile people at such a time, so when she left the Demon Realm, she took the swordsman with her to cover up his karma.
She has been in the territory of the Gaya Dynasty for several days, and besides living a more complicated life than before, she has nothing else to gain.
"Little baby, what are you looking at?" An old voice came from the window, Yun Qing glanced at it, it was the old man living next door.
The old man's name is Zhuang Rusheng. He had obtained a high degree of fame in the past, but his temper was too upright, and he couldn't be mixed in the officialdom, so he was relegated to such a place in the end. He stayed in Langfeng Mountain for several decades and had no son or daughter under his knees. He originally took care of the little widow as his daughter, but he didn't want her to suffer such a disaster. He had seen clearly the nasty things among officials. Others didn't know why Yun Qing appeared suddenly, but he quickly thought of the little widow who died not long ago. Presumably this baby lived here under her name.
Yun Qing nodded to him, smiled quietly and said, "I'm copying scriptures."
Zhuang Rusheng looked at her writing for a while, but his originally kind face suddenly became solemn.
These characters are all in ancient style, with complicated strokes and ingenious structure. The ink on the paper is like a knife carved on a stone. Every stroke between the lines is sharp and piercing, and a single one looks so painful that people's eyes hurt. However, when these words are combined into one article, they pour out like a waterfall, continuous and magnificent, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.
Zhuang Rusheng carefully read what she wrote, and found that it was a Buddhist scripture that he had never seen before. If he wanted to copy the Buddhist scriptures of great mercy and compassion like this, it would be really...
"That's a good word, but it's a pity that it doesn't look like the current word." Zhuang Rusheng looked at it reluctantly for a while, and then said to Yun Qing.
The meaning of conquest is too strong in the words, and it really shouldn't be written in today's prosperous age.
Yun Qing smiled silently, then turned a page and wrote the scriptures in her hand bit by bit, the handwriting remained unchanged.
Zhuang Rusheng was amazed in his heart, and suddenly remembered something, so he said to her: "Little baby, when I was young, I wrote several volumes. I originally wanted to hide famous mountains, but now I see the word you, but I think it suits me. I don't know. Can you help the old man and copy some volumes for me?"
There is a saying among scholars that "offer books to express their ambitions". They write books they have chosen throughout their lives, and then dedicate them to the emperor 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 to give back to the powerful, so he hid the book he wrote, and now he has the idea of taking it out somehow.
"Of course." Yun Qing replied straight away. She doesn't need to practice these days, and she is really bored.
Zhuang Rusheng sighed: "I have also reached this age, little boy, if I die before you finish copying these books, you can show the books to the children in the town, don't dedicate it to the people above. "
Yun Qing nodded with a smile, her expression was as calm as deep water, really as compassionate and indifferent as the powerful ones written in Buddhist scriptures.
"Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so let me pick it up from you." Yun Qing put down her pen and got up, then opened the door and went out, carrying books several times with Zhuang Rusheng.
These are all written by him when he was young, some are bamboo slips, some are made of rice paper, and some sporadic ones are embroidered on silk. Yun Qing walked back and forth several times before moving these books into her wooden house. When parting, Zhuang Rusheng looked at them for a long time as if he was looking at his son, with tears in his cloudy eyes.
Yun Qing had already been fasted, she didn't need to sleep, and she didn't even need to turn on the lamp to read with her mind at night, so she began to examine these books that had been dusty for many years that night.
This is the first time she understands what the literati of the Gaya Dynasty are thinking today. Zhuang Rusheng seems to have a good character, but it is a pity that when he was young, he wrote too much self-feeling and dared to do too little. Even if he was dissatisfied with the darkness of the officialdom, he only complained a few words without any sharp doubts, even for a person who couldn't get along in the officialdom. It is conceivable that today's Gayaman has already become the mouthpiece of the emperor.
If you insist, Song Liyou was also a literati in the Gaya Dynasty, but there were many things he could and dared to do in that era. He is the official Gaya poet, the incarnation of the emperor Gaya among the people, through whom people can feed back to the emperor Gaya. Today's literati only dare to say what the emperor is willing to listen to. They have to be careful of their own wealth and life at all times, so how dare they speak casually
The current Gaya Dynasty may even have banned the system of collecting poems. The Emperor Gaya firmly controls the thoughts and thoughts of the people in this vast land, and he is no less than a human saint. This huge and unprecedented dynasty has come to this point in just a few thousand years, and Yun Qing feels that she really underestimated the power of human beings to control their compatriots.
"Mr. Xu Wu, I only now understand how far-sighted you were back then..."
Yun Qing closed the scroll under the moonlight, the scroll behind her shimmered, and Xu Wutong's figure gradually emerged.
Standing next to Yun Qing with his indeterminate figure, he returned to his homeland after so many years.
His clothes were poor, his expression was gloomy, and 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 greatness, and save this orthodox lineage that he has fought for all his life...
It was the first time for Yun Qing to hear a hint of mourning in his words, and she didn't know how to reply for a while. Xu Wutong has persisted for too long, from the old dynasty to the Gaya dynasty, from the establishment of the Gaya dynasty to the end of the Gaya dynasty, he has gone through his life, dying for this belief and living for this belief. When he saw that what he insisted on completely collapsed, one can imagine the pain.
Yun Qing looked up at the moon, and shook her head indifferently: "Sir, you also know that the destiny has come to an end, and the time has come."