I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

clang! clang! clang……

The long bell reverberated, waking up the sleeping capital.

The old Juren from the Chunfenglou crossing the night ran out half-wrapped in a long gown, and had to spend money at a later time. When he went out, he saw the people rushing to work and spit and cursed.

"Mudlegs deserve to be exhausted!"

Wandering in the street with nothing to do, meeting familiar literati, chatting and narrating together.

Aspirations are hard to pay, and I feel resentful.

It is always unavoidable to say that people's hearts are not ancient, and the harm of machines is endless, and then they miss the early days of the founding of the country when literati ruled the world.

He immediately hid his face and ran away, not forgetting to turn around and say hello.

"I had a great conversation with my brother, let's talk again in the Spring Breeze Tower tonight!"

at the same time.

Ningde Square.

Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep, waved his cuffs, and crystal clear orbs rolled out.

Sweeping across the Kunlun Cave with her spiritual sense, Lingshen Doll has already started to take care of the elixir, she nodded very satisfied, such a good migrant worker is rare in the world.

"Cultivate two hundred years of penance, stop in the common world for a period of time, and relax your mind."

Zhou Yi came to the courtyard and cleaned it up yesterday. He cut two pieces of jujube trees and grape vines from the millennium and planted them in the courtyard. It will return to the appearance of a thousand years ago in a few years.

Burn a fire, cook, and recite Buddhist and Taoist classics.

When he went out, he glanced at the Taoist robe on his body, waved his hand and changed into a brocade gown, humming a ditty that boys and girls are forbidden to listen to, and came to the shop he bought yesterday.

Facing the street, on the second floor, there is a small courtyard behind the house.

Originally, it was a bank business. As the Kunlun Company was responsible for printing and minting coins and expanding its bank account business, large and small banks closed down in batches.

The former owner is nostalgic and yearning for the old, and the left and right shops have been built into three or four-story buildings. Only he is unwilling to renovate the store style of a hundred years ago, and insists on the ancestral business in the rolling tide, and eventually loses his family!

The store was empty, and the counters were all moved out to sell off the bills, but it was easy to clean up.

Zhou Yi drew some drawings according to his memory, found a carpenter's shop on the street, and ordered a batch of tables, chairs and benches.

The second floor was originally a private box of a bank, which was responsible for receiving wealthy businessmen. Masons were invited to dismantle it and re-build it, and converted it into a dozen or so guest houses.

Half a month later.

After a thousand years, a tavern reopened.

There are eight square tables on the first floor, and the store only sells alcohol, and guests are required to bring their own snacks.

Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, looking down at the Taoist scriptures, comprehending the Taoism, and greeting guests when they came.

"Pear blossoms are white, one or two and one pot!"

Ningde Fang belongs to the second and third ring area of ​​the capital city, and it is only two squares away from the imperial palace. There are many wealthy families living in the surrounding area. However, no one with money wants to be taken advantage of by the newly opened unknown wine shop.

It was approaching noon.

Zhou Yi was drowsy, thinking about closing his business and going home to sleep, when a voice came.

"Sir, come to a pot of Lihuabai."

Following the voice, the person who spoke was an old man in a long gown, his white hair was not messed up at all, he was wearing a square scarf, and he was leaning on a dragon-headed cane in his left hand.

"please sit down."

Zhou Yi took the pre-made porcelain bottle, opened the wine vat, filled it with two wine raisins, and placed it respectfully on the old man's table.

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Old man Chen Chengye, I don't know what your name is?"

Zhou Yi adhered to the idea that people must wear condoms when they are floating in the rivers and lakes, and said: "Men are not expensive, my surname is Sun Mingwu, I can't be a gentleman, just call me Shopkeeper Sun."

"So it's Shopkeeper Sun."

A gleam of disappointment flashed in Chen Chengye's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Sun, don't be self-effacing, I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have never seen someone like you."

Zhou Yi asked in surprise, "What does it look like?"

"Shopkeeper Sun doesn't look like a stranger, but like the god enshrined in that temple."

Chen Chengye said that he poured himself and drank it himself. The pear blossom white tasted mellow and fragrant, but it was soft and not spicy when it entered the stomach. Aftertaste for a long time, he praised.

