In the spring of March, on the shore of the Wei River, in the ancient city of Weinan, there is spring snow.
Snow as white as silver and as fluffy as feathers fell one after another, covering the northern half of Weinan City. Half of the city is covered in snow, with vast green bricks and green tiles, all covered by a foot-thick snow.
Spring is in full bloom in the southern half of the city, and thick, gnarled thousand-year-old peach trees stand in the streets and alleys, exuding their fragrance in the spring sun. Crazy bees and butterflies flew back and forth between the flower stamens. Occasionally, a few naughty young swallows flew lightly across the treetops, scaring the bees and butterflies into flying around.
In the ancient city and alleys, moist moss has spread a three-inch thick layer on the simple brick walls. The edges of the bluestone strips on the alley floor are also covered with mottled green marks of moss. A pedestrian slipped and fell here, so long moss marks appeared in many places.
The alley is located exactly in the middle of the north and south parts of Weinan City, so the northern half of the alley is covered with thick snow, while the southern half is bathed in the warm spring light. The bluestone slabs are shining in the sun. The warm daylight The light made several wild dogs in the corner of the alley yawn lazily and shiver uncontrollably with their mottled fur.
Yin Xuuge leaned sideways in the alley. His lower body was lying in the snow, while his upper body was bathed in the spring light. There was a big swollen blood pimple on the back of his head. A trace of blood flowed from the broken skin and flowed down the slightly blackened neck to the ground, attracting several fat flies to circle around his wound. .
A small book box next to him was trampled to pieces with great force, and the paper, ink, pen and inkstone were scattered on the ground randomly.
Several basic law books such as "Civil Code" and "Military Code" were torn to pieces, and the light yellow mulberry paper lay feebly in the snow like withered butterflies. Near the sun, a trace of snow melted, and the snow water soaked into the broken books. The originally shiny ink stains were stained and messy. These books were bound to be unusable.
Just over a mile to the north of the mansion where he was lying, the melodious "Dayale" of Qing Yue floated over.
Lin Jingfeng, the Grand Administrator of Weinan City, the third son of the contemporary Weihou, and a fifth-rank Sanshi Yunqi Dharma Guard, was banqueting guests, playing "Dayale Music", and admiring the ten thousand-year-old snow plum tree. It was precisely because Lin Jingfeng admired the rare spiritual plant of the Ten Thousand Years Snow Plum Tree, and the Wannian Snow Plum Tree could only bloom in full bloom during the heavy snowfall season, so the offerings at the Prefecture's mansion reversed the course of time and caused It snowed heavily.
In March, there was heavy snowfall in the Beicheng District of Weinan Ancient City.
The goose-feather snow fell lightly on Yin Xuege's lower body, and an inch-thick snow gradually piled up on his body. However, his upper body was bathed in the warm sunshine, and he was sweating from the sun. He was wearing a jacket shirt.
The heat and cold shook each other, and Yin Xuuge's body shivered strangely. After an unknown amount of time, his body suddenly shivered. He opened his eyes and woke up from his coma.
His eyes were blurred and confused. He shook his head, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a thick layer of blood on his neck. As he moved, the blood scabs continued to break, making his skin extremely uncomfortable.
The lower body was as cold as ice, and the numb body felt as if it had been stabbed randomly by countless sharp long needles, and the stinging pain had penetrated into the bone marrow. Yin Xuege panted hard. He slowly moved his arms and crawled hard on the ground. It took him half an hour to finally move his entire body into the sun.
The spring sunshine 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 began to feel warm. The unbearable stinging below the waistline gradually dissipated, Yin Xuege groaned, and then stretched out his hand to press the wound on the back of his head. There was a blood pimple the size of a baby's fist, and a small piece of skin was broken. The blood had already covered the back of the head with a thick layer, and the hair was completely mushy.
The palm of his hand accidentally touched the wound, and a sharp pain hit him. Yin Xuuge's vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground. He groaned, braced himself, gritted his teeth and tried to hold himself up.
