The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 128 173, 174. Daily life in the Song Dynasty, surveying to the west, elixir (please subscribe)

In the mourning hall, the coffins were gradually closed, and the night watchman sat in front of the door wearing mourning clothes.

The paper money was burned by the flames and scattered all over the sky as the night wind blew.

Gray, quiet, and the sound of wind leaves blend together, like a requiem that makes all the glitz fade away.

Death is always something that life cannot escape and has to face.

No matter how brilliant a person is or how earth-shattering they have done, they are no different from ordinary people when facing death.

Everyone is mortal.

The cats and dogs in the countryside will meet, the masters in the prefecture and Zhoucheng will meet, and the relatives around you will also.

Tonight, the young lady will naturally keep vigil.

Song Cheng didn't leave either.

He sat in front of a large Xuanwu cauldron burning with flames and threw paper money into it.

Because of the belief in Xuanwu Temple and Song Cheng's several deliberate appearances to kill ghost servants, the texture of "Xuanwu" began to increase and began to appear everywhere. People generally believed that "Xuanwu Emperor" could ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings.

After the war, people cultivated their health and encouraged fertility, which made the shrinking land of Dashan become more popular.

With more people, Xuanwu Temple becomes more and more lively.

The aloof Xuanwu Emperor also became more and more sacred.

But Emperor Xuanwu could not bring Mrs. Zhushan back to life, nor could he even extend her life by one yuan.

The young lady watched Song Cheng throw the paper money, looked at it for a while, then sat over and leaned her head on her man's shoulder.

Although she has medical skills and is pampered, time has left some traces on the young lady's face.

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, the young lady took the initiative to speak. First she asked some questions about cultivation, and then she talked about her son.

"Xiao An is also a troubled kid, but last month he got married to Lingxue. From now on, Lingxue will take care of him. I feel more relieved."

Song Cheng responded softly.

Although Song An's qualifications are average, with his father and his family background, he is only sixteen years old now and already has both civil and military skills.

Wen can command an army, and a thousand cavalry can defeat ten thousand.

Wu Ze has reached the perfection of Huang Level B, which is also the form state. Now he is breaking through the Qi state.

But for people like Tong Niangzi and Sister An, their progress has been much slower because of their busy schedules. Now they are stuck at the entrance of the Qi Realm, which was forced up by Song Cheng in various ways.

It is worth mentioning that Ying'er has entered the Qi realm, and she retreats every day like a martial arts idiot.

But Ling'er, as a soul refiner, has no connection with the Qi Realm.

The virgin girl nestled in the man's arms.

Endless memories are coming.

So much so that it's just silence and quiet most of the time.

Seven days later.

Mrs. Zhushan's coffin was buried.

After everyone returned to An Mansion, the mansion returned to its normal state.

Everyone was busy. Song An, the eldest son of the Song Dynasty, went out to practice martial arts. He was dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse. He attended small gatherings of this family and flirted with the little girl of that family. He was surrounded by stars like a moon. It was his wife. Zhao Lingxue was quietly learning to tame animals at home.

The young lady ran to her daughter-in-law and stayed with her.

The former Zhushan Temple had long been completely annexed by Yinguihui and became part of it.

The deputy leader of the Yin Gui Society, the Four Protectors, began to take charge of the situation.

The young lady took a break and was forced to practice martial arts by Song Cheng.

But she was bored alone, so she went to find her daughter-in-law.

Zhao Lingxue is very filial and has a good relationship with her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Seeing the crisp autumn air today, Zhao Lingxue said: "Mother-in-law, the Yiyi Studio in the Imperial City has newly woven silk and satin this year. It is light and clear, as thin as cicada wings. It is said to be cicada gauze. Do you want to take a look?"

The young lady agreed wholeheartedly.

So, there were escorts and chariots carrying the two people out of the Song Dynasty palace.

After ordering clothes at Yiyi Zhai, the two of them returned. When passing by a "Tianxian Building", they heard the hustle and bustle upstairs. The young lady vaguely heard a familiar voice upstairs, so she opened the car curtain and looked through the open door. She looked through the window and saw nothing, but the voice in the room was clearly her son.

