Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Perhaps because of looking at Fang Chang with a kind face and a kind heart, the girl in front of Fang Chang began to talk endlessly, talking about the teacher who was in class in the conference hall:

"It is said that Mr. Nangong has traveled to several places in our southern border. Every time he goes to a place, he discusses with the elders and gets the venue to set up a formation to teach the students. Thanks to him, the children in the village can learn Seeing something similar to the children of the Central Plains will not be too backward."

"He carried the food himself, and he didn't need to provide food in the village. He said that what he wanted was some kind of merit. But we still went to get some prey as gifts to thank, because without Mr. Nangong, our children would not be able to learn these things at all."

"It's a pity that everyone proposed marriage to Mr. Nangong, but Mr. Nangong didn't agree. Otherwise, I would really like to recommend myself. He is so good-looking and knowledgeable. It would be nice to be his wife and concubine." Speaking of this, the young girl With a look of admiration on his face, he looked into the chamber.

"Are you looking for Mr. Nangong? Or come to see something novel? The lectures will take a while, and it will stop when the sun is in the sky. The children will go home to rest, and Mr. Nangong will have a snack. Meal, please wait here for a while."

Fang Chang thanked him and waited here as promised.

It turns out that this barren cottage is different from the Central Plains, where two meals a day are popular, while this cultivator surnamed Nangong, with the habit of the Central Plains, eats three meals a day.

He entrusted the people in the village to cook the food he brought and send it over at noon.

Although the mountains are barren, the vegetation is still lush, and there is no shortage of firewood.

"Okay, get out of class is over, let's come here again in the afternoon and study the remaining two paragraphs." A voice rang out in the meeting hall, and almost instantly, the voices and movements of the children inside boiled up.

Then, the dolls shot out from the door like arrows leaving the string, calling each other away.

Fang Chang saw that all the children inside had come out, so he stepped forward:

"Take the liberty to come here, Mr. Nangong, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The other party was dressed as a scholar, and he had already noticed Fang Chang, so he stopped packing up the teaching aids, turned around and greeted Fang Chang, and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency, are you passing by here? Presumably, you didn't come here for the affairs of the village."

"That's natural. I have some things to deal with when I come to southern Xinjiang. I was trying to master the art of qi-watching, but when I passed by here, I saw from a distance that the weather here is different from other places, and there is an idea born out of thin air. In this barren mountain It is thriving here, so I am curious, come and have a look to find the reason.”

"found it?"

"That's right, I found it. Mr. Nangong is the cause of all this, or in other words, this school."

Mr. Nangong smiled and did not answer.

He dragged an old chair from another place, asked Fang Chang to sit down, then continued to tidy up the teaching aids, took the chair and sat down, Fang Chang said:

"I don't know much about wangqi, but the conditions here are simple and I can't make tea for hospitality, sorry."

"The kitten in Xianangong comes from the Central Plains."

This name is good, but the name is just a code name, especially for practitioners. Fang Chang didn't care about it, and handed over the name and said:

"Long below, also from the Central Plains, is from Yunzhongshan, how did you get here?"

Nangong Kitty nodded, and then told her own experience:

"I was originally a scholar. After embarking on the path of practice, I still regard the principles of the book as my standard, and I have more conditions to practice."

"In the past few decades, I have been traveling in the Central Plains, Jiangnan, Bashu and other places, and I have been practicing the words in the book. I gradually feel that I have added merit. A few years ago, when I came here, I saw that although the barbarians in the mountains lived through It is hard to live, but it communicates with the language of the Central Plains, but I don’t know the words, so I remembered the contents of the book.”

"I randomly chose a few villages I passed by, opened schools, and promoted education and culture in this barbaric place. Right."

In this regard, Fang Chang knew that spreading the civilization belt has always been very good. For the foreign barbarians, enlightenment is even more pleasing to the world.

Of course, this must also be in line with the point of "enhancing the prosperity of the civilization of the human race who is the protagonist in the world".

For example, if you lead the barbarians to create characters privately, or simply use a set of phonetic characters to use them as characters, it will inevitably lead to long-term divisions and conflicts, which will not only have no merit, but may even damage your practice.

"Mr. Nangong, dinner is here." A villager's voice sounded outside.

Hearing this, Nangong Kitty stood up to welcome him out.

"Sir, you added half a roasted pheasant to your rice and water, which was hunted today." The villager said, and then looked into the chamber: "Mr. Nangong, do you have guests? Do you want me to go back and cook some more?" Catering, very fast."

"No, thank you, Amao." He thanked the villagers who brought him food.

"Mr. Nangong, don't say that. It should be our village thanking you. Everyone knows in their hearts that if it weren't for you, the children would not be able to learn. How can this kindness be repaid by cooking a meal—— According to what I said, let the village provide you with all your meals, and prepare some money to pay back."

Facing the upright words of the villagers, Mr. Nangong laughed out loud, and then the villagers went back by themselves, and he walked in with a small basket:

"There's quite a lot of food inside, let's eat some together?"

Speaking of which, Nangong put the bamboo basket on the table and opened it, inside was brown rice on a broad leaf and half a roast chicken. There is also a bamboo tube reclining in the basket, which contains boiled tea.

"Okay, but let me join in."

Fang Chang opened his backpack, took out a stack of steamed noodle cakes from it, and pulled out a plate of stewed mei platter, which was also steaming hot. Inside were stewed duck, stewed pork, shredded pork ears, stewed bean skin, and stewed beans Dry it and put it on the table.

"Good backpack!"

Seeing Fang Chang's backpack, Nangong Kitty praised him. He is also a successful practitioner, so he can see that this backpack is a great tool. However, when he saw the bread that Fang Chang brought out, he was as happy as he had just seen Fang Chang, his fellow visit:

"I have been away from the Central Plains for many years, but I haven't eaten this food for a long time, haha."

So he immediately went to get two rough porcelain bowls and chopsticks, divided the rice inside, and brought a bamboo tube to pour tea for Fang Chang, and the two ate together.

After eating two mouthfuls of pancakes and stewed pork, Mr. Nangong was a little bit unsatisfied. He looked at the gourd on Fang Chang's waist and asked:

"Brother Fang, is there any wine in this gourd?"

"Of course there are." Fang Chang picked off the gourd, put it on the table, and said, "There are three kinds in it, the sorghum wine from the Central Plains, the wine from the Western Regions, and the rice wine from the Jiangnan."