"Good wine!"

"As long as the guest officer is satisfied."

After Zhou Yi returned to the counter, he pondered over Chen Chengye's words carefully, and realized that his dusty aura became more and more obvious as he retreated for a long time.

"Since you have entered the mundane world, you should be like the light!"

The breath quickly fell silent, and the mana was sealed into the dantian, leaving only the cold temperament that needs to be tempered for a period of time in the world of mortals before it can be completely dissipated.

"You have to change even if you read the books."

Zhou Yi put away the Buddhist and Taoist classics, took out a book of illustrated stories, and read it with relish.

After Chen Chengye finished his drink, he came to the counter to pay the bill. Seeing the book, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Shopkeeper Sun, can Mr. Chen pass this book?"

"certainly."

Zhou Yi collected the silver dollars and handed over the script.

Chen Chengye carefully identified it and determined that it has a history of at least 1,500 years, which can be traced back to the middle period of the Daqian Dynasty. What's more rare is that it is in good condition and is a rare antique in the world.

"Shopkeeper Sun, what is the source of your words?"

"It is passed down from the ancestors."

Zhou Yi said: "If the guest officer likes it, I will sell you for a price."

Chen Chengye was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously thought it was a hoax, and checked page by page to make sure there was no problem, and asked tentatively.

"How about five thousand taels?"

"Okay, but you have to promise me one condition."

Zhou Yi said: "I would like to trouble the guest to buy a batch of scripts. It doesn't need to be a single copy of ancient books, as long as the stories are interesting."

"make a deal!"

When Chen Chengye came in and took a look at it, he felt that Zhouyi was not like ordinary people, but now it is indeed so, a good book is better than gold and silver, which is quite the style of the ancients.

"This Pear Blossom White is a superb product. The next time Chen brings friends to taste it, but there is wine but no meat, and the wine is useless. Shopkeeper Sun quickly recruits a cook."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "If you are destined, you will come."

"The shopkeeper is really a wonderful person, and recruiting the cook is so interesting."

Chen Chengye took out the five thousand taels of cash, asked Zhou Yi for a wooden box, hugged it in his arms and happily left.

Zhou Yi took out a story book from his cuff, and continued to flip through it. Reading these stories again after a thousand years would not feel melancholy.

"The author, Pindao, recognizes him. Back then, he used pills to urge him to change, but now the grass on his grave is three feet high!"

...

the next day.

When Zhou Yi came out of Kunlun Cave, the sun was already three poles high, and he was looking for something to eat along the street.

Take this opportunity to say hello to your neighbors. In the next few decades or hundreds of years, you will probably attend the funerals of them and their children and grandchildren.

When I came to the tavern near noon, I found four carriages parked outside the door, and a few old men in long gowns stood beside them.

The leader was Chen Chengye, and the others were dressed similarly, with square scarves, round-neck gowns, and walking sticks. Among them was an old man in a green shirt, with an impatient expression on his face, he took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket, flipped it open to check the time.

"Shopkeeper Sun is here."

"Waiting, waiting."

Zhou Yi hurriedly opened the store door and invited several elderly people to sit down.

Chen Chengye introduced them one by one, and the names sounded bluffing, such as the honorary dean of Zhaowen Academy, the sponsor of a certain poetry club, and the leader of a certain literati assembly.

Zhou Yi immediately understood who these old men were. They probably hadn't caught up with the times or were unwilling to change, but their ancestors had a profound heritage and owned a lot of gold, silver and land.

Lu Bo, who likes to open and close the gold pocket watch, sat down and stood up again, carefully observing the tables, chairs and benches, and repeatedly praised.

"Shopkeeper Sun's family has a long history. This desk and chair is quite ancient. If Lu is not mistaken, it should be the style of Daqian thousands of years ago!"

Go ahead and write another chapter.

I don’t dare to read comments these days, but readers, don’t worry, the plot of the city’s cultivation of immortality will not be staged, and I can’t write it...

About the time the technology has been up to now, the initial recovery of spiritual energy has begun.

The protagonist is an immortal old monster who must have gone through many different eras. Technology is just one of the short-lived innumerable years. The plot of this book has just begun.