Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 1
In late spring and March, the summer heat has not yet arrived, and the weather is still a bit cool.

The afternoon sun passed through the gate and slanted down on the person. It was so warm that one didn't want to move.

Meng Qiu leaned on the counter with his left hand, propped his head up, and gently stroked the lying li slave with his right hand.Seeing the little guy sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but yawned.

It was just after [-], and I wanted to write more Braille to earn a little money, and when I was tired, I fell on the table and crossed to this town in a daze.

It seems that four thousand days are the limit of the human body, and it is not a lie.

This world is a place similar to the ancient Chinese society. The language, writing and even culture are similar with minor differences; the mountains, rivers, geography, and even celebrities all overlap; even the historical trends are similar.

It's just a subtle change, and it's easy to go wrong. Before he explored it carefully, he stopped here, ready to move his camera, to see if he would get a job in the future or make some inventions.

When Meng Qiu came, he was back to the age of sixteen or seventeen years old, not to mention his face was much more immature, and his long hair seemed to hang down over his shoulders, which didn't look special at all.

More than a month has passed now, there is no system, no adventures, and no accidents.

At the beginning, I really didn’t get used to it. As the days grew longer, I treated it as a vacation, and my life was leisurely. The sun rises at three poles, and the moon hangs on the treetops to sleep.

Although the details of the development of the dynasties are not the same, the shallow historical knowledge is useless.

However, Meng Qiu could read numbers and characters, and he behaved calmly at a young age, with a bit of self-confidence. He could always impress the ancients, so he successfully found a job that included food, lodging, and wages.

It was late at this moment, the meal time had passed for a while, and there was not a single guest in the whole building.The shopkeeper came out from the backyard with a pot of tea and a plate of dried fruit.

Seeing the guy sleeping secretly in a corner, he put on a straight face, stepped forward and kicked him, and scolded, "You bastard, you know how to be lazy all day long!"

The roar was a bit loud, and the little raccoon slave trembled in fright. Meng Qiu quickly sat up straight and patted him lightly, finally calming him down.

Looking back, the shopkeeper had already changed his smiling face, put the things in his hand on the dining table, and said, "Mr. Meng, the weather is still cold, I made a pot of good tea, come and taste it."

Meng Qiu picked up Li Nu with both hands, walked around the counter, and sat on the stool, not at all polite.

The shopkeeper laughed, turned around and glared again, scolding: "I don't have any vision, why don't you come over and pour tea for Mr. Meng?"

"Master, you don't need to be so polite." Meng Qiu waved his hand and said, "Anyway, I'm free now. If Brother Xu is interested, how about we recognize the characters we practiced earlier?"

The shopkeeper was not embarrassed when he saw through his mind. He first gestured to the waiter with his eyes, then turned the teacup over, poured it [-]% full, pushed it to the opposite side, and said with a sigh:
"I don't expect Chao'er to be able to take the merit test. As long as I know a few more words, it's better than me, except for counting and memorizing the name, and everything else is blind. Is it much better?
The characters he can recognize will be taught to his son in the future, and the son will pass it on to his grandson. Each generation will know a few more characters. Maybe God will take a fancy to him and make a scholar. "

Meng Qiu nodded and said, "That's the reason. If one generation is really stronger than the next generation, there will always be a chance to stand out."

After more than a month of contact, I also learned that there are not many literate people in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to pick one out of a hundred, and most of them can also write a name and record an item.

There are not many in the whole town who have read "The Analects" and "Mencius" like him; and there are not many Tang poems and Song Ci that can be recited.No wonder they didn't even check the directions, so many people rushed to invite them.

So much so that he chose to work as a bookkeeper in the only restaurant and inn in this town. Many people were puzzled, or thought it was a quirk of scholars.

Meng Qiu took a sip from the teacup and nodded slightly. Although the taste was mediocre, it was much better than the broken tea dregs that the shopkeeper usually drank, which showed that he had put his heart into it.

The guy entered the backyard, and after a while, holding a rather old book with a face full of reluctance, he said respectfully, "Mr. Meng, I'm here to ask the teacher."

Meng Qiu picked up a broad bean and put it in his mouth, said "Yes", and said, "You should read it from the book first."

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Sex is similar, learning and learning are far apart..." According to the original text of "San Zi Jing", the guy stumbled: "If you don't learn, break, break"

"Duanjizhu." Meng Qiu tapped on the table and clicked, and then he continued to read: "Duanjizhu. Dou Yanshan, there is a righteous prescription..."

When it comes to "horses, cattle and sheep, chickens, dogs and hogs", the buddy can't read any more, and dare not look down.

