I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

The days that followed seemed much peaceful, and Qin Shang's time became two points and one line. Apart from going out to the city to go fishing every day, there are almost no recreational activities.

This kind of highly regular activity can be regarded as liberating Qin Liu. Qin Liu is old and has spent a long time reconciling accounts. Now his eyes are full of words sometimes, and his servants can occasionally see him talking. Go out with a pair of red eyes.

The Qin family under the leadership of Qin Li exudes a positive atmosphere, and Qin Shang, the young master, seems less important.

Qin Shang went out before dawn every day and didn't return home until night. He really became the only transparent person in the family. If he hadn't occasionally showed up in the kitchen, the servants would have forgotten that there was a young master in the family. .

The gradually warming weather has made the city glow with a little bit of vitality. Time always unknowingly turns into clusters of new green, extending into the distance along the gurgling streams.

The chaotic countryside inherits the unique charm of this area, and the noise in the countryside gives this area an air of human fireworks.

On the road heading north, there was a cloud of dust, and the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground was heard.

An old Taoist wearing a rag shirt couldn't avoid being kicked over. He immediately stretched his head and cursed: "Which grandson... son..."

The voice went from strong to weak. The old man clearly saw the scale-like armor on the opponent's body, and his voice gradually became quieter as if his throat was being pinched.

Fortunately, the group of cavalry did not notice him and galloped away.

After he couldn't see his buttocks at all, the old Taoist priest spat: "I don't have the skills to fight the northern pirates, and I can't even fight the Japanese pirates. This style of fighting can really scare people!"

Just after the old Taoist finished cursing, the smoke and dust in the distance stirred up again, and the old Taoist immediately left a sentence: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, this disciple is talking nonsense, talking nonsense!"

After that, he ran away...

The cavalry going back and forth did not stay here, they passed by in a fleeting moment, obviously in a hurry.

After waiting for a long time, the old Taoist priest emerged from the grove, grabbed the gourd from his waist, drank two sips, and waited for his breath to subside before muttering a few words.

It must have been almost noon, and the old Taoist priest felt sleepy, so he lay down and slept for a while because of his drunkenness.

"No, no, Pindao can't calm down all the time. Could it be that Tianzun is foreshadowing something?"

The old Taoist priest lay looking at the young leaves that had just been pulled out from the branches. He couldn't help but read them several times, but the hexagrams were different every time.

"Ahhh!" The old Taoist priest was so angry that he jumped up. There was a faint feeling of smoke above his head, and his hands and feet were dancing irregularly.

After venting for a while, the old Taoist priest felt a little hungry and was immediately discouraged.

"Why is the secret of heaven already in chaos?"

"The Ming Dynasty obviously still has more than a hundred years of history, how could there be such a chaotic secret?"

The old Taoist priest felt that his life had been wasted. A few days ago, no matter how he divined, there was only one result. The Ming Dynasty was still in the process of vitality.

As for the hexagrams in the past few days, no matter how you divination, the results will be different.

So the old Taoist priest divined a hexagram for himself and found that the direction pointed by the hexagram was south, so he followed the guidance of the hexagram all the way south, but now he thought that the result of his divination was different.

There was nothing in the hexagram, so they guided him here and then ignored him?

The old Taoist priest suddenly felt like he was being played. He pointed at the sky and cursed: "God, you..."

Before he finished speaking, thunder exploded, and the clouds in the sky began to gather at a speed visible to the naked eye. This frightened the old Taoist priest so much that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"The Heavenly Lord is above, but this disciple's unscrupulous words offend the heavens. This disciple deserves to die, this disciple..."

The old Taoist priest kept thinking of his master's words before his death: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, but virtue stays behind!"

God was finally angry and wanted to bring trouble to him. This was really a disaster that came out of his mouth. He regretted not listening to his master's words.

The poor man's life is over!

But after waiting for a long time, there was only a swishing sound, and the occasional water droplets leaking from the tree trunks soaked the colorful patches on his back.

After waiting for a long time, there was no other movement. The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he was so angry that he pointed to the sky and shouted: "How dare you act like a poor Taoist? If it rains, it will rain. It's so big." Who does the noise scare?”

Before he finished speaking, a thunderbolt fell steadily on the big tree next to him, and fire suddenly burst out.

The big branch that was chopped turned into a raging fire in an instant. The man who stood upright immediately softened and knelt on the ground and kept mumbling.

Even if you are far away, you can still hear a little bit.

"Tianzun, please forgive me. I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore. I, I am..."

Qin Shang was about to prepare today's lunch, but when he raised his head, he saw that the sky suddenly turned dark, layers of rain clouds were gathering, and the slight warmth in the air was blown away in an instant.

