Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 16 Qingshan
Being in such a vast and complex empire, how can one person resist such a social order?

Chen Beimo felt that at present there was no one who could match the force of thousands of cavalry. A prefect of Yunzhou could be said to be a local emperor in a remote border town. He was not some random person, let alone the kings, emperors, and prime ministers he had seen frequently in history in his previous life. A single person like Fu could decide the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in six counties and one city of Yunzhou.

As early as when the old master was buried, the rumor about the black snakes guarding the hall and the green snakes attending the funeral must have reached the ears of the prefect. However, he still waited so long until he had evidence before making sure of the move. This prefect Fu is very cunning and is far more than just a prefect.

After figuring out all these things, he felt relieved and went back home to start preparing.

If he could really find the century-old dragon robe, then he would be on board the big ship of the prefect. In this era, nothing can be accomplished without the help of officials and nobles.

At dawn on the second day, Chen Beimo left the city again and came to the riverside. Six days of hard work had allowed him to accumulate enough energy to the point of combining Yang into Kan. The nine streams of Yin water were transferred from Dantian to combine Yang with Ying water. The surging river water flowed into his heart, and the Kan water fertilized the elixir and transformed into circulatory meridians. Chen Beimo found that his eyesight was even stronger, and his five senses and six consciousnesses were all improved.

Even as the Kanshui true Qi in his body dissolved and cleansed his body again, he felt that his strength had increased by three points and his bones had grown about half an inch taller.

Chen Beimo did not rush to leave, but continued to practice step by step. He got up early and changed from jogging around the backyard to long-distance running. His skin gradually became flexible and refined. After the sun rose, he began to practice the Blood-Drinking Sword Technique with the sword, from concentrating on understanding each move to dancing with the sword with his eyes closed, sensing the changes around him with each sword.

He gradually mastered the Blood-Drinking Sword Technique and even became proficient in it. Due to his powerful five senses and six consciousnesses, he even refined this sword technique to the Mahayana level in just half a month, and began to try to integrate the meaning of Kanshui.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye it was the ninth day of April. Just a few days after Grain Full, the weather was getting hotter, and Chen Beimo finally stopped practicing.

Prefect Fu only gave him twenty days, and now half of the time has passed. If he doesn't take action, the prefect will probably suspect that he has run away.

After feeding the snakes, closing the door of the inner house, and locking the front door and the backyard, Chen Beimo changed out of his long gown and put on his senior brother's old clothes. The dark black waist-constricting tights showed off his already tall and straight figure. His jade-like face and crown made him look cool and elegant. If he carried a sword, he would really look like a martial arts knight.

It was a pity that he was carrying a bamboo basket that was neither too big nor too small, and was two feet long. In the basket were various things, such as tinder, dry food, oil-paper umbrellas, etc.

He is a human being, not a god. It is impossible for him to go into the mountains unarmed. That would be a reckless man.

The dangers in the mountains and wilderness are enough to kill anyone who underestimates the mountains.

Chen Beimo was not going to the outer mountains, but the inner mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, where few people lived and wild beasts roamed.

He has done a lot of homework these days, and read some ancient books on how to judge the age of a snake and some strategies for walking in the mountains. These ancient books are all good things, and they are the experiences that our ancestors gained at the cost of their lives.

Walking out of the long alley, there were not many people. Most of them went to the East City to work and get copper coins. Chen Beimo walked out of the West City Gate and stepped onto the mountain road. There were fewer and fewer people. When he arrived at his master's grave, he paid his respects.

Standing in front of the tomb, sensing that there was no one around, he had an idea and took out a bamboo flute, which he made in his spare time at home using the tools for making umbrellas. It was carefully made of ten-year-old bamboo. The purpose was to conceal his identity.

Others need a medium to control insects and objects, but using his mind was a bit conspicuous, so he came up with this thing.

"Attsu~"

A series of hoarse and shrill flute sounds rang out, scaring away a group of nearby birds.

"Hey, I made this thing according to the book, why does it sound so bad when I play it?"

Chen Beimo scratched his head and stared at the bamboo flute. The dense grass behind him parted and a terrifying green snake python crawled behind him. He felt a shadow covering his head and turned around to see the green python coming.

So he walked around the big python, patted its body and said, "Lift up your tail."

The python paused for a moment, then reluctantly raised its tail. For snakes, the tail is only used during mating...

The big green python is a spiritual snake spirit, but its intelligence is still not as good as that of Beichen Jun.

Beichen Jun in the sleeve couldn't help but jump out and looked at the big guy in front of him curiously.