Song An's voice was mixed in the noise full of wild and unrestrained sounds. There were men and women. From time to time, a few cooing words such as "Brother Song" and "General Song" would flash out.

The young lady frowned and wanted to get out of the car, but Zhao Lingxue gently pulled her sleeves.

"Mother-in-law, my husband wants to save face."

The young lady then lowered the curtain angrily.

She grew up in poverty, but what was the difference between her son's behavior and the powerful people she once hated the most?

That night

Song An knelt in the lobby, and the young lady took a bamboo stick and looked at him angrily.

Mother and son have been chatting for a long time.

And Song An also explained everything he had done recently.

At this time, Song An chuckled and argued: "Mom, those little ladies are all voluntary, and my son has grown up, so he wants you and dad to have grandchildren as soon as possible."

"Then you can't bring disaster to half of the courtesans in the entire imperial capital! And you promised to take them as concubines?" The young lady trembled angrily, "It's not that I look down on other courtesans, but how could you do this? !”

Just as he was talking, a woman in Jin clothes suddenly walked in outside the door, as fast as the wind, as quietly as a fallen leaf, and she looked like a ghost.

This is Xiaoqing, Tong Niangzi's maid.

However, in the arena, Xiaoqing's identity is Yue Beiqing, the "Master of Chickweed Palace".

Fanlu Palace is a subordinate force of the Yingui Society. It is both good and evil. It may not be a big deal in the imperial capital, but in Chongzhou, south of Jiangnan, it is almost a force that can cover the sky with one hand in the world.

Yue Beiqing is naturally a legendary figure in the world.

But such a legendary figure is just a maid and guard of Tong Niangzi, and her strength is in the pseudo-Xuan realm.

The reason why this woman is willing to be a guard for Tong Niangzi is just for the blessing of "Xuanwu Emperor", in order to be able to take another step in the Qi realm and step into the pseudo-Xuan realm.

If one can increase his life span by three decades, anyone can put down his dignity, kneel down, and serve his master.

What's more, Tong Niangzi is very good to people.

The moment she was blessed by Xuanwu Emperor, Yue Qingbei had already understood the terrifying identity of the King of Song, so she was willing to hide her name and be the maid of the Emperor's wife.

Not only because the name of the Emperor cannot be violated, but also because she wanted to see if she could remove the word "fake" from "fake Xuanjing" in a place closer to the Emperor.

Just now, Tong Jia asked her to search Song An's room to see if there was anything filthy or insulting to the family.

Yue Beiqing went.

For a legendary palace master, searching a house is like killing a chicken with a dragon-slaying knife.

Yue Beiqing opened several secret small mechanisms in a few seconds and took out the things inside.

At this time, Xiaoqing came to Tong Niangzi, handed over the searched things, and said respectfully: "Madam, this is found in the young master's room."

Song An was immediately panicked, and he stood up rudely and tried to snatch the things back.

But Xiaoqing just shook her body and avoided Song An's snatch, and then handed a small box in her hand to Tong Jia.

Tong Jia glared at Song An fiercely.

"Kneel down!"

Song An saw that he couldn't grab it, so he yelled, "Mom, can I still have a little secret of my own?"

"Secret?" Tong Niangzi opened the box and saw that it was full of sachets.

Each sachet was made of gold and jade, and was extremely delicate.

Slightly opened, inside were various tokens of love.

Tong Niangzi read the names one by one.

Some of these names she knew, some she didn't know.

But with Xiao Qing around, her doubts could always be answered in time.

After looking around, Tong Niangzi was completely numb.

All these tokens of love belonged to the powerful ladies of this family and that family in the imperial city, and even to the declining royal families of Ji and Yan.

And the total number was sixteen.

Madam Tong squinted at her son and said, "Song An, you are great. You have flirted with more than ten courtesans outside and said you want to take them as concubines. There are also sixteen young ladies here who have made love and said they want to marry them home in a formal way."

She looked up, took a deep breath to calm down, and said, "The Song family has really made progress!"

