Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 84

Lu Mingfei set up a stall not because he was short of money, or because he was too idle.

It may seem like a joke, but it is indeed the best method of cultivating the mind in Kyushu, also known as the world of mortals refining the mind.

There are many specific ways, or become a salesman, or a fortune teller, or simply find an obscure place like Lu Mingfei to set up a stall to sell something, the key point is to abandon your reserve and pride as a warrior, and fall into the world Hang out with ordinary people in the middle of the world, experience the ups and downs of all living beings, and use this as food to help your mind grow.

There was also a child of four or five years old who chatted with a sloppy beggar on the street for an afternoon, and then ten years later, when the child had forgotten what he had done many years ago, a handsome man in white clothes came to the door , When I saw myself who had just come back from the field, I laughed and said thank you, my little friend, for the three subjects of soybeans that came to the gate that year.

Only now do you know that the slovenly beggar ten years ago turned out to be a martial arts senior with a refined heart in the world of mortals.

At that time, he was only inhuman, but now that the world of mortals has passed his training, the beggar has entered the outer world.

There are many similar stories in Kyushu, and the root of this story lies in the method of refining the mind in the world of mortals, but there are very few warriors who have the courage to use this method to cultivate their minds.

First of all, most of the warriors who choose to refine their minds in the world of mortals have aspirations, and they are high-ranking martial arts masters or elders. You want him to give up his face and not to do the most humble work in the world. there's a few.

Secondly, it is compared with the orthodox method of spiritual cultivation, such as calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony, rhythm, Go, etc. Although the speed of refining the mind in the world of mortals is faster, but you use the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of all beings to sharpen your mind. You are advancing by leaps and bounds, but you have already lost your true self. In the end, you really became a woodcutter and shopkeeper who hangs out in the world of mortals.

Lu Mingfei is naturally not afraid of getting lost, his martial arts will is consistent, and he will not give up until he becomes a martial artist, so how can he really end up as a peddler in order to die.

Besides, even being a peddler is not a shameful job in Lu Mingfei's eyes. How many people can he meet every day? clean.

Live up to the heaven and earth at the top, and have no conscience at the bottom, so where is the lowliness?

In the past few days, when he realized that his xinxing cultivation base could no longer keep up with martial arts, Lu Mingfei started to prepare the method of refining the heart in the world of mortals. In fact, it is very simple. It's a pity to throw away his calligraphy exercises these days, and it happens to be dealt with by using the world of mortals to refine his mind.

Counting up to 600 years, there was a guy named Tang Bohu who sold calligraphy and paintings in exchange for wine money, and he, Lu Mingfei, didn’t need money to buy wine. As for a treasure, as long as Lu Mingfei thinks it is suitable, he can take whichever word he sees objectively.

Not for the sake of money, Ming Fei is free and easy. Most of the stalls on Ziyang Street are old objects, or dolls made of white porcelain, glass strings, and beads engraved with hundreds of family names and twelve zodiac signs. Most of the people who stopped were young girls, picking together a piece in twos and threes, spelling out a name and happily buying it, it should be given to the boy he likes, hehe, thinking about the eyes of the sweetheart can't hide it from others.

Lu Mingfei didn't practice calligraphy either, so he just sat on the saddle and looked around, smiling and laughing, it was really interesting, but there were two people over there who were arguing over a thread-bound book, one of them explained that the Chao Dynasty was terrible, and the other said that you should blow it 50 years broke the sky.

It’s rare to see calligraphy sellers on Ziyang Street. These days, people don’t use fountain pens, but ballpoint pens, or even pencils that can be used after sharpening.

Lu Mingfei's thinking makes sense. The times are advancing. Thousands of years ago, ancestors still carved characters on stones. Later, they changed the bamboo slips. This is what Xuefu Wuche said. After careful calculation, maybe five carts can't fit on the bamboo slips. The amount of information is not as good as a Xinhua dictionary today.

So should I also practice pen calligraphy?
Lu Mingfei thought.

"Boss, how do you sell this word?"

A cat-like soft voice said so.

Another questioner came.

"Girl, look here, it's written."

Lu Mingfei pointed at the wooden sign.

Unexpectedly, the tall ponytail who was squatting in front of the booth raised his head, and did not look at the wooden sign, but frowned delicately and said with enthusiasm.

"Girl? Boss, tell me clearly, which one is the girl!"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

This man was wearing a black windbreaker with dust in several places. He was carrying a huge guitar and a suit. The figure squatting there was as petite as a cat carrying a big cardboard box. His long hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, revealing the snow. Normally fair neck, shining in the sun in the morning of May.

Whoever comes, doesn't have to call a girl.

But seeing this person's soft and delicate facial features showing displeasure, it made people puzzled again.

After all, where did the girl get her Adam's apple.

"Look carefully!"

Let this man stand up, the line from the throat to the collarbone looks like a ballerina girl who has worked hard to practice the basic skills. It is said that girls who learn to dance have a good figure and good temperament, and it seems that boys are the same.

"Tsk, this brother!"

Lu Mingfei cupped his fists.

"I think he must be a good player in Swan Lake."

"Swan Lake?"

The girl with the high ponytail oh no the boy frowned, scratched his face, and the meat he pinched was as soft as milk jelly.

"what is this?"

He didn't worry about it, probably because he mentioned something sad, he sighed.

"Hey, Boss, can you understand the complicated mood of being stared at by fellow men with frightened and hesitant eyes every time you go to the bathroom?"

Lu Mingfei gave him advice.

"Maybe, you can change your mind."

"Change your mind?"

"Since going into the men's bathroom will cause trouble."

"Why don't you go next door?"

Gao Ponytail suddenly realized.

"Makes sense!"

"Don't, don't!"

Lu Mingfei waved his hands again and again.

"Don't take it seriously when I'm joking, don't look for me if you get hit later."

"Of course."

The high ponytail is full of heroism, and it really looks like Mu Guiying's heroine on the stage.

No, it's a man, a man.

"I said it was taught by Yan Luo."

"Oh, Yan Luo."

Lu Mingfei smiled kindly like an old man basking in the sun in the corner of the old well alley.

"Brother, why did you suddenly mention this person?"

"Well, isn't it written on the signature?"

Gao ponytail pointed to the copybook.

"Yes, yes."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"It's hard for an earthen pot to break away from the mouth of the well, and the general will inevitably die in battle."

He carefully read the words on the paper.

It is clearly a soft, waxy and warm voice, but how can it be said that the sentence on the battlefield also shows a sonorous and cold passionate spirit.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to smell a familiar scent on this person.

"very nice."

Gao Ponytail said.

"That's a really good word."

He looked at Lu Mingfei with eyes like the sun shining on the pond.

The words she spoke were as crisp as a little cat scratching.

"I want."

"Boss, how do you sell it?"

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(End of this chapter)