Chapter 541: Finding the Spirit, Inexplicably Went to the Old Land
Green mountains, green waters and beautiful scenery.
Beside the stream, there is a simple thatched house with a small fenced yard where some vegetables are grown. There is a well in the corner of the yard and a wooden barrel next to it.
A man in coarse linen clothes was sitting on a low stool in the yard, holding a book in his hand and reading attentively.
On the ground beside him, there was a hoe stained with mud and neatly piled dry firewood.
Lu Nanxian has been living here since he lost his cultivation. He is self-sufficient and will not starve to death.
For other practitioners, becoming a mortal is more uncomfortable than death. But for Lu Nanxian, he was originally a mortal who studied and understood Taoism and embarked on the road of cultivation.
Now, I just returned to my original life, lost my cultivation, but ended up in peace and quiet, which is a blessing.
Reading and studying is a kind of interest and an attitude towards life.
Regardless of whether it is useful or not, Lu Nanxian will not give up, focusing on the mountains and rivers and cultivating his sentiments.
"Da da da......"
Today, a visitor came and disturbed Lu Nanxian's peaceful life.
The visitor was not Chen Qingyuan, but some practitioners who were watching the fun.
Lu Nanxian was once a legendary figure in the Confucian sect and was highly anticipated. Because of his appearance, he blocked the path of many geniuses in the Confucian and Taoist lineage.
In comparison, the so-called genius looks bleak.
It is said that the top leaders of the Confucian sect decided to select contemporary leaders, and Lu Nanxian was on the list.
Unfortunately, something went wrong while Lu Nanxian was in seclusion. His cultivation was completely destroyed, and he ended up in this situation today.
"He is really useless!"
"Originally, he was just an ordinary scholar who was lucky enough to embark on the path of monasticism. Now, he just returned to his original self and was suddenly knocked back to his original form."
"God favored him, but he himself was too useless to be sure."
Many people stood outside the thatched house and looked at Lu Nanxian without hesitation. The discussion was loud and they were not afraid of being heard by Lu Nanxian.
Anyway, Lu Nanxian has lost his previous status and strength, so there is no need to worry.
The most important thing is that Lu Nanxian became a monk in the middle and had no background. He became a mortal, and those high-level officials who had shown kindness to him naturally distanced themselves and no longer paid attention to him.
Listening to everyone's discussion, Lu Nanxian didn't care. He looked down at the contents of the book, sometimes frowning, thinking about whether what was written in the book was right or wrong. Sometimes the corners of his mouth raised, thinking that he had solved the doubts in his heart and found out.
Got the answer.
The ridicule of the world has nothing to do with me.
If you feel unhappy because of other people's remarks, how can you calm down and read a book?
Moreover, similar situations have happened many times, and Lu Nanxian has long been used to it.
When you are superior, your colleagues will praise you and compliment you, and they will not dare to offend you no matter how bad you are.
After you fall off the altar, those people in the past will change their faces. The stench of human nature is really ridiculous.
"There's nothing to see, let's go!"
The monks sneered a few times, turned and left.
Even though Lu Nanxian is no longer a Confucian monk, he has made some contributions to the Confucian sect after all. No one dares to bully Lu Nanxian openly. At most, they just make a few jokes to satisfy their twisted inner feelings.
Sense of achievement.
As night fell, Lu Nanxian put down his book and prepared to chop wood for cooking.
As a mortal, of course you need two meals a day.
Why don't you have three meals a day? It's because you don't have the conditions.
While cooking, another person came outside the hospital.
This time, it was Chen Qingyuan and Chang Ziqiu.
Hearing the footsteps, Lu Nanxian did not look back and concentrated on lighting the fire.
"Brother, we passed by here and were hungry and cold. Can we make some more food?"
Chen Qingyuan opened the courtyard door with familiarity and walked straight in.
It is more like a wooden board than a courtyard door. When the wind blows, the door board shakes and creaks.
Seeing Chen Qingyuan like this, Chang Ziqiu's mouth twitched slightly, and he said to himself: "You are like this, and you still want to keep a low profile."
Also, Chen Qingyuan’s excuse is too false.
suffer hunger and cold?
Who believes it!
Whether others believe it or not, it doesn’t matter what happens to me, Chen Qingyuan.
Someone broke in, and Lu Nanxian finally stopped ignoring him and looked back.
Looking at Chen Qingyuan, who was very close, he had never seen him before, but he had a familiar smell inexplicably, and he didn't know where it came from.
Lu Nanxian originally felt a little unhappy in his heart, but after seeing Chen Qingyuan, it was completely wiped away and he asked calmly: "We don't have much food at home, so we can only cook some white porridge."
"Okay, thank you."
Chen Qingyuan smiled and thanked him, and then introduced himself: "I'm Li Si."
"..."
Lu Nanxian opened his mouth, feeling slightly speechless.
My cultivation is broken, not my brain is stupid.
This name sounds like a pseudonym, it’s too fake!
"That person is..." At this moment, Lu Nanxian moved his eyes to the person standing outside the door. He was dressed in black and had a stern face, which looked familiar.
After thinking for a while, Lu Nanxian found the corresponding person in his memory.
Chang Ziqiu, one of the ten heroes of the Northern Wilderness, once caused a great disturbance at the Baimai Feast, and was a top swordsman.
"Since you're here, come in and sit for a while!"
Lu Nanxian said loudly to Chang Ziqiu outside the door.
"Yes." Chang Ziqiu nodded lightly and walked slowly over.
I looked around a few times, but there was no place to sit down!
Chen Qingyuan didn't mind it, he just brought a wooden stake over, sat down, and waited quietly for food.
Chang Ziqiu was not a hypocritical person. He hesitated and found a wooden post to sit on.
Soon, Lu Nanxian cooked two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table.
In the dark night, the weak moonlight shone on the ground, allowing people to see things slightly. Lu Nanxian lit an oil lamp, which was brighter and dispersed the darkness around the table.
Of the two bowls of porridge, one was given to Chen Qingyuan, and the other was naturally reserved for himself.
As for Chang Ziqiu, he sat aside helplessly, unable to speak, which was quite embarrassing.
"What about mine?"
After a moment of silence, Chang Ziqiu looked at Lu Nanxian and asked.
"Do you need to eat this?"
Lu Nanxian recognized Chang Ziqiu, but how could he prepare food for him? This was not a waste of food.
"He doesn't need it either!"
Chang Ziqiu pointed at Chen Qingyuan who was drinking porridge beside him. This kind of different treatment was too obvious.
"He asked me for food, but he didn't give it to me."
Lu Nanxian could guess that this ordinary-looking "Li Si" must not be an ordinary person since he could travel with Chang Ziqiu.
"Just give it to him if he wants it?"
Chang Ziqiu expressed dissatisfaction with this.
It's not about the bowl of porridge, but the expression on Chen Qingyuan's displeasure when he drank the porridge, as if he had tasted the delicacies of the world.
"No?"
Lu Nanxian asked rhetorically.
Chang Ziqiu was speechless.
All right!
After all, I have no charisma, so it would be better to just shut up.
"Brother, you have so many vegetables growing in your yard, why don't you fry a plate for me?" Chen Qingyuan drank most of the bowl of porridge and said softly: "Just drinking porridge is a bit tasteless."