Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 3 A little hard work is worth it
"Brother Fan, where did you steal a beggar from?"

"Old Fan, Lao Fan, I didn't expect you, old boy, to be so lucky. I misjudged you."

"Hey, Lao Fan has revealed his true nature, we have to stay away from him from now on."

"It's the extreme, it's the extreme. Knowing people and faces doesn't know the heart of animals."

On the mountain road, I met a lot of familiar monks, and everyone laughed at the old Taoist who was holding on to a pale mortal.

Fan Juran laughed back, and used nonsense words to fight back with guns and sticks, and his speed slowed down amidst the excitement.

He stopped in front of a green brick courtyard halfway up the mountain.

Hearing the greeting, the vermilion wooden door opened with a "squeak" from the inside, and two pretty, slender women about twenty-eight years old, wearing gorgeous skirts, stood on the left side of the entrance doorway, bowed and bowed in salute, and called out in unison, "Master." You are back." The orchid smells fragrant.

Fan Juran carried the staggering young man across the threshold, walked a few steps, and the wooden door closed behind him, saying: "Get up, Taoer, you go to the kitchen to boil water and prepare a bucket of hot and cold water and other things. Xing Son, you can find a set of my old clothes and shoes for this kid, and after a while, ask the tailor to come and make some clothes for him."

The two women smelled the unpleasant sour smell from the outside man, among them, the maid named Xing'er wrinkled her nose slightly, said "Yes" at the same time, bowed her head and stepped back to go to work separately.

The master brought back a Hanako with weird hair, and they didn't dare to say a word.

After Chen Mou let go of the old Taoist, he couldn't hold back any longer, squatted on the green brick road and retched loudly. Fortunately, there was no stock in his stomach, and the acid water surged up, and he swallowed it forcibly. Dirty and clean yard.

After a long while, the dizziness and discomfort passed, the back was full of sweat, and the stomach was growling with hunger.

Chen Mou was still weak and still got up slowly, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dirty and torn cuffs, wiped two obvious black marks on his face, and bowed slightly to the old Taoist who was staring at him.

I don't know the language, and I don't know what to say, so use the etiquette thoughtfully.

Fan Juran pointed to the stone bench on the left side of the yard, indicating where to sit and wait.

The old Taoist deliberately let the young people suffer on the road, and did not use spells to protect them. He was quite satisfied with the various reactions and calm performances of the young people. He was able to recover so quickly. The old man became more optimistic in his heart.

It may be possible to increase the strength of cultivation.

Let's observe again.

Fan Juran went straight into the main room directly in front, sat down and poured himself a drink.

Chen Mou slowly moved to the stone bench in the dripping eaves on the west side of the yard and sat down, looking at the courtyard facing south in front of him.

To the east are three rooms including the kitchen and the utility room. Green smoke comes out of the chimney and dissipates in the air.

There are bedrooms, side rooms and huts on both sides of the front main room, and there are three rooms on the west side, which are connected by eaves and corridors. , there are several groups of circular flower gardens built on the ground near the main house, and the flowers of various colors are in full bloom, adding a bit of color vitality to the old-fashioned building.

A pointed-faced woman named Xing'er walked out of the side room of the main house with a stack of clothes, walked along the corridor to the side of the kitchen, opened the door and walked in, arranged the tub with Tao'er, chatted and laughed in a low voice, and the two walked away after a while Entering the kitchen, they worked together to carry the steaming wooden bucket out. They were busy for a long time, arranging the cold and hot water properly.

Xing'er walked to the west wing, five steps away, and stretched out her hand to invite the sitting beggar guest to take a bath.

Chen Mou woke up from the state of ecstasy in which he was studying the pattern of the window lattices and tile patterns, and hurriedly stood up. He couldn't understand the woman's words, but he also understood that the layout of the opposite room was prepared for him. He could see the vagueness in the woman's eyes. dislike.

Going into the temporary bathroom, Chen Mou closed the door and unbolted it.

His eyes glanced from the half-worn green robes, white towels, and black shoes placed on the stool, and fell on a large dark yellow egg bead with a slightly rough surface in a wooden box.

He picked up the bead and put it on his nose to smell it. It smelled like saponin mixed with flowers. Based on his rich archaeological knowledge, he knew that it was a "bath bean" used for bathing and decontamination. This world is quite similar to the ancient Song Dynasty. place.

Quickly take off the muddy layers of rags on his body, take off the sleeping shoes wrapped in mud like straw sandals on the feet tied with cloth strips, stuff the smelly socks into the sleeping shoes, and wrap them together with the underwear in the pile of clothes Here, he put the seven copper coins, the ancient jade, and the fire sickle and flint aside alone.

