Chapter 428 Festival (I)

"The gap is huge, much bigger than you think." Hu Ping replied seriously: "There is a threshold for becoming a martial artist, and only one person can emerge from a hundred people.

However, in martial arts training, it is difficult for one among a thousand martial arts masters to reach the threshold of being a master at a young age. And there is only one person in ten thousand who can break through this threshold...

A grandmaster has the deepest understanding of a certain martial arts, reaching the level of innovating from the old, creating his own martial arts, and establishing a sect.

You have to know that there is a gap between martial arts master and grandmaster. The gap here refers to the essential gap in strength.

Even if a martial artist practices his martial arts to the limit and trains himself to the highest level, it will only be his strength.

A grandmaster, no matter how weak he is, the essence of his power has been further sublimated and is called true strength.

A martial artist trying to fight against a master is as ridiculous as an ordinary person holding a firewood stick and trying to burn those demons and monsters to death. No matter how many martial arts masters face the Grandmaster, they will only make the Grandmaster spend more effort. "

"Strength? True strength? What is the difference between the two and how to divide them?" Han Yi thought for a while and asked.

He had known the gap between a grandmaster and a martial artist before, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

After becoming a master, the power within the body undergoes transformation and is called true energy, or true energy.

They both mean the same thing, just have different names.

"There are no specific standards here, we can only make a simple distinction." Hu Ping shook his head and said: "For example, the strength that our martial arts masters practice is like the virtual fire in the internal organs, which is invisible, intangible, and ethereal.

So what the master cultivates is the Samadhi True Fire, which is said to be only recorded in myths and stories. It not only has a substantial form, but can also be displayed in a substantial way, and its power is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. This is the gap. "

Han Yi nodded and roughly understood Hu Ping's metaphor. It was actually very simple. The power with substantial material existence would inevitably be more powerful than the invisible and colorless power of strength.

"By the way, how far are you from being a Grandmaster?" He suddenly asked.

"I...the gap is still..." Hu Ping frowned, "Are you trying to trick me?"

"No, curious, just curious." Han Yi smiled, quickly took out a small box from his feet, and changed the topic, "I found something good for you, take it."

Hu Ping took it, a boxy black box, inconspicuous, but quite exquisite.

When he opened it, he saw that there was a yellow cloth on the bottom and a cream-yellow jade plaque inside.

The finest jade exudes a faint brilliance, and its tentacles are as warm as a warm pillow.

"It's not bad!" Hu Ping picked it up carefully and looked back and forth carefully, "It's from the last dynasty? Judging from the clear color of the jade, it should be hundreds of years old."

"Yes, I know you like this kind of thing, so I left it specially for you." Han Yi smiled.

Having common interests is another important reason why he and Hu Ping can chat together.

It's just that he collects antiques and antiques in order to find Yin Qi.

Hu Ping, on the other hand, truly has this hobby.

But no matter what, this common hobby makes the two of them feel that they are attracted to each other, and they have one more common topic.

"You still have some conscience." Hu Ping nodded with satisfaction. He took out a small cyan porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it away, "Last time, according to your request, there were ten poison pills specially made with special ingredients, which can be stored for half a year.

When storing, be sure to store it in a ventilated and cool place, away from direct sunlight. "

He gave a few final words of caution.

"Okay." Han Yi quickly put it in his pocket, "I owe you a favor. This antique is not as valuable as the poison refined by Mr. Hu himself."

"Okay, don't be pretentious here." Hu Ping stood up, "I don't care why you need these extremely poisonous things, but if you want to do something shameful... I don't know you!"

"Don't worry." Han Yi comforted, "I use this for myself."

"For myself? Do you think I'm stupid?" Hu Ping rolled his eyes, "You spend so much time refining poison just to poison yourself?"

Han Yi smiled and said nothing, no longer explaining.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll leave first." Hu Ping looked at the timer on the first floor of the restaurant.

On the first floor of the restaurant, there was a burst of noise.

There was a singer playing the pipa, and there was a silver plate in front of her, waiting for various gold and silver coins to be rewarded.

There are warriors who eat huge chunks of meat, drink heavily, and brag and spank constantly.

At the entrance of the restaurant, there were also caravans coming in and out, holding signs that read, 'Taizhou Lujia Salt Shop is recruiting martial artists. The reward is a hundred gold for a round trip, but you can pay half of it in advance.'

"Oh, I'm so envious...freedom..." He sighed.

"Brother Hu, you want to stay here?" Han Yi stood next to Hu Ping and said casually, "I can make the decision and leave you a courtyard in Jingming Town. How about it?"

"Okay, then I'll bother Brother Han." Hu Ping smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Han Yi was stunned. He just said it casually and was just polite...

"Okay, do you think you are the only one who is thick-skinned..." Hu Ping took advantage of this moment to move his feet and disappeared.

