Vol 4 Chapter 129: No worries

Yang Yi never thought that Zhongnan Mountain would be as dry and hot as it is now. If it weren't for the water diversion project planned and built by Huang Yaoshi, he and A Ke would have moved out of the mountain long ago.
Since the beginning of winter last year, there hasn't been a single drop of rain in Zhongnan Mountain, and no snow has fallen. This kind of vision, Yang Yi, who has lived in this world for 648 years, has not seen it in Zhongnan Mountain.
It's midsummer now, and there is still no sign of rain. There are no clouds in the sky, and the air is dry as if it would burn at any time.
The drought is severe in the north, especially in Guanzhong, and famine has already appeared in the outside world. If the drought continues and it delays the planting of winter wheat seedlings in autumn, the consequences will be disastrous. By then, the people will be hungry and the people will die.
The conditions in the cols are much better. The mountains are still rich in production and there are many wild animals. The key is that there is water and no one is fighting or disturbing. This is due to Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi.
Thirty-five years ago, an annoying son-in-law, an annoying disciple's son and a little beggar, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi successively found this place to live in seclusion with Yangyi. The two lived here for eleven years.
Yaoshi Huang is a very contradictory person. He hates red tape and pedantry the most, but he respects loyal officials and filial sons most. Yang Yi asked him: If someone is a very pedantic loyal minister, do you kill him or kneel.
Yaoshi Huang didn't answer, he turned his head and went to repair the water tanker again. He was always proud.
He is undoubtedly an extremely miraculous person, Yang Yi concluded that if Huang Yaoshi spent all his energy on martial arts, he would have been a veritable number one in the world, and he had even enlightened Dao.
But for Huang Yaoshi, martial arts is probably his least intentional item. Even so, it has been among the top five in the world in the past two to three decades.
Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Qimen Dunjia, astronomy and geography, five elements and gossip, agricultural and mulberry medicine, civil engineering and water conservancy, Huang Yaoshi is all proficient. He designed and built a small wooden house on the hillside for himself. Never thought that there could be such a delicate and beautiful building in the mountain ditch.
Therefore, Yang Yi unceremoniously asked Huang Yaoshi to renovate his wooden building, and he must also be full of elegance, otherwise he would demolish the small courtyard he just built.
There is no law in the col, and the big fist is the truth, and the proud Huang Yaoji readily agreed.
Finally, it was Hong Qi's stone house.
The heavy physical tasks of cutting tree beams and moving rocks were basically done by Hong Qi, because he could do nothing but these. Yang Yi said that he was old, Ak said he was a woman, and Huang Yaoshi said he was a designer with mental work.
The fifty-five-year-old Hong Qigong couldn't say anything, but could only admit that he was young, hunky, and powerful.
It has to be said that Wugong Gao's work is swift, using the eighteen palms of Jianglong to split the big tree with one palm, and the two new sites and one reconstruction were completed in less than half a year.
Hong Qi was lying in a hard stone hut and drinking the fruit wine made by Ake. He planned to take a good rest for a few months. However, Huang Yaoshi squeezed his chin and muttered: "The stream is about to stop flowing. A water diversion system is needed. Row."
It has to be said that Wugong Gao's work is agile. Hong Qigong carried the big stone and ran like flat ground in the mountains. Before the winter dry season came, the water diversion channel and the water storage pool were also declared complete.
In this way, even if the stream is dry, there will be no trouble of lack of water if you live in a col. This place becomes a paradise.
It's still missing.
Hong Qi lay in the stone house, rubbing his waist, drinking the second fruit wine, and preparing a meal to rest for a winter, but Huang Yaoshi frowned again.
The troubled times outside the mountains, the lingering Jin Kingdom in the north of the Central Plains is fighting Mongolia, and many people are hiding in the mountains. Originally, the water source in this mountain col was scarce and not suitable for living, so no one came here, but now the water conservancy project has been repaired and it has directly turned into a blessed earth cave. As a result, Huang Yaoshi violently expelled people every day.
He yelled Hong Qigong again, dropped the dragon with eighteen palms to show his power, cleaved stones and trees, spent a whole winter, and finally built a formation in the col.
Although there was no peach blossom, Huang Yaoshi still called it the Peach Blossom Array because it was exactly the same as his Peach Blossom Island array.