He got into the bathtub and washed it carefully, and he rubbed a bath bean until it was the size of a pigeon egg.

After washing with water twice, I wiped my whole body clean, picked up the clothes on the stool and shook them off, put them on neatly layer by layer from the inside to the outside, put on the foot bag and tied it tightly with cloth straps, put on the shoes, they were a little too small and didn’t fit my feet, put them on Just wear it.

He has learned how to wear ancient clothes and etiquette. When he was in college, he followed fashion, and occasionally went out in Hanfu, and went shopping with Hanfu lovers in groups.

Wash the Cangbi ancient jade and copper coins with the remaining cold water in the wooden barrel, wipe them clean and put them in the left sleeve pocket. Already hungry, Chen Mou opened the door and took the pile of dirty and The stinky clothes went out, put them in the corner of the courtyard wall, and set them on fire with a scythe and flint. He didn't allow too much physical evidence to reveal his identity, although it might be useless.

After waiting for a while, he walked into the bathing room and washed his hands.

The old Taoist appeared on the eaves steps, squinted his eyes and waved to him.

Chen Mou calmly followed into the main room, and sat on the opposite chair under the sign of the old Taoist. He picked up the teacup in front of him, drank a few sips of amber tea, and filled his stomach with three pieces of delicate glutinous tea, pressing down the stomach. The raging hunger made him feel much better, and he bowed his hands to the old Taoist.

Fan Juran sipped the tea, and out of the corner of his eye, he watched the young man opposite him who had changed after taking a bath.

His every move seems to be refined and restrained, even if he is hungry, he will not look ugly, his palms are free of calluses, his skin is delicate, and he is a scholar. Seeing the other party salute and thank him, he put down the tea cup and returned a Taoist salute.

Fan Juran gave instructions to the outside, and soon, Xing'er walked in the door holding a blue Taoist hat inlaid with white jade.

Chen Mou took the hat and put it on neatly, covering up his short hair, and he could see the satisfied expression in the old man's eyes.

Following the old Taoist into the study room with various books on the right, the old Taoist took out a roll of old yellow silk cloth and spread it out on the table, pointing to the thin line black marked on the belly of the first frontal figure painted on the silk cloth. Point to recite, and use a brush to write down the name of the acupoints on the blank rice paper, motioning Chen Mou to follow the recitation, and then hand the brush to Chen Mou.

There are many dynasties in this world, each speaking a different language. Even within the dynasties, there are often many different dialects.

Immortal cultivators, regardless of their origins, will learn a unified common language for cultivating immortals later on. What he is teaching now is the common language, and cultivation can open up wisdom. It will take three or two years to learn it.

He was too lazy to find out where the other party came from, how did he break into the misty forest?
There is a rule in Fangshi, mortals who break into the forest, live and die at their own risk.

He picked it up from the woods and it was his.

Chen Mou secretly rejoiced that he could write with a calligraphy brush. He observed carefully just now, and he wrote the order of complex characters correctly stroke by stroke.

The old Taoist nodded slightly, and stopped judging the other party. He carefully taught the young man to identify the location of the acupoints according to the graphics, and stretched out his hand to press Chen Mou's shoulder, input mana to stimulate the corresponding acupoints, and deepen his impression.

In the next few days, I taught Chen Mou little by little by way of precepts and deeds to breathe and breathe coherently. Every morning and evening, he had to watch the exercise nine times in person, so that nothing could go wrong.

Simplify first and then complicate, wait for the way to go smoothly, and then teach advanced handling methods.

In order to grasp the usage of Cangbi Ancient Jade as soon as possible, to find the way back, and even to survive, Chen Mou burst out with an unprecedented thirst for knowledge, followed the old way to learn exercises, and learned to recognize characters from "tables, chairs, people, and bowls" , Pointing to the real thing, the blind learn a little bit like touching an elephant.

The language and writing of this world seem to have some internal connection with ancient Chinese prose, and they all evolved from pictograms, references, pictophonics, and understanding.

as long as you try very hard, you can achieve anything.

As spring and autumn came, Chen Mou found a sense of Qi, and the sea of ​​Qi in his body accumulated a thin inner breath, and he was able to communicate with Lao Dao and others with gestures and stuttering, and he was no longer blind.

"Not bad, not bad, being able to 'introduce qi into the body', I hope to continue to work hard and strive to enter the threshold of the qi refining realm as soon as possible."

Fan Juran was quite relieved in his heart, he did not misread the wrong person.

It's worth the hard work.

He also secretly lamented that he wasted years, he was too old to start practicing, and now he is more than 130 years old. It is related to the lack of breakthrough pills.

The Qi-refining cultivator has a life expectancy of about three Jiazi, and he puts his hopes on young people.

Time should be enough.

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(End of this chapter)