MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 61 【Revisit the old place】

  Chapter 61 [Revisiting the old place]

  Fang Chang's original body is from Xingqing Prefecture.

  After coming out of Huaifeng Mansion, continue westward along the official road, and continue on after crossing the border of the two prefectures.

   Then turn north at a huge locust tree, walk along the path for dozens of miles, and you will find the small town where Fang Chang was in when he woke up again after closing his eyes in another world.

  Including the chance encounter after waking up, that is, the adventure of getting the two practice books in the backpack behind him, also happened in this small town.

The original body has lived here for nearly twenty years, familiar with every resident here, familiar with the rivers and wells here, familiar with the small roads and farmlands here, familiar with every plant and tree here, familiar with every building here, um... the new one over there. Except for tall buildings...

  In short, in the memory of the original body, this small town is all the places he has set foot in.

  Before leaving the town, Fang Chang had already settled all the karma in the town.

   That doesn't take much effort.

  After that, he can already be said to be unstained, so Fang Chang is not going to show up to disturb the peaceful life of these neighbors.

He didn't want to leave anything for the townspeople to talk about. Fang Chang knew how quickly rumors could change. If he suddenly showed up and was noticed, it would probably take a few days. In the mouths of his neighbors, he would become fourteen hands and fingers. , three heads and six arms, the kind of monster that will steam and eat a child every now and then.

  My hut has been sold.

   That was one of the properties left after the adoptive father who had adopted him passed away.

  Now there is a family of ordinary people living in it, who come here from other places to beg for a living. They set up a small stall in front of the door, and sell some pickled vegetables after farming every day.

  The old house provides the livelihood of these common people, and it can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

  The fields used to be full of millet stalks that had been harvested and not completely mowed down, like a forest of needles. Fang Chang had an adventure, so he walked to the river on the practice road, and another crop of reeds grew, and willow leaves hung down by the river, casting green reflections on the gentle river.

  The Er Niu next door has married a wife and is living like glue. At the entrance of the village, Xiaomei Du’s house, the red lettering on the door is a new post, which proves that the only daughter of this family has been married and has moved to a nearby village.

  The old man who leaned there all year round under the big tree, basking in the sun and telling stories to the children disappeared, and there was a touch of white at the door of his house.

  Weddings and funerals are common things in the world.

   And the quarrels, laughter, and children's cries in the town, like every day and night before, are staged here in turn.

  But all of the above have nothing to do with Fang Chang, he no longer belongs here, whether it is body or soul.

After several decades, this generation will pass away, and no one will remember that there was once a young man named Fang Chang who grew up in this small town—at that time, there will be no more information about him here. mark.

Quietly turning around in the town, Fang Chang passed by many people, but he deliberately displayed his cultivation level, becoming as if he blended into this world, so no one noticed him, let alone recognized him he comes.

  No one here should know what happened back then.

The original body has long asked everyone who might know, but everyone just knows that the usually taciturn but very capable old Fang suddenly brought back a baby one day and brought him up , As for the origin of this baby, the old Fang did not reveal a word until his death.

  After much deliberation, the only person who might have a clue is the occasional visitor.

  The man was about the same age as his adoptive father. Every time he came, he was dressed in black, even the bamboo hat was black. Back then, every time he came to visit, the adoptive father would give Yuan body and let Yuan body go to a neighbor's house for dinner.

  The information that can be known is that the man is from Lulin Town not far away, and his surname is Fan.

   Later, Yuanshen also went to Lulin Town to look for it several times, but he had never encountered it. The townspeople told Yuanshen that the residence had been unoccupied for a long time and had collapsed long ago, and the whereabouts of the people were even more unknown.

   But according to the legend, this man surnamed Fan had entered the rivers and lakes early and no longer "duty".

  If it is a premonition test, there is a high probability that it should be on this person...

  Fang Chang tightened the wrapping behind his back, and headed towards the outskirts of town, leaving the place where the original body grew up behind.

  I want to come, I won't have a chance to come back here in the future.

  ...

  …

  Fang Chang has walked the road to Lulin Town many times.

  Now that he has achieved a small accomplishment and has no worries, he is finally in the mood to appreciate the scenery on both sides of the road. When the original body walked this road many times before, he didn't have time to pay attention to the two sides, but just kept his head on his way with his own thoughts.

  Twenty miles passed by in a blink of an eye.

  Standing at the entrance of Lulin Town, Fang Chang looked for an idler on the side of the road, stepped forward and asked politely: "This man is polite, may I ask if there is a family named Fan in Lulin Town?"

   "Hey, why are so many people asking about the surname Fan today?"

  The idler was not stingy with showing the way, and he didn't return the courtesy. The other party who pointed fingers said:

   "There is indeed a family, and when you came, there was only one old man left in the family. He didn't come back for many years, and even the house collapsed. Fortunately, no one invaded the homestead."

   "Recently, the old man came back. He was alone and brought a lot of money. After entertaining the neighbors, he started to hire people to repair the house. In my opinion, repairs are better than building a new one."

  Fang Chang cupped his hands again: "Thank you, brother, for showing the way, but, besides me, is there anyone else asking about this old man?"

"Yes, there was a group of people in the morning. After asking here, I answered the same way. But they turned and walked away without saying a word, as if I showed them the way and owed them money and food. It is really impolite , it is even more puzzling." The idle man said, poohing at the ground at his feet.

Eh? There is such a thing.

  Fang Chang wrote it down secretly, then said goodbye to the idlers, and walked towards the old man Fan's house.

  The newly-built courtyard walls and houses still carry some of the fire that is unique to new buildings. They need to be washed by an autumn rain to become in tune with the surrounding houses. The door was closed, but only bolted from the inside, proving that there should be someone inside.

  He didn't come to visit. Instead, he disappeared from the attention of the townspeople again. Every time his eyes caught him, he would always slip by unintentionally. No one would care about someone acting in the town.

  Fang Chang looked around, jumped lightly, and jumped onto the roof next to him.

   Then he found a comfortable position, leaned there, opened the bamboo tube on his waist, sipped the wine, and observed the quiet courtyard in front of his sight.

   It wasn't until evening that Fang Chang discovered that the old man surnamed Fan had appeared.

  The man is very old.

  The other party was leaning on crutches and looked old, but vaguely, he could still see what he looked like back then.

   I finished writing in the early morning and fell asleep after forgetting to post it.

   Thank you Chichi and others for their dogs, book friends 20190707161448686, and 錷靊 for their rewards.

  (end of this chapter)