Yan Dynasty forbids cultivating immortals

When Yang Qi came down from the mountain, the first thing he did was mend a piece of clothing, and when he finished mending, he rushed into the storyteller's teahouse at the top of the city, grabbed the old man's beard, and asked him how he made up the storyteller's story .

The storyteller was pulled by his beard as if he was being pulled by his life, he took out a crumpled book from his arms, pointed tremblingly at the bookstore on the street, Yang Qi got the book and walked away, not long after he arrived at the bookstore and kicked the bookstore .

There was a pleasant smell of ink in the bookstore, and the front was the counter, selling some of the Four Treasures of the Study and general bibliographies, and those who wanted to copy books and engrave them to discuss business turned left into the cubicle and waited for the shopkeeper.Yang Qiyang looked at the book in his hand and asked him if it was copied by you. The clerk looked at it for a long time and said with embarrassment that it was not copied by us, it was written by our young master himself.

Yang Qi couldn't help being surprised, wondering if there is an expert hidden in this bookstore?Yang Qi was invited into the cubicle, and the clerk invited the young master over after a while.I saw this tall man was unkempt, sallow and thin, and the background color of his clothes could be seen to be quite glamorous.It's a pity that this person is generally informal, his clothes hang loose on the bone frame without being tied tightly, and he doesn't care if his cuffs are flooded with ink.Seeing Yang Qi sitting inside waiting for him to be polite, he stretched out his hand as stiff and curled as a chicken paw to touch the teacup and drank it all before looking straight at Yang Qi.

Yang Qiyi's thoughts drifted away for a while, seeing this man so free and easy, he couldn't help but think of the old beggar gang leader who passed away.

Not much nonsense, Yang Qi put the book given by the storyteller down in front of everyone, "The guy in your bookstore said that this story was originally written?"

The free and easy "big brother of the beggar gang" scratched his chicken nest, picked up the words with his chicken claws and flipped through the original, then remembered what it was, "I wrote it."

Yang Qi took the book back, "Where did you hear the stories in it?" Anyway, he wouldn't have experienced it himself.

The Young Master probably had too many lice on his body, and he couldn't be at peace for a moment. He scratched left and right, scratched and killed a lice, and Kong Li replied lazily: "Isn't there all in the book?"

Yang Qi could not help but sit up straight, "Which book?"

The young owner was very unhappy, he was writing with great passion, so the buddy pulled him out, and this person was still talking about this and that, not happy at all, the protagonist of his story is now in the book with the [-]th fairy Waiting to enter the port, being interrupted at this critical moment, which judge can bear it?What's more, the author's father who personally spread the brocade quilt and pulled the curtains on the two of them?Can you be in no hurry?

"It's too much!" After saying that, the Young Master pushed the stool and stood up.

Yang Qi went into the backyard with the young master's family. Although the young master's family was in shambles, there was a gust of wind when he walked this section. Yang Qi followed the "swaying and elegant" figure of the man and went straight into a side room. The room was dark and cold. , a small room looking around but full of books, lit with incense against silverfish, cold and dry.In the darkest northwest corner, a table was installed, the oil lamp was still on, and a stack of straw paper was spread out in the middle, and the books on the table were scattered there randomly, all of which were dry with wet ink on the straw paper.

Several large wooden boxes were thrown open on the ground, and Yang Qi took a look and saw the solemn and serious four characters "Six Wonders of Flower Array".

Yang Qi: ...

Yang Qi immediately understood that this young master turned out to be a writer of yellow books.

"That's it, find it yourself."

The Shaodong family pulled out a small path from the pile of books all over the place, and went straight to his "yellow book".

Yang Qi never thought that such accidents could happen in life, so he made a space for himself, and picked up the piles of old papers all over the place with great interest.

It has to be said that the great hermit lives in the city, and the people have their own masters.Although Yang Qi is a martial artist, he can't stand the tenth floor. He is a stinky bookworm and focuses on hunting strange monsters.Because of this, Yang Qi knew that many Yan Dynasty were banned: Bibliographies, one of which was rumored to be written about cultivating the heart method "Taomen Heart Method" was completely banned, and I couldn't find it on the tenth floor. Chun~gong was mixed together, and I felt a sigh of relief.

The pages of the book were already in jeopardy, and they were almost torn. Yang Qi carefully flipped through a few pages. It happened that the young master had just completed a great harmony in life for the fairy boy in the book who cultivated both righteousness and evil. Look at Yang Qi flipping through that useless book, and kindly remind me.

"That's a lie, it's useless."

Yang Qi raised his hand and asked, "Has the Young Master practiced before?"

The Shaodong family didn't feel ashamed in the slightest, and admitted it generously, and scolded Yan Gaozu a few times, "Fucking Long~Yang Duanxiu! Broken the way of cultivating immortals for mortals!"

Yang Qi, who had no choice but to embark on the road of Long-Yang and ran farther and farther, felt a chill in his heart.

"What broken sleeve? You said Gao Zu was broken sleeve?"

