The Poor Monk Cultivates a Way

Qi Ze was wrapped in sword energy and flew all the way down. After a long time of incense sticking, he finally saw the land vaguely. Show Xiao Shao's skill of controlling sword energy.

Qi Ze had been prepared for a long time, and rolled forward, ignoring the muddy ground, then stood up, patted the dust, panting slightly. Although Xiao Shao transformed the sword intent of death, his internal organs were damaged after all, if he hadn't opened up several meridians, he would have died a long time ago.

Qi Ze felt a little dizzy in his head, but it wasn't a serious problem, he was in better condition, so he used his eyesight to look around. Xiao Shaojian fled at high speed, he was most afraid that if he passed Ten Thousand Mountains in one day, he would reach some desolate outskirts and ridges.

Qi Ze was lucky, he let out a sigh, and when his vision sense was activated, he saw a county town in the distance, just in time to hide and rest. He did not expect to escape from Xiao Shao's grasp, but it would be nice to have a place to rest for a while.

At this time it was getting late, Qi Ze immediately started to run wildly. After practicing Zen skills and sword art, his physical stamina gradually improved, but he was attacked by the sword intent of Yinshan's deadly sword, and his eight veins still had stagnation and pain. The true energy of Xuanzhen Sword Art slowly moves through the meridians, repairing the wounds.

Qi Ze still divides the true qi of penance into two parts, one is the small non-phase Zen skill stored in the brain palace, and the other is the Xuanzhen sword art. Five-tone Xuanzhen sword art, but it is not as good as fighting demons and killing enemies, it is not as refreshing as Xuanmen swordsmanship.

At this time, Qi Ze ran wildly for a while, and saw that most of the fields on both sides were barren, overgrown with weeds, and no one took care of them. It is reasonable that the output of the land is the foundation of people's livelihood, and good fields will never be abandoned. in this way.

Qi Ze paid attention to the people he met, most of them were disheveled, undernourished, skinny. The county town is not big, it is not small, the gate is not high, and there is a group of soldiers patrolling. Hundreds of people gathered at the gate of the city, most of them were dressed in rags, and they were arguing with the sergeants excitedly.

Qi Ze didn't open his ears, so he approached slightly, and saw that the crowd was excited and everyone was shouting and cursing endlessly, but the sergeants just ignored them lazily, and one of the leaders shouted: "Master Xiancheng has an explanation, it seems that you wait for these mud legs, Never put one in the county! If you continue to make noise, I will anger Lao Tzu and break your legs and feet!"

Qi Ze shook his head secretly, and thought: "It seems that this world is not peaceful. Dayu's vigor is almost exhausted, and wars and disasters are happening everywhere, causing people to be displaced. What a pity!" , and scattered away in a noisy manner.

Fortunately, this county has not yet suffered from war, and the refugees were not allowed to enter the city, but they could not help asking for a living outside the city. Many refugees picked up some twigs and rags outside the city, and set up shabby sheds one by one, with the right to live.

At this time, a group of strong men came out of the city, all of them had big arms and round waists, with swords hanging from their waists, glaring eyes, and glanced randomly among the refugees with their eyes, as if they were looking for something. The leader was a gentle man, wearing a long gown and dressed like a teacher, and shouted: "The master of the Tiger Hall is compassionate, and specially rewards you lowlifes with a meal, as long as they are boys and girls under the age of ten. Everyone can join the church!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a commotion. There are also many children among the refugees, but their mouths are covered by their own adults and they are dragged behind them. Those strong men knew at a glance that they were definitely not good people, how could they hand over their children to their harm?

The sergeant at the head said with a smile: "Brother Wang, these untouchables don't know how to praise, I'm afraid Hall Master Hong's hard work will be in vain!" Wang Xian, the master of Tiger Hall, laughed and said: "It's okay! It's okay!" The man yelled loudly several times, and when he saw that there were no young men and women coming, he sneered and led his men away.

Qi Ze saw that Wang Xian's eyes were flickering when he was leaving, and he glanced at the refugee group several times, and all the children who fell there were children around seven or eight years old. Now that he has realized the first Zen, he only needs a clean place to practice. He didn't want to enter the city at first, but the tiger hall was obviously intended to commit crimes, and it was a matter of human life, so he couldn't help but ignore it.

Qi Ze lived submissively in his previous life, but his chivalrous heart was never extinguished. When he was reborn in this life, he dared not say that he would ignore the injustices of the world. If he ignored the things in front of him, he would not be able to get over it with a heart of Taoism!

He observed for a while, and found that the sergeants only intercepted refugees, but did not restrain dignitaries or well-dressed people, so he straightened his appearance and stepped forward. The last time I experienced a fire in my veins, my eyebrows and hair were all burned away, but now there is a layer of short stubble on the top of my head, which looks very strange.

The patrolling sergeant saw that Qi Ze was dusty, dressed in plain clothes, and only had a weird face, so he wanted to stop shouting, the leader rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to stop him, and made a wink, the soldier understood, and let Qi Ze swagger into the city.

After Qi Ze left, the soldier asked in a low voice: "Boss, why did you let that kid into the city? I think that guy is also a mud leg." The boss slapped him and turned him around. Cursed: "When is it your turn to ask me?"

The soldier made fun of it, but he didn't dare to curse back, so he walked away in despair, and went to curse the refugees again. The boss secretly sneered: "Wang Xian yelled for a long time, and coaxed one to come. It's rare for someone to fall into the trap, but he's a bit older. Let's see if Tiger Hall can make do with it!"

There were still twists and turns in Qi Ze's plan to enter the city, and he didn't want to pass the barrier easily, so he walked slowly all the way. The city is more lively, there are many vendors hawking along the street, compared with the situation of the refugees outside the city, it seems like a world away.

Qi Ze first wanted to find out the reality of the Tiger Hall, but he was afraid that there would be eyes and ears on the street, so he would startle the snake if he revealed his mouth, so he had no choice but to walk along the street and meditate on his own. But he didn't know that his behavior was very much like a country bumpkin who just entered the county, blinded by the prosperity, and looked stunned.

At the corner of the street, there were a few middle-aged and middle-aged men sitting and basking in the sun, when one saw Qi Ze's appearance, he reached out and poked his companion, and licked his mouth. The companion took a look at Qi Ze, immediately regained his energy, smiled, slowly got up, and said in a low voice: "Look at me!" Then he suppressed his smile, pretended to be nonchalant, and leaned against Qi Ze.

Qi Ze is already a cultivator, with light eyes and ears, he has already noticed something different, when he saw a thirteen or fourteen year old boy sneaking up to him, he smiled secretly, pretending not to know, and still walked forward. The young man was dressed in rags, but his eyes were clear. About a few steps away from Qi Ze, his body suddenly softened, pretending to slip, and fell into his arms, saying "Aiya!".