Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 84 [Fuhu Restaurant]

  Life on the mountain is very idle, but fun.

   After using some wine and meat, Fang Chang went to look at the fresh bamboo in the pit, and went to the morning class boulder to look at the gourd vines, and then went back to the fenced yard and sat on the deck chair.

  The ginkgo tree next to it has grown a bit, and the fan-shaped leaves are very lush, but it needs to be cleaned frequently when it bears fruit in the future.

   But Fang Chang didn't care much, because he was still cleaning the open space on the cliff every day, and the homemade bamboo broom in the work shed had been changed to the third one, and his compost ash pit was gradually accumulating.

  Remove the Lingquan sword from the back.

  He pulled out the blade and put it on his lap, looked at the sword, took out a piece of deerskin and wiped it lightly.

  During this time, Fang Chang was inseparable from his sword.

  Usually, the Lingquan sword is carried on his back by him, and when he sleeps, he takes it off and leans against the bed. Even when he practices in the morning, the sword is also leaned against the gourd vine beside the morning class stone.

  After being worn for a long time, the surface of the sword becomes brighter and clearer, but the cold light is restrained, and the color is getting darker. Fang Chang looked at it with his eyes and saw that it has become more spiritual.

  Practice sword? No need to practice swords.

  The cultivation of practice is the Tao itself, not anything else.

   It is neither cultivating longevity, nor cultivating freedom, nor is it to compete with other people. Among them, those who practice fighting are all inferior.

  Even, cultivating the Tao is not the same as seeking the Tao.

  If you have a request in your heart, then "seeking but not getting it" will be the normal state of the road.

   Those who seek longevity will not live forever, those who seek freedom will not be able to live freely, those who seek transcendence will drown in the mud, those who seek victory in a fight will perish... If you seek it deliberately, you will only get farther and farther away from what you want.

  Like longevity, freedom, spells, sword skills, etc., they will naturally be possessed in practice, and they seem to come naturally, and they disappear like spring and snow, but they are not only benefits, but also like temptations, luring practitioners to go on other roads.

  The scale can only be grasped by oneself.

   This is the difficulty of practice.

Just like what is said in the book "Practice the Way" in Fang Chang's house, this way must be in line with nature, but it must also have the meaning of detachment, just like walking on a very long single-plank bridge. , beyond redemption.

  Holding the hilt of the sword, he raised the Lingquan sword.

  In the afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the trees, reflecting on the Lingquan sword, reflecting golden light. Just like in the Huanhua River, the flowing water flowing down from the Lingjian Spring, when it encounters a stone blocking the way, the water splashes arouse, and the color in the setting sun.

  The three-foot long sword has a straight body and smooth lines, which is pleasing to the eye.

  Fang Chang knew in his heart that relatively speaking, his own practice path of "Tao follows nature" is really a smooth path.

  As long as you keep going, follow the Tao and follow the law naturally, you will go smoothly and there will be few ups and downs. It is so much stronger than the road of going against the trend that many heads are hard-headed and go against the trend.

   Putting the sword back into its sheath, he faced the east, looking at the boundless mountains.

  ...

  …

  Huqiao Town, as usual, is still an important traffic place for people to come and go.

  Cooking smoke is lingering, people are buzzing, and the farmland outside the town is full of seedlings. Pedestrians come and go from south to north, passing through the town along the official road.

  As long as people who pass this official road, many will choose to rest here, or even stay overnight.

   There are even some merchant pack teams who simply exchange and circulate goods here, and some smart people are even preparing to set up warehouses in Huqiao Town for goods distribution.

  Perhaps as long as the world is peaceful, this place will not change its prosperity.

A group of people surrounded a carriage and came rushing from the official road in the north. They were not in the mood to look at the historic Fuhu Bridge on the Baigou River outside the town, and they were not in the mood to look at the "Huqiao Town" engraved on it. Stone, but went straight to the town.

  Their actions were so aggressive that passers-by on the road gave way one after another.

   "Young officer, where are you going?"

   "Of course it's the nearest... No, it's a small place, let's go to the biggest one."

"okay."

  The coachman shook the reins, and the two horses stepped forward, pulling the carriage towards the largest restaurant in Huqiao Town.

  This is Lu Yangcheng and his party who escaped from Yunzhong Mountain.

  These days, they have suffered a lot, but the two cart horses have been kept at the foot of the mountain for the past few days without any shortage of fodder.

  Thirsty and hungry, the group bought food and beverages from Brother Lin in Linxi Village. After a brief rest, they rushed to the nearby town.

  Compared to Song Hongye and the others, this group is better, because they have a car, so they can travel faster.

  The biggest dining place in Huqiao Town is called "Fuhu Restaurant".

   It originally belonged to Pang Yuanwai, a wealthy family in the town, but after it was ransacked and sold, it went to a certain gentry in Long'an Mansion. The other party just sent a shopkeeper to run the place, promised dividends, and agreed to check the accounts every year, then let it go.

   Soon, Lu Yangcheng sat down at a table by the window in Fuhu Restaurant.

  The waiter ran over quickly and asked:

   "What would you like to order? The tiger pancakes in the shop are freshly baked, heavy in oil and sugar, and taste extremely delicious."

   "Okay, let's go..."

   "Young officials are not allowed!"

The driver next to him seemed to be an old man in the family, so he could sit directly next to Lu Yangcheng. Hearing this, he quickly persuaded him: "Eating greasy food suddenly after being hungry is too easy to hurt your body, and you can't bear it because you are weak. It is better to make meals with some vegetables and meat." Eat, and some more porridge."

   "Okay." He followed the good advice and asked the shop waiter to report the name of the dishes. He chose a few dishes with lean meat and some seasonal vegetables, and ordered corn porridge.

The store was very fast, and in a short while, the table was filled with various dishes, several bowls of clear soup noodles, and of course, a large bowl of corn porridge, which shone with light and radiated fragrance. The driver hurriedly served Lu Yangcheng the porridge, Then let other people take their own porridge and rice.

   "Let's eat first, it is estimated that we are done eating, then Song Hongye should be here."

  As soon as the words fell, these people devoured them together until their stomachs were full.

   Hiccupped lightly, Lu Yangcheng said to the coachman next to him, "Take a rest first, and then go to Huaifeng Mansion."

  The coachman was about to speak when he heard footsteps at the door of the hotel.

Then a group of acquaintances rushed into the Fuhu Restaurant, and before they could sit down, Song Hongye began to howl in his disturbing voice: "These days, birds are really fading out of my mouth! It's really good to eat Meal!"

   After uttering a foul word, Song Hongye led the group of people to occupy two tables.

   Then he urged to serve:

   "What good food and wine do you have in this store, come up with them all! I'm hungry, sir!"

"Okay~~! Come here for all the signs~!" Xiaoer greeted, and then asked: "Guest officer, we have freshly baked tiger pancakes here, heavy oil and sugar, very delicious, would you like to serve Some?"

   "Do you still need to ask? Bring it here!"

  The waiting hall served cakes and tea. After Song Hongye ate and drank, he began to look around, and found Lu Yangcheng and others not far away.

   Thank you Crazy Moxiao, Yue Gangnuo, Prostitute Lanwei, and Yongju for their rewards.

  (end of this chapter)