"Brother Fan, where did you steal a beggar from?"
"Lao Fan, Lao Fan, I didn't expect you to be so good at this. I misjudged you."
"Hey, Lao Fan has exposed his true nature, we have to stay away from him from now on."
"It's the best, it's the best. You know people, they know faces, but you don't know the hearts of animals."
On the mountain road, I met many familiar monks. Everyone made fun of the old monk who was holding on to a pale mortal. They were familiar with each other and were not polite. They made all kinds of heartbreaking jokes and naughty remarks.
Fan Juran laughed in response, and used nonsense words to fight back with a gun and a stick, and his speed slowed down in excitement.
I stopped in front of a green brick courtyard halfway up the mountain.
Hearing the greeting, the red wooden door creaked open from the inside. Two pretty, slender women of about 28 years old, wearing gorgeous skirts, stood on the left side of the doorway. They bowed and saluted, calling in unison, "Master."
"You are back", the fragrance of orchid is fragrant.
Fan Juran carried the staggering young man across the threshold and walked a few steps. The wooden door closed behind him and said, "Get up. Tao'er, go to the kitchen to boil water and prepare a bucket of hot and cold water. Xing
Son, you go find a set of my old clothes and shoes for this boy to wear. After a while, you can ask a tailor to come to your door and make a few sets of clothes for him."
The two women smelled the unpleasant sour smell of the foreign man. The maid named Xing'er wrinkled her nose slightly, said "yes" at the same time, lowered her head and stepped back to go about her business.
The master brought back a flower with weird hair, but they didn't dare to say a word.
After Chen Mou let go of his hand, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He squatted on the brick road and retched. Fortunately, there was nothing in his stomach. Acid water surged up and he swallowed it forcefully. Finally, he didn't get it.
Dirty and clean yard.
After a long period of time, the dizziness and discomfort passed, my back was covered with sweat, and my stomach was so hungry that it growled incessantly.
Chen Mou stood up slowly despite being weak. He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, which were stained beyond recognition. He left two obvious black marks on his face and bowed slightly towards the old Taoist who was staring at him.
If you don’t understand the language and don’t know what to say, use your 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 man suffer some hardships on the road without using magic to protect him. He was quite satisfied with the young man's various reactions and calm performance. He was able to recover so quickly. The young man's soul was as strong as a jade, so that
The veteran is becoming more and more optimistic.
Maybe we can increase our training efforts.
Let’s observe again.
Fan Juran walked straight into the main room in front of him, sat down and drank by himself.
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 north-south courtyard in front of him.
To the east are three rooms including the kitchen and utility room. Green smoke rises from the chimney and disperses into the air.
There are bedrooms, side rooms and cabins on both sides of the front hall. There are also three rooms on the west side, connected by the eaves corridor. The swastika window lattice is covered with misty translucent oil paper, large granite steps, and a large open courtyard in the middle. A blue brick road divides the two sides.
, there are several groups of circular flowerbeds built on the ground near the main house. Flowers of various colors are in bloom, adding a bit of colorful vitality to the traditional building.
A sharp-faced woman named Xing'er walked out of the side room of the main house with a pile of clothes, walked along the corridor to the side of the kitchen, opened the door and walked in. She and Tao'er were manipulating the bucket, chatting and laughing in a low voice, and after a while they left.
Went into the kitchen, worked together to carry the steaming wooden bucket out, and worked hard for a while, arranging the cold and hot water properly.
Myolie walked to the west wing, five steps away, and extended her hand to invite the beggar guest sitting there to take a bath.
Chen Mou woke up from the trance state where he was paying attention to the pattern of the window lattice and the pattern of the tiles, and stood up quickly. He could not understand the woman's words, but he also understood that the layout of the room opposite was prepared for him. He could see the vague meaning in the woman's eyes.
Dislike.
After getting into the temporary bathroom, Chen Mou closed the door and bolted it.
His eyes glanced from the half-worn green robes, white towels, and black shoes placed on the stool, and landed on a dark yellow egg-sized bead with a slightly rough surface placed in a wooden box.
He picked up the bead and put it to his nose and smelled it. There was the smell of soap locust mixed with the fragrance of flowers. With his rich archaeological knowledge from a major, he knew that these were "bath beans" used for bathing and decontamination. This world has many similarities with the ancient Song Dynasty.
at.
He quickly took off the layers of muddy rags on his body, took off the sleeping shoes that were tied with cloth strips and wrapped around his feet like muddy straw sandals, stuffed the smelly socks into the sleeping shoes, and wrapped them together with his underwear in the pile of clothes.
Here, he put seven copper coins, ancient jade, fire sickle and flint aside alone.