Then she looked at Song An fiercely and said, "Why doesn't your father have the ability of you?"

Song An saw that his mother was very angry and hurriedly said, "Mom, take a breath. It's all a joke."

"A joke?"

Madam Tong grabbed the bamboo stick and raised her hand to hit him.

Song An laughed and said, "Mom, it's useless. It won't hurt if you hit me."

He was handsome, and now he was tall and strong. His muscles were compressed in his body, with smooth lines and strong explosive power. At this time, he was smiling evilly, and he had some of the charm of a young genius. If he smiled at any girl and hooked his finger outside like this, the girl would probably call him "brother, brother".

Seeing her son like this, Tong Niangzi almost fainted with anger. When she thought that her son was only sixteen years old and was playing with women like this outside, she was almost going crazy.

"Kneel down!!"

"Okay, listen to me."

"You wait!!"

Seeing that she couldn't subdue her son, Tong Niangzi said something harsh and hurried out to find Song Cheng.

Song Cheng was playing with the "town".

Now, even though ten years have passed, he is still stuck at the level of "Xuan Grade B", just because "Xuan Grade A" requires "Four Evil Lands". This forced him to continue to promote the "Canal Plan".

He felt very ironic.

Before, Shengtian Buddha was working on the "Canal".

The "Canal" is not only related to expelling ghosts into the sea, but also to the "Four Evil Lands".

Rather than letting the "Four Evil Lands" form by themselves, it is better to control it manually.

Now that he is in power, he still lets "the former Arhat who once conquered demons, now the True Man who conquered demons" and "Yan Muyi who has obtained the name of the True Man of Six Yi" continue this plan.

But the difference is that Shengtian Buddha wants the world to be in turmoil.

But he wants everything to be peaceful.

He secretly manipulates the emperor, reduces taxes, attaches importance to agricultural products, and encourages childbirth.

Now, the drowned ghost has completely swallowed the ghost hair, burned the ghost, and the ghost hand is still not enough

It is impossible to form the "four evil ghosts" that "can give birth to the four evil places".

Therefore, the True Man who conquered demons and the True Man of Six Yi are carrying the Sun Nine Pattern Golden Coffin to catch ghosts everywhere, in order to gather an opponent who can fight the drowned ghost

The fusion of manual control cannot be too fast, otherwise it will be messed up.

Although Song Cheng does not agree with the saying of "mobilizing yin and yang in troubled times", he knows that "if this world is not ready, the terrifying four evil ghosts should not be born easily".

Ghosts have strong "inertia". They are only active during ghost tides and are dormant at other times. Even during ghost tides, the bigger the ghost is, the more difficult it is to move. They have a tendency to take root somewhere and not leave.

Song Cheng did not stop his research on ghosts, but he did not gain much.

And the "Zhen" made of "Sun Nine Pattern Gold" in his hand, which is said to help people survive the reappearance disaster, is particularly mysterious.

Song Cheng looked at the appearance of the "Zhen" and squinted his eyes.

Why can the Sun Nine Pattern Gold carved into the shape of a "Zhen" affect the reappearance disaster?

What is a "Zhen"?

Dong Dong Dong.

The door of the secret room was knocked, and the voice of the young lady came from outside.

Song Cheng opened the door and saw the angry young lady, and quickly understood.

After understanding this, he was completely speechless.

Obviously, his son even accepted the token of love, and the relationship that should have happened must have happened.

If you want your son not to contact others, wouldn't you be a heartless man?

But if you want both, Song Cheng just feels incredible.

His biggest excitement is that he secretly accepted "sister-in-law" Su Mengzhen and secretly cheated on "Yan Wang" Yan Boruo, who is far away in Leiyunzhou and still worships monsters.

Apart from that, his three wives have never changed, and the only maids he has ever had contact with are An Jie's two maids, Ying'er and Ling'er.

But in the blink of an eye, his son has surpassed his father and surpassed him?

The courtesan, plus the ladies of various powerful people, there are already more than 30 of them?

"Does no one take care of him normally?" Song Cheng frowned and asked.

