I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 211

clang! clang! clang……

The long bell echoed, awakening the sleeping capital.

The old Juren who was in Chunfenglou at night ran out half-wrapped in a long gown, and later he would have to pay for it.

"Mud legs deserve to be exhausted!"

I wandered the streets with nothing to do, met literati who knew each other, and got together to chat and talk.

The ambition is hard to pay, and the heart is angry.

It is always unavoidable to say that people's hearts are not ancient, and the harm caused by machines is endless. Then, I miss the literati ruling the world at the beginning of the founding of the country. When it comes to the fierceness, I can't wait to hit the palace gate to give death advice.

Immediately hide his face and run away, not forgetting to look back to say hello.

"It's a pleasure to talk to my brother, and we'll talk about it at Chunfenglou tonight!"

at the same time.

Ningdefang.

Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep, waved his cuffs, and a crystal clear orb rolled out.

Divine consciousness swept across the Kunlun Cave, and the Lingshen doll had already begun to take care of the elixir, and nodded with satisfaction. Such a good migrant worker is rare in the world.

"Two hundred years of ascetic practice, resting for a period of time in the mundane world, and relaxing."

Zhou Yi came to the courtyard, cleaned it up yesterday, cut two sections from the millennium jujube trees and grape vines and planted them in the courtyard. It will be restored to the appearance of a thousand years ago in a few years.

Fire, cook, read Buddhist texts.

When he went out, he glanced at his Taoist robe, waved his hand into a brocade gown, hummed a little song that boys and girls were forbidden to listen to, and came to the shop he bought yesterday.

Facing the street, on the second floor, there is a small courtyard behind the house.

Originally, it was a bank business. With the Kunlun firm responsible for printing coins and expanding the ticket business, large and small banks closed down in batches.

The former owner is nostalgic and old, and the left and right stores have been cast into three or four-story high-rise buildings. Only he is unwilling to remodel the store style of a hundred years ago, and insists on the ancestral business in the rolling tide, and eventually loses his fortune!

The store is empty, and the counters have been moved out and sold to offset the bill, but it also saves cleaning.

Zhou Yi drew some drawings according to his memory, found a carpenter shop on the street, and ordered a batch of tables, chairs and benches.

The second floor used to be the box of the Qianzhuang, which was responsible for receiving wealthy businessmen and giants. The masons were asked to dismantle and cover it, and it was converted into a dozen guest houses.

half a month later.

After a thousand years, a pub has reopened.

There are eight square tables on the first floor, only wine is sold in the store, and guests must bring their own snacks.

Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, looked down at the Taoist scriptures, comprehended Taoist treasures, and greeted guests when they came.

"Pear Blossom White, one or two and a pot!"

Ningdefang belongs to the 2nd and 3rd Ring Road area of ​​the capital. It is only two squares away from the imperial palace. There are many wealthy people living around it.

Noon is approaching.

Zhou Yi was drowsy, thinking about going out of business and going home to sleep, when a voice came.

"Sir, come with a pot of pear and white flowers."

Looking at the voice, the speaker was an old man in a long gown, his white hair was neatly combed, he was wearing a square scarf, and he was leaning on a dragon head crutch in his left hand.

"please sit down."

Zhou Yi took the pre-made porcelain bottle, opened the wine jar, filled two raisins, and placed them on the old man's table respectfully.

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Old man Chen Chengye, do you know your surname?"

Zhou Yi adhered to the idea that people must wear condoms when they are floating in the rivers and lakes, and said: "Don't be expensive, the surname is Sun Mingwu, if you can't be a gentleman, just call me the shopkeeper Sun."

"It turned out to be Shopkeeper Sun."

A gleam of disappointment flashed in Chen Chengye's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Treasurer Sun, don't be humble, this old man has lived for more than a hundred years, and I have never seen someone like you."

Zhou Yi asked in surprise, "What's it like?"

"Treasurer Sun is not like a stranger, but like the gods enshrined in the temple."

Chen Chengye said that he poured his own drink, the pear blossom white tasted mellow in the mouth, but it was soft and not spicy in the stomach, and after a long time, he praised.

"Good wine!"

