Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 11 Sacrifice to the God Chi Xiao
"Xu Sheng's matter should not be traced to me."

"Besides, I am a chivalrous and righteous person, killing evil spirits, which is the right way in the world. I am not afraid of my shadow being distorted when I am upright."

As the saying goes, "prisoners" like to return to the scene.

Zhang Yuqing was no exception. He pretended to be a passerby, passed by Xu Sheng's house, and took a look inside.

But unfortunately, apart from two Demon Slayer seals sealing the door diagonally, there was nothing else.

Had to give up.

Back at the new house, my sister-in-law has prepared a meal, smoke is rising from the kitchen, and the smell of fireworks is strong.

People can't help but feel that the smoke and fire in the world of mortals is the most soothing to mortal hearts.

My sister-in-law is quiet and delicate, hardworking both inside and outside, and is truly a model of a good wife and mother.

He was very lucky to have met such a brother-in-law.

"Brother-in-law, An'an wants to change her children's school. You have stayed in the inner city academy for a long time, do you know which school is better?" Sister-in-law brought white rice.

Xiao Anan finally had a day's rest.

When he heard the word "private school", his cheerful smile suddenly stopped and he stuck out his tongue like a deflated rubber ball.

"I remember there is a pretty good private school nearby. My husband's surname is Dong. My sister-in-law can go and ask about it tomorrow." Zhang Yuqing took the job and thanked his sister-in-law.

"What about tuition?"

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, it's only about twice as high as in the outer city."

Zhang Yuqing didn't know that money, rice, oil, and salt were expensive, but her sister-in-law was in charge of the family, and every transaction was considered clear.

But for Xiao Anan, she was still willing to spend money.

Just by setting up a family like this, the family's wealth was reduced by nearly half.

It gave her a sense of emptiness and loss.

After dinner, Zhang Yuqing lay on a stone table under the peach tree, scribbling on the rice paper, making it difficult to write.

In fact, I have forgotten most of the content and cannot remember it clearly.

I only remember half a sentence of many poems.

"Forget it, I'm just a vulgar martial artist who writes nonsense articles."

"Zhang has long since abandoned literature and embraced martial arts."

Zhang Yuqing was so eloquent that she chose to leave the rice paper and pen and ink behind.

Practicing martial arts and martial arts is the way to go, while writing books is the job of scholars.

His heart is pure and pure, his consciousness sinks into the chaos and emptiness, the sky is laid out, and a genealogy rises and falls.

In the sky of stars, the jade pond is filled with water, and the golden spring and jade liquid flows.

At the end of the day, five drops of golden spring jade liquid dripped from the jade pool.

Swallowing it into the belly, a huge amount of life essence flows through the veins of the body, strengthening the qi and blood, clouds of smoke billowing, dragons roaring and tigers roaring, just like the legendary dragon bones and tiger fetuses.

"If this continues, I will definitely be able to generate internal energy within half a month."

Zhang Yuqing didn't know what level of spiritual being the Jinquan Jade Liquid belonged to.

I don’t even know its specific function.

But since it is associated with the family tree, it is by no means ordinary.

He decided to stabilize within the next half month. If his inner strength is not generated, he will never let it go.

"I wonder how my elder brother is doing outside the city?"

Thinking of Zhang Yucheng, Zhang Yuqing was inevitably a little worried.

The Shanhaiguan area outside the city is no better than the one inside the city. It is full of dangers and monsters. Even if the eldest brother has become an internal warrior, there is no guarantee that he will be safe and sound.

ah~
The only way to relieve worries is martial arts.

A set of sun-changing sword techniques was cast.

After a life-and-death fight, with the blade stained with blood, Zhang Yuqing found that his sword skills became more and more proficient, and he had the smoothness to follow his heart.

The silver blade flashed past, and the slashing speed became faster and faster.

All you can see is the roaring shadows of swords all over the sky, no longer limited to sword routines.

This is a sign that sword skills are about to be perfected.

....
South of the city!

In a small courtyard, a stream flows, flowers are flying, and the petals fall into the river, causing ripples.

There are bees and butterflies flying, making spring sound.

Zhang Yuqing came in spring, her boots stained with spring mud.

He has a long body and a jade-like figure, with his navy blue Taoist robe flying.

He lightly clicked on the door and said, "I am Zhang Yuqing, paying homage to the old layman."

It is reported that this old layman named Gu is a well-known historian. He once served in Hanyue Mansion and later returned to his former residence in Yuntai to live in seclusion.

Judging from the layout of this courtyard, he should be a rather stylish layman.

"Come in!"

A voice that was rich but not old came.

Zhang Yuqing stepped forward and saw an old man with gray hair and thin body lying on a wicker chair in the courtyard, with wrinkles on his face and lazy eyes.

In front of him, a child with bunted hair was holding a book, shaking his head and reading. A pair of black and white eyes as clear as a lake quietly looked at Zhang Yuqing.

"What do you want from me?" A slit appeared in the corner of the old layman's eyes.

