Chapter 55 [Immortals do not know each other face to face]
People who drank tea to shelter from the rain started chatting all over the world, from imperial examinations to harvests in the field, from weddings and funerals to price fluctuations, from court rumors to rivers and lakes, everyone was in high spirits, talking about the world and giving advice. country.
Very visual.
In my previous life, I used to fiddle with the keyboard, just like them, Fang Chang thought with a smile in his heart.
After a while, I heard Duan Jin say in a loud voice:
"...It's also on this official road. A few months ago, I stayed overnight in a mountain village at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain, but I encountered such a thing—"
After a long pause, seeing that everyone was looking at him, Duan Jin proudly continued:
"The mountain village usually depends on a stream beside the village for drinking. Not long before I went there, the stream stopped suddenly, and the villagers almost lost their livelihood."
"Oh?" This matter aroused Liu Yuande's interest, and he asked, "But why?"
"Brother Liu, let me explain. The people in the village were panicked. Fortunately, a woodcutter once met an immortal in the mountains. He had no choice but to run out alone and seek immortality on a cliff in the mountain."
"What are you talking about? Hey, he really asked for it!"
Seeing that all the people at the nearby tables turned their eyes, Duan Jin was even more excited, and he almost danced in his seat:
"The fairy took him to visit the Yunzhong Mountain Temple first, and asked the mountain **** that a powerful monster cut off the water source, and the mountain **** tried to expel it but failed."
"In the end, the immortal took the woodcutter, asked the monster where the monster was, and killed it. He held the Qingfeng sword in his hand, twisted the formula, and the flying sword shuttled back and forth, but the pangolin monster's scales were hard. Can't break it."
"Then the two sides fought with each other. You came and I fought for a hundred rounds, and everything within a thousand feet turned into a scorched earth swamp, and half of the mountains in the clouds were illuminated by the brilliance of the spell!"
"Oh!" Everyone was amazed.
"What happened next? Who won?" Yu Qingling asked.
"Of course that immortal is superior." Duan Jin showed off:
"His mana is so strong and profound that he had already suppressed the monster to retreat, but at the right time, he made an opening, slipped in through the gap in the monster's spell, and knocked out the pangolin monster with one punch."
"It's also very particular, just like dealing with armor. When a sharp weapon is difficult to break through the armor, the blunt weapon is used to penetrate the armor and hurt people with shocking force. The fairy punched the monster and smashed the monster. Hit until he vomited blood, and that almost ended it."
"Then, taking advantage of the beating that made the monster dizzy, the immortal summoned a flying sword, pressed it against the pangolin's belly, and said majesticly, 'You beast, you can catch it if you don't let go!'"
"The monster was startled by the roar and woke up immediately. Seeing that he was held in the belly by the sharp knife, he was so frightened that he lost his soul and trembled uncontrollably."
"What are you talking about? Pangolins don't have scales to protect their belly. The most important thing is that they can't even curl up when they are resisted by sharp blades. It can be said that they can be killed or cut at will."
"The immortal restrained the monster, and when he begged for mercy, he forced him to swear that he would never do evil again, so he spared the monster's life. The monster was so frightened that he ran down the mountain without looking back."
The golden hands and feet were gesticulating, just like they were at the scene.
The audience was attracted by this story and asked:
"Then why didn't the fairy head kill the monster directly? You shouldn't be merciful when subduing demons and eliminating demons."
Duan Jin was taken aback when he heard it. He scratched the back of his head, shook his head violently, and argued:
"Don't use human thoughts to speculate about immortals. As the saying goes, God has the virtue of loving life. The monster only did evil and never hurt anyone. Naturally, his life can be spared."
"There is no need to worry, the oath has been made, and the immortal will naturally supervise it. We can't just arrest a person and question him just because he might break the law..."
The people around were persuaded and nodded in agreement with a little confusion.
As the person involved, Fang Chang didn't feel embarrassed about the rumors that were completely out of shape and had developed into the script, but listened with gusto.
The only pity is that, with such a wonderful plot, there are no melon seeds to accompany it, or even a melon.
While chatting, they asked Xia Xianren's surname and where he lived.
It's a pity that Duan Jin only heard about it once at the beginning, so I can't remember it. Maybe his surname is Yuan?
Everyone expressed their regrets, and then changed to other topics.
"... But there was a scholar in Yangzhou who had stewed a chicken at home. He was sitting at the table and was about to eat it. Suddenly, he felt sad and stood in front of the table. A one-shot disaster, temporarily eating my belly, counted as a coffin, woohoo—alas!', then turned to the outside of the house and shouted, 'Lady! Pound garlic again!'..."
"…Ha ha ha ha…"
"...In our Xingqing Mansion, there are two gentlemen surnamed Jian who are highly respected, but half of the disciples we teach are extraordinary achievements, and half are extremely stubborn, and we can't see why this is so."
"However, the two of them, Mr. Jian, are the only good teachers in the mansion who can stand up to the stage. This year, almost all the candidates in the mansion's ranking list are from their sect. This makes the famous people in the mansion entangled. Should my children be sent to study, or should they not be sent to study..."
"... I'm also entangled, it's like betting money, who can stand it..."
"...is just..."
The wind is picking up outside.
The fine autumn rain gradually subsides, the thick dark clouds spread out, and the golden sunlight shines through them, dyeing the dark-colored earth after the rain with bright mottled patches.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the tea shed stopped talking, packed their bags and horses, and prepared to start again. The owner of the tea stall began to clean up the dishes and wipe the table, ready to welcome the guests behind.
Everyone wants to make a living, or has their own destination. The delay due to rain this time just provided some time for adjustment and adjustment. After the rain stopped, we still had to go our separate ways.
Fang Chang has light and little luggage, and has nothing to tidy up, so he got up first and walked out of the tea shed.
He didn't want to spend too much time on the people behind him, especially in the presence of the two protagonists of the catastrophe, so he used his foot strength to move forward quickly.
In the eyes of the people behind him, the person who stayed in the corner before, wearing a soap robe and silver hairpin, who was very easy to be ignored, walked away quickly like a stroll in the garden, and after a while, only a small spot in the distance remained.
There is no trace on the slightly muddy official road.
No half footprints.
"A master..."
Someone sighed upon seeing this situation, and then continued to straighten their horses.
At this time, a loud shout made everyone look at the speaker.
"I see!!"
Everyone saw Duan Jin, the unrepentant quack, squatting on the ground and regretfully saying, "I remembered! I remembered! The real fairy in Yunzhong Mountain is called Fang Chang!"
Thank you Roze, Song of the Foil for your reward
(end of this chapter)