His hand accidentally pressed on a three-foot-long copper Thoreau stick next to him. It was as thick as his wrist, and there was a trace of blood on it. It was obvious that the stick had killed him from behind. He gave him a heavy blow and knocked him down in the alley.
"Oops." Yin Xuege looked at the shattered books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the ground. He suddenly thought of another important thing. He reached into his arms and touched it, and sure enough, the two small ingots in his pockets were missing, along with this month's share of Guyuan Dan that he had just received from Zongxue.
Two ingots of small ingots and twelve ounces of pure silver were all the expenses of his family for a month. The three Solid Yuan Pills, which can nourish essence, temper blood, and enhance physical strength, are all his cultivation resources for the next month.
Without the assistance of Guyuan Dan, the speed of cultivation would be at least doubled. Yin Xuuge is already sixteen years old. According to the rules of the Yin family, if he cannot reach the hundredth level of strength by the age of eighteen, he will not be able to officially open acupoints to draw spiritual energy from the underground acupoints to fill his body, which is enough to practice the Yin family's "Yin Feng Jue" According to the requirements of the Introductory Chapter, everything he can inherit will be deprived of him.
"Which animal did this?" Yin Xuege roared angrily. He clenched his fists with both hands and punched the ground hard.
The bluestone slabs in Weinan City are all 'green steel bars' quarried from deep mountains and have been beaten for countless years without any damage. This kind of stone is several times harder than steel, and even thousands of years of people and vehicles can't leave any trace on it.
In anger, Yin Xuuge hit the ground with all his strength with both fists. He only heard a banging sound from the bones of his fists. The pain was heartbreaking. His hands jumped up in pain. He could no longer hold up his body. His head was heavy. Fell to the ground.
This heavy blow left him unable to catch his breath for a long time. His forehead hurt sharply, and the back of his head hurt so much that he almost fainted from the pain. He endured the severe pain and lay on the ground, breathing hard, slowly sucking in the cold air, and slowly straightened his body inch by inch.
"Ouch? Isn't this little brother Xue Ge? Why are you injured like this?"
The sound of steady but somewhat light footsteps came from two police patrolmen wearing black uniforms with red stripes, black iron tokens and narrow wind-breaking knives hanging from their waists. Come step by step. They saw Yin Xuege holding his head and whining in pain, and hurriedly came to him.
Yin Xuuge looked at the two men and recognized them as his father's subordinates. He was responsible for the daily security of a main street in Weinan City with his father. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a cold wind penetrated from the wound on the back of his head. He felt a sudden sharp pain in his whole head, and his vision went black and he fainted.
The two court servants were stunned. They reached out to support Yin Xuege at the same time. They looked at each other, then looked at the broken books and paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the ground. They shook their heads gently and sighed.
There is no value in cleaning up these broken things on the ground. Even the ink ingots were trampled to pieces and deliberately kicked into the snow. At this moment, they were mixed with snow and water and could not be used at all. The two court servants lifted Yin Xuuge and helped him leave quickly along the alley.
As they walked, a young-looking priest turned his head and glanced north.
"The guests were entertained in the high hall, and the song "Dayale Music" was played. Why should such a big man have to deal with a child?"
"Silence, don't cause trouble for yourself."
The slightly older priest gave a low scolding. He cautiously glanced at the entrances of the alleys to the left and right, and subconsciously quickened his pace.
"We are like pigs and dogs. If someone wants to tease us, it's just a matter of words. We all know that Xue Ge has been wronged, but what can you say? What can you do? What... do you dare to do?"
In the Weinan City Prefecture, eighteen large chimes were used, and the "Dayale Music" performed by one hundred and eight musicians had reached its climax. The eighteen large chimes emitted a high-pitched roar, and various musical instruments echoed in unison. It turned into a light cyan sound wave visible to the naked eye and shot straight into the sky, shattering the thick snow clouds above Beicheng.
The black snow clouds that had blocked the North City for a whole day and night dispersed, and the warm sunshine shone down gently.
The ten-thousand-year-old snow plum tree in the Taishou Mansion that had just been successfully transplanted was wrapped in a spiritual light. Twelve worshipers of the Taishou Mansion who were proficient in transforming spring breeze into rain and activating the vitality of spiritual plants all took action. They danced around the snowy plum tree, holding magic fans in their hands. Waving lightly.
