Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 11
Taiyue Mountain, the ancestral land of Taiyue Taoism.

Today, the dynasty is dilapidated, and the three hundred-year-old foundation was destroyed by the Tule court overnight.

At this time, beside the dilapidated Taoist palace, there was still a group of elite Tule wolf soldiers stationed.

You can vaguely see the gorgeous palace, but there are still some traces of swords and axes.

On the walls of some palaces, there are many images of gods, emperors, goddesses, Taoists and Yuanjun depicted on them.

However, when the Tule wolf soldiers entered the palace gate, the resistance of the Taoists stained the immortal murals with a lot of blood.

People in the Immortal Sect, even though they have magical powers, can swallow fire and spit out water.But he is still just a mortal body, and with weapons attached to his body, he is no different from ordinary people.

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The important place of Taiyue Daozong, Zhengyang Hall.

Taoist Qingzhu was sitting on a crabapple wooden chair, with a dozen Taoists standing on both sides, lowering their heads and waiting for the reprimand from Taoist Qingzhu.

"Still haven't found Cang Mu's whereabouts?"

Taoist Qingzhu put down the cup calmly. The celadon-baked tea bowl had a few jade-colored tea leaves floating on it, glowing with cool water.

Several Taoists shook their heads in despair and did not dare to reply.

Even if these Taoists are all practicing Taoism, they can open their own Dharma altars, and can be called ancestors in some small sects, they will never dare to be presumptuous in front of this Taoist in front of them.

Moreover, the body that trembles from time to time also shows the fear of the Taoists.

"The Taiyue Sect's...a fish that slipped through the net!"

Qingzhu used his fingertips to gently scrape off the leaf fragments floating on the tea bowl, and said quietly: "You can't even take down the severely injured and half-wasted Cangmu, so you come back empty-handed. The sect has worked hard to cultivate you useless people. What’s the use?”

"kindness……"

Green bamboo eyes, like emerald green, swept across these Taoists.

thump!
More than a dozen Taoists were paralyzed on the ground, sweating uncontrollably and even soaking their robes.

The cold and murderous intent made the Taoist people's skin tighten, like a real stinging sensation, like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

"Senior brother...Senior brother...please spare your life...that Cangmu is also a real person, and he has a treasure within him. We...we are really no match for Cangmu!"

A person's defense was suddenly shattered, and he crawled to Qingzhu Taoist's feet in a fit of piss, grabbing the ground and begging.

Although they are all young people, it stands to reason that they are also brothers with Taoist Master Changchun.

However, the relationship between senior brothers is sometimes completely different, and the relationship can also be divided into high and low levels.

Not to mention Taoist Qingzhu, one of the seven great masters of Changchun Taoism. His status is lofty and he is extremely honorable. How can he be compared to these small alchemists?

Taoist Qingzhu could crush these little masters to death with just a little finger.

Since the Changchun Taoist Sect originated from the Hu people, everyone in the sect has a trace of the violence unique to the Hu people.

"So, you are resenting the poor Taoist for his unharmonious behavior?"

"Cang Mu... Hehe... The world is competing for dragons. How can it be so easy to survive the relapse of great fortune? Even if Cang Song, the old immortal, wants to bear all the relapse, how can he bear it? Scored a few points.”

Qingzhu sneered and said: "Alas... A real person who has lost his fortune and has half-finished Taoism can escape your arrest... You have really disappointed me!"

Changchun Tao has strict rules and is almost a demonic way.

What is created is absolute authority between top and bottom, which cannot be violated.

"Senior brother...Junior brother is bound to die...Junior brother is bound to die..."

The Taoist saw the deep coldness under Qingzhu's eyelids, and was so frightened that he howled.

Taoist Qingzhu looked at the Taoist's crying, and the coldness in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense until he could no longer restrain it.

"The sect paid a heavy price to let Hu Rile let go and take the opportunity to destroy the Taiyue Sect. You all should know that."

"You guys know better what the Zongmen needs. If you don't get it, what will you and Pindao have to face."

Qingzhu Taoist said slowly: "I don't want to die even if I am a Taoist, so who wants to die?"

"No matter life or death, as long as the true shape of the Five Mountains is mapped, I even want to live!"

Taoist Qingzhu's tone made the Taoists paralyzed on the ground even more frightened.

"what……"

In an instant, wails and miserable howls echoed in the Zhengyang Hall...

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Boom!Boom!Boom!
In the early hours of the morning, at the entrance of Shanghe Village, there was a tight sound of gong beating.

The six elders held a gold and brass gong in one hand and a knocking rod in the other.

The knocking rod was wrapped in bright red cloth, 'Bang!Boom! ’ knocking.

A dozen Turer people, wearing black armor, stood at the entrance of Shanghe Village. The leader of the group, a Turer leader, shouted loudly.

"Quick! Quick! Gather! Hurry up!"

This leader of the Turer people is obviously a rare Turer noble. He wears high boots and short fur clothes. He carries a silver-inlaid scimitar at his waist. The flesh on his face is pulsating, and every move has a murderous look. .

In this atmosphere, the villagers gathered in a hurry like being driven lambs.

The young, old and weak from Shanghe Village gathered at the entrance of the village. Many women subconsciously held their children in their arms and looked uneasily at the sudden arrival of the Tule sergeants.

