Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 93 [Obvious and lame temptation]

   "Mr. Zhu."

  As soon as he went out, a group of people came to meet him. After seeing the burly man, the young man surrounded by the group immediately called him to stop, and bowed his hands and said:

   "I was looking for Mr., but I didn't expect to meet him outside the door."

  The big man known as Mr. Zhu, seeing the person coming from the opposite side, pretended to laugh heartily and said: "Ha, it turns out to be Mr. Lu, please come in and wait a while, I will come as soon as I go."

  The pedestrians didn't all go in, but left most of the servants outside the house, waiting for them at any time. Only the young man surrounded by them and a man dressed as a coachman entered the house and sat down.

  The big man has a name that he often feels ashamed of.

  Zhu Chunhua.

  When he and his companions were passing through a small official town, they happened to meet two noble sons who failed to seek immortality, so they acted together, each eyeing one, and followed them all the way.

  The pigeon was fine with Qiuyue, and caught up with that Song Hongye, and now he has already succeeded, and successfully climbed up. And Zhu Chunhua, the wild boar spirit, was still attacking Lu Yangcheng. He had just seen the dawn of success, and his progress was more than a little bit behind his companions.

  Zhu Chunhua shook her head, dispelling the thoughts in her mind.

  Being in the same group as this competitive pigeon spirit at the booth is often a good thing and saves worry, but sometimes it makes me very uncomfortable, such as being always urged, and the other party completely ignores the reality here and my own arrangements.

  He went to the counter to fetch a pot of hot tea, and returned to the house.

   This is an inn, and Zhu Chunhua lives in a Tianzihao room on the second floor.

   Originally, he couldn't afford to live in a house, but after he got in touch with Lu Yangcheng and gained trust, the other party paid for it. The room on the second floor is spacious and bright, clean and quiet, with high-end furnishings and complete appliances, and the living experience is a bit better.

   "Oh, I kept Mr. Lu waiting for a long time." Entering the room, Zhu Chunhua said to the two people inside. They were standing by the window, watching the few words he wrote just now.

  Lv Yangcheng turned around and praised Zhu Chunhua who was putting the teapot on the table:

   "Mr. Zhu is good at calligraphy."

   Zhu Chunhua blushed a little when he said this, but luckily he is not only tall, but also dark-faced, so you can't tell.

  The coachman next to him came forward, took the large blue and white porcelain teapot he had just brought in, and poured tea for the three of them respectively.

  The ink on the paper in front of the window is still wet, and a few lines of words are "following the mortals and rebelling against the immortals in one thought", "crossing the world for millions of years", "how can we get happiness? Only by seeking longevity".

  The three sentences were confusing and irrelevant, and even because of Zhu Chunhua's lack of skills, the writing was a bit sloppy, but Lu Yang Cheng liked it from the bottom of his heart.

  Every word and every sentence hits Lu Yangcheng's impression of cultivation in his heart, touches an itching spot, makes him feel that he has met the right person, and deepens his determination.

  Unhappy, even the scribbled strokes became "free and easy, informal" in his heart.

  After a few words of humility to each other, Lu Yangcheng straightforwardly stated his intention:

   "Mr. Zhu, I have booked a banquet at the Maode Building, and I would like to invite you to honor me."

   "Young Master Lu is out of money." Zhu Chunhua quickly waved his hand.

   "It's my honor to be able to listen to my master's teachings."

   "The young master is talented and intelligent, and he draws inferences from one instance, so it can only be called 'communication', not 'teaching'..."

The two sides boasted to each other, walked out of the Anyuan Inn, and walked outside. As the high-end industries in the city, both were in the most prosperous street, very close to each other, so Lu Yangcheng temporarily left the carriage at the Anyuan Inn. , and Mr. Zhu walked to the nearby Maode Building.

  This restaurant is three stories high, with a few red lanterns hanging from the corners of the eaves.

   For them, remembering the local big family and acquaintances in the store is a basic skill. As a top local dude, Lu Yangcheng's consumption level is high enough, so he is naturally remembered by these professional shop assistants.

   "Mr. Lu, welcome, please come inside—"

  The voice was high-pitched and slightly tactful, but Lu Yang was too prejudiced and used to it.

   Zhu Chunhua had never experienced such a scene before, so she was a little excited.

   "Upstairs, please—"

  The best seats are of course on the top floor, but it is not a private room, but a private seat separated by a screen, avoiding the noise downstairs.

  The windows are open, and the wind at high places is slightly stronger than that at the flat bottom, blowing in brings a burst of coolness, which is very comfortable. Looking out from the window, there is almost no shelter, and the view is wide, which makes people feel comfortable.

  When several people were seated at the table, the table was already covered with cold dishes, and Lu Yangcheng poured wine for Zhu Chunhua himself: "Mr. Zhu, Yang Cheng will toast you first."

   "I am ashamed to receive it."

"Mr. Zhu just needs to tell me more stories about the immortals. Yang Cheng has loved this matter the most these years. He traveled all over the state and couldn't find it, but he never thought that he would run into him by chance. Work hard."

  In Long'an Mansion, although Lu Yangcheng has no close friends, he has a few ordinary friends.

  Among them was a scholar named Zhou Qing.

  Before he and Song Hongye also learned about the immortality in Yun Zhongshan from Zhou Qing. But for Mr. Zhu in front of him, after Zhou Qing learned about it, he kept admonishing Lu Yangcheng: Mr. Zhu's origin is unknown, although he has magic power, it's better not to trust him lightly.

  For Zhou Qing, Lu Yangcheng has always been quite convinced, so the other party's advice has more or less been heard in his heart.

  Thus, although Zhu Chunhua kept revealing signs of possessing magic spells in details and tried to seduce Lu Yangcheng, it took a long time before the other party really let go of his doubts and was ready to take the bait.

   After clinking glasses with Mr. Lu, Zhu Chunhua made up a story to tell him.

It is nothing more than a concubine who is usually bullied, and suddenly one day he has a secret book in his hand, and he has a successful practice and powerful mana. Throwing in one's arms, merchants and mine owners' offerings, endless joy, etc.

   "Here comes the hot food!"

  The foreman led all the shop assistants, holding plates and bowls, and filed in.

"Crystal Duck, Garlic Steamed Elbow, Fugui Whitebait, Dasixi Meatballs, Braised Chicken Nuggets with Mountain Mushrooms, Refreshing Tofu, Pan-fried Lotus Root, Mushu Pork, the dishes are all ready, everyone, please take it slow, please order if you have anything to do —!”

   After reporting the name of the dish fluently, the head waiter bowed slightly, then retreated to the stairs, indicating that he was ready to greet him at any time.

   Lu Yangcheng stepped aside:

   "Let's use it, Mr. Zhu, let's use it, the chef in Maode Building is quite skilled."

   "Thank you, Mr. Lu, let's go together." Zhu Chunhua moved his chopsticks and took the lead in picking up a large piece of pork knuckle.

  He is a wild boar spirit, and this family pig is only a distant relative. What's more, the spirits often regard the monster race as the same kind, not the original race, so Zhu Chunhua doesn't shy away from it at all, and eats it quite deliciously.

  Push the cup to change the cup, drink for three rounds.

  At this time, Lu Yangcheng asked the core of this time: "I don't know if Mr. Zhu...is he still willing to accept disciples?"

   Thank you Wangu Chenfeng, Qingquan_Daoke for your reward.

  (end of this chapter)