Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

People who drank tea to shelter from the rain started chatting all over the world, from imperial examinations to harvests in the field, from weddings and funerals to price fluctuations, from court rumors to rivers and lakes, everyone was in high spirits, talking about the world and giving advice. country.

Very visual.

I used to fiddle with the keyboard in my previous life, just like them, Fang Chang thought with a smile in his heart.

After a while, I heard Duan Jin say in a loud voice:

"...It's also on this official road. A few months ago, I stayed in a mountain village at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain, but I encountered such a thing—"

After a long pause, seeing that everyone was looking at him, Duan Jin continued proudly:

"The mountain village usually depends on a stream beside the village for drinking. Not long before I went there, the stream stopped suddenly, and the people in that village almost lost their livelihood."

"Oh?" This matter aroused Liu Yuande's interest, and he asked, "But why?"

"Brother Liu, let me explain. The people in the village were panicked. Fortunately, a woodcutter once met an immortal in the mountains. He had no choice but to run out alone, and went to a cliff in the mountain to pray for an immortal."

"What are you talking about? Hey, he really asked for it!"

Seeing that all the people at the nearby tables turned their eyes, Duan Jin was even more excited. He almost danced on his seat:

"The immortal took him to visit the Yunzhongshan Mountain Temple first, and asked the mountain god that a powerful monster cut off the water source, and the mountain god tried to expel it but failed."

"In the end, the immortal took the woodcutter, asked the monster where the monster was, and killed it. He held the Qingfeng sword in his hand, twisted the formula, and the flying sword shuttled back and forth, but the pangolin monster's scales were hard. Can't break it."

"Then the two sides fought with each other. You came and I fought for a hundred rounds. Within a thousand feet, everything turned into a scorched earth swamp, and the brilliance of the spell turned half of the cloud mountain red!"

"Oh!" Everyone exclaimed.

"What happened later? Who won?" Yu Qingling asked.

"Of course that immortal is superior." Duan Jin said flirtatiously:

"His mana is so strong and profound that he had already suppressed the monster to retreat, but he took the opportunity to find a way to slip in through the gap in the monster's spell, and knocked out the pangolin monster with one punch."

"It's also very particular, just like dealing with armor. When a sharp weapon is difficult to break through the armor, the blunt weapon is used to penetrate the armor and hurt people with shocking force. The fairy punched the monster and smashed the monster. Hit until he vomited blood, and that almost ended it."

"Then, taking advantage of the monster's dizziness from being beaten, the immortal summoned a flying sword, put it on the pangolin's belly, and said majesticly, 'You beast, catch it before you let go!'"

"The monster was so startled by the roar that he woke up immediately. Seeing that he was held against his stomach by a sharp knife, he was so frightened that his soul was gone, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking."

"Why are you talking about it? Pangolins don't have scales on their stomachs to protect them. The most important thing is that they can't even curl up when they are held up by sharp blades. It can be said that they can be killed or cut at will."

"The immortal restrained the monster, and when he begged for mercy, he forced him to swear that he would never do evil again, so he spared the monster's life. The monster was so frightened that he ran down the mountain without looking back."

Those golden hands and feet were gesticulating, just like they were at the scene at that time.

Fascinated by the story, the audience asked one after another:

"Then why didn't the fairy head kill the monster directly? You shouldn't be merciful when subduing demons and eliminating demons."

Duan Jin was taken aback when he heard that, he scratched the back of his head, shook his head violently and said:

"Don't use human thoughts to speculate about immortals. As the saying goes, God has the virtue of loving life. The monster just did evil and never hurt anyone. Naturally, his life can be spared."

The crowd said again: "But that monster has a criminal record, what if it harms the world again?"

"There is no need to worry about that. The oath has been made, and the immortal will naturally supervise it. We can't just arrest a person and question him just because he might break the law..."

The people around were persuaded and nodded in agreement with a little confusion.

As the person involved, Fang Chang didn't feel embarrassed about the rumors that were completely out of shape and had developed into the original story, but listened with interest.

The only pity is that with such a wonderful plot, there are no melon seeds in hand to accompany it, or even a melon is good.

While chatting, they asked Xia Xianren's surname and where he lived.

It's a pity that Duan Jin only heard about it once, so I can't remember it. Maybe his surname is Yuan?

Everyone expressed their regrets, and then changed to other topics.

"...But there was a scholar in Yangzhou who had stewed a chicken at home. He was sitting at the table and was about to eat it. Suddenly, grief came from it. He stood in front of the table and made a eulogy saying: "The chicken has five virtues. It’s inevitable that you’ll be hit by a single knife, and you’ll be treated as a coffin if you eat inside my stomach, woo hoo—alas!’, then turned around and shouted to the outside of the room, ‘Lady! Pound another clove of garlic!’…”

"……Ha ha ha ha……"

"...In our Xingqing Mansion, there are two gentlemen surnamed Jian who are highly respected, but half of the disciples we teach are extraordinary, and half of them are extremely stubborn, and we can't see why they are so."

"However, the two of them, Mr. Jian, are the only good teachers in the mansion who can stand up to the stage. This year, almost all the candidates in the mansion's ranking list are from their sect. This makes the famous people in the mansion entangled. Should my children be sent to study, or should they not be sent to study..."

"...I'm also entangled, it's like betting money, who can bear it..."

"...It's just..."

The wind is picking up outside.

The thin autumn rain gradually subsided, and the thick dark clouds dispersed through the gaps, and the golden sunlight passed through and sprinkled down, dyeing the dark-colored earth after the rain with bright mottled patches.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the tea shed stopped talking, packed their bags and horses, and prepared to start again. The owner of the tea stall began to clean up the dishes and wipe the table, ready to welcome the guests behind.

Everyone wants to make a living, or have their own goals. The delay due to rain this time just provided some time for adjustment and adjustment. After the rain stopped, we still had to go our separate ways.

Fang Chang had light and little luggage, and had nothing to tidy up, so he got up first and walked out of the tea shed.

He didn't want to spend too much time on the people behind him, especially when the two protagonists of the catastrophe existed, so he used his foot strength and walked forward quickly.

In the eyes of the people behind him, the person who stayed in the corner with the soap robe and silver hairpin, who was easily ignored, walked away quickly like a stroll in the garden, and after a while, only a small spot in the distance remained.

There is no trace on the slightly muddy official road.

No half footprints.

"A master..."

Some people sighed when they saw this situation, and then continued to groom their horses.

At this time, a loud shout made everyone look at the speaker.

"I see!!!"

Everyone saw Duan Jin, the bold Jiang Hu, squatting on the ground and regretfully saying: "I remember! I remember! The real fairy in Yunzhong Mountain is called Fang Chang!"

Thank you Roze, Song of the Foil Sword for the reward