Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Everyone rushed out of the tea shed to see where the immortal was going.

Everyone stared wide-eyed before noticing the moving figure in the distance. If they don't look carefully, they will even ignore it. Combined with the name and the strength of the opponent's feet, they will be 90% convinced of this matter.

Someone smiled at Duan Jin who was squatting: "You are a fairy who doesn't know each other face to face..."

Someone else made up for it in hindsight: "I just discovered that the person sitting in the corner is different from us, definitely not an ordinary person!"

Someone also tried to comfort him: "There's no need to care too much, it's just that we people don't have a chance..."

Noisy room, very lively.

Almost everyone ran out of the shed, even the tea stall owner ran out, only Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande did not move.

They sat at the same table with Fang Chang just now, and now everyone ran out, leaving only the two of them sitting at the same table.

Yu Qingling is a Jianghu girl, more cheerful.

She smiled at Liu Yuande and said:

"I heard that there are immortals in the world since I was a child, but I didn't expect to meet them face to face, but I found that this immortal looks very young."

"Women's words are ridiculous." The scholar Liu Yuande shook his head vigorously, disapproving.

He thought about his words, and said to the female hero opposite: "There are rumors that immortals can live forever, and their appearance is not old. There are also rumors that immortals can rejuvenate their youth."

"So, the one just now, although he looks like a young man, if he is really a fairy, no one can tell how old he is."

Persuaded by the scholar, Yu Qingling said with a smile: "What brother said is true, immortals really can't measure their age by their appearance."

Then, she cupped her hands towards the scholar opposite:

"Re-acquainted, my younger sister Yu Qingling, a Yangzhou native, has been wandering in the rivers and lakes, and this trip is to go to Xingqing Mansion to join Uncle."

Liu Yuande quickly returned the gift and said:

"Xia Liu Yuande, a native of Xingqing Mansion, has returned from a study tour in Long'an Mansion, and is about to return home to prepare for the exam."

"Haha, then it's just on the way, let's continue together?"

"my pleasure."

When the two of them packed their luggage and walked out of the tea shed, the clouds and mist had cleared in the sky outside, revealing the blue sky washed by the rain, and the sun shone down, shining a rainbow across the sky.

Duan Jin, the quack outside the tea shed, had a look of disappointment on his face. He still didn't recover, but he also started to clean up his mentality and walked on the official road with everyone.

The road is muddy after the rain, and the road is not easy to walk, but the trees and grass on both sides are watered by the rain, and they are all green, the air is fresh and pleasant, and the Daiyuan Mountain is even more beautiful.

The group of people went back on the road, chatting with each other, and the suspected immortal just now was naturally the focus of attention.

Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande chatted very well, and they quickly became acquainted.

After talking about an interesting story when he was studying, he heard people around him still discussing the matter of meeting a fairy just now, Liu Yuande said to the heroine next to him: "It is said that there are not only fairies in this world, but also many monsters, but I came to this world twenty years ago. Zai, I have never seen a fairy or a demon, it was really an eye-opener just now."

The chivalrous woman Yu Qingling laughed: "I'm the same as Brother Liu. I've never seen a demon or a fairy, but I know a lot of those masters in the Jianghu. They are far worse than the rumors."

"Maybe monsters and gods are the same. They are not as different as in the story. Maybe they are just like the person just now. They are calm and wandering around the world."

As she spoke, she casually broke off a bamboo branch from a lonely bamboo on the side of the road, and played with it in her hand.

Liu Yuande also came over from the side, took a closer look at the bamboo, and then, together with Yu Qingling, followed the large army in front.

"Brother Liu, why are you looking at that bamboo like that?"

"It grows very well, and the more you look at it, the more pleasing it is. I just thought that it would be good to cut it down and make it into a flute or a flute."

"However, it is not easy for a single bamboo to grow in this remote place. Considering that it is difficult to grow, let's forget it. Maybe there will be another bamboo forest here."

"Brother Liu really thinks so far, my little sister admires..."

The two praised each other and walked away from the official road.

They didn't notice at all, when Liu Yuande said that he wanted to make Xiao and flute, the bamboo behind him shook three times.

This bamboo really grows abruptly, there is no one of its kind around, it is full of weeds, shrubs and trees, only this two-finger-thick emerald bamboo stuck on the side of the road is quite different.

"Human beings are terrible..."

Bamboo thought to himself.

It is the bamboo spirit that escaped in the bamboo forest on the slope of Yunzhong Mountain.

Since coming down from the mountain, the bamboo spirit has been walking day and night for two months, and after wandering around the world for a few times, she came here.

It is still intact after several months down the mountain, mainly because it is still clever and knows how to avoid people. Moreover, it has mastered the method of thinning, from the strongest cub in the bamboo forest to a small bamboo two fingers thick by the side of the road, so that it does not attract attention.

Now it is resting here, preparing to continue westward at night.

Unexpectedly, after a few months, Anwen let him relax his vigilance, and even stationed on the side of the road. In the end, he suffered a disaster, a branch and leaf were cut off, and some people said that he would cut himself off and make a flute and a piccolo.

Why is bamboo life so difficult? Is there no pure land in this vast land?

Filled with grievances, the bamboo saw that there was no one in front of the official road, so it quietly pulled up from the soil, ran a few feet into the nearby woods, and then gathered its branches and leaves to continue resting.

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The place where Fang Chang lived before was not far from Yunzhong Mountain, in a small mountain village under the administration of Xingqing Mansion.

It took him a lot of time to travel up the mountain, stop and go, to cross Xingqing Mansion and come to Yunzhong Mountain, and he also spent all the little savings from the seller after giving birth.

Now that he is going down the mountain to look for opportunities, Fang Chang is going to go back and look at the place where he lived before.

From Yunzhongshan to Xingqing Mansion, you need to pass through Huaifeng Mansion, then go west along the official road from Huaifeng Mansion to Xingqing Mansion, and walk westward for dozens of miles from Xingqing Mansion to reach the initial town.

During this section of the journey, Huaifeng Mansion is a must pass.

From the chats of passers-by, I learned that Huaifeng Mansion and Long'an Mansion are both richer and more prosperous than Ninghe Mansion.

Some said it was because this ancient official road had never entered the city of Ninghe Mansion, and lacked the power of Fengshui to make money. Others said that it was because in history, Ninghe Mansion often had floods, which made Ninghe Mansion's family fortune not rich.

Not concerned about this, Fang Chang took a sip of the sorghum wine in the bamboo tube and looked at the city wall in front of him.

The entrance fee is the same as that of Ninghe Mansion, which is a copper coin, but after a long period of time, the county government earns a considerable amount in this regard.

After weighing all kinds of copper coins in the bag, he walked into an inn by the street:

"Shopkeeper, come to a room."

"Okay, sir, are you sharp?"

"No need for now, just give me a room first."

The shopkeeper was very familiar with the business and didn't need to register, but after receiving the deposit, he called the shop assistant to take Fang Chang upstairs.

The room assigned to Fang Chang is on the second floor of the house facing the street. The sunlight is very bright. The light passes through the wavy tulle curtains, casting slightly blurred stripes of light and shadow on the table floor and wall cabinets.

After pressing the bed, it felt soft.

Fang Chang sat in front of the table and chair by the window for a while, then got up, ready to go to see the scene in the market.

Xie Qian condolences, incompetent Daoist, and Sha Jianzhi for rewarding.