Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Chapter 54 – 【Return From The Wind And Rain In The World】

Chapter 54 [Return from the storm in the world]

In the eyes of passers-by, that group of people are ordinary.

But in Fang Chang’s eyes, it was completely different. In his opinion, the two of them seemed to gather above their heads, as if they were gathering momentum from all directions.

Fang Chang: “…”

Not easy, but there’s something wrong with that.

Related to the changing celestial phenomena in the night sky in recent months, he has an 80% chance to be sure that the two people in the crowd in front are the protagonists of this catastrophe.

Fang Chang didn’t want to have contact with them.

Calamity is not a good thing. If you meet calamity after contact… Even if you are a practitioner, and there is no list of gods in this era, you are not very likely to have a foothold, and you will die if you fail.

He quickened his pace instantly.

Avoid contact with these people in a way that exceeds this group.

Fang Chang laughed secretly, his way of getting out is good.

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…

The raindrops are swirling one after another, floating between the sky and the earth.

Although the dark clouds in the sky are thick, they are not as violent as in summer. The rain in autumn is soft and does not even carry much thunder.

But for the people who are looking forward to a good harvest, it is tantamount to a blow to the head.

Everyone speeded up and tried to cut the last bit of unharvested corn back home before the rain fell. The farmers called it “competing with God for time”.

However, there are still some families whose ears of millet are soaked by the rain, frowning, causing countless joys and sorrows on the earth.

Fang Chang walked forward wearing a bamboo hat, and the bamboo hat he wove was pretty good at keeping out the rain.

Not far ahead, there is a small tea stand.

The stall owner set up a shed on a flat stone next to the official road, and placed four or five tables randomly inside, selling tea for a living. Since this place is far away from the villages and towns, it looks like a good place to rest, and the business must not be bad.

If it rains continuously today, Fang Chang is going to go in and ask for a bowl of tea, and take a rest.

“Guest officer, please come in. Would you like a bowl of tea? One cup for one bowl, two cups for more.”

Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the owner of the tea stall came up to him and asked.

There were already some people in the tea shed, half of the tables inside were occupied, some vehicles were covered outside the shed, and mules and horses were tied under the trees. It seemed that they were all pedestrians who came here to shelter from the rain.

Fang Chang walked into the shed, took off the bamboo hat on his head, shook the water, and smiled at the stall owner:

“A cup of tea, please.”

“Okay, please sit down, guests. There are also cold biscuits and pickled vegetables at a reasonable price. Would you like to have some padding?”

“No, tea is fine.”

Fang Chang looked around, and saw that the place was already half full of people, quite a few of them were holding sesame seed cakes, eating hot tea and sliced pickles.

I want to drink a bowl of hot tea in this sheltered place after a long walk in the rain, and then use sesame seed cakes and pickles to cushion the stomach. It is warm and has a taste of oil and salt. It must be comfortable.

He sat down at an empty table, and when the owner of the tea stand brought up the rough porcelain bowl, he handed over a copper coin, and then took the tea bowl.

The tea in the thick porcelain bowl is clear and slightly green, exuding the fragrance of jasmine, and there are some jasmine petals floating on it. After a taste, it tastes good. At least a large amount quenches thirst and warms the body of passers-by.

Drinking the tea from the bowl, Fang Chang didn’t move. Instead, he untied the bamboo tube around his waist, took a sip of the sorghum wine in it, covered it up and hung it up.

He also fished out some nuts from the bag on his back and peeled them to eat, while listening to the whispered conversations of the people around him, while admiring the autumn rain outside.

The official road outside the shed started to get a little muddy in the rain. The breeze blew by, and the rain swayed, but it hit the ground firmly, splashing fine crystals.

From here to the side of the official road on both sides, there are stones everywhere, no farmland, and the vegetation is complicated. Fang Chang can feel that someone is running fast from a distance, but it is blocked by bushes, so he can’t see clearly.

噫? wrong.

He looked at the sky in the distance, and suddenly realized which wave of people it was.

They did not take shelter from the rain and chased after them, maybe because this tea shed was the nearest shelter from the rain in front of them.

It seems that you can’t hide, so don’t hide.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and then a group of people who were clearly separated, with water droplets on their bodies, walked into the tea shed panting, took off their coir raincoat pockets, ordered tea from the stall, and then surrounded the tables in the crowd, including The one in front of Fang Chang.

The owner of the tea stall was very happy, scooping tea, biscuits and pickles for these groups of people with great interest.

Fang Chang didn’t run or hide, he didn’t dodge or dodge, he just leaned in the corner and drank.

Perhaps it was predestined, those two people looked different and looked like the protagonists of this catastrophe, they sat opposite Fang Chang by coincidence, even though they were not in the same group.

Several people started to know and chat with each other.

Fang Chang had the opportunity to take a closer look at who the two protagonists of the catastrophe were.

But I saw one of them, who looked like a scholar, and looked gentle, but the running just now made his temples a little messy, and the hem of his clothes was also full of mud spots.

The other is a Lianjiazi, and a young girl, dressed in red, with a heroic look on her brows.

There were seven people crowded at the table, and only Fang Chang sat alone. One of them, who looked like a family man, drank a few sips of tea to warm up his body, and then said to the people on the table: “Several, meet again!” That is fate, Duan Jin in Xiayangzhou.”

“Liu Yuande.” This is the protagonist who looks like a scholar.

“Yu Qingling.” This is the Jianghu girl, and also the protagonist of this catastrophe.

“…”

“Fang long.”

After several people exchanged names, Fang Chang also said lightly:

“In this way, even if everyone knows each other, it’s still the same sentence, meeting is fate.” That Duan Jin seemed quite forthright, and took the lead in chatting.

From their conversation, Fang Chang learned that they actually came from three groups.

Several scholars from Xingqing Prefecture went to Yangzhou for a study tour. The other is a group of people from the rivers and lakes, walking on the rivers and lakes. There is also a group of shopkeepers and guys who are being transferred to another place according to the order of the boss.

Fang Chang also carefully observed the two protagonists, especially the weather above their heads.

According to the phenomenon of the gathering of wind and cloud, maybe it won’t be long before they will be on the world stage.

But the two of them couldn’t realize this, after all, they were not well-known at this time, and the identity of the protagonist of the catastrophe sounded good, but in fact it was quite tricky, but they couldn’t help themselves and were pushed away by the general trend of the world.

Of course, their choices will also affect the direction of the general trend to a certain extent, but only slightly. After all, most of the time their “choice” is not their own choice, but driven by history and the general trend itself.

The protagonists of an era become the protagonists only because they are suitable for that position. After all, it is never heroes who make history.

At this time, Fang Chang still did not participate in their conversation, but just listened carefully.

After all, even if doom comes to you, you shouldn’t take the initiative to join in, right?

That Jianghu guy Duan Jin is very good at chatting. With him, the atmosphere at this table and even the two tables next to him became lively. Everyone was laughing, completely forgetting the coolness of the autumn rain and wind outside.

Second update

(end of this chapter)