Wood-green spiritual energy came from all directions, pouring gently into the snowy plum tree.
Seventy-two bowl-sized blood-colored snow plum blossoms withered at the same time. Abundant vitality was brewing in the snow plum tree, and cyan plums gradually grew on the withered buds. Under the concerted efforts of the twelve prefects, these plums quickly turned into light yellow, and then gradually became covered with a warm, moist red color, like the heart of a living being.
Lin Jingfeng, the prefect of Weinan, who was as tall as a jade, with a face like a crown jade, and a beautiful beard on his chin, laughed "haha". He raised the jade cup in his hand and greeted the guests in the seat loudly and happily.
"Everyone, everyone, please, please, these 'Three-Hearted Blood Plums' made from ten thousand-year-old snow plums can best nourish your blood and prolong your life."
"Everyone, please share the good results with me. You can extend your life by a decade, and you can listen to "Dayale Music". It is really a happy event in life."
Yin Jiuyou, the head of the Yin family in Weinan City who was present here, looked up to the sky and smiled, raising the jade cup in his hand with a spring breeze on his face.
"The prefect is indeed the most elegant person on both sides of the Wei River. How happy and carefree is it to enjoy the "Dayale Music" and taste the longevity fruit?"
He proudly glanced at the guests around him - they were full of distinguished guests, all of whom were literati and wealthy family owners in Weinan City. As the head of the Yin family, Yin Jiuyou is also a standout among these distinguished guests. He swung the wine in the glass, which was as thick and mellow as blood, and shouted again.
"With such a good time, such beautiful scenery, and such an elegant event, I would like you all to spare no effort in your talents and compose a song called "Yipin Snow Plum Ode" to add a little more color to today's wonderful gathering."
Lin Jingfeng smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a thin line. He raised his wine glass and gestured to several famous literati and poets on both sides of the Wei River.
"Everyone, please, please, please!"
"If a stunning and beautiful article comes out today, I will spare no expense to polish it."
Several famous literati and poets wearing blue long robes, whose skirts and sleeves were washed white, changed their expressions when they heard this, and they all showed happy smiles.
Twelve taels of silver can feed a family of three for a month; one tael of gold is worth a hundred taels of silver and can feed a family of three for a year. After spending a lot of money to polish his pen, everyone said that Lin Jingfeng was the most elegant and elegant son of the Marquis of Wei, and this statement is indeed true.
A beautiful maid picked three-heart plums the size of a bowl and placed them one by one in front of many guests. Lin Jingfeng and himself happened to get a good fruit. Once consumed, one can extend one's life by sixty years, exactly one year.
There is a limit to the lifespan of human beings born in heaven and earth. If ordinary people do not get sick or suffer disasters, they can only live for a thousand years. The temptation to extend one's life by a decade is worth more than a hundred gold. That is to say, Lin Jingfeng is willing to be so extravagant. The snow plum blossoms only bloom and bear fruit once every thousand years. How can ordinary people see such spiritual roots of heaven and earth
The poets and poets all drank the wine in one gulp, grabbed the fruits and ate them slowly, even chewing the cores cleanly.
The benefits of extending life for a period of sixty years were fully and surely settled in their stomachs. Only then did these shabby literati walk to the Panlong ink table in the middle of the hall with their faces flushed from holding back.
The wonderful pens produced flowers, the words were exquisite, the good fruits were eaten, and there was the temptation of large sums of money. The literati and elegant scholars were full of ideas, and they wrote one after another gorgeous articles with colorful flowers. Lin Jingfeng's face turned red as he grabbed the top-quality gold-dusted snowflake paper that was full of ink fragrance and read loudly. He was so intoxicated and crazy that he completely forgot where he was.
Outside the lobby, in the corner of the verandah, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and a butler's uniform stood there with his hands lowered in a low voice.
In his sleeves, two small silver ingots that lacked edges were pulling heavily on his sleeves, pulling out a sharp straight line.