"I heard from the layman Yunshan in the thatched cottage bookstore in the city that the old layman had researched ancient characters, so he came to ask for advice." Zhang Yuqing bowed his hands.

"Yunshan layman? The one named Pei!"

The old layman sat up leisurely, nodded slightly, and looked at Zhang Yuqing again.
"Are you also a Confucian scholar?"

"Previously."

"before?"

"I have abandoned my literary career and embraced martial arts."

A look of irritation suddenly appeared on the old layman's face, and he rolled up his sleeves and scolded, "It's pathetic for a good scholar to practice such vulgar martial arts."

Zhang Yuqing said calmly, "I don't even think about it. It is true that the Yuntai County Academy is too dark, imitating the rule of cliques, corrupting Wen Gang, and reading the books of sages in vain."

"Then why don't you cultivate both civil and military skills?" The old layman pursed his lips, his voice weakened, and he probably understood what Zhang Yuqing said.

“There’s not enough time and I don’t have the energy.”

Zhang Yuqing told the truth.

I don't have enough time to practice martial arts now, so I don't have time to do anything else.

Compared to other warriors, he started much later.

If you don't roll up, even if you have cheats and talents, it will be difficult to win the championship.

"That's all, take out your things." The old layman said angrily.

He stood up and put his hands behind his back, his anger dissipated.

Zhang Yuqing took out the paper with the text on the Shinto Dharma stele and just spread it out, when he saw the old layman getting angry for no apparent reason, blowing his beard and staring.
"I want the original antiquities. What can be learned about some ancient characters?"

Zhang Yuqing was stunned, this old layman was really difficult to maintain.

The ancient Shinto Dharma tablet was obtained from Xu Sheng's secret room and was broken into pieces by him. If someone discovered it and linked it to Xu Sheng's case, it would be detrimental to him.

"Old layman, you may not believe it, but that ancient relic has been lost for a long time."

"Hmph, then go back!"

The old layman rolled his sleeves and snorted coldly, as if he could see through everything.

Then he closed his eyes and lay down, swaying gently on the wicker chair.

"..."

Zhang Yuqing was speechless and just looked at the child with bunted hair.

The child blinked his eyes, as if to say, the Master has always been like this.

With no other choice, Zhang Yuqing had no choice but to go back and forth to his home, put the broken Shinto Dharma stele together, and carried it to the old layman.

Only then did the old layman speak. He held the fragments of the Dharma stele and kept looking at it.
"I command Wuji, the Immortal Lord Chixiao, to control all the fires in the sky!"

"It's a text from the Middle Ages, a stele for worshiping gods." The old layman murmured, his eyes shining brightly, and he asked as if he had found a treasure.
"Where did you get this?"

"Picked it up." Zhang Yuqing responded vaguely.

"Picked it up? Hey, young man, this thing is very evil. I advise you to throw it as far as you can. Otherwise, if it gets entangled, it will lead to self-destruction at the least, and ruin of the family and harm to others and yourself at the worst."

The old layman looked coldly, but he stroked the broken Dharma stele as if he had found a treasure, and treated it with tenderness.

"Businessman, what is the origin of this thing?" Zhang Yuqing asked curiously and doubtfully.

"Hasn't it already told you that it is a monument that can communicate with the true God?" the old layman replied.

"Is it a true god?" Zhang Yuqing was half-aware.

"Not really. Most of the gods in the Middle Ages were barbarian gods and evil gods. They sacrificed human bones, beasts, and demons. They regarded the common people as ants and could not be regarded as true gods."

"Now the Great Yong Dynasty has even more strict regulations on this. They are not allowed to sacrifice these barbarian gods in private. Anyone who violates this will be killed by the nine tribes."

The old layman spoke solemnly, "However, in this world, there are still many ignorant people who worship the barbarian gods, and there are also many evil barbarians who worship evil gods and disrupt our Dayong."

"If you encounter those crazy people, you'd better be careful."

"Also, this thing cannot be shown to others, let alone sacrificed."

"Otherwise, this True Lord Chixiao will come to you through you and regard you as his divine disciple. When the time comes, how will you know that I am not me and he is not him."

Zhang Yuqing solemnly raised his hands and said, "I understand."

His search for clues to the Shinto Dharma Stele was supposed to be the key to unlocking the ancestral treasure.

Now it seems that opening the ancestral treasure is indeed related to these barbarian gods.

"Let me study this thing carefully. True Lord Chixiao is a barbarian god who rarely appears in historical records. Let me see where he comes from." The old layman said again.

Zhang Yuqing was tangled in her heart.

This is stolen goods!

"Don't worry, no one else will know that this thing is with me. I swear in the name of the Confucian sage."

The old layman glanced and said.

These days Confucian sages are no less important than true gods in the minds of scholars.

Zhang Yuqing had no choice but to give up, "Then I'll trouble the old layman."

　Signed, please invest! Are there any kind-hearted Taoist friends who would like to vote for me?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)