Chen Beimo grabbed the python's tail, flipped it over, and carefully counted the lines on its tail.
"There are only more than fifty. Does that mean you are only in your fifties?" Chen Beimo put down its tail in disappointment. If there was an eighty-year-old, he would find a way to make up the number. However, fifty years is too big a difference. He is afraid that the effectiveness of the medicine will also be very different.

The big green python didn't quite understand what this meant. It just looked at the black snake in front of it that was much smaller than itself, and retreated without leaving a trace because of a vague fear in its heart.

Beichen Jun lost interest in it after looking at it for a few seconds, and quickly crawled into the basket behind Chen Beimo and lay down.

Chen Beimo sighed and said, "You should continue to look after Master's tomb and practice well!"

The big green python only understood the meaning, and with the intelligence of a five or six-year-old child, it retreated obediently into the bushes.

Chen Beimo raised his foot and walked into the mountains. He also turned his head and looked meaningfully at somewhere behind him.

After he walked for half an incense stick, a burly man appeared from the place he had seen before. He looked at the cemetery and whispered, "This guy really knows the legendary snake-controlling technique! A python this big is less than a hundred years old, so how terrifying would a real hundred-year-old python be?"

The man thought about it and felt a little scared, so he decided to go back to the city and tell the prefect that this kid really had some abilities.

……

The quiet mountain forest does not feel the increasing heat of summer. On the contrary, there is a cool feeling because the tall forests block the sun and the clouds and mist are shrouded all year round.

The 800-li Yunzhu Mountain, for Jincheng, only the outer mountains of dozens of miles can be set foot. Deep in the forest, there are poisonous miasma, insects and snakes, groups of wild beasts, and dense wilderness forests that block the sun, moon and stars, and you can't tell the direction and get lost in the wilderness.

In addition to facing the dangers of nature, there is also the malice of one's own kind.

Since ancient times, the mountains and wilderness have been the hiding places for thieves and criminals. Many vicious murderers were hunted by the government and could only go to the mountains and wilderness. This is a place that the human dynasty order cannot cover.

Chen Beimo carried a bamboo basket and broke into this ancient mountain that he had never set foot on before. From time to time, one or two strange-looking little insects would jump out from under his feet and flee to other places as he stepped on the soft and fertile soil.

He had smeared insect repellent herbs on his clothes and hung an insect repellent sachet around his waist, which was a must for entering the mountains. Every time he walked about a mile, he would use a knife to carve a hexagonal snowflake mark on an ancient tree to avoid getting lost.

From time to time, one or two strange cries could be heard from the forest, perhaps the chirping of insects or birds, the roar of animals, or perhaps the sound of the wind blowing through the valley mouth, but in any case it was creepy.

During his practice, Chen Beimo gradually developed a kind of spiritual perception, a hazy feeling that enabled him to visualize some of the things around him in his mind without using his eyes, ears, or nose.

He called this feeling spiritual perception, or perhaps it was the divine consciousness he read in the novels about cultivating immortals in his previous life. However, this kind of spiritual perception was very vague and hazy, and he could only roughly sense malice, murderous intent, or some kind of prying gaze towards himself.

In fact, ordinary mortals also have this feeling. Sometimes they often feel that someone is watching them from somewhere, and even when they were young, they could sense the mysterious gaze of ghosts and gods, but as they grow older, their spiritual perception is blurred by the worldly world.

He walked slowly, neither hurried nor slow. Beichen looked around from the basket, sizing up the forest. There was no dense grass under his feet, because the lush branches and leaves of the forest above blocked the sunlight and rain, making it impossible for ordinary weeds to grow on the ground. Only in the gaps between the branches and leaves where the sun shone through, some grass grew.

There were mostly old fallen leaves on the ground, which were gradually decaying and becoming nutrients in the ground without seeing the sun. I walked in the deep mountains for two hours without seeing a single person, except for trees, with one or two bamboos growing in the setting sun.

Yunzhu Mountain is called this name in Dajin because there is a dense bamboo forest outside the mountain, hence the name.

But in reality, this natural barrier isolated the Miao people in the south and the small country of Feng in the southeast.

Yunzhu Mountain is called the Ten Thousand Mountains by them!
Chen Beimo walked from sunrise to sunset, and finally reached a hill. He saw some sunset glow, and when he walked out of the woods, there was a cliff a hundred feet high.

Sitting on the ground and looking up, the mountains under the setting sun are tall and majestic, stretching and undulating with no end in sight, a faint light mist covers the misty mountains, flocks of birds return to the forest, beasts roar and monkeys cry, this is the world of wild beasts.

Chen Beimo opened the water bag, looked at the rosy sun setting in the west, drank a sip of water, and planned to rest for a while.

Beichenjun climbed out of the basket and leaned his head to his side. The man and the snake looked at the sunset together, looking at the mountain scenery. The sunset dyed half the sky, casting their backs red. The sun was setting on the mountainside, and the wild geese were in the setting sun.

