The issue of breach of bans by martial arts has always been the most difficult problem between the world and the court, and there is no solution. Back then, the Central Plains had just been unified in the Ming Dynasty, and there was a prosperous sect in the north. The people inside were chivalrous and righteous, and they drew their swords to help when they saw injustice, and had a very good reputation.

But doing this has violated a big taboo. What are the people like to do? It is also the people. People who kill the people violate the Ming Dynasty's laws and have to be beheaded.

At that time, the Ming Dynasty had just unified the Central Plains, and many things were not on the right track. Even the local county government had only one county magistrate, and there was also a magistrate who came here with the county magistrate. How could he manage such a thing?

Implement the Ming Law?

Maybe the county magistrate was killed at home the next day.

But once, people from that sect killed one person and a young man.

The young man was the grandson of the old man who had made great achievements in the Spring and Autumn Period and had fought for many years during the war, and the only grandson of the old man. As for the old man's son, he died in order to save Taizong who was surrounded by the enemy.

The old man was furious and went directly to the palace to ask Taizong for an explanation. Taizong didn't know about this. After hearing the old man's description, he directly sent the old man to Youzhou with an army of 30,000. It took him three days to attack the mountain gate of that sect before he captured the mountain gate of that sect.

At that time, King Liang, who had just fought in the Spring and Autumn Period, came to Youzhou to the vassal state. After hearing about this, he came to the old man who was about to kill a woman and a child with one knife. He directly cut off the old man's head with one knife and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone, but you all go back to Chang'an City."

The moment the 30,000 soldiers saw King Liang, they had no intention of fighting. When they heard King Liang's words, they fled in scatters.

King Liang rode his horse to a middle-aged man who was guarding countless women and children behind him.

The middle-aged man was the same age as King Liang, but his body was covered with scars.

King Liang threw the head in his hand to the ground and said softly, "You are doing it right. Don't worry, no one dares to do anything to you anymore. It's a pity that just those dead."

The old man who was still a middle-aged man at that time had been stained with blood on his body, just nodding slightly.

After that, the old man arranged the women and children from the sects to the foot of the mountain.

In the end, the old man was left in the sect that was once prosperous, and there was nothing else. Even the old man had to look at the gate of the mountain for half a day every time he returned to the mountain, most of which were taken away, leaving only two bare pillars.

Not that no one wants to become a disciple, some children from poor families at the foot of the mountain, or any child who cannot survive, will come here to try it out and try your luck. If you choose, you can have no worries about food and clothing.

But often these children come and are blocked by the almost harsh entry requirements, which is discouraging.

So, now there is only an old man who sits here every day, smoking a cigarette pole, staring at the white clouds passing by here every day, and is stunned. Often, after staying for a long time, the people in the village will not come here. Everyone knows that this is the forbidden area for the old man. Even those naughty children will be told by adults to stay away from here.

After sitting here for a long time, the old man would take a few sheep he raised and start grazing sheep on the nearby mountains. Most of the time, the old man would not go down the mountain. After going down the mountain, he would stay here for a while, teach Lu Li something, and then return to the mountain.

It is true that the people in the village respect the old man, but the old man's approach, especially the bullshit rules of the master, made the villagers feel a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly one day, a group of people came here and broke into the mountain gate. They told the old man that they would demolish the place so that the old man who looked weak and had no one around him left.

The old man was not willing to do so. When the master fought against the imperial court, the only one left was the old man. He did not leave here, and it is impossible now.

No one on both sides was willing to give in. The stalemate was in a long time. Although the person on the other side wanted to bully the old man alone, he seemed to be not arrogant in his work and did not force the old man. He just sent someone to come and proposed to compete with the old man. If he won, the mountain gate was demolished, he lost, and he would go home, and help the old man rebuild the mountain gate.

The old man did not agree, and the lobbyists were still talking and talking in front of him. The old man just stared at each white cloud passing by without saying a word.

In the end, the lobbyists didn't come, and instead were the thugs who carried sticks and roamed around the neighborhood every day.

The old man laughed it off and continued to look at the sky with a cigarette pole. Once he was tired of seeing it, he knocked the man down to the bottom of the mountain with a cigarette pole. As a result, no one came and no one came.

After a long time, an old man who was as old as the old man came here, but he did not bring any servants or weapons. He just sat next to the old man with a pot of wine, without saying anything, and just quietly accompanied the old man to watch the sky.

One day, two days, three days...

A month later, when the old man came here with a wine pot, the old man who had never paid attention to the old man took the wine pot from the old man's hand for the first time and said.

"Tomorrow you send someone to build a ring. We will compete. Whoever falls out of the ring will lose. If you win, this is yours. I win. You will get out with your wine pot."

After hearing this, the old man left with a smile. For the first time in a few months, he had not accompanied the old man to watch the sky.

They moved quickly and the ring was built the next day.

On the ring that was temporarily set up, the old man held his hands with his hands on his hands, and the cigarette pole was placed on his waist, and he did not carry any other weapons. The old man was holding a long sword in his hand and stood opposite the old man.

