Chapter 640 Self-protection

Chapter 641 Self-preservation

The old monk has changed more than before he left home.

Liang Qu thought.

Before leaving home.

The old monk ate meat, more like some kind of trial, now he has put in some real nature.

I hope he can become a martial saint soon.

Come back to his senses.

"Master, what do you mean by weak?"

Su Guishan was also confused: "South Xinjiang and Beiting have always been the two major opponents of the court. Beiting is strong and the south is treacherous. All kinds of evil creatures emerge in an endless stream, and the soldiers are exhausted to deal with them. How can they be said to be weak?"

"This weakness is not poisonous weakness."

"I'm all ears."

The old monk put down the chopsticks.

"I once traveled to ancient Shu and came to a small village beside the Qingyi River. The villagers spread a rumor that a woman was unlucky for her husband. Less than seven days after their wedding, her husband went into the mountains to collect herbs and fell off a cliff. His old friends hated him.

But I went to see her face and saw that the deceased woman had a beautiful face, high and fleshy cheekbones, a small mouth with even teeth, willow-shaped eyebrows, thick earlobes, and clear eyes. She was clearly a very good face for a prosperous husband."

"Oh?"

Liang Qu and Su Guishan pricked up their ears.

Is there a hidden story?

"After asking in detail, I learned that her husband died because she was unable to do anything after getting married. She was angry and ashamed. She ignored his advice and insisted on going up the mountain to collect herbs to replenish her yang, and eventually fell and died."

Su Guishan was puzzled: "In this case, why did the villagers say that she was a jinx?"

"So she said it was said by the woman herself, and used half a piece of maltose to teach the children in the neighboring village to make up a song and sing it, just to protect herself."

"Self-protection?"

Liang Qu thought about it for a while and understood it vaguely.

There are many troubles in front of a widow's door.

With a beautiful face, a dead husband, and a young age, there must be many people knocking on her door at night.

However, with the "bad luck" of jinxing her husband, people are not so courageous. Before doing anything, they should first consider whether their life is strong enough.

Su Guishan fell into deep thought.

The old monk continued, "I have read all the history books. Before the Dali Dynasty, there was no record of poisonous insects in the south. Tracing back to the origin, this word probably appeared when the Dali Dynasty fell apart and the world was in chaos."

"Tell me more."

"It's just one person's opinion. Just listen to it."

"It's okay."

"I think that at that time, man-made disasters and natural disasters continued. Many people in the north had to move to the southern border to survive in order to avoid disasters, so many people migrated.

People need food to survive. , food had to be planted, whether they were willing or not, when people came, they seized the land of the southern Xinjiang people.

In addition, there were many poisonous miasma and heavy humidity in the south, and the northerners who had just arrived found it difficult to adapt to the harsh local environment and were prone to illness.

The two were related, and the conflict between them became more and more acute. The idea of ​​raising Gu and poisoning became a rhetoric for mutual criticism.

During this period, records of Gu worms emerged in history books, but there was no detailed method of cultivation, which showed that the way of Gu poison had not yet become a reality. "

Su Guishan nodded silently.

The old monk turned the rosary.

"However, northerners are strong, and they are superior and confident in martial arts, commerce, craftsmen, and even fabrics and costumes. They think that southern Xinjiang is crude and barbaric, and raising Gu has become a discrimination and disgust against southern Xinjiang people.

The discriminated southern Xinjiang people, on the one hand, yearn for the strength and prosperity of the north, and on the other hand, want to protect their own interests, so they simply accept the slanderous Gu worm theory to protect themselves.

Just like the women in the village beside the Qingyi River, even if they have a bad reputation for killing their husbands, no one dares to invade them.

In the long run In the past, the theory of poisonous insects became a legend, and the people of Southern Xinjiang could not tell the truth from the false.

The talented martial artists of Southern Xinjiang were influenced by the story since childhood, and gradually tried to combine poisonous insects with martial arts, and explored a unique path by themselves.

Therefore, the history books recorded the theory of poisonous insects hundreds of years earlier than the systematic way of poisonous insects.

