Chapter 295: Things at the Foot of Mount Wuyi

Three days later.

Xiao Mian received a piece of news that made her heart palpitate.

Ye Yan is dead.

He died several miles away from the foot of Mount Wuyi, his head was separated from his body, and his limbs were brutally chopped off and scattered all over the ground.

Ye Yan's body was found by villagers.

When the body was brought back, the girl fell silent.

Xiao Erlang's hair turned white overnight.

There was no funeral.

The girl and Xiao Erlang buried Ye Yan on the mountain, next to the girl's grandfather.

This is the second tomb in Wuyi Mountain.

the next day.

The girl and Xiao Erlang left the foot of Wuyi Mountain, and no villager knew where they went.

For the people living at the foot of Mount Wuyi, these two people gradually became the protagonists of their stories, and after a few years, their names began to be forgotten.

The villagers still have to live their lives as usual.

Relying on the rich forest resources of Wuyi Mountain, the lives of the villagers at the foot of the mountain are getting better and better, and they have broken away from the most basic pursuit of food and clothing.

When people are no longer able to afford food and clothing, they will begin to develop ambitions.

The same is true for the villagers at the foot of Mount Wuyi; they are beginning to have higher aspirations.

Villagers with the same surname began to unite together, forming the largest force in the village. They began to occupy the resources of the mountains and forests, and even stipulated the number and frequency of people who could go into the mountains to hunt each time.

All prey caught by the villagers must be handed over to the village for unified distribution.

The so-called unified distribution in the village naturally benefits those with big surnames.

Some villagers were unwilling to do so, but the consequence of being unwilling was bullying. Those who could not stand this chose to leave the foot of Wuyi Mountain, while those who were willing to stay began to intermarry with people from wealthy families.

Mountain God Temple.

A young man knelt in front of the sculpture of the mountain god.

He was the son of a hunter at the foot of the mountain. His father was killed by a wild beast while hunting last year, leaving him and his mother behind.

"Master Mountain God, please help us."

The boy was kneeling. His father was gone and the people in the village bullied them as an orphan and a widow.

“It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.”

Just as the young man was kowtowing, a young Taoist priest in the courtyard of the Taoist temple slowly spoke.

The boy turned around and saw the young Taoist priest stunned for a moment, and a book appeared in the young Taoist priest's hand.

"Take this book."

The young man subconsciously took the book, glanced at it and read: "Splitting the Mountain?"

After flipping through the contents, the young man's face was filled with excitement. This was a martial arts secret book.

"Thank you very much, senior."

The boy didn't know who this Taoist priest was, but he shouldn't be the Mountain God, because the sculpture of the Mountain God didn't look like this.

"Go ahead."

The young Taoist priest waved his hand, and the boy excitedly put the secret book close to himself and left the Taoist temple.

"Senior, are you interested in this young man?"

After the young man left, the dragon snake appeared in the yard and asked curiously.

"It's just something I did casually."

The young Taoist priest smiled slightly, and the next moment he raised his hand, and a rattan chair appeared in the yard. He then lay down on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

After the boy learned the swordsmanship, he went down the mountain and practiced hard day and night. Within a few years, he became the best hunter in the village.

The Zhao family, a big family in the village, no longer dared to bully the boy and his mother because the boy had once used a knife to injure the three most capable fighters in the Zhao family.

Zhao Family Ancestral Hall.

The young man confronted the current patriarch of the Zhao family, holding a long knife and remaining silent.

Outside the ancestral hall, there were hundreds of Zhao family members, including big men, the elderly, the weak, women and children.

"Jian Yang, you are very powerful. In a one-on-one fight, no one in our village can be your opponent. But my Zhao family has hundreds of people. You can beat them one by one. Can you kill them all?"

The words of the Zhao family head made Jian Yang silent. Facing those who bullied him and his mother, he could draw his knife without hesitation, but facing the old people and women in the Zhao family, he couldn't do it.

"Jian Yang, are you willing to marry my daughter?"

The sudden words from the Zhao family head made Jian Yang silent.

The eldest daughter of the Zhao family was the same age as him. They had played together in the village since they were young. But after her father died, she took on the responsibilities of the family and stopped playing with other children of the same age.

Zhao Qin, the daughter of Patriarch Zhao, is the most beautiful girl in the village. Jian Yang has dreamed of marrying Zhao Qin.

"You and Qin'er played together when you were young. If you marry Qin'er, you will be the son-in-law of my Zhao family. When you give birth to a child, I will pass the position of clan leader to you."

After a long time, Jian Yang finally nodded.

A conflict was resolved.

Taoist temple.

Jian Yang narrated these things in front of the young Taoist priest.

“Follow your heart in everything.”

The young Taoist priest still maintained the posture of lying on the rattan chair, and he had never left the rattan chair since the moment he appeared.

One month later.

Jian Yang married Zhao Qin, the daughter of the head of the Zhao family, and the whole village was decorated with lights and colors.

Three years later.

The territory of the village expanded a lot, and conflicts with other surrounding villages were inevitable. As the best fighter in the village, Jian Yang was the one who stepped in to deal with people from other villages most of the time.

In order to compete with the neighboring village for a piece of forest farm, Jian Yang broke the legs of several strong men from the neighboring village, so that the neighboring village no longer dared to compete with his village for logging.

For the farmland, they fought with the people of Lijia Village, and the most powerful man in Lijia Village had his arm chopped off by Jian Yang.

Zhaojia Village officially became the largest village within a radius of dozens of miles.

Jian Yang's prestige in the village also surpassed that of his father-in-law, and he became the new patriarch of Zhaojia Village.