Meng Qiu had taught this "Three Character Classic" several times, and the buddy was very yearning for the characters and stories in it, but he had to memorize it by rote, and he was unwilling to work hard.

The raccoon slave was woken up, yawned, jumped down, and went to the backyard by himself.

The shopkeeper's face was as sinking as water, and he was about to scold him, when suddenly the door of the shop was dark, and a man and a woman entered the door.

The man was about 30 years old, with a face like a crown jade, very handsome, wearing a blue satin embroidered warrior hat, and dressed like a samurai son.

It's just that there is a trembling, bowl-sized pink peony made of tung grass, which is inserted obliquely on the side of the temple. Coupled with a wicked smile at the corner of the mouth, it adds a bit of injustice.

The girl next to her was handsome, her face was full of fear, tears were rolling in her eyes, but they couldn't fall.He seemed to be seriously ill, his whole body was limp and weak, and he was dragged away by the man in his arms.

"Inside the guest officer..." The shopkeeper stood up early, went up to greet him, stopped talking halfway, and the smile froze on his face.

The guy was also full of surprise, looked at the woman, and blurted out: "Miss Liu, you are..."

The shopkeeper tugged at his son hard, interrupted his conversation, quickly nodded and bowed and said, "Please, two guests!" He stretched out his hand to make a false introduction, and pushed the boy again, not even caring about dropping the "San Zi Jing" on the ground.

Meng Qiu turned his head and looked at the man with a long knife hanging from his waist, his heart skipped a beat.

After coming to this building for more than a month, most of them are locals who come to have a tooth-beating ceremony. Occasionally, some foreigners who come here are also merchants who sell goods nearby. They hide weapons and cover them up. This is the only one who blatantly puts sharp weapons outside like this.

"Could this person be from the rivers and lakes? Could it be that this is a world of martial arts?" Meng Qiu thought to himself, and with some thoughts, he bent down and picked up the "Three Character Classic".

The man glanced at it, saw the cover clearly, and said with a sneer: "It's something that children learn. It really is a poor country, and there are no outstanding people. Hey, it's just women, they are all ordinary stuff."

He reached out and touched the woman's face, put his arms around the woman and sat at another table, and told the shopkeeper who was bowing beside him: "Go, pick up the good dishes you are good at, and serve them to me."

The shopkeeper hurriedly agreed, and winked at Meng Qiu, and just pushed the waiter two steps back, the man said again: "Wait a minute, bring a pot of good wine first, to help the master."

"Okay, okay, let's go, villain!" The shopkeeper asked the waiter to go to the back kitchen, got into the counter, groped for a long time, brought out a small jar, wiped off the dust, brought it to the table, bent down and said:
"Guest officer, this is the best wine in our building. It's ten-year-old daughter red wine."

While talking, he carefully poured half of the bowl into the bowl, and pushed it with both hands, not daring to look at the begging woman next to him.

"Daughter's Red? Hehe, good luck!" The man laughed loudly: "Drink Nur's Red first, and eat 'Red Girl' later, it's the most joyful!"

After finishing speaking, he said loudly: "Shopkeeper, prepare a room for me. After I finish drinking, I have to enjoy it!"

There was a trace of unbearable expression on the shopkeeper's face, and he quickly put away his expression, and said yes repeatedly with an apologetic smile.

Seeing this situation in his eyes, Meng Qiu didn't understand that this is a pervert who can be punished by everyone.

Rao was in his previous life, his blood was wiped out by life long ago, and his heart was also filled with anger, and he murmured a few words to himself, "Small intolerance leads to chaos and big plans", before he managed to calm down a little.

This person dared to plunder a good family in broad daylight, and came here with a knife. He didn't have much skill in his hand, so he definitely didn't have such courage.

Although his body is not too small, he may not be able to withstand the opponent's knife.

Can only be outsmarted, not invincible!
Meng Qiu pretended to be reading, but in reality he was thinking about it secretly. He couldn't figure it out for a while, and was a little anxious. He reached out to grab the teacup, and was about to drink some water to calm down, but found that the tea was already cold, and his heart moved.

He raised his head to speak, but saw that the shopkeeper's face was a little pale, his forehead was sweating, and his knees were trembling slightly.After thinking about it for a while, I realized that the guy went in for a long time, but he didn't see any food, so he couldn't help cursing secretly: "Fucking shit!"

He looked aside from the corner of his eye, and the man had already touched the handle of the knife. He was startled, quick to wit, raised his hand and slapped the table heavily, and shouted:

"Shopkeeper, you don't want to open this shop, do you? After a long time without food, the tea is cold!"

(End of this chapter)