For thousands of years, after the martial artists of Southern Xinjiang added bricks and tiles, the way of poisonous insects has become more unique, and the abilities of various poisonous insects should not be underestimated. "

"Master's views are novel."

Su Guishan was refreshed.

This is the first time I heard about the birth of the Southern Xinjiang poisonous insects. It makes sense.

As Liang Qu stretched out his chopsticks to eat the food, he was deeply influenced and let the knowledge flow into his mind.

The old monk passed the imperial examination, worked as a Taoist priest, and then became a monk. He also traveled around the world.

His knowledge and insights are really incomparable to ordinary people.

Halfway through the meal.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Uncle, what's the matter with the blood sacrifice of the people in Southern Xinjiang?"

Su Guishan was surprised: "How did you know?"

"I heard the local governor mention it when I was in Huangzhou, and I just heard the master talking about it, so I wanted to ask."

"You always like to hear secrets, right? If you are caught in the future, you will be tortured. Don't say that I told you."

"Kid, just seek knowledge and make progress."

"Humph." Su Guishan sneered, "The affairs of Southern Xinjiang have nothing to do with the prefectures of Jianghuai. I don't know too much. I just know that Southern Xinjiang wants to create a false god."

"False God?"

Liang Qu was stunned.

What a big name.

It sounds more powerful than the ghost mother.

"I said before that there are only three real dragons in the world, right?"

"I remember, I asked you."

"Only big rivers can produce real dragons. It is the principle of the cycle of life and death, the interaction of land and water, and the violent turbulence of spiritual energy. This is the consensus of the world.

There is a Lu Cang River in southern Xinjiang. It is not big, but not small. It is not a real dragon. However, many local tribes in southern Xinjiang have unexpectedly joined forces this time to try to make up for it from other places and artificially create a fake dragon for the Lu Cang River!

I don't know what the specific tribes should do, but the court attaches great importance to it. There is a big difference between rivers with real dragons and rivers without real dragons.

The real dragon appears, and the entire river seems to be full of life. Natural materials and treasures emerge in endlessly, and a chasm can be created.

Therefore, many new masters were sent to southern Xinjiang. I suspect that there were even secret preparations by martial saints. They probably thought that they were not fooling around and had a chance of success. They needed to take precautions in advance to avoid sneak attacks. "

"What a troubled time."

Liang Qu lamented.

Su Guishan squinted his eyes.

"Why are you sighing? The court is not in a hurry, why do you need to worry about it? If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up.

You are now a great martial artist, and you have advanced Yuan Yuwen's record of being a great martial artist by a whole year and two months. Ghost mothers and false gods have nothing to do with you. "

"Ahem."

Liang Qu coughed in embarrassment, indeed he was a bit sentimental.

Half full from midnight snack.

Soak the bowls and chopsticks in water for Aunt Zhang to clean up tomorrow morning.

Go back to your room and rest.

The next day.

Liang Qu called Uncle Chen and shopkeeper Xiao Chen from the Changchun branch of Yixing Town to go to the fields to inspect this year's breeding harvest.

Today happens to be the beginning of December.

The weather is cold and the ground is covered with frost.

The rice in the rice fields has long been mowed clean and has entered the fallow period. Only a few fields have overwintering black-spotted frogs left. When you walk to the edge of the field ridges, you can clearly see small, dark round holes.

When the two herbal medicine dealers learned that Liang Qu was coming, they led two farmers and hurried over. They almost fell down on the way, but their faces were full of smiles.

The joy was beyond words.

Needless to say.

First time mixing, a big success!

"Sir, look at this year's leech harvest. I've been raising leeches for so many years, and the current batch is absolutely top-notch. I'm confident that after drying, I can get 80% good quality!"

Medicinal material merchants carry wooden barrels and scoop out a handful of this year's harvest.

Dozens of leeches squirmed on the palm, full of vitality.

"Yes, adults, you might as well touch it and weigh it. It's so good and fat. Don't be afraid. Golden-threaded leeches don't suck blood. They eat meat. They like to eat snail meat and don't bite people!"

"Hey, what you said is really biting. Can it bite Master Liang's flesh? Can't it survive?"

The two herbal medicine dealers sang together.