"Song An always said that he was going out to practice martial arts, train soldiers, and meet friends.

I originally thought that this child was introverted. He was scared by his sister when he was young, and he felt timid. I also encouraged him to go out and make more friends.

He came back late and said he was drinking with friends. I was quite happy and felt that this child's temperament was becoming optimistic.

But the result. How could it be like this?!

Song Cheng, tell me, why is this child so well-behaved at home, but so unbridled and unruly outside?" As the young lady spoke, she looked at the bamboo stick in her hand, raised it, and handed it over, saying, "I can't beat him, you go."

Song Cheng took the bamboo stick, stared at it for a while, as if thinking about something.

Then he went with Tong Niangzi.

In the room, Song An panicked when he saw his father appear.

In his eyes, his father was mysterious and unpredictable. Almost everything he had was taught by his father, which was not comparable to his mother.

"My son was wrong."

Song An kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

Song Cheng glanced at Tong Niangzi, who rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong with you? You just want your mother and father to have grandchildren as soon as possible."

With Song Cheng around, Song An didn't dare to talk back.

Song Cheng said, "If you really like them, marry them all."

Song An got up in a hurry and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, I'm just joking about marrying so many people. Where is my freedom?"

Snap!

Song Cheng whipped him with a bamboo stick, and Song An shivered as if he was electrocuted.

Snap!

Song Cheng continued to whip him.

Song An rolled on the ground in horror and begged for mercy.

Song Cheng stopped at that moment.

However.

Soon, Song An found that he didn't feel any pain, not even a single wound.

After a closer look, he realized that his father had only whipped him a few times in the air, and didn't really whip him.

But the murderous aura and pressure brought by these few whips in the air made him panic like a "frightened bird".

Song Cheng approached, grabbed him, brushed off the dust on him, and said, "Dad won't beat you, Dad just wants to ask. You are not a child anymore, what are you going to do next?"

Song An sat down obediently, and then began to talk slowly.

His eyes gleamed, and then he said: "I heard that there are many countries to the west of Leiyunzhou, through the dark clouds and miasma. My son wants to lead the army to conquer them, incorporate them all into the country, and achieve unprecedented achievements.

I heard from Aunt Su that only those who are born with ghosts can enter the mysterious.

My son can't enter, but I don't care!

My son just wants to live a wonderful and free life in this life!"

Song Cheng thought for a while and said: "Since you have such a dream, I hope you are not bragging."

Song An said proudly: "No bragging!"

Song Cheng said: "In this case, your father will suppress your realm to the realm of strength. When you can catch your father's casual attack, you will be considered to have passed the martial arts test.

As for the method of using troops, when you can use 10,000 troops to block the attack of your father's 300 troops, you will be considered to have passed the literary test."

"Strong realm? 300?" Song An was stunned, and then said, "Dad, I think we can compete now, but we have agreed that you can't add more strength."

Song Cheng nodded.

Then, the father and son had a discussion.

Spectators: Tong Jia, Zhao Hua, Ouyang Chuchu, Zhao Qingxue, Xiao Qing.

This is the father-in-law, mother-in-law and wife all came to watch.

Song An was full of energy. Although he didn't think his father was arrogant, he also felt that "this request of his father is not difficult."

He could break the formation of 10,000 imperial generals with 10,000 men. In the realm of form, it can be said that it is difficult to find an opponent in the same realm of the imperial capital.

With or without Gangqi, those are two completely different realms.

Unless his father cheated, he would just hit him casually?

He Song An blocked it!

Then

Song Cheng casually stabbed with his strength, and Song An flew backwards, with cracks on his knuckles.

Then

the father and son chose the imperial guards again.

The same type of soldiers.

Song Cheng led 300 cavalrymen to defeat Song An's 10,000 troops in an extremely unreasonable and almost miraculous way.

Zhao Hua clapped his hands and sighed. He was also a victorious general and had his own understanding of the art of using troops, so he could still see some clues.

The elder brother used troops without form or force, but the situation was everywhere.

He always used the strongest side of the army to attack the weakest side of the opponent.

