The boy and Fang Changshi should have such a fate. He did not hesitate, nor did he doubt it. He immediately clasped his fists and saluted Fang Chang simply and directly:

"Master."

Fang Chang responded, but saw the boy throwing the bamboo basket on his shoulder at the corner of the room next to the stove, and then said, "Master, what should I learn first? I will cook some food and eat together before starting to learn."

As he said that, he wanted to use the firewood he picked up to make a fire to cook.

"No hurry." Fang Chang reached out to stop the boy's movements, and then asked: "What's your name? How old is this year? Do you know how to read?"

"My name is Fu Qi. This year, I will know some words. Master, what is your name?" The young man answered honestly and expressed his questions.

"My teacher is named Fang Chang, and he comes from Yunzhongshan in Ninghe Prefecture." Fang Chang said with a smile.

"I remember, Master, are you hungry? I'll cook for you to eat." The boy was about to continue the unfinished movement.

Fang Chang looked at the meal that the boy was preparing to cook, which was some millet rice, half a small basket of wild vegetables, a little bit of oil and salt. He pulled his backpack, opened the tether, took out a piece of braised meat from it and handed it to Fu Qi: "Use this."

"Yes, Master!" Fu Qi responded, looked at the braised pork that was half wrapped in oil paper, with a dark red color and a slurred surface, looked at Fangchang again, swallowed, and then happily took it over to cook.

He sorted out the firewood he picked up, blew a fuse in the house, and then used grass leaves and straw to guide him. He steamed the corn rice in the pot, then blanched the wild vegetables that he had originally wanted to fry, mixed them with minced garlic and a little salt, and then sliced ​​the braised meat into a bowl, and dripped a few drops of vinegar.

"Master, please use it slowly." Fu Qi put the rice into the rice, served it on an old table that was already a little bumpy, and then handed the bamboo chopsticks to Fang Chang, and said.

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I haven't eaten meat like this for a long time, and Fu Qi was very interested in eating this meal.

Fang Chang just ate some food, then put down the bowls and chopsticks to look at his apprentice, and Fu Qi took the millet rice and swept away the braised pork in the bowl, leaving no cold wild vegetables left.

Accepting disciples is a very serious matter, especially the practice method he holds, which requires extremely high qualifications. It is not only on the roots, but also on the requirements for the state of mind. If it does not match, it will be difficult to get started.

Therefore, it is not easy to pass on the method of practice. If you have no fate or understanding, you cannot get it in front of you. This is a bit similar to what is said in ancient books: "The superior man diligently listens to the Tao, the middle man is as close as he is, and the inferior man laughs at him when he hears the Tao."

When he sensed that someone who had a relationship with him had a master and apprentice appearance, Fang Chang followed Lingjue's guidance and prepared to go down the mountain to search. There were no twists and turns on the road, and he found Fu Qi smoothly. Fu Qi was worthy of being a destined person. Without any hesitation, he decided to have a master and apprenticeship with Fang Chang.

After scrubbing the tableware, Fu Qi sat respectfully in front of Fang Chang, looking at the newly recognized master with curiosity.

Fu Qi kept observing that the master was dressed very ordinary and his face was not strange, but he just felt close to him. Look at the master's back, carrying a simple long sword, which looked like a real guy. Will he teach his own sword skills? The belt on the master's bag was in a weird shape, but it looked very comfortable to carry. He also noticed that the master had a gourd tied around his waist, which seemed to be filled with water or wine.

Fang Chang opened the backpack, took out two books, placed them on the table, and smiled at Fu Qi:

"Let's take a look at what words are in these two books. Then try to read them all together with me."

“Yes, Master.”

Fu Qi picked up the two books and looked at the cover first. He was still literate and recognized that the words "The Path of Practice" and "The Path of Practice" were written on it. According to Fang Chang's instructions, he began to read the book "The Path of Practice" and stumbling. Fang Chang was watching from the side, occasionally making a sound to correct the words Fu Qi read wrongly and teach him the words he didn't know.

This young man is extremely smart. When he encounters a word he doesn't know, Fang Chang can remember it just by saying it once or twice.

It took only three days for Fu Qi to memorize the two books. At this time, Fang Chang explained the meaning of it to him. At this time, Fu Qi obviously understood it, and laughed while listening. Sometimes he was excited and didn't know where to put his hands.

Fu Qi felt a little dreamy about his experiences over the past few days.

After all, he lived alone, suddenly had a master, who taught himself to learn skills and even cared about his own meals. The master seemed to have a lot of food in his backpack, and he could take out delicious ingredients he had never seen before when he was a meal. In addition to teaching himself to practice, he also taught himself to cook.

However, Fu Qi's personality was already calm, and he just faced all this happily.

In my spare time, Fu Qi also asked Fang Chang:

"Master, there are so many suitable people, why did you choose me?"

But Fang Chang laughed:

"I have heard people say things before, but they are straightforward but very reasonable. They are 'asked first if it is right, then why'. This is what you said. It is extremely rare for people who are suitable for getting started, and they also need to pay attention to fate. For so many years, you are the only one who is suitable for you, so you will choose you."

Fu Qi was speechless, but he still said with a little confusion: "But Master, I don't think there is anything special about me."

Fang Chang said seriously: "The path of cultivation is the most important thing in cultivating the mind, do you understand?"

After thinking for a while, Fu Qi understood what the master meant, nodded repeatedly, and thought to himself that his heart was where his heart was suitable for practice.

But when the master was relieved to change the topic, he continued:

"I will stay here for three months. The next road you have to walk by yourself. This is the 'master leads you into the door, and practices are for the individual'. No one can help you on the road of cultivation, so you can only walk by yourself."

"After I leave, you must not be lazy in your practice, but you must not be obsessed with it. If you feel that the crowd is too noisy, you can go to the mountains to find a place of fate and build a temple that suits your wishes; if you feel like this lively and mortal world, you can also find a place to hide in the city."

"But no matter how you choose, you'd better change the environment and find a strange place, which has many benefits for practice."

After hearing this, Fu Qi's eyes were full of reluctance. After Fang Chang's words finished, he begged in a low voice: "Three months is really too short. Can Master stay longer?"

Seeing his apprentice's attitude, Fang Chang smiled and comforted:

"Gathering and dispersal is a common thing in the world. When you enter the practice, you should take this section lightly. But don't worry, our master and disciple have a long-term fate, and we will definitely see each other again in the future. If you miss me, after you have achieved success in your practice, you can visit Yunzhongshan, Ninghe Prefecture."

Fu Qi nodded then, but he still couldn't hide the loss on his face.
Chapter completed!