"You are a reptile, but you know how to watch the sunset."

"hiss~"

Beichen Jun protested with dissatisfaction when he heard this, saying that it was okay for him to come from the city and have never seen a mountain.

"Okay, okay, you are an elegant snake."

Chen Beimo smiled and reached out his hand to pat its head, looking at the distant mountains and whispering: "The mountains and rivers are carefree, but the wind wrinkles them; the setting sun makes the sky sad.

The beauty of the world is just passing by, life is just a dream and nothing matters anymore."

The young man sat on the cliff, the mountain breeze blowing his hair lightly on his face. He picked up the wine gourd and drank from the sun. The setting sun illuminated the young man's clear jawline, and the wine slid down the corner of his mouth. He was very happy because of the beautiful scenery and good wine.

"What a young man!"

A voice suddenly came from behind, breaking the silence.

Chen Beimo turned his head lazily and looked at the person who came. He was a man with a long beard and ragged clothes and patched clothes. He seemed to be more than 30 years old. His narrow eyes seemed to be scrutinizing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Boy, you are very brave. You dare to raise a black snake and go into this deep forest alone?"

The man smiled and said, "It's getting late, why don't you come to my mountain hut and rest for a night."

At the end of the conversation, the corners of his eyes were already filled with lust. He had lived in the mountains for seven or eight years, and because he had committed a serious crime, he dared not go down the mountain and could only live in the wild. Seeing this boy, who was so handsome, it was not a bad idea...

Chen Beimo said nonchalantly, "What crime have you committed? Why are you living in this desolate mountain?"

"Haha, I just raped and killed a few women back then..."

Before the man finished speaking, Chen Beimo, who was sitting, drew out the soft sword from his waist as if he had teleported. With a swish, the sword blade reflected light, and the setting sun shone on the blood.

The man was halfway through his words, and before his eyes could turn to fear, his head fell to the ground. Then his body fell diagonally on the grass. His neck was smooth, and only blood was still gurgling from the side of his neck onto the grass.

Chen Beimo pinched the blade with two fingers and held the hilt with his right hand. The sharp cold blade even reflected his starry eyes like a mirror, "You are the Water-Breaking Sword, not the Blood-Drinking Sword.

But what I have to do is still to kill people, to kill those who block my path, disturb my mind, harm me, and the most treacherous and evil people. Kill them all."

After he finished speaking, he held the sword across his body and it returned to his waist with a swish.

"Let's go and see our new home in the mountains."

Chen Beimo picked up the bamboo basket and called Beichen Jun to walk in the direction where the man came from.

The corpse under the setting sun soon attracted wild beasts in the mountains to eat it. It escaped the law of the imperial dynasty, but it could not escape the law of heaven. Good and evil will eventually be punished, but the sword of judgment comes and goes without a trace.

After walking fifty or sixty feet into the hill, I saw a cave with a simple wooden door blocking the entrance.

When he opened the door, he saw a cave about five or six feet deep and about ten feet wide, with some clothes, a stone bed, and some simple daily necessities placed in it.

“It’s getting dark, let’s stay here tonight!
"

Beichen nodded and climbed onto the simple stone bed.

"I didn't tell you to sleep on the bed. Go sleep in the basket."

Beichen twisted his body in dissatisfaction and crawled back into the basket.

Chen Beimo sat cross-legged on the stone bed. He had walked for a whole day but did not feel tired at all. He even wanted to practice for a while at night.

However, he did not expect that the earth and wood energy was prevalent in the mountains. The thick soil sank the mountain to suppress the water, and the green wood accumulated to stop the water. This made it impossible for him to practice. He could not draw the water energy into his body at all, and could not practice at all.

Helplessly, he could only wake up from his meditation and look around the new house. It was full of shabby household items and there was nothing nice to see.

Until he saw the old wine jar in the deepest part of the cave, he stood up and took it out and looked at it carefully before it was completely dark. He found that the bronze patterns on it were very similar to the ancient text on the second level of the Tianhe Yuling Kanshui Sutra.

Could it be that this antique is from the same period as the technique? Then this wine jar must be an ancient artifact from at least thousands of years ago. It is surprisingly well preserved, with some words left from the rust.

Thinking of this, he took out the ancient golden bell from the bamboo basket. This was also a family heirloom and should also be an antique.

When he put these two things together, the ancient bell actually rang!
"Ding Dong~"

A pulling force sucked away most of the two streams of Kanshui true Qi in his body that had not yet dissipated, and then the golden bell rang again. It seemed that a dark gray breath in the wine jar was sucked into the ancient bell, and then turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.

(End of this chapter)