Xun Shaoyu was also mixed in the crowd, surrounded by his father and brother in this life.

Father Fang had been working hard all year round, and his thin, dark body had been exhausted, but his thin and frail body protected Xun Shaoyu steadily.

Xun Shaoyu was a seven-year-old boy at this time, without any burden of age, quietly laying on Fang's father's arms, his eyes rolling around.

Three older brothers also stood beside Father Fang, like a wall.

Under the rule of the Tule people, the people of the Song Dynasty were like pigs, sheep, and dogs. They were not human-like anyway.

As third- and fourth-class households in the Song Dynasty, people in the Song Dynasty did not have the right to names at all, and most of them were replaced by numerical names.

Therefore, the names of common people are somewhat random.As the name suggests, in this family, 'Fang Jiu' means ninth.

Fang Jiu also had three older brothers who worked in agriculture, a sister who married far away, and several brothers and sisters who died young.

At this moment, Fang's father stretched out his arms to protect Xun Shaoyu. The three elder brothers, Fang Da, Fang San, and Fang Si, stood beside Fang's father, resisting the crowd of villagers.

The six elders bowed their heads and were talking to the Turle nobleman.It is difficult to judge only the opening and closing of the mouth.

After a while, Liu Lao trotted all the way to the villagers.

"Hey...Grandpa Guan...look..."

Liu Lao said to a young Turer man who was old enough to be his son with a smile on his face and wrinkles on his face.

"********"

The young Turer man first looked in the direction of the Turer nobleman, speaking the Turer language, and then nodded.

At the same signal from the Turer nobleman, the young Turer man pulled out a roll of yellow paper from his armor and handed it to the old man's hand.

"Silence! Silence!"

Bang, the Sixth Elder suddenly struck the gong and shouted loudly.

"The imperial court issued a document to capture the traitors and prisoners at sea. Anyone who sees the prisoners will inform the government and be rewarded with [-] coins."

Boom!Liu Lao banged the gong hard and shouted: "Reward [-] coins!"

The so-called jiaozi are coins made by the Tule people. They are oval in shape and hollow in the center, with the reign number of the Wei Ting emperor or the chronicle on them.

It's just that in all dynasties, it was made of copper. Although this dime also contains copper, it only contains a small amount.

The materials used in this coin are mostly made of base metals such as iron and lead mixed with a small amount of copper.It is light in weight, fragile and easy to break. It is not widely circulated in the market and is not recognized by the people.

Because among the Tule people, the great nobles also had the right to mint coins, and the money made by the Wei court was shoddy. The resulting low-quality coins were widely circulated in the market, often with inflated prices, inflation, and the decline of industry and commerce.

Therefore, people generally do not use coins, and would rather barter than use coins.

"Reward [-] coins!"

Liu Lao shouted, banging the gong.

"Look, look, all, this is the imperial prisoner that the court wants to capture, worth [-] dimes."

The Sixth Elder took out the yellow paper he took from the young Tule man, and slowly opened it, revealing a portrait of a person.

"This is a demon...he is treasonous, performs witchcraft and witchcraft, and is wanted by the court. Look at it, look at it...This is only sixteen hundred dimes, a windfall!"

The six elders seemed to be in high spirits, dancing and holding the roll of yellow paper for the villagers to identify one by one.

There are only a dozen or so households in Shanghe Village, so identification is quick.

Almost all the villagers shook their heads, saying that they had never seen this person before.

After all, Shanghe Village only has a small population. Let alone one more person, even a dog standing in Shanghe is particularly eye-catching.

"Grandpa Guan..."

The sixth elder handed the roll of yellow paper back with an old look on his face.

"No?"

The Tule nobleman seemed to have no surprise and said stiffly.

The six elders responded repeatedly: "Yes...yes..."

"Let this roll of yellow paper stay with you... take a look at it frequently. This Taoist is a traitor. Anyone who dares to hide it privately will be considered a treason and the nine clans will be united."

The cold and stern words of the noble Tule made the old man's skinny body become a little stiff.

"What Grandpa Guan said is that we are all good people, how dare we hide the court's felon... dare not... dare not..."

Liu Laoyi was smart and nodded quickly and spoke without hesitation.

"Um……"

The Tule nobleman took a deep look at Liu Lao and exhaled a filthy breath.Wearing cowhide boots, stepping on the grassy valley, looking around.

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At the head of Shanghe Village, the six elders watched these Tule people go away.

The trace of sarcasm in his eyes finally no longer concealed it.

"Six Elders... I heard they are from Taiyue..."

Behind Liu Lao, a dark-skinned man with a solemn face took two steps forward and whispered in the old man's ear.

"Hmph...Yuan Hei clan...it's so special, it's embarrassing for us old Jingyuan people..."

The six elders had a dull look on their face, and it took a long time before they muttered something bitterly.

"Go on, tell me what you should say and what you shouldn't say, and be strict with your mouth. In Shanghe Village, we don't have those eggless wimps..."

"Yes……"

The swarthy man responded in a deep voice, turned around and left.

"Isn't even the Immortal Family of Taiyue Mountain a match for the Tule people?"

The old man stood at the entrance of the village, staring at the Tule people in the distance, I don't know whether it was emotion, or he was sighing: "These days are not as good as pigs and dogs, when will they be tall!"

(End of this chapter)