"No, I mean it sincerely..." Han Yi looked at Hu Ping's figure retreating on the street, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He is now the inspector of this area, and it is easy to win a courtyard...

Let alone one set, even if it's ten or eight sets, it's no big deal.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, a light cough sounded in his ear.

Han Yi turned around and saw that the old man in the "Qingfeng Restaurant" was followed by several people, staring at him with unfriendly faces.

At this time, he reacted.

I'm afraid that the waiter of this restaurant saw Hu Ping leaving from the window and was afraid that he would also escape the bill in this way.

After all, for a martial artist, the height of a mere two-story building, even if he did nothing and jumped down, he would not be injured...

"Okay, okay, I'll pay the bill." Han Yi shook his head.

This Hu Ping, who hasn't seen him for a few days, is really thick-skinned...

......

......

"Come on, the incense burner is tilted here, a little to the left... Then, yes, yes, yes, paste the blessing statue well..."

Early in the morning, Yang Du, the chief steward of the Inspection House, ordered his servants to get busy.

This is a unique festival in Qiyun Mountain, the "Mountain-Going Festival", which is usually held before the end of the year.

Most of the people in the Qiyun Mountain area used to be hunters who made a living by hunting wild beasts and monsters in Qiyun Mountain.

The Mountain Hunting Festival is to pray for the abundance of prey in the mountains in the coming year and to avoid danger.

Although most people no longer go into the mountains to hunt, their identities have changed, and they work in the mines for a living, but this festival has been passed down and has been held.

The content of the festival has now become a pure sacrifice to ancestors and auspiciousness.

Of course, wealthy families may have more tricks, but they are just grand and ceremonial.

For ordinary people, the most intuitive feeling is that they have free time, can take a holiday to rest, and go out to buy and sell supplies.

According to regulations, starting from the "Mountain Hunting Festival", all work in the industries in the Qiyun Mountain area will gradually stop, leaving only some people on duty.

This is also a rare vacation time for ordinary people throughout the year.

Everyone took out the money they had saved for a year and went to the market to buy New Year's goods and various necessities for the New Year.

Of course, this time is also the happiest time for children.

On weekdays, there are all kinds of rare gadgets, such as colorful candies with colors, and delicate palm-sized figures that move when you press a switch...

These things, parents and elders will only spend money to buy a few when the Chinese New Year is approaching.

Han Yi stood at the door of the mansion, smiling as he watched Yang Du and the others busy.

The streets were bustling with cars and horses, and the voices of people were bustling. The small vendors were shouting constantly, and the aroma of various honey, candy and meat was floating in the wind.

The noisy crowd made the biting cold wind bring a touch of spring.

I don’t know why, Han Yi looked at this scene and felt particularly comfortable. Everything seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye.

Maybe it was because of the festival. After all, it was a holiday, and his duties as an inspector were also much easier.

"Mr. Han, it's your turn." Yang Du held a thick sacrificial incense stick in his hand and handed it to Han Yi respectfully.

Han Yi took it, took it easily, and inserted it neatly into the heavy and huge incense burner with a brass luster.

Immediately, he picked up the kindling inserted on one side and gently rubbed the incense head.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Time passed little by little, and the people around dared not breathe, and all slowed down their breathing.

A moment later, white smoke as thick as chopsticks floated in the center of the incense burner.

The white smoke was straight and vertical to the blue sky, and a faint fragrance also diffused, refreshing the heart.

This is a unique custom of the "Ganshan Festival". Sacrificial incense is held outdoors. The straighter the smoke and the more it does not disperse, the better the effect of the sacrifice, and the more it is protected by the ancestors.

Of course, Han Yi knew that the incense used in these sacrifices was made of special materials. It would not be blown away by the wind or extinguished by the rain. It would be strange if the effect was not good.

"Good, good, good, next year will definitely be good weather and good harvest..."

"Not bad, it's all thanks to Han Xuncha's young and promising governance..."

Some people around took the opportunity to come forward and flatter Han Yi.

Everyone looked and saw that it was none other than Qu Qiao from Xuanwu Hall.

Zhu Haishan and Luo Meiwei stood aside and couldn't help cursing in their hearts.

This guy only looked honest on the surface, but in fact, he was really full of tricks.

After the incense stick was burned, it meant that this year's work was over and the "Mountain-Going Festival" officially began. This also meant that from today on, it was officially time for the holiday.

Han Yi also spoke immediately, said a few polite words, made some polite remarks, summarized the gains and losses of this year, made a budget plan for next year, and then let everyone disperse.

Before leaving, the three hall masters inevitably came to invite him to dinner and drinks.

Han Yi decisively refused. What a joke, it's so hard to have time to relax and be quiet, why don't you take the time to practice and do some useless things?

He has been the inspector for half a year, and everyone basically understands his way of dealing with people. Seeing that they can't persuade him, they dispersed.

When he returned to the inner courtyard of the inspection house, he had time to deal with his own affairs.