Shaodong's family was aroused into anger, and they yelled at Yan Gaozu for being so beautiful that he made his mind faint and the king lost the country. Yang Qi heard him scold the founding emperor of the Yan Dynasty, but he was surrounded by clouds and mountains and mists. How did Xian'e become a Taoist priest? ? ? ? ? ?I heard a fake drama? ? ? ?

The rich vocabulary of Shaodong's family is probably contributed to the career of writing Huang Ben'er, so that there are only a few sour words of cursing back and forth.The grievance that has been unresolved has found an outlet, and seeing Yang Qi's shock, he thought that he had found someone with the same hatred.The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and a wild history was picked out from the pile of old papers.

It's not unofficial history. The tenth floor told him that most of the "Taiping Yulan" is true, and there are more historical materials than the high-sounding whitewashing emperors in Taishige.

Young Master slapped the book in Yang Qi's arms, "Read it for yourself!"

So for the whole afternoon, Yang Qi temporarily put aside the business of coming here, and immersed himself in the tragic love story of Yan Gaozu's unrequited love. I have to say that the story is really well written. After reading it, I felt that these two people were really abusive, and they both bowed bitter tears to Gaozu.Even the emperor has done it but can't catch up with a wife. What's the use of having a fart in this world?I couldn't help but agree with Gaozu's anger and prohibition of cultivating immortals. Asking, how good is it to live in peace and stability, and cultivate Lao Shizi's immortal way?

The sun had already set to the farthest west, and it was about to sink to the bottom of the mountain. The last golden light withdrew from the house. The young master stood up from the chair, stretched his twisted spine, scratched his hair, and his anger almost disappeared. up.The "Taiping Yulan" that Yang Qi had finished watching was put aside.

"See if the founding man is a fool."

Yang Qi nodded half against his will and half sincerely.

"Taiping Yulan" was "biu" and flew into another pile of books, and Shaodong's family lay down on the ground like a mouse, flipping left and right flipping through a pile of forbidden books and Chun~ Palace for a long time, and finally swayed and stomped on it. Pulling out an old thread-bound book from the shelf with a stool, the cover has long since disappeared, and the name is naturally irretrievable.

"This is the book. You said about raising spiders, you found it from this book." The young owner still cherished it when he handed it over, and Yang Qi took it with both hands.

"I have a lot of old books here. In addition to the old collections at home, I have also spent a lot of thought on collecting them privately. Brother, you are welcome to read them, but the court minions have too many eyes and ears. Once you know that I have private collections of forbidden books and bibliographies, you will inevitably be imprisoned." , The treasures collected over the years will definitely be burned, and I hope this brother will keep these books secret for the sake of face. It doesn’t matter if I am alone, my life is worthless, but if something is lost, it will never be found again. "

When the Shaodong family said this, they were lonely and mournful, as if lamenting that the current situation was unstable, the passing years were unfavorable, and the poor people in the world were not happy.

Yang Qiyi didn't expect that a person who couldn't write well-known pornographic books would have such awareness, the room was completely dark and the yellow books couldn't suppress the heroic spirit of this person who continued to learn from the past.

This man flicked his messy hair, shouted loudly in vain, and sang long songs as if to cry, "I don't seek fame and wealth, I seek immortality, I don't love tenderness and sweetness, my heart is for Tao, and it won't last long in the world!"

Yang Qi went out in panic, walking in the night in vain, and was shocked by the folks who were so dedicated to the Tao.

Many years later, when Yang Qi came out of the rivers and lakes again, the world was rejuvenating, and the mountains and rivers were at peace. He and Shen Changliu stopped and walked, and drank a cup when passing by teahouses, and drank a pot when passing by wine shops. To tell a story about a mortal cultivating immortals and finally becoming a great demon, and the story must be three levels inside and three levels outside.

Shen Changliu has always only listened to high mountains, flowing water, sunny spring and white snow, and every time he hears a series of obscene ~ciyan~ language, he will use his skills to plug his ears.Yang Qi also listened to a few paragraphs with great interest, and listened to the outline intermittently. Later, after the harem was closed, it was the same, so he stopped listening.

One day when I walked to the tea stand, I just sat down to order a pot of herbal tea, but I heard a dozen people gathered next to me suddenly howling, and Yang Qi was so frightened that the biscuits in his hand were about to drop. It turned out that the storyteller wanted It's time to talk about the high dynasty.

Yang Qi shook his head. Just as he was about to lower his head to pick it up, he heard that the scholar read out that classic monologue after a long time of preparation.

"I don't seek fame and wealth, I seek immortality and avenues! I don't love tenderness and sweetness. My heart is Tao, and it won't last long in the world!"

The spectators cheered and cheered like crazy, the cows were all over their faces, and the demons danced wildly.

Yang Qiyi was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to many years ago, the writer Huang Ben'er, who was in the wing room with a strange painting style, yelled this sentence in front of him with a breathless voice, and listened to it many years later, things are people No, it's still soul-stirring.

It's just that the loess buried people generation after generation, and there is no way to cultivate Taoism in the world.

The author has something to say: This nerd writer probably came from some male frequency time travel~~~ The Liuqi of Huazhen is a spring so what kind of book~~~

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