It's very cold and wet against the skin. Even if you wear a lot of clothes, you will still be unbearable if you are blown by the wind.

Qin Fen couldn't help but tighten his collar and said, "Master, it's going to rain. Go home quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the raindrops fell, hitting the face a little softly, and the clothes were instantly wet.

Qin Fen didn't care much at this time. The last time the young master got sick was because he got caught in the rain. As a result, he fell ill and couldn't speak anymore. If it rained this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thunder sounded again, and a clear flash of lightning fell in the woods not far away.

At that moment, before Qin Shang could react, Qin Fen directly picked it up under his arm, picked it up and ran away.

"Your Majesty, the poor Taoist will never dare to do it again!!!"

Just when Qin Fen showed his head and was about to take a breath, thunder fell again in the distance, followed by a Taoist priest in ragged clothes running wildly and shouting something.

What's strange is that behind the Taoist priest, a thunderbolt fell directly, splitting the trees into charcoal.

This must be the second thunder that exploded in front of his eyes today, Qin Shang thought, and became very interested in this Taoist priest.

Lightning is a normal phenomenon, but it is rare to be chased and struck by lightning.

By the time the two different groups of people ran back to the city, the rain had already fallen heavily, splashing on the tile-roofed houses on the roadside. The raindrops played on the road, and the moist moisture seemed to penetrate into people's bones. .

Qin Fen tried his best and covered Qin Shang very well, but he couldn't bear the heavy rain and directly soaked Qin Shang.

This place is still some distance away from home. If we run all the way back, there is no guarantee that the young master will not catch the wind.

Qin Fen thought about the young master's body and immediately made an idea. Instead of heading towards the house, he headed towards another street.

Qin Shang was despised. After all, he was a rough man who practiced his family and was not gentle at all towards his children.

He waited until he reached his destination before his head fell to the ground in dizziness.

As soon as Qin Fen arrived at the place, he skillfully ordered: "Hurry up and get towels, hot water, and dry clothes!"

At this time, the old Taoist priest who was traveling with them also came in and saluted with his hands raised: "Excuse me, please borrow a place to rest!"

The people in the store had no time to care about him. Qin Shang became the only treasure, and everyone was busy surrounding him. By the time Qin Shang really woke up, everything was over.

He was wrapped in a clean sheet and wore nothing underneath. The roof of the room was obviously different from that at home. It was made of pure wood. The furnishings in the cabin were much simpler, including a small square table, stools, and a dressing table.

He didn't know if it was because he was caught in the rain and wind, but he felt that his body had not recovered, and it was more or less like a cold. I heard that colds in this era can easily kill people, so Qin Shang felt a little disgusted with colds.

It's so embarrassing to die because of a cold!

I stretched my muscles a little and was thinking about standing up and taking a few steps.

There was a sound of slightly hasty footsteps. Qin Li was wearing pure white coarse cloth clothes and holding a bowl of dark stuff in his hand. He was very surprised to see that his brother had already stood up.

"Shang'er, why don't you sleep more? You still have a fever!"

After asking, Qin Li couldn't help but patted his head and said, "Look at my memory, ugh!"

Qin Li sat next to Qin Shang and handed the bowl to Qin Shang's mouth. He was stunned when he drank it without hesitation. Although this medicine had some licorice added, it was still bitter. many.

"Now you have become much more well-behaved. When you were sick before, you refused to take medicine. My elder brother didn't care about you when he was dealing with family affairs. If he knew you would become like this, he would have given up the family property. If you continue to be unable to speak, how can you live up to your dead parents?"

Speaking of what happened next, something faintly shone in Qin Li's eyes. Today, he was obviously not as interested in talking as last time. He only said a few words and left. Qin Shang just stared blankly, showing no reaction except drinking medicine.

Qin Li went downstairs and went straight to the backyard. This inn was owned by the Qin family. In order to facilitate the Qin family to sort out old accounts and check the numbers, Qin Li specially gathered all the shopkeepers in the inn. The backyard is his own office. When he enters the door, all he can see are account books.

In the messy house, only the memorial tablet was clean. Qin Li walked in and knelt down in front of the tablet.

"Dad, mother, baby..."

A low moan got stuck in his throat, and he had to force himself not to make too much noise. He was the head of the family, so he couldn't show weakness in front of others. Outside, they were all the bosses of the family, so they couldn't let them hear.

Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes at some point. After holding back the incense, he climbed onto the bed exhausted, curled up in the corner of the bed holding the quilt, and occasionally his shoulders could be seen shaking slightly.

This is his last holy place.