The surrounding villages were afraid of Jian Yang. In their eyes, Jian Yang was a devil. But in the eyes of the villagers of Zhaojin Village, Jian Yang was a hero, especially the children in the village, who admired Jian Yang immensely.

The surrounding villages could not defeat Zhaojia Village, so for the benefit of the village, they began to marry their women to Zhaojia Village. In the end, these villages gradually merged with Zhaojia Village.

Zhaojia Village unified all the villages at the foot of Wuyi Mountain in this special way, and Jian Yang became the most powerful person at the foot of Wuyi Mountain.

Jian Yang’s 40th birthday.

This is the most lively event in Zhaojia Village. The villagers of Zhaojia Village began to prepare a few days in advance. Every household decorated their houses with lights and prepared to celebrate the birthday banquet of their clan leader.

Taoist temple in Wuyi Mountain.

Jian Yang appeared again. Over the years, Jian Yang had come to the Taoist temple many times and would tell about his experiences every time. However, the young Taoist priest never expressed his opinion and just listened quietly.

"Master, my disciple's birthday is tomorrow. Can you come down the mountain and have a drink?"

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The young Taoist priest was lying on the rattan chair and waved his hands. There was no disappointment in Jian Yang's eyes. He had gotten used to it over the years.

As for "Master", he took the initiative to call him that, and the Taoist priest did not object.

"Master, after the New Year, I plan to take Xiaotie and the others to the city. The city is better than the village, and it will allow Xiaotie and the others to see more of the world."

The Taoist priest still did not respond, his eyes were closed as if he was asleep, but Jian Yang knew that his master had heard what he said.

The master never gave him advice, and most of the time the master was more like a listener.

The first time he had a fight with someone from another village, he broke the leg of a man from another village. The hateful look in the man's son's eyes made him dream about it for several nights.

He was afraid in his heart, but he was the best master in Zhaojia Village. He could not show his fear, not even in front of his wife. He could only come to the mountain and talk to his master.

In the end, he became numb.

Jian Yang left after talking for a while. The Jiao Snake appeared in front of the young Taoist priest and said respectfully, "Senior, do you want me to protect you?"

In Jiaoshe's view, the senior's approval of Jian Yang calling him "Master" meant that he accepted Jian Yang as his disciple. Although Jian Yang was not a cultivator yet, he was still the senior's "disciple" after all, and he might be in trouble if he encountered any problems after entering the city.

"Everyone has their own destiny. We just need to take good care of this mountain."

The young Taoist priest shook his head. He would not interfere in matters outside the mountain and would just let everything take its course.

Three years later, a funeral procession returned to Zhaojia Village.

Zhao Yang, the patriarch of Zhaojia Village, was hacked to death by a young man.

When Jian Yang became the patriarch of Zhaojia Village, he changed his surname and entered the Zhao family's ancestral hall.

The young man was the son of a man from the neighboring village who was severely injured by Zhao Yang. The neighboring village had long been incorporated into Zhaojia Village, but the man's son left the foot of Wuyi Mountain and went to another place to learn martial arts in order to avenge his father.

Zhao Yang was not beaten to death by the young man, but just like the man who was seriously injured by him, he breathed his last breath.

Before he died after returning home, Zhao Yang instructed his children to bury him in Wuyi Mountain and to engrave his surname "Jian" on the plaque.

He would not be buried in the Zhao family's ancestral hall or cemetery.

This is the third tomb found in Wuyi Mountain.

The young Taoist priest stood in front of Jian Yang's newly established tomb with confusion on his face. He didn't know why he appeared in Wuyi Mountain, nor did he know what his purpose in staying in Wuyi Mountain was.

But he knew that Wuyi Mountain was him, and he was Wuyi Mountain.

Whether it was Ye Yan back then or Jian Yang now, he gave the other party the martial arts secrets just casually.

Perhaps, he is only suitable to be a bystander.

From today onwards, the Taoist temples in Wuyi Mountain will disappear.

After Jian Yang's death, Zhaojia Village began to decline and split into several villages.

…

A few years later.

A down-and-out scholar came to the foot of Mount Wuyi.

The scholar built a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain and reclaimed two acres of land.

During the slack season, he taught the children in the village to read and write. If the children were naughty and couldn't sit still, the scholar would not beat or scold them. He would teach those who were willing to listen, and let those who didn't want to leave, and he didn't charge a penny.

It is boring for scholars to teach, and the children cannot understand what they are saying.

Children don’t understand “loyalty to the emperor and patriotism”.

When the villagers heard the children coming back to tell about the teacher's lectures, they all laughed and said that the scholar had become stupid because of reading too much.

They only care about having three meals a day, and things like "loyalty to the emperor and patriotism" are too far away from them.

The scholar never took the villagers' gossip to heart and never argued with others. Except when teaching, he always greeted everyone with a smile.

There was a naughty child who stepped on the vegetable seedlings in the scholar's farmland. The scholar just smiled and said: "When a child steps on the tender seedlings, the seedlings will wither and the child will grow taller."

The scholar was very generous, but the villagers said that he was a nerd. If it were a child who dared to step on the tender seedlings in the farmland, his legs would be broken.

Winter of the year.

When heavy snow falls, every household burns firewood to keep warm.

The scholar looked at the heavy snow and chanted happily: "It is going to snow in the evening, can I have a drink?"

Unfortunately, there was no wine in the scholar's house.

Although I have no wine to keep me warm, I have books to read and to support myself.

The scholar has no wine, only books.

But books cannot keep out the cold, and the scholar was shivering in the middle of the night.

Scholars embrace books and keep themselves warm with them.

Several days.

Snow melts.

The scholar put the books on the wall of the courtyard to dry in the sun. Some naughty children took the books and made a fire to keep warm.

(End of this chapter)