The sky gradually darkened, and the seven-round green moon rose into the sky from the east. The seven full moons are all green in color, but the blue color can also be thick or light. On the green moon closest to the ground, palaces and pavilions can be faintly seen, and all kinds of colorful lights can be seen galloping back and forth in the sky.
The cyan moonlight illuminated the sky and the earth, illuminated Dongzhou, and also illuminated the deserted houses of an ancient city south of the Weishui River.
The courtyard wall is mottled, and the bricks and tiles are broken in some places. It is obvious that no one has repaired it for several years. Grass about ten feet high grew on the wall. I don’t know why, but the weeds in this house seemed to be stronger than the weeds in the yard next door.
A skinny little girl wearing a blue coat and skirt was sitting blankly in the yard. It was not very cold in the spring night. She was sitting at a stone table next to a well in the yard, her head moving little by little. Dozing off.
It can be seen that this courtyard was once luxurious.
At least there is a courtyard with front and rear access, and a side courtyard. There is also a two-acre garden behind the house. The main house in the main courtyard is neatly arranged, and the side rooms and wing rooms are also in good order. The ground is paved with large water-milled blue bricks. , when we built this yard, we still put in a lot of effort and spent a lot of money on it.
Although it seems to have withered a little now because of its less popularity, it still looks like that.
The main courtyard, main room, and the bedroom behind.
On the large bed decorated with Venus fire-patterned ebony wood, Yin Xuuge, who was fully groomed, slept there with a frown on his face.
His brows were beating violently, and his body was trembling slightly. The muscles on his body were moving weirdly at a frequency visible to the naked eye, and there seemed to be countless thin airflows 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 as if dead, but in his mind a revolving door of figures was changing.
He was hit with a stick on the back of his head, as if a house made of earthen jars that had been covered in dust for a long time had been cracked open with a stick, and a large amount of accumulated memories in the house flowed out. Just like the dust in a thousand-year-old house, vast amounts of dust swarm out. It always takes a while for the outside air to digest and absorb these sudden dusts, and then hide them.
At this moment, countless flashing images flowed out of Yin Xuege's mind. The corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and a low moan came out of his mouth.
The skinny girl in green clothes outside the room suddenly dropped her head, and hit her head hard on the edge of the stone table.
With a 'boom' sound, the little girl opened her mouth and wanted to cry, but she subconsciously glanced at the main room, covered her red and swollen forehead with both hands, and tried not to cry. She looked around blankly, then stood up, walked quickly to the room, and glanced at Yin Xuuge who was lying on the bed.
Yin Xuege took a deep, deep, and extremely long breath.
Then he slowly, slowly, took an extremely long breath.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the skinny, shriveled little maid.
He looked at the little maid quietly and reached out to touch the swelling on the back of his head that had not gone away.
"Are there any eggs at home?"
"No, you changed the salt for the last egg the day before yesterday."
The little girl looked at Yin Xuuge blankly, and her voice sounded a little dull.
"The last egg-laying hen in the house was touched and taken away the night before yesterday. Therefore, there will be no eggs in the house."
"Unless you can get some silver, chickens are cheap in the spring. They only cost ten cents each. We can buy a hundred of them, which is one tael of silver."
"Stop, there is no money left at home."
Yin Xuuge stood up with a grin on his face, rubbing the back of his head while asking questions.
"I have to say, a little bit, but a little bit."
The little girl lowered her head and glanced at Yin Xuuge from the corner of her eye.
"It's some scraps left by Uncle Pan and Brother Niu. They said they wanted you to buy two sets of medicine and take them to avoid leaving bruises in your body."
"Buying medicine?"
Yin Xuuge simply walked off the bed and stretched out his hand to rub the little girl's long, dull hair.
"We will be very rich in the future."
"I don't want to take medicine now."
"I just want to have an egg, boiled, to burn the wound. It will reduce the swelling faster."
Maybe only one chapter today.
At the beginning, it was a little more difficult to write. Although I have countless ideas in my mind, it is difficult to write them down.
And Zhutou has a serious cold. . .
Taking medicine, my throat is very dry and my body is severely dehydrated. . .
(End of chapter)