Everyone rushed out of the tea shed to see where the immortal left.

Everyone widened their eyes before they noticed the moving figure in the distance. If they didn't look carefully, they would even ignore it. Combined with the name and the other party's foot strength, they believed it nine points.

Someone smiled at Duan Jin who was squatting and said, "You are not acquainted with immortals in person..."

Someone else finished shooting: "I just discovered that the person sitting in the corner is different from us, and is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Some people also tried to comfort him: "There is no need to care too much, it's just that we are not destined to..."

The noisy room is very lively.

Almost everyone ran outside the shed, and even the tea stall owners ran out, only Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande did not move.

They and Fang Chang were sitting on the same table just now, and now everyone ran out, leaving only the two of them sitting on the same table.

Yu Qingling is a woman from the world and is even more cheerful.

She smiled at Liu Yuande:

"I heard that there are immortals in the world since I was a child. I didn't expect to meet them in person, but I found that this immortal looked very young."

"The female hero's words are very wrong." The scholar Liu Yuande shook his head vigorously, not agreeing.

He thought about the language and said to the heroine opposite: "It is rumored that immortals can live forever and have a long face. There are also rumors that immortals can rejuvenate themselves."

"So, although the one just now looked like a young man, if he was really an immortal, no one could tell how old he was."

Being convinced by the scholar, Yu Qingling smiled and said, "Brother Tai said so much. Immortals really cannot measure their age by appearance."

Then, she bowed to the scholar opposite:

"To get to know each other again, my younger sister Yu Qingling, a native of Yangzhou, has been wandering in the world. This is to go to Xingqing Mansion to join my uncle."

Liu Yuande quickly returned the courtesy:

"In Xialiu Yuande, a native of Xingqing Prefecture, he returned from studying in Long'an Prefecture and was about to return home to prepare for the exam."

"Haha, that's just right on the way, continue walking with you?"

"Happiness is coming."

When the two of them packed their luggage and walked out of the tea shed, the clouds and mists were cleared outside, revealing the blue sky washed by rain. The sun shone down, illuminating a rainbow that ran across the sky.

Duan Jin, a guest outside the teahouse, looked full of loss. He still did not recover, but he also began to calm down and walked onto the official road with everyone.

The road is muddy after the rain, and the road is not easy to walk on, but when the trees and grass on both sides are poured by the rain, they are all green and green, the air is fresh and pleasant, and the distant mountains are even more beautiful.

The group started back on the road, chatting all the time. The suspected immortal just now was naturally the focus of the topic.

Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande chatted very well and soon became familiar with each other.

After talking about an interesting story when reading, when I heard that I was still discussing the fact that I had just met an immortal, Liu Yuande said to the heroine next to me: "It is said that there are not only immortals, but also many monsters in this world, but I have never seen immortals or monsters for twenty years. I just opened my eyes."

The hero Yu Qingling laughed: "I am like Brother Liu. I have never seen a demon or a fairy. However, I know many masters in the world, and they are far inferior to those rumored."

"Maybe monsters and gods are the same, not as unique as in the story. They may be like the man just now, with a light wind and clouds, wandering around the world."

As she said that, she broke a bamboo branch from a lonely bamboo on the side of the road and held it in her hand to play.

Liu Yuande, next to him, also walked over, looked at the bamboo carefully, and then followed Yu Qingling to the large army in front.

"Why did Brother Liu check that bamboo like this?"

"It was born very well, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt happy. I just thought that if I cut it down and made it into a flute or flute, it should be good."

"However, it is very difficult to grow a single bamboo in this remote place. Considering that it is difficult to grow, let's forget it. Maybe when will there be an extra bamboo forest here."

"Brother Liu really thinks deeply, my little sister admires..."

The two praised each other and walked away from the official road.

They didn't notice at all. When Liu Yuande said he wanted to make a flute and a flute, the bamboo behind him shook three times.

This bamboo does grow abruptly, and there are no similar species around it. It is full of weeds, shrubs and trees. Only this green bamboo with two fingers is poked on the side of the road, which is also very different.

“Humans are so scary…”

Bamboo thought.

It is the escaped bamboo spirit in the bamboo forest on the hillside of Yunzhong Mountain.

Since I went down the mountain, the bamboo essence has been hiding in the morning and walking at night for two months, and has wandered around the world for several big circles, and has come here.

The number of months down the mountain is still complete, mainly because it is smart and knows to avoid human actions. Moreover, it has mastered the method of thinning, from the strongest baby in the bamboo forest to small bamboo with two fingers on the edge of the road, so it is not eye-catching.

It is resting here at this moment, preparing to continue moving westward at night.

Unexpectedly, the stability of a few months made it relax its vigilance. It was stationed on the side of the road, but it was damaged and a branch was broken. Some people said they wanted to cut themselves down and make them into a flute and piccolo.

Why is bamboo birth so difficult? Is there no Pure Land in this vast land?

Full of grievance, the bamboo saw that there was no one in front of the official road, so he quietly pulled up from the soil and ran a few feet into the woods next to him before gathering the branches and leaves to continue to rest.

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Where Fang Chang lived before, he was not far from Yunzhong Mountain, and was in a small mountain village under Xingqing Prefecture.

He walked up the mountain, stopped and took a lot of time to travel through Xingqing Mansion to Yunzhong Mountain, and spent all his savings after selling his family's property.

Now that he is going down the mountain to look for opportunities, Fang Chang is preparing to go back and see where he lived before.

From Yunzhong Mountain to Xingqing Prefecture, you need to pass Huaifeng Prefecture, then follow Huaifeng Prefecture to Xingqing Prefecture's official road and go westward. You can walk dozens of miles west from Xingqing Prefecture to reach the initial town.

During this journey, Huaifeng Mansion is a must-pass place.

During the chat with passers-by, I learned that Huaifeng Mansion and Longxing Mansion are both richer and prosperous than Ninghe Mansion.

Some say it is because this ancient official road has not entered Ninghe Prefecture City, and it lacks the power of feng shui to promote wealth. Some say it is because in history, Ninghe Prefecture has often flooded, which has made Ninghe Prefecture's wealth not rich.

He didn't care about this, so Fang Chang drank a sip of sorghum wine in the bamboo tube and looked at the wall of the city ahead.

The entry fee is the same as Ninghe Mansion, both of which are copper coins, but over time, the county government has a considerable income in this regard.

After weighing all kinds of copper coins in his bag, he walked into an inn on the street:

"Shopkeeper, come to the room."

"Okay, are you a good guy?"

"No need to open a room for me for now."

The shopkeeper is very familiar with the business and does not need to register. He just received the deposit and asked the shop assistant to take Fang Chang upstairs.

The house was distributed to Fang Chang, which was the second floor of the street-facing house. The sun was very good. The light shone through the wavy gauze curtains, casting slightly blurred striped light and shadow on the table floor and wall cabinets.

I pressed the bed and felt it was quite soft.

Fang Chang sat in front of the tables and chairs by the window for a while, then stood up and prepared to see the scene on the market in our province.
Chapter completed!