Chapter 641 Self-Preservation
Chapter 641 Self-Preservation
The old monk has changed more than before he left home.
Liang Qu thought.
Before leaving home.
The old monk eating meat was more like an experimental act, but now he has shown some of his true nature.
I hope to become a martial saint soon.
Come back to your senses.
"Master, what does the term 'weak' mean?"
Su Guishan was also confused: "Southern Xinjiang and Northern Court have always been the two major rivals of the imperial court. Northern Court is strong, and the South is treacherous. All kinds of evil creatures emerge in an endless stream, and the soldiers are exhausted from dealing with them. How can they be said to be weak?"
"This weakness is not Gu weakness."
"All ears."
The old monk put down his wooden chopsticks.
"I once traveled to ancient Shu and came to a small village beside the Qingyi River. The villagers said that a woman was unlucky for her husband. Less than seven days after their wedding, her husband went into the mountains to collect herbs and fell off a cliff. He was hated by everyone.
I went to see her face and saw that the woman who had passed away had a pretty face, high and fleshy cheekbones, a small mouth with even teeth, willow-shaped eyebrows, thick earlobes, and clear eyes. She was clearly a very lucky woman for her husband.
"Oh?"
Liang Qu and Su Guishan pricked up their ears.
Have a secret?
"After asking her in detail, I learned that her husband died because she was unable to do what she wanted after marriage. She was angry and ashamed. She ignored her husband's advice and insisted on going up the mountain to collect herbs to replenish her yang, and eventually fell and died."
Su Guishan was puzzled: "If that's the case, why do the villagers say that she is unlucky in marriage?"
"So he falsely claimed that the woman had told the story herself, and used half a piece of maltose to teach the children in the neighboring village to make up a rumor and sing it, just to protect himself."
"Self-protection?"
Liang Qu thought about it for a while and then understood it vaguely.
There is a lot of trouble at the widow's door.
She has a pretty face, her husband has passed away, and she is still very young, so there must be many people knocking on her door at night.
However, if one has the bad luck of bringing down his husband, he or she will not be so courageous. Before taking any action, one should first consider whether one's life is strong enough.
Su Guishan fell into deep thought.
The old monk continued, "I have read all the history books and found that there was no record of poisonous insects in the south before the Dali Dynasty. If we trace the origin, we can see that this word appeared around the time when the Dali Dynasty was falling apart and the world was in chaos."
"Tell me more."
"It's just one person's words, just take it as it is, and don't take it as it is."
"It doesn't matter."
“I think that at that time, there were many natural disasters and man-made disasters. Many people in the north had to move to the southern border to survive in order to avoid disasters, so there were many people migrating.
People need food to make a living, and food must be planted. Whether they are willing or not, when people come, they will seize the land of the people in southern Xinjiang.
In addition, the south is full of poisonous miasma and heavy humidity. Northerners who have just arrived find it difficult to adapt to the harsh environment and are easily sick.
The two are related, and the conflict between them becomes increasingly acute, so the theory of raising insects and poisoning them becomes a ground for mutual attack.
During this period, records of Gu worms gradually appeared in historical books, but there were no detailed methods of cultivation, which shows that the way of Gu poison has not yet become a reality. "
Su Guishan nodded silently.
The old monk turned his rosary beads.
"However, northerners are strong and powerful. They are superior in martial arts, commerce, craftsmen, and even fabrics and fine clothing. They are all confident and think that southern Xinjiang is crude and barbaric. Raising Gu has become a form of discrimination and disgust against southern Xinjiang people.
The discriminated people in southern Xinjiang, on the one hand, yearn for the strength and prosperity of the north, and on the other hand, want to protect their own interests, so they simply accept the slanderous story of the poisonous insects to protect themselves.
Just like the girls in the village beside the Qingyi River, even though they have a bad reputation of bringing bad luck to their husbands, no one dares to violate them.
Over time, the story of poison became a legend, and even the people in southern Xinjiang found it difficult to tell the truth from the false.
The talented Southern Xinjiang martial artist was influenced by his surroundings since childhood, and gradually tried to combine poisonous insects with martial arts, and explored a unique path for himself.
Therefore, the history books recorded the theory of poisonous insects hundreds of years earlier than the systematic method of poisonous insects.
