Chapter 111 [Encounter in Yongjia Mansion]

   Two days later.

  Fang Chang broke through a thin layer of vegetation and branches and leaves from a certain pit in the valley, and jumped out while the branches and leaves were flying all over the sky.

   Reaching out his hand and dusting lightly, all the dust was removed, and the white clothes on his body were clean again.

  After the breakthrough, he found a pit and lay quietly for two days, his power was consolidated, and now he jumped out of the pit, which can be regarded as a breakthrough.

  In practice, there are often retreats, but as far as Chang Fang knows, most of the sects of practice, the retreat time will not be very long, ranging from a day or two to ten days at most. As for the legend that one retreats for several months or several years at a time, or hundreds of years at a time, there are almost no such cases.

  After all, although practitioners have a long life, they are limited after all. If most of the time is limited to a square inch... that would be too miserable.

  Of course, some sects of practice with special paths may really be like this.

   After all, there are thousands of roads, and strange roads may appear.

  Looking up at the sky, Fang Chang held the oil-paper umbrella behind his back in his hand, and did not open it. Then he found a small mountain road next to him and headed down the mountain.

  The clouds are like black rolls, the weather has changed suddenly, and it is about to snow.

  Not long after, the snow began to fall. First, it was as thin as rice grains, falling to the ground sporadically, and then became larger.

   This is the first snow this year.

  Carrying the self-made oiled paper umbrella on his shoulder, Fang Chang walked slowly east along the official road.

   That was the direction to return to Yunzhong Mountain. After leaving Xianqi Cliff these days, he missed the firepit in the house a little bit.

There is also that old cow, I don’t know if it is happy in Yunzhong Mountain; whether the stupid eagle on the edge of the cliff has laid eggs after building a nest and forming a pair; whether Zhang Chun, the mountain **** in Yunzhong Mountain, is still whole Play chess alone with yourself?

   But he still walked slowly.

  In the vast world due to snowfall, he was walking slowly with an umbrella on his shoulders, his white clothes mixed with the snow, making it difficult to distinguish his figure.

  When Fang Chang flew out of the city on a cloud, he didn't know the direction, so he just found a hilltop and landed on it. Now that he walked on the official road, he found that not far ahead was the boundary of Lizhou.

  I stayed outside the courtyard of my original parents' house for three days, and then retreated in the valley for two days. Fang Chang didn't eat or drink. For him, it doesn't really matter, it's just that he feels a little thirsty and hungry. This is because he has deliberately not practiced bigu, so he can still feel thirsty and hungry.

  He picked up a handful of snow from the side of the road, rubbed a snow dumpling and gnawed it, which was a bit interesting.

   It’s like eating ice cream in winter.

The snow gradually decreased and visibility recovered. A city appeared not far ahead. It was the Yongjia Prefecture under the rule of Lizhou. The city was a square city built with rammed earth. Everything is available.

  Fang Chang is going to go in to find room and board.

  When passing by here before, he rode the elk demon and took a straight line to the junction of Lizhou and Yuzhou without entering the city.

   Now when he was about to enter Yongjia Prefecture, he discovered for the first time that the entry fees for all the cities in the world were not uniform.

When Fang Chang wandered around in the states near Yunzhong Mountain, the entrance fee was one penny per head. In the few mansions under Yuzhou, the entrance fee was also one penny per head. Unexpectedly, in Yongjia Mansion, the fee had risen to two pennies per head. Wen, but it is also a strange thing, I don't know if there is something else hidden, or it is a habit.

   Fortunately, there was no shortage of money in his package, so he readily took out the two texts.

   It is also a good thing that the city gate fees are clearly marked, and there will be no arbitrary fees.

  The snow stopped.

  Fang Chang took the umbrella in his hand and walked towards the city.

  All the people in the city went out to sweep the snow one after another, but they not only swept the front of the door individually, but worked together to clean up all the places that could pass people, and exposed the ground.

  The scene of working together was very lively, but Fang Chang, as a passer-by, couldn't participate in it, so he had to watch while walking. Less than a quarter of an hour after the snow stopped, the roads in the city were stripped from the snow and cleaned up neatly.

   Soon, everyone went back to their homes and continued to spend the leisurely winter time.

   "Shopkeeper, how do you sell these biscuits?"

  Fang Chang saw that there was a biscuit shop nearby that was still open, so he went up and asked.

   "There are not many kinds of cold weather. Sesame seeds cost a penny each, sesame paste ones cost a penny, and oily ones cost a penny. May I ask which one do you want?" The shopkeeper of the biscuit shop raised his sleeves and seemed to be asking a question.

   "Sounds good, give me two of each."

"Okay." Seeing the business coming to the door, the shopkeeper of the biscuit shop immediately regained his spirits. He let go of his hands and lifted the cloth, took out six biscuits with bamboo clips, put them on yellow paper and handed them out: "Hold them carefully, and come back when they are delicious. hold head high."

  Fang Chang took the biscuits and chewed them carefully.

A few small biscuits seem to be out of the oven not long ago, and the temperature was blocked by the cloth. The biscuits are still warm and crispy, with the aroma of being baked with oil and noodles. Maybe you get what you pay for, especially the sesame ones are the most delicious .

  He moved quickly with his hands and mouth, and he finished eating the biscuits before the biscuit stand was completely out of sight.

"Eh?"

   Fang Chang was a little surprised to see a group of people gathered under the big tree in front of him.

  It was freezing cold, but there were quite a few people gathered together, not knowing what they were doing. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so Fang Chang grabbed a snowball and squeezed it hard, nibbled on it as a snack, and moved over.

   Hey, it's two old men playing chess.

  Although they were using a Go board, the two were obviously playing backgammon. Fang Chang crossed the oil-paper umbrella behind his back and stood silently behind the crowd, watching the battle in the middle.

  The group of people around and the two old men are all dressed comfortably, thick and airtight, and look warm.

  They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, and no one pays attention to the matter of "watching chess without talking about a real gentleman". Instead, they rush out ideas:

   "Get down here!" someone commanded.

   "I think it's better here..." Someone dragged his chin in thought.

   "Didn't you notice? You're about to lose, here and here." The person who said this said **** like swords at the same time, tapping the chessboard with his middle finger.

   "Put it here, put it here, put it here and he will be finished!"

   "No, no, no, don't listen to him. If you play here, if he plays like this again on the other side, you will lose."

  The people onlookers were chattering, as if they wanted to use exhaustive methods to find out all the possible answers for the next step, just like hundreds of ducks gathered together.

   Seeing this situation, Fang Chang admired the two old men in the middle: Being able to be in this environment and still play chess normally shows how good the concentration and energy cultivation skills are.

  The white-haired old man suddenly turned his head and took a deep slanted look at Fang Chang.

"Huh?"

...

   is also a practitioner.

   After a while, the game came to an end as one of them won. The chess pieces were packed away, and everyone dispersed, leaving only two people.

  Fang Chang arched his hands: "Hello."

   Thank you book friends 140513140519798, Mathematics Ang, and book friends 20170613052711264 for your rewards.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)