"It's good that the guest is satisfied."

After Zhou Yi returned to the counter, he pondered Chen Chengye's words carefully, and realized that he had been in seclusion for a long time, and the smell of dust became more and more obvious.

"Since you have entered the mortal world, you should be in the same dust as the light!"

The breath quickly fell silent, the mana was sealed in the dantian, and only the cold temperament needed to be tempered in the red dust for a period of time before it could be completely dissipated.

"If you read books, you have to change."

Zhou Yi put away the Buddhist and Taoist books, took out an illustrated book, and read it with gusto.

After Chen Chengye finished drinking, he went to the counter to pay the bill. Seeing the appearance of the words, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Shopkeeper Sun, can Chen pass this book?"

"certainly."

Zhou Yi accepted the silver dollar and handed over the script.

Chen Chengye carefully identified and determined that it has a history of at least 1,500 years and can be traced back to the middle of the Daqian period. What is even more rare is that it is in good condition and belongs to rare antiques in the world.

"Shopkeeper Sun, what is the origin of your words?"

"It was passed down from the ancestors."

Zhou Yi said: "If the guest officer likes it, I will sell it to you for a price."

Chen Chengye was stunned for a moment, subconsciously thinking it was a scam, and after identifying page by page to make sure there was no problem, he asked tentatively.

"How about five thousand taels?"

"Yes, but you have to promise me a condition."

Zhou Yi said: "I would like to ask the guest officer to buy a batch of scriptures. It doesn't need to be an ancient book, the story is interesting."

"make a deal!"

Chen Chengye first glanced at the door, and felt that Zhou Yi was not like a layman, but now that it is true, a good book is better than gold and silver, which is quite an ancient style.

"This pear-blossom white is a superb product. Next time Chen brings a friend to taste it. It's just that there is wine but no meat, and wine is useless. Shopkeeper Sun will hurry up and hire a cook."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You will come by your destiny."

"The shopkeeper is really a wonderful person, and recruiting a cook is so fun."

Chen Chengye took out 5,000 taels of redemption tickets, asked Zhou Yi for a wooden box, hugged him in his arms and left happily.

Zhou Yi took out a book of stories from his cuff, and continued to read it. After reading these stories after a thousand years, there is no melancholy feeling.

"This author knows the poor way, and he used medicinal herbs to urge him to change. Now his grave is three feet tall!"

the next day.

Zhou Yi came out of the Kunlun Cave, and it was already three poles in the sun, and he was looking for some food along the street.

I take this opportunity to say hello to my neighbors. In the next few decades, I will probably attend the funerals of them and their children and grandchildren.

When I came to the tavern near noon, I found four carriages parked outside the door, with a few old men in long gowns standing beside them.

The leader was Chen Chengye, and the others were dressed similarly, with square scarves, round-necked gowns, and crutches. One of them was an old man in a blue shirt, with a look of impatience on his face, he took out a gold pocket watch from his arms, and opened it with a snap to check the time.

"Treasurer Sun is here."

"Wait a long time."

Zhou Yi hurriedly opened the shop door and asked a few old men to take their seats.

Chen Chengye introduced them one by one, and the names sounded quite intimidating, such as the honorary president of Zhaowen Academy, the sponsor of a certain poetry club, and the leader of a certain literati assembly.

Zhou Yi immediately understood who these old men were, probably because they failed to keep up with the times or were unwilling to change, but their ancestors had a deep heritage and possessed a lot of gold, silver and land.

Lu Bo, who likes to snap open and close his gold pocket watch, sits down and then stands up, carefully observing the tables, chairs and benches, and exclaiming repeatedly.

"Treasurer Sun's family background~www.mtlnovel.com~ This table and chair is quite ancient. If Lu is not mistaken, it should be the style of a thousand years ago!"

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Continue to write another chapter.

I dare not read the comments these days, but readers can rest assured that the plot of the urban immortal pretending to be forced will not be staged, and I can't write it...

About the technology so far, the initial aura recovery has begun.

The protagonist, an immortal old monster, must have gone through many different epochs. Technology is only one of the short periods of countless years. The plot of this book has just begun.

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