He got into the tub and washed it carefully. He rubbed a bath bean until it was only the size of a pigeon egg.
Washed twice, wiped the whole body clean, picked up the clothes on the stool and shook them off, put them on neatly layer by layer from the inside out, put on the foot bags and tied them tightly with cloth straps, put on the shoes, they were a little too small and didn't fit my feet, so I put them on.
Just wear it.
He learned how to wear ancient clothes and etiquette, and he followed fashion in college. He occasionally wore Hanfu to go out, and went shopping in groups with Hanfu enthusiasts.
He washed the ancient jade and copper coins with the remaining cold water in the wooden bucket, wiped them clean and put them into his left sleeve pocket. With his chest pressed against his back from hunger, Chen Mou opened the door and carried the pile of dirty and dirty coins.
He walked out of the smelly clothes, put them in the corner of the courtyard wall, and set them on fire with flints and sickles. He was not allowed to leave too many physical evidence that could reveal his identity, even though it might be useless.
After waiting for a while, I walked into the shower room and washed my hands.
The old man appeared on the eaves steps and waved to him with narrowed eyes.
Chen Mou calmly followed him into the main room. At the old Taoist's signal, he sat on the chair opposite. He picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank a few sips of amber tea, and filled his stomach with three exquisite and glutinous tea cakes.
Burning with hunger, I suddenly felt much better and bowed my hands to the old man.
Fan Juran drank the fragrant tea and noticed with the corner of his eye the young man opposite him who had changed his appearance after taking a bath.
Every move he made appeared to be polite and polite. Even if he was hungry, he would not look ugly. His palms had no calluses and his skin was delicate. He was a scholar. When he saw the other party bowing and thanking him, he put down his tea cup and returned a Taoist gift.
Fan Juran gave instructions 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. You can see the satisfied look in the eyes of the veteran.
Following Lao Dao, he walked into the study room on the right where various books were placed. Lao Dao took out a roll of old yellow silk cloth and spread it on the table. He pointed at the first frontal human figure drawn on the silk cloth and the thin black line on the belly.
While chanting, he wrote the names of the acupuncture points on the blank rice paper with a brush, indicating to Chen Mou to follow the chanting, and then handed the brush to Chen Mou.
There are many dynasties in this world, each speaking a different language. Even within a dynasty, there are often many different dialects.
Regardless of one’s origin, a cultivator of immortality will eventually learn a unified universal language for cultivating immortality. What he is teaching now is the universal language. Cultivation can open up wisdom. It took him three or two years to learn it.
He didn't bother to find out where the other party came from and how he broke into the misty forest?
There are regulations in the city that any mortal who breaks into the woods will be responsible for his own life and death.
If he picked it up from the woods, it would be his.
Chen Mou was secretly glad that he could use his hand to write calligraphy. He had observed carefully just now, and he wrote the complex glyphs in the correct order one stroke at a time.
The old Taoist nodded slightly, no longer testing each other, and carefully taught the young man to identify the acupuncture points according to the graphics, and put his hand on Chen Mou's shoulder, inputting magic power to stimulate the corresponding acupuncture points, and deepen his impression.
In the following days, Chen Mou was taught by words and deeds little by little to breathe and breathe continuously, and he had to personally watch the exercise nine times every morning and evening to make sure nothing went wrong.
Start with the simple and then the complex, and then teach you the advanced handling methods after the path is smooth.
In order to master the use of ancient Cangbi jade as soon as possible, find a way back, and to survive, Chen Mou burst out with an unprecedented thirst for knowledge. He learned the skills from the old Taoist and started to learn to read from "table, chair, person, bowl"
, pointing to real objects, and learning bit by bit like a blind man touching an elephant.
The language and writing in this world seem to have some inner connection with ancient Chinese writing. They all evolved from pictograms, referring to things, pictographs, and meanings.
As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.
As spring passed and autumn came, Chen Mou found his sense of Qi, and a thin inner breath accumulated in the sea of Qi in his body. He was able to communicate with the Taoist and others using gestures and stuttering, and he was no longer blind. p>
"Yes, yes, I can 'introduce Qi into the body'. I hope to keep up my efforts and strive to enter the threshold of Qi refining realm as soon as possible."
Fan Juran was quite pleased in his heart, he had not misjudged the person.
It’s worth the hard work.
He also secretly lamented that he had wasted time. He had started practicing cultivation since he was just over 10 years old. Now he is more than 130 years old. He has been stuck in the bottleneck of perfecting the Qi Refining Realm for many years. He dare not try to attack the foundation building. In addition to his poor qualifications in the four spiritual roots,
It is also related to the elixir that still lacks the realm of breakthrough.
Qi refining monk has a longevity of about three years, and he puts his hope in young people.