C43 The past is like smoke

What surprised Lv Erkou was that he was still able to calm his heart and adjust his breathing. It was already very good, but he was also happy that he did not sleep, he had to admit that it was very precious, and thinking about how his nature was then, compared to his own, he was very mischievous, causing his master to be angry, or else he slept through a lot of scolding and punishments. Now, this young man in front of him was naturally simple, straightforward, and tough, although his character was not even ten percent of his own, he would never give up.

He silently walked down from his chair and arrived in front of the wooden window. Just listening to the drizzling rain outside, it seemed like the real rain had already come down, and it would be difficult for him to stop for a while. Through the bright and clear window paper, he gathered raindrops from the roof and dripped them onto the outside boards, allowing them to sink into the rain and giving others a sense of peace. He originally wanted to take advantage of Li Yinfeng's time to condense her inner strength and go out to find something, but he was afraid that if he were to leave now, it would be extremely dangerous for him. She also needed to go out and find some good wine to satisfy her gluttony. Now that there was someone else to follow him, she was no longer worried about being alone. Now that she had a successor, he had to take more responsibility.

He couldn't cultivate Li Yinfeng to a whole new level, right? He couldn't mislead a child, at least, he had to make him look different from before, as for what this was called a standard, it was something that he could grasp the most. The way to cultivate inner force was to be different from an ordinary person's every move. The breath of one's breath would always be smooth and even if one used their strength to follow up it, it would still be longer. It was more energetic and indomitable. If one wanted to cultivate to the point of picking leaves, they could hurt others. One breath of time contained an endless amount of strength, not the result of a day or two of hard work.

Lv Erkou didn't know how to train this young man in front of him during this period of one month, but he had done his best and spared no effort. Furthermore, there were many chores in the sect, and the things he had to deal with had accumulated to a point where they were like a mountain.

It was said that when Master Fu led the way in, he would cultivate and observe others.

Everything depended on Li Yinfeng's own luck. Even if she had the ability to reach the pinnacle of perfection, she was afraid that she was an omnipotent Immortal, and would need to rely on his own comprehension in the end.

Lv Erkou was filled with expectations for Li Yinfeng. Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside, and the continuous drizzling of the rain, she felt as if her heart was filled with sand and dust in the air. Although she could not completely wash the place, she could not help but calm down.

Twenty-five years ago, Lv Erkou was not yet called Lv Erkou, but was still a high-spirited, turbid, and beautiful woman. His family could be considered to be carefree, and he was originally a weak scholar who wholeheartedly wanted to take the test to obtain his title and repay the country with all of his heart. He could be said to be ambitious and proud, and wanted to become a great literary person like Su Dongpo.

It was not that he had not mastered it well and did not work hard enough, but rather, the current Emperor had changed his name to the Dao. Even the Shi Family had been changed to Daoist, and all the temples had been changed to Taoist, Zhao Ji continued his pursuit of the Dao unrestrainedly and immersed himself within his longevity, which could not be changed. The emperors from ancient times to now hated themselves for not being able to live together with the Heavens, wishing that they could enjoy the joy of the mortal world as much as they could, Emperor Qin Shihuang was thus like this, Taizong, regretting that sometimes, in their hearts, they would not resist the temptation of the heavens. Who could live forever?

Many of the superstitious thoughts of the Taoists were highly praised and loved by this emperor who did not like politics. Instead, he placed all of his attention on the calligraphy and calligraphy, the mountain rocks and flowers and trees, and lived a life of singing and dancing every day.

Even the bookkeeper who followed Su Dongpo in the past, Lin Lingsu, had also advanced to the next level. However, Su Dongpo himself, on the other hand, had abandoned his attempts to denounce Huang Province, turning the tables on the other side, the tragedy of the world's saints!

Lv Erkou angrily wrote a few words to expose the evil deeds of Zhao Ji and Lin Lingsu. He denounced Cai Jing as the nation's poisonous tumor, and lashed out at the imperial court to be infuriated, the entire clan's old and young army were banded together, they could not go back on their words, and Lv Erkou's parents were resentful in the underworld, causing their families to fall and their families to lose their lives, and their deaths. However, he was still young and young and he did not think that it was his fault, although he was qualified to join the army, he did not have any regrets, he only hated himself for not being able to attack Hu Nu, and did not have any objections. If he had a whole set of martial arts, he would have rushed into Tokyo and angrily rebuked Zhao Ji, allowing him to recognize his own mistakes. On the way to Fenzhou, there was only a dead heart left.

Along the way, Lv Erkou rested under the escort of a bailiff, and did not remove the shackles on his body. His previously scholarly aura was now weak, and could not withstand the long journey, coupled with the heavy shackles on his body, he tortured a fair and refined scholar to the point that he could not even be considered human. His hair was filthy, his clothes were tattered, and he had experienced the hardships of wind and dust. For the first time in his life, he felt that he could not live, that he could not die. Along the way, without any relatives or friends to help him, he treated himself like an animal, and when he was hungry, he just poured himself a few bowls of water, poured himself a mouthful of it into his mouth. As if he was in a better position, if he changed his job, even if he were to piss in his poison, he would be tortured to death, and when he was on the verge of death, he would die suddenly like an animal.

In his heart, Lv Dunru did not resent these servants, after all, they were still food for the king and were loyal to him. Luckily, he had not made things difficult for them along the way, because he had violated the laws of the Da Song and fallen into their hands. They could only blame themselves for being pampered in the past, not being able to endure the rain and wind, being ravaged by the sun and moon. After walking for less than a hundred miles, his feet were already soaked in blood, and even the flail on his body was pressing down on him like a mountain, making it difficult for him to breathe. He had begged to relieve himself several times, but unexpectedly, Lv Erkou was stubborn in nature, and wanted to sharpen his heart at this point.

Lv Erkou was still alone on a wooden chair, no one asked around as he chatted with no one around. The reason was obvious, one was a criminal who did not want to get into trouble with anyone, otherwise, they would be in the same boat as him. The two bailiffs beside them drank tea to quench their thirst, asked for a few dishes and a small pot of turbid wine to dispel the heat, so they did not pay too much attention to him.

After Lv Dunru and the other two sat for about an hour, a middle-aged man holding a Qi Mei rod walked in from the west. This man was close to the age of Heaven's will, and was dressed full of energy, just like. The Qi Mei Nong staff in his hand was completely black, and did not look like gold or iron, it was not light at all, it looked like it was made of wood, but it looked like a piece of straw.

The shop owner smiled at everyone as he dealt with the matter. He immediately prepared the dishes and sent them up. The man had a long beard and was a bit gray, but his body was still as tough as ever. He did not look like he was in his fifties at all. The restaurant owner took a look at his appearance and asked, "Esteemed customer, where are you from? This must have been a long journey, right? "

The middle-aged man looked modest, and answered with a smile: "The shop owner has good eyesight, as expected of the countless people. Traveling around the North Road, he is able to identify people, and he dares not say anything. This old man is from open seal, and going to Tang Yin from the north would only take me a hundred miles. It's not too far, just that I'm not as old as I was before and my body can't take it.

The shop owner was also fawning on him, giving him a thumbs up and praising, "Sir, you are getting stronger and stronger, even after walking for over a hundred miles you are still breathing calmly, you are not tired, I'm impressed, I'm impressed, may I ask what your name is?"