Over the past thousands of years, with the help of Southern Border martial artists, the art of poison has become even more unique, and the abilities of various poisonous insects should not be underestimated."
"The master's insights are novel."
Su Guishan is refreshing.
This is the first time I heard about the origin of the Southern Xinjiang Gu worm. It makes a lot of sense.
While Liang Qu was eating with his chopsticks, he was absorbing the knowledge and letting it flow into his mind.
The old monk passed the imperial examination, worked as a Taoist priest, became a monk again, and traveled around the world. His knowledge and insights are truly unmatched by ordinary people.
Halfway through.
He suddenly remembered something.
"Uncle, what's the matter with the blood sacrifice of the people in Southern Xinjiang?"
Su Guishan was surprised: "How did you know?"
"I heard the local governor mention it when I was in Huangzhou, and I just happened to hear the master talking about it, so I wanted to ask him."
"You always like to hear secrets, don't you? If you are caught in the future, torture them to extract a confession. Don't say that I told you."
"Young man, please seek knowledge and make progress."
"Humph." Su Guishan sneered, "What happens in Southern Xinjiang has nothing to do with the Jianghuai Prefectures. I don't know much, but roughly speaking, Southern Xinjiang wants to create a false god."
"False God?"
Liang Qu was stunned.
What a big name.
It sounds more powerful than the ghost mother.
"I said before that there are only three true dragons in the world, right?"
"I remember, the kid asked."
“Only the great rivers and lakes of the world can produce true dragons. This is the principle that the sun is in the sky, that things are born and die in cycles, that water and land are interacting, and that the spirit is turbulent and violent. This is the consensus of the world.
There is a Lu Cang River in southern Xinjiang. It is not big, but not small either. Logically, no real dragon can come out of it. However, many local clans in southern Xinjiang have unexpectedly joined forces this time, trying to make up for it from other places and artificially create a fake dragon for the Lu Cang River!
I'm not sure what the specific tribes should do, but the imperial court takes it very seriously. There is a huge difference between a river with real dragons and one without.
When the real dragon appears, the whole river seems to be revitalized, natural treasures emerge in endlessly, and a huge chasm can be created.
Therefore, many new masters were sent to the southern border. I suspect that there are even martial saints who are secretly preparing. They probably think that they are not fooling around and have a chance to succeed, so they need to take precautions in advance to avoid sneak attacks. "
"What a troubled time."
Liang Qu lamented.
Su Guishan glanced sideways.
"Why are you sighing, kid? The court is not in a hurry, why do you need to worry about it? If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up.
You are the Grand Master today, and you pushed Yuan Yuwen's Grand Master record forward by more than a year and two months. Ghost Mother, False God, and you have nothing to do with them."
"Cough cough."
Liang Qu coughed awkwardly, which was indeed a bit self-indulgent.
Eat only 30% full for midnight snack.
The dishes and chopsticks were soaked in water for Aunt Zhang to clean up tomorrow morning.
Go back to your room and rest.
The next day.
Liang Qu called Uncle Chen and the shopkeeper Chen from the Changchun branch in Yixing Town to go to the fields to check this year's breeding harvest.
Today is the beginning of December.
The weather was cold and the ground was covered with white frost.
The rice in the rice fields had been harvested long ago and entered the fallow period. Only black-spotted frogs that had overwintered remained in some fields. When you walked to the edge of the field, you could clearly see small, dark round holes.
When the two herbal medicine merchants learned that Liang Qu was coming, they led two farmers and hurried over. They almost fell on the way, but they always had smiles on their faces.
The joy is beyond words.
Needless to say.
First time hybrid, a huge success!
"Look, sir. This year's leeches are a great harvest! I've been raising leeches for many years. This batch is absolutely top quality. I'm confident that 80% of them will be good quality after drying them!"
The herbal medicine dealer carried a wooden bucket and scooped up this year's harvest.
Dozens of leeches were wriggling on my palm, full of vitality.
"Yes, sir, you may as well touch it and weigh it to see how nice and fat it is. Don't be afraid. The golden leech does not suck blood. It eats meat, especially snail meat. It does not bite people!"
“Hey, what you said is really biting. Can it bite Mr. Liang’s flesh? It can’t be eaten to death!”
The two herbal medicine merchants sang the same tune.
(End of this chapter)