Even if the opponent's formation was flawless for a while, he would mobilize the army and then grasp the "miracle crack that no one could detect", and then quickly expand it.

This feeling is like "a skilled butcher holding a knife and moving between the bones of the cow".

Song An lost both battles, and it was a humiliating defeat.

He was stunned and couldn't believe it. He stood in the defeated army and watched his father's army galloping in like a knife that split the water, extremely gorgeous and smooth.

Then, he felt his collar tighten and was lifted up.

"Still far away." Song Cheng said lightly, then put him down, and then said "thank you for your hard work" in the eyes of the imperial guards looking at the gods, and then rode away alone.

Song An was hit by this, and felt that he was completely lost, and stood with his head down under the autumn sun.

Song Cheng came to the spectator seat.

Zhao Hua stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother, your use of troops is really amazing. I'm afraid no one can match you in the ages."

Song Cheng waved his hand and said: "Can't the history of the Shang Dynasty be traced back to a thousand years ago? It is said to be the first dynasty in the world, but it is just self-proclaimed. Who knows what heroes there were on this land thousands of years, even ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years ago? People should not belittle themselves, nor be arrogant."

Zhao Hua smiled innocently and scratched his hair, just like he was still in Hanping Prefecture.

Ouyang Chuchu looked at this scene in amazement.

No one knows Zhao Hua's true appearance as well as she does.

This is the regent of Da Shang who truly has the final say. His mind is extremely cunning and his methods are ruthless and decisive. Even if he just snorts coldly, he can scare his subordinates.

This regent is a cold-blooded man. He is extremely cruel to women and even children. If she was not the mother of Zhao Lingxue, if her daughter had not married Song Cheng's son, she would not have been able to become Zhao Hua's wife.

But such a person showed the simplicity and honesty of a teenager in front of Song Cheng.

Zhao Hua said: "Brother, what I have been doing over the years has made some progress. Going west through a cloud of miasma, there seem to be many countries that still exist. And for some reason, there are no evil ghosts over there for the time being, as if the yang energy is extremely strong."

Song Cheng said: "I know this, An'er is thinking about leading the army to conquer those countries."

Zhao Hua laughed and said: "An'er is a young hero, with such ambition, it will surely come true."

After that, he lowered his voice and said: "Brother, there is also the matter of the elixir of immortality, I have been investigating it. Many people came, but they were all liars. I killed a large number of liars, and now there is no one who dares to come."

He sighed and shook his head gently.

As he was talking, a man dressed in black clothes with green scales and eunuchs came hurriedly from a distance. He arrived at the parade ground, but when he saw King Song here, he stopped and dared not approach.

Zhao Hua waved his hand.

The man hurriedly came.

This is the "Qinglong Guard Commander" of the "Four Elephant Guards" reorganized by Zhao Hua.

Zhao Hua said: "Remember, meeting King Song is like meeting me. You can tell King Song everything you can tell me."

"Yes!"

The Qinglong Guard Commander responded respectfully, and then said: "Another scholar said he knew the secret of the elixir of immortality."

Zhao Hua smiled and said: "Does he know that I have killed 3,200 swindlers?"

The Qinglong Guard nodded.

Zhao Hua said "Interesting", then looked at Song Cheng and said: "Brother, I'll go and take a look first."

Song Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said: "Go."

Zhao Hua led his people away in a hurry.

Song Cheng led his family and Song An, who was as dejected as a "defeated rooster", back to the Song Palace together.

As soon as they arrived at the Song Palace, Ling'er ran over and said, "Son-in-law, Madam asked me to remind you that you promised Miss that we would go to Jilei Mountain to play together tomorrow. Don't forget it."

Song Cheng laughed and said, "I won't forget it."

Over the years, he would take Ating out to play every year.

And this year, they went to Jilei Mountain.

The mountain that flashed with purple light and had monsters, serving as a barrier for Leiyunzhou.

But what bothered him was that Ating seemed to have no interest in men.

Of course, this was a conservative statement.

If it was not conservative, it would mean that Ating seemed to have no interest in living people.