Wine and meat pass through the intestines

Zhao Dongting said in confusion: "Then why did I see it in some intensive ways that the practice of internal strength should be unstoppable?"

The little Taoist priest just spit out four words, "Shallow opinion."

Zhao Dongting shrugged, amazed at the masterly demeanor of the little Taoist priest at this moment, and asked again: "Little Taoist priest, what level are you at now?"

The little Taoist priest replied: "I am lazy by nature and are still close to the realm of the middle Zhoutian."

"roll!"

Zhao Dongting stared at him, but his aura was not high. He climbed onto the bed and meditated and practiced his skills honestly.

Mom, they are all human beings, and they are still the same age, why is the difference so big?

Bai Yuchan really hit him a huge blow.

The little Taoist priest was not angry when he got the word "get out". He walked out of the house calmly.

Zhao Dongting's qi is in the sky, and the internal energy is accumulated to nourish the orifices, and his body is just like a flood. The internal energy hidden in his dantian can be described as a huge treasure in his body, allowing him to completely save the process of inhaling and entering the body. I don't know how many times more convenient it is to practice internal strength than others.

It was late at night that his dantian became a little swollen and sore, and Zhao Dongting opened his eyes.

Walking outside the house, the little Taoist priest was staring at the night sky again in a daze.

Zhao Dongting said, "Little Taoist, I am a little hungry. Why don't you go to the forest to catch some bamboo rats and handcuff them to eat?"

Qingyun Peak is beautiful, but there is a lot of wild game. However, Wuliangguan's vegetarian food is light, so Zhao Dongting will inevitably have some bad thoughts.

The meat of bamboo rats is tender and has a light fragrance. The ones he had eaten and raised in his previous life are already considered rare delicacies.

The little Taoist priest did not look back and knew: "God has the virtue of being alive, and everything is life. Why does the emperor want me, the little Taoist priest, to kill animals?"

Zhao Dongting smashed his mouth, but he really didn't know how to talk back, "Okay, if you don't go, I'll go by myself."

When he arrived in the deep mountains and clouds, his mind and nature returned, but he was unwilling to send those Wuding Hall to worship him casually.

When Zhao Dongting walked into the bamboo forest, a short while later, there were chirping sounds coming from inside.

The little Taoist priest was compassionate and picked up flowers with his fingers, sighing, "Oh..."

Then he gently pinched a little ant that had climbed to his knees and put it on the ground.

"Ha ha!"

At this time, Zhao Dongting was already running out of the bamboo sea with two huge bamboo rats, "Your bamboo rats on Qingyun Peak are so big."

Zhao Dongting felt happy. They were all wild. He knew that there was a lot of wild game in the mountains, so it was really worth bringing spices such as cumin and others.

He ran into the house with a bamboo rat, picked up the knife and went outside the house, and shouted to the little Taoist priest: "Little Taoist, go get some dry firewood."

The little Taoist priest turned a deaf ear.

"I don't listen to what the emperor said?"

Zhao Dongting murmured, but he didn't think he was really skeptical about Bai Yuchan. He ran to the mountain spring to peel the bamboo rat and washed it, and then went to pick up dry firewood.

Fortunately, there is nothing in the mountains, but there is no shortage of dry firewood, and it doesn’t take much trouble.

In just a few dozen minutes, the fragrance of bamboo wafted over the overseas.

The fragrance of the meat drifted, floating to the thatched cottage next to it, attracting many masters of Wuding Hall. Even Jun Tianfang and Le Wuchen walked out of it.

The Wuding Hall worshipers did not dare to be arrogant in front of Zhao Dongting. They were a little better, but just walked to Zhao Dongting and sat down.

Zhao Dongting rolled his eyes without a trace and handed a bamboo rat to Jun Tianfang.

Jun Tian stood up expressionlessly and took the bamboo rat and roasted it on the fire.

Groove everywhere.

That night, the bamboo rats in the bamboo sea suffered a disaster.

The more and more bonfires were, the little Taoist priest was hesitating whether to tell his master. Otherwise, he would probably never see bamboo rats again in Qingyun Peak.

But thinking about it, the master was afraid that he would not dare to do anything to the emperor, so he had to give up. He looked at his nose and his heart, and it was a purity that was lost.

But without looking at his eyes, the fragrance kept drilling into his nose.

Zhao Dongting smiled and shouted, "Little Taoist, come and eat together!"

The little Taoist priest ignored it.

Zhao Dongting did not give up. When the bamboo rat meat was slightly browned, he walked to the little Taoist priest and swayed in front of the little Taoist priest, "This bamboo rat was caught by me, slaughtered by me, and roasted by me. I will bear all these murderous sins. You are just eating them, what are you afraid of? God can't blame you for your head."

The little Taoist priest suddenly felt that his Taoism was still too low, so he shook his sleeves and walked into the thatched cottage.

Zhao Dongting saw his depressed expression and couldn't help laughing.

As a young man, he pretended to be mature. He made up his mind to change the little Taoist priest and satisfy his bad taste.

There is no time in the mountains, and two months passed so quickly.

Zhao Dongting devoted himself to practicing swords and made great progress. His basic swordsmanship was almost a small achievement, and he also mastered twenty-four styles of Guiyuan's sword technique.

He is often seen running wildly in the sea of ​​bamboo. He is tied with lead blocks under his feet, but he is still walking as fast as he can.

He has great attainments in his internal skills, and now four acupoints emit light. It is natural that he can practice light skills for a thousand miles a day.

Lei Qiong and the two states were safe and sound, and there was no movement in Pingnan.

Boyan continued to take charge of Guangnan East Road, and on Kuizhou Road, Yuan general Yesuer and others did not rush to enter Guangnan West Road.

The Yuan Dynasty realized that the Song army was difficult to deal with, so it seemed that it was also planned to change its strategy.

Zhao Dongting expected that if the Yuan army moved, there would definitely be a thunderous momentum, but he had no choice but to receive the military information memorial sent from Pingnan, he could only order Wen Tianxiang to continue to accommodate surrendered soldiers, rebels, wing troops from all over the country, and strengthen the troops.

By this time, Song troops had a total of nearly 150,000 in Pingnan and other counties.

Among them, the rebels who rushed to the king from all over the country, had 75,000 soldiers, and 32,000 surrendered soldiers, while the rest were new soldiers who joined the army from all over the country.

This is almost all the troops that the Southern Song Dynasty could gather. Those who did not rush to Pingnan to serve the king will probably not come.

If the Guangnan West Road was captured by the Yuan army, the Song court would have no room for reversal.

Zhao Dongting didn't know if such strength could impress Duan Xingzhi in Dali, but he could only do this.

Even though these rebels who defected to Pingnan and the Xiang army had farmed and supported themselves, the imperial treasury was still under great pressure. The food and grass collected from Lei and Qiong were still slightly insufficient.

On that day and night, Zhao Dongting walked out of the room after practicing his internal skills, and the little Taoist priest was staring blankly outside the house again.

Zhao Dongting said, "Little Taoist, come and get two more bamboo rats? It seems that I haven't eaten bamboo rats for a few days, right?"

In the past two months, I don’t know how much delicacies and wild game on Qingyun Peak have been trampled on by these people.

After all, the little Taoist priest was the one who had all the ink, and was ruined by Zhao Dongting, a plain man.
Chapter completed!