An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Early the next morning, Fang Ping was awakened by the noisy sound of sergeants gathering outside the military camp.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Fang Ping subconsciously touched the wooden toad on his neck and the cotton-padded jacket under his head.

This is a habit he has developed over the past few days. Every time he wakes up and opens his eyes, the first thing he does is check the wooden toad and the magic talisman, the two most important things to him.

After confirming that the wooden toad and the magic talisman were intact, he slowly stood up, prepared to dress and wash as planned, then review the lessons taught by his teacher yesterday, and then go to the tent where the immortal master was to stand by.

When he sat up and turned his head, he discovered that there was a piece of golden talisman paper the size of a thread-bound book beside the bed.

He was stunned for a moment, and then panicked, thinking that he accidentally brought back the immortal master's talisman yesterday.

After this shock, his mind suddenly came to his senses, and he remembered that when he left the Immortal Master's tent yesterday, he was only ordered to take away the scraps of cutting talisman paper. It was definitely impossible to bring back such a large piece of talisman paper.

Besides, if he brought such a big talisman back with him on his first day as a boy, the immortal master might just slap him to death.

"Where did this talisman come from?"

Fang Ping was puzzled, staring at the talisman paper and frowning. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether to hand the talisman paper to the immortal master.

Suddenly he realized another problem: "Where are the scattered talismans I brought back yesterday? Why can't I find them?"

Thinking of this, he quickly jumped out of the bed barefoot and found himself on the bed shirtless.

The result is obvious, the bed is clean and can’t be found at all.

This made him scratch his head even more, subconsciously touching the wooden toad on his chest, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that those broken talisman papers turned into a complete talisman paper?"

As soon as the idea came up, he rejected it directly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. A broken mirror cannot be reunited. How can a broken talisman be transformed back into shape?"

I really couldn't figure out what was going on, but the footsteps of the sergeant sounded outside the door, as if he was about to come in.

"Brother Fang Ping, are you awake? I brought you breakfast."

So he quickly covered the piece of talisman paper with the quilt, picked up the cotton-padded jacket and put it on, pretending to be nonchalant and said:

"Brother, please come in, I'm already up."

So a sergeant walked into Fang Ping's tent carrying a lunch box, put the lunch box on the table, and did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood aside and looked at Fang Ping and said:

"Little brother, please hurry up and eat. After eating, I will take you to the immortal master so as not to keep the immortal master waiting for a long time."

Yesterday it was this sergeant who brought Fang Ping to the tent, and today it was he who brought Fang Ping food. Fang Ping, who came from a humble background, felt very uncomfortable being served like this, so he took the initiative to get close to him:

"Thank you, brother. What do you call me brother?"

"My surname is Lin."

The sergeant acted lukewarmly, not as intent on flattery as the officer last time.

"Oh, Brother Lin, have you eaten? Why don't you come and have some too." Fang Ping, a simple man, didn't know how to get close to others.

The sergeant curled his lips and said, still lukewarm, "Eat it quickly, I've already eaten it."

Fang Ping was even more embarrassed. He couldn't find anything to say for a while, so he just agreed and kept silent.

At the same time, I was still thinking about what I should talk to Brother Lin later.

After eating, he pretended to follow Brother Lin out of the tent. Fang Ping suddenly slapped his forehead with a look of surprise and guilt on his face: "Brother Lin, wait a moment, I haven't even had time to make up the bed after I got up just now."

"No need to clean it up. Someone will clean it up for you after you leave."

Hearing that someone was helping him tidy up his room, Fang Ping had no choice but to go back.

The talisman is under the quilt and can be seen by others when they lift the quilt.

If the old immortal master knew that he had a talisman, he would not be able to explain it.

"No, no, on the first day I came here, I took advantage of my identity as an immortal boy and didn't even tidy up the quilt. If the news reaches the ears of the immortal master, I'm afraid it will cause the immortal master's displeasure."

After saying that, Fang Ping turned around and ran towards the tent without waiting for a reply.

When the sergeant surnamed Lin saw this, he opened his mouth and said nothing more. He let Fang Ping trot back without following him.

Fang Ping returned to the house, tidying up the bed and looking around for a place where the talisman could be hidden without being easily discovered.

After looking around, he felt that it was not safe to put it anywhere. Sergeant Lin's impatient urging sounded outside. Fang Ping suddenly saw a two-foot-long bamboo stick brought by Mr. Chen, who taught yesterday.

It was used by Chen Xianrong as a ruler, but Fang Ping's performance far exceeded Chen Xianrong's expectations, and the bamboo stick was useless in the end.

So Fang Ping rolled up the talisman paper as quickly as possible and stuffed it into the bamboo tube of the bamboo stick, and put the bamboo stick together with several books that his husband had brought.

In this way, everyone who helps you organize your room should not take it away as debris.

Following the sergeant surnamed Lin, Fang Ping chatted with him for a few words and then asked about his doubts.

"Brother Lin, how long have you followed the immortal master?"

The sergeant surnamed Lin did not doubt his presence, thinking that Fang Ping just wanted to learn about the immortal master from him, so he responded calmly:

"It's been a year. Master Immortal is usually stern with outsiders, but he is kind to me and other close servants. Occasionally, he will reward me with some gold, silver, and magical talismans and elixirs."

As he spoke, he took out a magic talisman from his arms and waved it in front of Fang Ping with a slight contentment, and then carefully placed it close to his body.

"Is this a reward from the Immortal Master?" Fang Ping asked with envy.

"Of course it's a reward from the Immortal Master. In the past year, the Immortal Master has rewarded me with three spiritual talismans and two pills. I only kept this life-saving stone armor talisman and sold the other two. go out."

The sergeant spoke softly and had a smile on his face. It was obvious that the talisman must have been sold for a good price.

"There are also pills?" Fang Ping asked in surprise.

"Of course, you don't think that the old immortal master can only draw talismans, right? Let me tell you, the old immortal master is also very good at refining alchemy." After a pause, he saw no one around him, and then whispered with a disappointed look on his face. :

"The elixir given by the immortal master is said to be able to strengthen the body and improve one's skills. Unfortunately, the elixir was bought by the generals as soon as the immortal master gave it to him.

Otherwise, after I take the elixir, ten or eight idle soldiers will not be enough for me to fight. "

After hearing this, Fang Ping became more envious and admired the immortal master.

He can draw magic talismans, and can also refine elixirs that even the general would forcefully buy without regard for his face. He is also very caring and generous to the people around him.

The old god's status in his heart suddenly became higher.

What he himself didn't realize was how high the old immortal master's status was in his heart, and how much he longed to cultivate immortality and become an immortal figure like the old immortal master.

Feeling that Sergeant Lin looked familiar to him, he asked the question in his mind:

"Brother Lin, you have been with the Immortal Master for so long, so you must know the Immortal Master's children very well. Where did the boy before I came?"

"They..." Sergeant Lin suddenly reacted, his face suddenly changed, and he warned Fang Ping sternly: www.x33xs.com

"I don't know. You just need to do your own thing and don't ask too much about anything else."

. You provide the master Yijie with a gentle and ordinary path to immortality.