The two of them fought constantly, the old man kept waving the long sword in his hand, and the old man did not fight back, and just blocked it with the cigarette pole at his waist, but was beaten step by step.

The people in the audience were naturally cheering and cheering for the old man's offensive. No one on the old man's side was behind him to help the old man.

But no one expected that the old man flew backwards and fell from the arena with just one move.

Everyone in the audience hurriedly helped the old man up, but the slightly injured old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bowed his hand to the old man on the stage, and then wanted to take everyone away.

Only then did everyone realize that the old man was a master, very high, and those who offended the old man on weekdays were all trembling, afraid that the old man would come to cause trouble for him, but unfortunately the old man did not.

"Disassemble it."

Everyone was about to leave, but they heard the old man on the ring say this. Everyone stopped and looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man stood on the ring, and the cigarette pole in his hand was lit at some point. He exhaled a breath of smoke. The old man looked at the mountain gate of his master's sect for a while, and his expression was a little lonely.

"Disassemble it."

After saying that, regardless of everyone's strange eyes, he walked into the master's sect staggeringly, leaving everyone with a back view.

The old man looked at the old man's departure back and seemed to understand something. He laughed loudly, and broke the sword in his hand directly in the waist. His hands were bleeding and laughter resounded throughout the mountains and forests.

Everyone understood why the leader broke his sword like this. Only the old people who followed the leader guessed something, looked a little lonely and pursed their lips.

The old man bent down to greet the old man when he left, and then left.

After that, there was an Beimeng on the west mountain outside Qingshan City, a Qingshan village at the foot of the mountain, and an old village chief in the village.

There are no other villages near Xishan, and they have moved here

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No one knows why the old man who ignored anyone was willing to agree to the leader of the alliance to be the village chief of Qingshan Village, but due to the previous incident, everyone admired the old man very much.

This time I went down the mountain to grazed sheep and met Wang Yi by chance. It was an old man who deliberately did it because someone brought something to say that the kindness he owed back then would be repaid. Although the old man dared not say that he was a good person, at least he knew it if he was grateful.

Pick up the cigarette rod at your waist and knock it gently on the door panel.

"Here you come."

After three knocks on the door, a sound was getting closer and closer.

A moment later, the door was opened from inside, and a woman with a tired face appeared in front of Wang Yi, her eyebrows were frowning and her sorrow was bleak, but she could not hide the fragrance of the sky. The clear water was filled with lotus, and her slender body added a lot of color. What a beautiful woman.

"Bang."

"Old man, why are you hitting me?"

The old man glanced at Wang Yi who was covering his head and asked to the woman who opened the door: "Xiao Li, has he failed again?"

The person called Xiaoli raised his lips a little aggrievedly, his face full of unhappiness, and he didn't know what was going on. Wang Yi was very curious.

"Master, the proportion of that medicinal material is too difficult, Xiao Li still doesn't know much about it."

The old man changed his previous appearance, his eyes full of warmth looking at the younger generation, "It's okay, Xiaoli, Master is back."

"Yeah, who is this, Master?"

Xiaoli had long seen Wang Yi behind the old man, and only asked questions now.

The old man glanced at Wang Yi who was holding Lao Ma behind him and said softly: "He, isn't Xiao Li a person who lacks medicine tests? This kid is just."

"What? Old man, that's not what you said before, you're talking about..."

"Whatever I say, I'll say."

Before Wang Yi could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand and interrupted Wang Yi, obviously a little impatient.

"Old man, I don't sell myself for my skills."

The old man ignored Wang Yi's protest and directly pulled Xiaoli into the yard. Wang Yi had no choice but to lead Lao Ma and follow them into the yard.

When he walked into the yard, a smell of medicinal materials came over. Wang Yi was a little surprised and coughed several times. The old man took Xiao Li tossed and turned around in front of several medicine racks.

There is a willow tree in the middle of the yard, but it is smaller than the willow tree at the entrance of the village. Seeing this, Wang Yi tied the old horse to the willow tree and slowly looked at the yard.

The yard is large and has six houses with reasonable layout, as if someone has carefully designed it. There is a corridor between each house.

There are two flower fields in the yard, with all kinds of flowers and plants planted inside.

Wang Yi was very surprised. It was only February, and there were still a few days before March. There were not only the green buds of willow trees outside. There were flowers and plants blooming here, and the spring was full of spring.

Wang Yi took a deep breath. This was not simple, not just the result of careful care.

In front of a room, there is a peach blossom tree. The green buds of the peach blossom have just grown, and there is a piece of wood inserted into the land next to it. Obviously, this peach blossom must have been planted by someone recently.

In front of the room, there was a green curtain with a lotus embroidered on it. The style was very special, but Wang Yi was not unfamiliar with it, because such a lotus style was very common in Youzhou and was a custom of praying for peace.

The lotus that my mother showed off at her home was the most beautiful among the neighbors. Those women who were not yet married would come to their homes to learn this way of doing lotus with their mothers.
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