Without understanding, people who walked into the col would turn in as they pleased, and would never get in. This time, the real paradise was finally built. Of course, there are no peaches in Taoyuan, but plum trees.
Hong Qigong looked at the dazzling array of completed masterpieces with a sense of accomplishment. Yang Yi, A Ke, and Huang Yaoshi are all in a breezy atmosphere, feeling really nothing to make a fuss about, not tired at all.
After all the constructions were completed, the four of them relaxed completely, chatting about the past and the present every day, regardless of the years outside the mountain.
Akke is in charge of hunting, sheep is a kind of food to buy food, Huang Yaoshi is a master chef. In order to commend Hong Qi for making more than 10,000 pieces of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon in the process of building Taoyuan, the three people allowed him to cook deliciously and lazily, and just water the three acres of vegetable fields in the col every day.
In the fourth year, Huang Yaoshi was really overwhelmed, so he designed a small waterwheel specifically for vegetable plots, which could be transferred and stopped.
"Huang Laoxie! Why didn't you get it out early? It made the old man pick water for four years." Hong Qi jumped into thunder and had a fierce fight with Huang Yaoshi. After the fight, he built the waterwheel according to the drawings. , Jianglong's eighteen palms shook the mountain.
Dongxie fights with Beigai. Living in a mountain col, he fights more than a dozen times a year, regardless of the outcome. Yang Yi and A Ke neither care about this nor give any pointers, because although their martial arts are not as good as Yang Yi, they have reached an extremely high level, and they no longer need others to give pointers.
Huang Yaoshi's martial arts came from the Xiaoyao School, and he was very diverse, and his skills were so complicated that he often dazzled the sheep.
Hong Qigong is just the opposite, he is a set of extremely powerful and domineering eighteen palms of the dragon, in order to cope with all changes.
Yang Yi and A Ke watched them fight, and they looked like they were watching the social fire. Although Taoyuan is good, but there is too little entertainment, Yang Yi thinks Xiao Huang and Xiao Hong are quite sensible.
He knows that these two people avoid worldly troubles on the one hand, and also want to live in seclusion in the mountains and realize their own martial arts. In this regard, the sheep don't have too many gangs, and they can only fight with them from time to time, and use a strong sense of oppression to make them feel for themselves and practice all in themselves.
In eleven years, Yang Yi fought one hundred and five and ninety-nine fights with Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi. He was a little unable to move, but they still didn't realize it, and they had improved in martial arts.
In the past eleven years, Dongxie and Beigai did not make a step out of Zhongnanshan. Yangyi and Akke went out in the ninth year of their visit, because Wang Chuyi heard news from the grandmother in the tomb of the living dead. died.
Grandma Sun was called A Sun when she was a child. She was the orphan adopted by A Diao Lin Chaoying and the only remaining disciple of A Diao. It can also be said that Yang Yi and A Ke are the last little caring in this world.
The Tomb Sect did not mourn with fanfare, but just threw a white banner on the top of the tomb and rejected the condolences of the neighbor Quanzhen Sect.
In the name of their old friends, Yang Yi and A Ke talked for a long time before they saw the person in the tomb. She was a fourteen-year-old girl who was only fourteen years old.
The grandmother used to have a disciple named Li Mochou, but I heard that she was expelled from the tomb a few years ago. It seems that her character is not good.
Although Xiaolongnu was young, she was very cold-tempered~EbookFREE.me~ She frowned and let Yangyi and Akko into the tomb of the living dead, watching them coldly pay homage to her grandmother and Lin Chaoying.
She didn't understand why the old lady Hu was crying in front of Lin Zushi's coffin.
The last time the saint Akademo shed tears for her good sister, Ato Lin Tara. She is over eighty years old. Sixty-four years have passed since the day when she left Persia happily and headed for the Central Plains. It has been 40 years since A Diao passed away.
Yang Yi and A Ke did not have any sense of intimacy with Xiao Long Nv. They said goodbye to A Diao for the last time, and the Tomb Sect had nothing to do with them, and there was no concern about the world.
There are no fetters, only finding a way back.
Yaoshi Huang and Hong Qi lived in the mountains for eleven years, but after all, they were just passers-by in the lives of Yang Yi and A Ke, and they were of little importance. But it was they who came here to live in seclusion and enlighten the Tao, and they built the mountain cols beyond recognition, which finally created the opportunity for the sheep to find their way home.
Six hundred years later, he should finally go home.