Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

It turned out that there was a farmer selling oranges in the wide street ahead.

The peasant was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. His hair was looming on his head, and his face had been stained by the wind and frost early on. At first glance, he looked like a poor and tired person.

There was a big cart behind him, no livestock, only a hemp rope shoulder strap, a cart of several hundred kilograms of oranges, and it was actually pulled by one person.

The weather has been exceptionally warm these two days, the ice and snow have melted, and the farmers are sweating profusely.

"Buy and sell oranges. Good, delicious."

"Hahaha…"

The clumsy words of the farmer made the onlookers laugh. Yuyang City has very few winter fruits, and Yunsu has not seen many people selling fruits along the way. It's no wonder that the scent of oranges attracts so many people.

Someone asked about the price, and the farmer murmured about six cents a pound, and they all thought it was too expensive, but they refused to leave, so they pestered the farmer to sell it cheaper.

"The price can't be less."

The peasant's face turned red when he was laughed at for a few words. The appearance of a big man standing in a state of unease caused everyone to laugh, but no matter what, it was only six cents per pound.

There were more and more people booing, and the peasant's face became more and more red, and he was so anxious that he could not do anything about it.

At this moment, a Taoist man in rags with a dirty face pushed away the crowd, stepped forward, and stretched out his hands to beg the peasants.

"Old Daoist is hungry, give me an orange."

The peasants had been ridiculed and run by Liushen Wuzhu, and when they saw someone coming to ask for it, they subconsciously refused.

Although he was clumsy in eloquence, he knew it well. When he saw the beggars in the crowd who were looking at a cart of oranges, he thought about it and refused.

"If the Taoist priest is hungry, eat this."

Hearing this, the Taoist was furious and scolded: "You have a carload of several hundred kilograms of oranges, and it won't hurt you much if you give me one. The old Taoist just wants to taste your oranges, who will eat your sweaty cake? ."

"Hahaha…"

"Yeah, give me a taste of your hundreds of pounds."

"Yes, yes, I can also help you to taste it, how does it taste, and whether it is worth buying."

"You're making a fuss like this, how many oranges are left in the car, really."

"That's right, shameless. The oranges belong to someone else. It's a good intention to give someone to eat. It's also right not to give someone to eat. If I'm poor, it's not because of my relatives or because of my family, how about you give me some silver and copper coins from your family."

The crowd was noisy, some were booing, some were old-fashioned, some were helping farmers, but the farmer, seeing everyone getting more and more excited, opened his mouth several times without saying he was ugly, so he had to get out of the car. A pole on top, for fear of being robbed.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yunsu seemed to remember something, smiled playfully, took out a copper coin, and handed it to the farmer.

"This eldest brother, since the Taoist priest wants to eat, but you don't want to give it to him, how about I give him a penny to buy one for him?"

"Yes, yes."

The peasant was also frightened, and hurriedly took an orange and handed it to the sloppy Taoist. Yunsu cupped his hands and offered a copper coin.

When the sloppy old Taoist saw someone paying to buy oranges, he thanked them, peeled them and ate them.

Lao Dao spat out a plump and white orange seed, held it in his palm, borrowed a **** from someone else, and took a pot of boiling water from the steamed bun shop.

I saw him dig a hole directly in the middle of the street, scatter a seed, cover it with soil at will, and pour a pot of boiling water on it, muttering words in his mouth.

"Long, long, long..."

As he read it aloud, a green bud emerged from the soil, growing taller and taller, and after a while, it had grown to a height of several feet, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Then, the flowers bloomed and fell, and in the blink of an eye, the branches were already covered with little green oranges the size of fingers.

"God, I met a god."

"This is amazing."

"Hahaha, peasants don't have an immortal fate, so they can't bear an orange, and they lose a fate."

"Hurry up, quickly worship the gods."

"The gods have appeared."

The farmer on the side was already terrified and trembling. I had never seen such a rare thing before, but I didn't dare to go forward, so I had to stand by the car and guard the oranges.

On the tangerine tree, the green tangerines are ripe, all of them are big, round and red, almost exactly the same as the ones on the car. They shimmer in the sun and look more attractive. Many people secretly swallowed their saliva.

Seeing this, the sloppy old Tao pointed to the red oranges on the treetops, and said loudly, "Old Taoist Qingshan is not as stingy as he is to keep money. Anyone who wants to eat oranges can come and eat them."

When the people heard this, they were immediately overjoyed, and they all stepped forward to pick up the oranges. The sloppy old man shook the orange tree with a smile, and big red oranges fell one by one.

