Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 79
Nanfeng Town.

Sihai Building.

noon.

Several waiters in the shop carried the delicious food left by the customers and distributed it to the beggars nearby.

Huang Ying, with a sword hanging from her waist, stepped out of Sihai Tower and walked through the streets of Nanfeng Town.

There seemed to be more beggars on the street than yesterday.

They were starved of food, listless, and many had fallen ill to the side of the road.

suddenly.

Huang Ying heard the erhu sound that she heard yesterday again.

Looking for the sound, Huang Ying saw under a archway, a blind man in a gray long gown, pulling the strings in his hand.

The blind man didn't face the street, but turned his back to the street, playing the strings by himself, completely intoxicated and selfless.

Huang Ying came to the blind man again, took out a few copper plates from her pocket and threw them on the ground.

"Thank you." The blind man said two words lightly.

Huang Ying turned and left...

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Although Jiuji didn't even eat breakfast, he didn't feel hungry at all. This might be the benefit of practicing.

Picking up the few pennies on the ground, Jiuji went to Sihailou with his blind cane and erhu on his back.

In the lobby of the Sihai Building, Jiuji was led to a corner by the waiter. The cheapest green onion fish, plus a bowl of rice, was Jiuji's daily allowance.

After the meal, when Jiuji went out, he bumped into the little girl who gave him money twice.

Huang Ying glanced unexpectedly at Jiu Ji who walked out of the Four Seas Building with a blind stick in her hand, and then continued to talk to the senior brother beside her, "Senior Brother Liang...is the disaster relief food from the imperial court really coming soon?"

"There are enough grain depots in Linjiang City, coupled with this batch of disaster relief food from the imperial court, it can completely support the people in Linjiang City to survive the winter. In addition, the disaster relief food from the imperial court will continue to be distributed until next year's autumn harvest, until the epidemic spreads. The disasters in seven provinces and six counties are completely over..."

"That would be wonderful."

"Which senior is the food protection team?"

"How do I know this, but since it was sent by Jindu, it must be Yinluo Dachang..."

……

Hearing these news, Jiuji's mouth showed a smile unconsciously, and the Dagan court was still actively doing disaster relief.

But if the grain depot in Linjiang City is really sufficient, why are there so many disaster victims outside Linjiang City who would rather become beggars than come to Nanfeng Town?

Is it because the gruel givers are stingy?
This idea just passed through Jiuji's mind, and then was thrown away by Jiuji.

Relief for disaster victims in the world is beyond his control as a blind man. It is not easy for Jiuji to take care of himself and his family in such troubled times.

Drift with the tide and mess up the world, and be friends with the clouds.

No matter how capable you are, you cannot save this world by yourself.

After finishing lunch, Jiuji once again found a random place on the streets of Nanfeng Town to play the erhu.

Now that Jiuji is playing the erhu while pretending to be a blind person, he is not only feeding Mind-Eye Gu, but also practicing "A Pot of Drunken Moon".

Evening comes.

Jiuji packed up his instruments, left Nanfeng Town with his blind cane, and returned to his small bamboo forest.

The thatched hut in the small bamboo forest was not found, and Jiuji sat in the thatched hut.

You can't lie down and sleep in thatched hut. If you are an ordinary person, you can't sit on the ground day and night.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The sky began to rain lightly.

Big raindrops fell one by one outside the thatched cottage.

Listening to the pattering rain, Jiuji plucked the strings again.

"Raindrops under the thatched cottage, the wind blows in the bamboo forest. The sound of birds is amazing and dreamy, and I don't feel homesick."

hum hum...

The sound of the strings of the erhu and the sound of the pattering rain, mixed together, formed a symphony.

Jiuji is far away from his family, living alone in a bamboo forest and a thatched hut.

In the night rain, an inexplicable loneliness came to my heart, and a new artistic conception was recorded in the strings by him.

A new song accompanied by falling rain—Yeyu in the Caolu was made overnight.

Jiuji rotated a pot of drunken moon, and the flowing true energy was immersed in the artistic conception of night rain in the thatched cottage.

True Qi runs equally smoothly and effortlessly, and runs on its own along with the music.

What surprised Jiuji was that the song "Leaving Hometown" played in Nanfeng Town during the day and the song "Night Rain in the Caolu" played in the bamboo forest tonight, the artistic conception is slightly different, and the meridians where the true energy flows are also slightly different. There are different.

A sixth-rank martial artist has a smooth flow of veins, and a martial artist only needs to practice one martial art to a great degree to achieve it.

This so-called great achievement should be the final result of collecting the strengths of many families, otherwise, how can a single martial art be able to unblock all channels?
When it was about morning...

The night rain had already stopped, and Jiuji, who played the tune all night, didn't feel tired at all.

Mind Eye Gu and Water Breath Gu continuously absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and feed back the aura of heaven and earth to Jiuji.

Jiuji stored the aura of heaven and earth in the dantian to form true qi, and then used the artistic conception to stimulate the true qi to open up the meridians of the whole body and gradually strengthen the body.

This is why the cultivation of Gu masters is similar to that of martial arts masters, and they will all end up in a fairyland.

It's just that according to the history books, although it is difficult for a martial artist to advance to a Martial Immortal, there will be no danger to his life; while for a Gu Master to advance to a Gu Immortal, there will be great danger.

Through the ages.

Only the Empress Xiaogou of the Great Zhou Dynasty can guarantee that Gu Master will definitely advance to Gu Immortal.

During the day, Jiuji played "Leaving Hometown" repeatedly on the streets of Nanfeng Town. At night, Jiuji was immersed in the tune of "Caolu Night Rain" in the bamboo forest near Nanfeng Town.

At about noon every day, Jiuji always received a few copper coins, and the person who gave them was the seventeen or eighteen-year-old female martial artist. When Jiuji got the copper coins, he ordered a plate of the cheapest chopped green onion fish and a Bowl of rice, eat only one meal a day, every day.

Seven or eight days passed in a flash.

Jiuji's gray cloth gown was no different from that of a beggar.

After all, he usually sits on the ground and doesn't change his clothes, but Jiuji's five senses and six senses have become more acute, and there is a powerful explosive power in his body. It is impossible for many warriors to enter his body. With this strength, Jiu Ji would not be overwhelmed by a gang of hooligans in Linjiang City and eventually fall into prison.

Although there are more and more beggars in Nanfeng Town, these victims still maintain a minimum of humanity. Obviously, they can get at least enough food to survive every day through begging, but more and more victims are falling ill.

These victims are far away from their hometowns. They have no food to eat, no clothes to cover their bodies, and no place to shelter from the wind and rain at night. Sooner or later they will fall ill.

When the night was approaching, Jiuji took up the erhu again, and left Nanfeng Town, where beggars were everywhere, with a blind stick, and went to his own small bamboo forest.

"Brother Liang...where are you?"

"Senior Brother Zhou...where are you?"

When Jiuji came to the Tucheng Gate of Nanfeng Town, Jiuji heard a woman's call.

Just listening to the voice, Jiuji knew that this was the female martial artist named Huang Ying.

During these few days, Jiu Ji received copper coins from Huang Ying almost every day.

Although Huang Ying never said a word to Jiuji, and always left after giving a reward of copper coins, Jiuji still knew her name from the conversation with her fellow apprentices.

(End of this chapter)