Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Now that they have spoken, the two will go together.

During the conversation, Fang Chang also secretly stated that he already knew the identity of the other party, coupled with his own super affinity, the pigeon spirit gradually let go of himself, and told about his roots and experiences.

It turned out that he was a wild pigeon in the nearby canyon. As a bird, as long as you keep a good distance from humans and cats raised by humans, it is safer to settle near human settlements, because there are relatively few raptors and snakes here. Get closer to humans.

He suffered a lot during the transformation. After he succeeded, he went to ask the senior demon he knew for advice. The other party taught him to take the surname Wu, but removed half of the pigeon and a little bit, and then named it Wu Yuansi. It is said that there are quite a few pigeons that have become refined, but Wu Yuansi has never seen any of the same kind that has become refined, so it is only a rumor.

"How did you find that member?" Fang Chang asked.

"This is easy." Wu Yuansi said confidently, "There is only one member Liu in this city. Back then, he started his business as a glassware maker with the gift of an immortal from his ancestors, and brought the surrounding villagers together to make the business flourish. The popularity and wealth of the four quarters made this city possible. Later, Yuanwai Liu was handed down to the present through several generations, so this Yuanwai must be very famous in the city, so just find out where you want to find out.”

Then he was going to take Fang Chang to the low restaurant in the small alley next to him: "During this time, I was hungry, and I went to find some food. I just happened to inquire about the situation in this place full of fish and dragons. Do you want to come along?"

Fang Chang naturally followed, but instead of letting the cash-strapped pigeon spirit spend money, he bought two meat dishes and a small bucket of millet rice. It's not expensive, it's just an ordinary stew with half-finger-thick slices of fat in it. Wu Yuansi looked like he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and he devoured it hungrily.

After the food on the table was almost eaten, Wu Yuansi wiped his mouth and chatted with the people at the next table, and then easily got the residence of Liu Yuanwai's house. As he expected, Liu Yuanwai's family was very inquisitive, and everyone knew that his family was in the most magnificent courtyard in the west of the city.

After the meal, Chang Fang followed him to the door of that member Liu, and said, "I won't go in, I wish you success soon." Turn around and walk to a small restaurant not far away.

In the restaurant just now, Wu Yuansi almost ate a bucket of millet rice and most of the vegetables. If he was an ordinary person, he would have been hungry, but Fang Chang had enough money in his backpack, so he planned to add another meal.

This small shop is a husband and wife shop, the male owner is in charge of the spoon, and the female owner is serving the dishes. There are seven or eight small long tables neatly arranged in the store, surrounded by only wooden stools. The windows of the store are supported high by long bamboo poles, and the view from the window is wide. He sat down by the window.

The female shopkeeper in the store came up and asked, "What do the customers need?"

After pondering for a while, Fang Chang said: "Warm two horns of wine, cut a plate of stewed meat, and then fry a special dish. By the way, if you have pancakes or steamed rice, bring me some."

The female shopkeeper nodded in response, and then asked: "What are the guests' taboos? Meaty and spicy."

Fang Chang waved his hand: "Just come up, there is no taboo."

After a while, she brought up a large plate with braised noodles and roasted poultry meat. It was a bit cold, but the taste was very good. Then, there was the sound of pots and spoons colliding in the direction of the back kitchen. Not long after, a plate of hot dishes and warm wine was brought over, and a large bowl of corn and rice was filled.

Fang Chang took a look. The hot dish was fried belly, red and white in color, bright and refreshing. The red ones were peppers and watercress, intertwined with the white belly slices and scallions. The bursting belly is full of juice.

The wine is crudely brewed, with a strong and strong taste, and the millet rice is soft and has the unique fragrance of millet. With the crispy and tough belly slices, the juice soaked in the mouth after the stir-frying is so delicious. After the scallions are fried in hot oil, the heat is just right, with a slight burnt aroma, and the crispy, sweet and palatable taste is better than belly slices.

In comparison, the lo mei on the big plate was nothing more than an ordinary thing. Fang Chang ate happily, so he specially called the female shopkeeper and asked, "This stir-fried dish is really good, what is it called?"

Seeing that the guests like their own food, the female shopkeeper was also happy in her heart, and boasted: "This is my husband's unique craft. I can't come across it once in a few days. In fact, because the ingredients are rare, the guests are really lucky. This dish is called hot and crispy goose belly. It’s the goose breeders around here who kill the geese, buy the leftover belly in a package, wash it with a screwdriver, blanch it, and control the water. When someone wants to eat it, pick it up and marinate it to taste, and then fry it quickly with high heat and put it on the plate.”

Fang Chang ate up the millet rice and the hot crispy goose belly, and asked the female shopkeeper to pick up the empty plates and bowls, and then poured a drink with the lo mei and waited.

Although he was just sitting in this small restaurant, his five senses had already covered the whole city, and he quickly realized that the root of this Liu Yuanwai had something to do with him. After the glass making method was awarded to Liu A Niu, A Niu came here to live and take root, married a wife and had children.

There is also a weird rumor, that is, Liu Yuanwai has great strength, surpassing ordinary people, and his ancestor, Liu A Niu, moved to the grave many years after the burial, but found that the coffin was empty and had disappeared. For this reason, people around have made up many bizarre stories, and they tend to spread more and more widely.

Of course, the movement in the nearby yard could not be hidden from him at all.

Not long after, Wu Yuansi, the pigeon spirit, came out of the gate of Liu Yuanwai's house in a daze. He even staggered a little. He had to hold on to the wall to walk out for a while, but he was obviously aimless, and he looked like he was greatly shocked. .

Not far away, Fang Chang greeted Wu Yuansi twice through the window, and then he called Wu Yuansi back to his senses. Seeing Fang Chang sitting by the window, he went straight to the shop and sat down, not knowing what to say. Fang Chang took a cup and filled it with coarse wine and handed it over. Wu Yuansi took a gulp and felt better, and then began to cry.

Fang Chang didn't say anything to comfort him. After Wu Yuansi calmed down a bit, he asked, "It's not going well?"

"En." Wu Yuansi replied in a low voice, and then seemed to spit out the bitterness in his heart, and said, "It's not that my writing is bad, but for some reason, I just don't like it..."

Fang Chang listened for a long time, and it turned out that Wu Yuansi and several other people went to Liu Yuanwai to apply for the recruitment. As a result, he was rejected in the first round, which was a bit irritating. But he knew that it wasn't that the level of the goblin in front of him was not good enough, but that he was born against this line of work, so he had uninterrupted tragic experiences.

So he turned around and asked the female shopkeeper to warm up two corners of wine again, considered his sentence, and comforted him: "I have written a lot of books. Although it is not for the purpose of spreading widely, I also know that many things are not crimes of war. Most of the time, writing books and eating is a dead end, so it’s better to change careers.”

"Changing careers sounds good, but what can I do?" Wu Yuansi felt a little disappointed, and drank to drink away his worries.

"Why don't you try to deliver letters for others? I heard that there is a great demand for this, and it may be suitable for you." Fang Chang sincerely suggested to the pigeon in front of him. The latter nodded repeatedly, expressing that today he would be looking for a post delivery job in Changxin City, but immediately he passed out drunk on the table.

Fang Chang got up gently, put a small lump of silver in Wu Yuansi's hand, and after paying the bill, he gave some more to the shopkeeper and asked the shopkeeper not to disturb Wu Yuansi, then he got up gently and left the city.