After a while, the oranges were all divided up by everyone. Lao Dao picked up his hoe, dug up the orange tree, carried it on his body, and turned to leave.

The onlookers shouted the gods, bowed their heads and saluted. Some even knelt down to pay homage, while others cried aloud, begging the gods for their blessings, and some even asked the gods to take them away because they wanted to be gods.

When the old peasant saw it, he was extremely frightened. At first, he thought it was a trick, how could he offend such a god.

But when I think of this carload of oranges, which is the wages of the boatmen, I really can't give them away.

"Don't blame the gods, the little ones don't know how to do business. These oranges are the wages of the brothers on the orange ship, and they all count. The little ones are afraid that they won't be enough, so they don't dare..."

The man dressed as a farmer was about to kneel down to worship, but he felt that someone was holding him back. He turned his head and saw that it was the kind man who spent a penny to buy oranges for the old fairy just now.

"This brother, look back."

"what!…"

When the man looked back, he was so shocked that his soul went out of his body. He saw that there was no red orange in the car, and even the pole was chopped off by most of them. He shook his head fiercely, and suddenly came back to his senses.

"No, my orange, then, that old man hurt me..."

The man just felt dark in front of him, his body was weak, his legs bent and he fell to the ground, murmuring to himself, how good is this, hundreds of kilograms of oranges are all the wages of the workers, even if the house is demolished Even the shabby hut can't make up the money.

Where is there any trace of the sloppy Taoist, he has long since disappeared.

"Come with me."

Yunsu pulled him away.

…

In an alley dozens of feet away from the place where the oranges were sold, a Taoist man appeared, looked back at the man selling oranges in the distance, stroked his beard and smiled.

His face was filled with the smugness of educating the world, as if he had done another great deed, and even the beard on his chin was shaking, expressing his complacency.

"How ignorant people in the world are. They regard money as their fate, and they don't know how to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. It's really ridiculous."

The sloppy Taoist flicked his sleeves in disdain, and was about to leave, but he met a young man in front of him, with the farmer who sold oranges, looking at him lightly, suddenly startled, his body was cold, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. , like facing a monster that can eat people.

The whole person can't move, and he can't even ask for mercy.

This person is young, and although he looks handsome, he doesn't have the slightest mana fluctuation. How can he be so terrifying. Just looking at himself lightly, it is so terrifying, it seems that he will be killed by this invisible weirdness at any time.

"you…"

"Master, are oranges delicious?"

"Delicious…"

"Well, since it's delicious, then pay for it. There is no reason in the world to buy something without giving money."

"Okay, okay."

The sloppy Taoist suddenly found that he was able to move. He hurriedly reached into his sleeve and took out a purse, but he couldn't hold it firmly and fell to the ground. There was a clanging sound inside, obviously a lot of money.

"Here, money for your oranges."

The Taoist finally bent down and picked up the money bag, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't even count it, and handed it directly to the confused, stunned man.

"Eh? Money!"

The man came back to his senses, took the money bag, felt the weight inside, opened the bag, and carefully picked out a small piece of silver.

"The small carload of oranges has a total of 351 catties. I have already asked Mr. to calculate the amount. It should be so much money, and it is too much. It is too much."

The man stuffed the purse back to Lao Dao, but Lao Dao didn't return it when he saw it, so he had to hand it to Yun Su with trembling hands.

"I have no business with you, and we don't need any money."

The sloppy old man still has the slightest bit of immortality at this time, and he is about to cry in his heart. If you accept the money, I will feel more at ease.

Yunsu ignored him, turned to the man and said, "Go back early, the family is waiting for you to come, be careful with money on the way."

"Xianchang, this, this is your penny, a small cart of oranges, and the Taoist priest has paid for it."

"Alright."

Yun Su took the penny without saying much, turned around and walked straight away.

After a full half of the incense sticks, Qingshan Laodao's body softened, he fell to the ground, got up after a while, and ran out of the city with a scrambling, secretly thinking that this Yuyang City was too scary, and he couldn't stay for a long time.

Yunsu was standing on the side of the street with great interest at this time, watching the broken boulders in the chest of people, and turned to see the Taoist man flying out of the city. But not complete, and ignore him.

It's that kind of orange illusion, which is ignored in Yunsu's eyes from the beginning to the end, but ordinary people can't see it. It seems that a magic trick has a long way to go. This man has a very low cultivation level. good.

Going out today is worth it.