Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 217【Visit】

  After that, Ah Huang and Ah Niu parted reluctantly.

   Ah Huang stayed where he was, motionless, quietly watching Liu A Niu and Fang Chang who were walking away.

It was not until the figures of the two people turned around the corner of the town that they could not be seen. He shook out his hair and turned to face the town with his back towards the sun. The owner would be anxious to find him if he had been away from home for too long. Liu Ahuang often saw the townspeople as if calling Like a child who is playing wildly away from home, call the watchdog at home, and give him a reprimand when he returns home.

  Here, Ah Niu and Fang Chang turned around the corner of the town together and walked northward around the outside of the town.

  A Niu was still immersed in the parting, silent.

   In front of it is the rolling Baigou River in the north of Huqiao Town. It originates from Yunzhong Mountain, goes southeast, and flows into the big river with different names for each section.

  Standing on the bank, looking at the river under his feet, Fang Chang smiled and said:

   "After more than ten years, when Ah Huang goes to look for you, he may have already transformed. You must not recognize it by then."

  A Niu was stunned for a moment, and a look of joy flashed across his face:

   "Master, are you saying that Ah Huang also found the opportunity to transform?"

"He has always been in the midst of an opportunity, and he only needs the last introduction." Fang Chang said, but he did not explain, but stood upright and looked far downstream of the river: "We have also reached the time of parting, Ah Niu .”

  A Niu bowed his head, bowed a few times, and said reluctantly, "Yes, Master."

   Fang Chang laughed out loud:

  "I have said many times that dependent origination and extinction are common things, and Tao is also in it, so there is nothing more to be sad than to move forward with joy."

  "You must know that everything in this world, whether grand or small, obstinate or spiritual, nothing is regressing, and nothing can last forever. It can only move forward with time."

   Then the master and apprentice separated.

A Niu walked down along the Baigou River. He told Fang Chang that he would buy a half-pitched land at the confluence of the Baigou River and the Dajiang River, and buy some farm tools and seeds. He would plant it himself without plowing cattle. , By the way, set up your home in a nearby village or small town, build a house and live on.

  Fang Chang deviated from the official road and headed south.

  He has already walked this road, and he is going to visit Ninghe Mansion first, then turn to the southwest, detour from the southern foot of Zongduan Mountain, and walk west along the ancient road.

   After thinking for a while, Fang Chang added a blindfold to himself, transformed himself into a charlatan.

In fact, the change is not big, but the conspicuous white clothes have become a little darker, the package and Lingquan sword have become a medicine box and a long flag, with two lines of words "hanging pot to help the world" and "magical doctor with wonderful hands" written on it, and on the gourd at the waist, There is also a square paper post, with the word "medicine" written on it.

  He plans to play tricks this time, use this appearance, walk through the village and town for a while, and get some new experiences.

   Anyway, there is no rush to go out this time, because the intended target is always there and will not run away. As for dressing up as a quack doctor, it's just a trick to find some novelty, and look at the passing world from a different perspective.

  The ultimate purpose of this trip is still because of the letter from Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande.

  They told Chang Fang in the letter that the culprits who disturbed the world this time have a training hall in each of the four directions of east, west, north, south, and are continuously training the enemy.

  Chang Fang is going to find a direction to look at first, and if possible, set up some obstacles for them. But this matter is not urgent, and the situation in the world still needs a lot of time to brew and operate.

   For a while, the real direction of the catastrophe is unclear.

  He wants to go to Ninghe Mansion first to see how Hu Yun is doing. After all, his old friend Zhang Shanshen entrusted him to him, so it is not good to ignore him too much.

  ...

   From Huqiao Town to Ninghe Mansion, it is still a small road, without a flat and wide official road, which is very difficult.

   But the ruggedness of the road is not a problem for the opponent's long legs.

  The appearance of Ninghe Mansion remains the same as before. It seems that the turmoil in the distance has not affected this place at all, and it is still lively and prosperous. The rammed-earth core city wall with the height of two-story houses is covered with a blue city brick skin, which is slightly inclined inward, making the city wall interface trapezoidal and very stable.

  The two soldiers guarding the gate lay lazily in the door opening, squinting at the passing pedestrians and vehicles, watching them throw the entrance fee into the bamboo basket next to them according to the agreed unified price.

  The city is still tidy and clean, although it is not as prosperous as Huqiao Town, a major transportation hub, but it has a special atmosphere.

  There are brick houses inside, and there are many shops along the street, and the eaves protrude towards the street. There are not many vendors in places that are not markets, and you can only meet them by chance along the way.

  Fang Chang followed the path in his memory and walked towards the school where Hu Yun was.

  The sun is slanting, and it is a good time to read.

  The voices in the school are loud, some are young and immature, some are mature and stable, and occasionally there are the voices of private school teachers explaining subtle words and great righteousness.

  Fang Chang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this quack-dressed man, so he started the state of "Why should we meet before?" He jumped up lightly, sat on the big tree he had been up to before, and peeked into the school. This big tree is luxuriant, beautiful in appearance, strong and strong, and obviously has many years, and it is more beautiful than autumn

  The weather is hot, and the windows in the school are all supported by poles, so that the inside can be ventilated and the desks are bright, but it is still not cool enough.

  He followed the source of the sound, and soon found Hu Yun, who was holding a thick book and reading it intently. During this period of time, the little fox's original temperament has changed a lot, gentle and elegant, really like a scholar.

  Fang Chang smiled, jumped off the tree, and lifted his body.

  Not far away is a market, where he and Hu Yun once bought Shuxiu.

  Walking slowly, the market was noisy at this time. Due to the management of the government, the stalls on the square open space were neatly lined up like grates, and there were a variety of food utensils, materials and utensils.

  He walked to a stall selling roast chicken and looked around.

   On the stall, the golden-yellow roasted chicken, with some traces of burnt edges, was placed on a large wooden board soaked in grease, without covering it, just exposed to the air.

   It seems that it has just come out of the oven, the roast chicken is steaming, and the aroma is far away, very attractive.

   "How to sell?"

   "Twenty-four renminbi a catty. They are tender roosters of this year. They are still hot just out of the oven. Come on, guest officer. It is an old shop with old craftsmanship, and the taste is absolutely delicious."

   "Well, wrap this one up for me."

  Fang Chang picked the fattest one and pointed it to the stall owner.

  The stall owner was very happy to see the business coming. He picked up the roast chicken Fang Chang selected with a big bamboo clip, wrapped it in a few pieces of straw paper, and tied it tightly with a straw rope, and then weighed it on the scale.

   "Look, it weighs eleven taels a catty, tall."

  The stall owner showed the star on the scale beam to Fang Chang, took a few breaths, and then slowly stopped, and handed the wrapped chicken to Fang Chang: "You can just give forty coins."

  He calculated quickly in his head, and even gave Fang Chang a change.

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  (end of this chapter)