Bang! clang! Dang...
The long bells echoed, awakening the sleeping capital.
Spring Breeze Pavilion The old man who spent the night ran out half-wrapped in his long gown. He had to spend money later. When he went out to see the people hurriedly going to work, he spat and cursed.
"The mud-legged guy deserves to die from exhaustion!"
Wandering on the street with nothing to do, I met familiar literati and chatted together.
Ambition is hard to achieve, and resentment arises in the heart.
It is always unavoidable to say that people's hearts are old and the harm caused by machines is endless, and then they miss the beginning of the founding of the country when scholars ruled the world. When the talk gets more intense, I want to go to the palace gate to remonstrate, and in the blink of an eye I see the subordinates patrolling the streets approaching.
He immediately covered his face and ran away, not forgetting to look back and say hello.
"I had a great time chatting with my brother. Let's talk again tonight Spring Breeze Pavilion!"
At the same time.
Ningde Ward.
Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep, waved his sleeves, and a crystal clear orb rolled out.
Divine Sense swept over Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, and Spirit Ginseng Child had already begun to take care of spirit medicine. He nodded with satisfaction. There are not many such good workers in the world.
"Practice hard for two hundred years, rest in the world for a while, and relax your mind."
Zhou Yi came to the courtyard. It had been cleaned up yesterday. Two sections of thousand-year-old jujube trees and grape vines were cut and planted in the courtyard. It will take only a few years to restore the appearance of a thousand years ago.
Make a fire, cook, and read Buddhist and Daoist scriptures.
When I went out, I glanced at the Daoist robe on my body, waved my hand and turned it into a long robe, humming a ditty that boys and girls were forbidden to listen to, and came to the store I bought yesterday.
Facing the street, on the second floor, there is a small courtyard behind the house.
Originally, it was a bank business. As Kunlun Trading Company took charge of printing coins and expanding the ticket business, banks of all sizes closed down in batches.
The former owner was nostalgic and nostalgic, and the shops around him had been built into three- or four-story buildings. He was the only one who was unwilling to renovate the style of the shop from a century ago, and persisted in the ancestral business in the rolling tide, eventually losing all his money!
The shop was empty, and the counters were all moved out and sold to pay off the bills, but it also saved on cleaning.
Zhou Yi drew some drawings from memory, found a carpenter's shop on the street, and ordered a batch of tables, chairs and benches.
The second floor was originally a bank box, responsible for receiving wealthy businessmen. Masons were asked to demolish and build it, and turned it into about ten guest rooms.
Half a month later.
After a thousand years, Yu Jian Tavern reopens.
There are eight square tables on the first floor. The store only sells wine, and guests must bring their own food and drinks.
Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, lowered his head to read the Daoist scriptures, comprehended Daoist Canon, and greeted guests when they came.
"Pear Blossom White, one, two, one pot!"
Ningde Ward belongs to the second and third ring roads of the capital, only two streets away from the palace. Many wealthy people live nearby. However, in the newly opened Nameless wine shop, no one with money is willing to take advantage of it.
It's approaching noon.
Zhou Yi was drowsy, thinking about closing the business and going home to take a nap, when a voice came.
"Sir, bring the pot Pear Blossom White."
Following the voice, I looked over and saw that the speaker was an old man wearing a long gown. His white hair was neatly combed, wearing a square scarf on his head and holding a dragon-head crutch in his left hand.
"Please take a seat."
Zhou Yi took the pre-customized porcelain bottle, opened the wine jar, and found exactly two wine grapes filled, and placed them respectfully on the old man's table.
The old man cupped his hands and said, "I'm Chen Chengye, I wonder what your surname is sir?"
Zhou Yi adheres to the concept that people must wear condoms when traveling in the world, and said, "My surname is Sun Gui, my surname is Sun, and my name is Wu. If I am not a gentleman, just call me Shopkeeper Sun."
"It turns out to be shopkeeper Sun."
Chen Chengye A flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Shopkeeper Sun, don't be humble. I have lived for more than a hundred years and have never seen anyone like you."
Zhou Yi said in surprise, "What does it look like?"
"Shopkeeper Sun doesn't look like a stranger, but looks like a god enshrined in the temple."
Chen Chengye said as he poured it out and drank it himself. Pear Blossom White tasted mellow in the mouth and was like fire in the stomach but was soft and not spicy. After a long while, he sighed in admiration.
"Good wine!"
"As long as the guest officer is satisfied."
After Zhou Yi returned to the counter, he carefully considered Chen Chengye's words and realized that as time went by in seclusion, his aura became more and more obvious.
"Since you have entered the common world, you should be like the light!"
The breath quickly fell silent, Mana was sealed into Dantian, leaving only the cold temperament that needs to be tempered in the world of mortals for a while before it can be completely dissipated.
"You have to change the books you read."
Zhou Yi put away the Buddhist and Daoist classics, took out an illustrated storybook, and read it with relish.
Chen Chengye After drinking, he came to the counter to pay the bill. When he saw the script, his eyes lit up and he said, "Shopkeeper Sun, can Mr. Chen pass on this book?"
"Of course."
Zhou Yi received the silver dollars and handed over the storybook.
Chen Chengye carefully identified it and determined that it has a history of at least 1,500 years and can be traced back to the middle period of the Qian Dynasty. What is even more rare is that it is in good preservation condition and is a rare antique in the world.
"Shopkeeper Sun, where did your words come from?"
"It has been handed down from our ancestors."
Zhou Yi said, "If you like it, I will sell it to you at a price."
Chen Chengye was slightly startled, subconsciously thinking it was a scam, and checked page by page to make sure there was nothing wrong, and asked tentatively.
"How about five thousand taels?"
"Yes, but you have to agree to one condition."
Zhou Yi said, "I would like to trouble you to buy a batch of story books. They don't need to be unique copies of ancient books, as long as the stories are interesting."
"Deal!"
Chen Chengye When I first saw Chen Chengye, I felt that Zhou Yi was not like ordinary people. Now I see that it is indeed the case. Good books are worth gold and silver, which is quite the style of the ancients.
"This Pear Blossom White is a masterpiece. Chen will bring his friends to taste it next time. It's just that there is wine but no meat, and the wine is useless. Shopkeeper Sun will hurry up and recruit a cook."
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "If you are destined, it will come."
"The shopkeeper is really a wonderful person, and recruiting chefs is so interesting."
Chen Chengye took out five thousand taels of cash and asked for a wooden box from Zhou Yi. He held it in his arms and left happily.
Zhou Yi took out a storybook from his sleeve and continued to flip through it. Reading these stories again after a thousand years would feel melancholy.
"I know this author well. Back then he used elixirs to urge men to watch, but now the grass on his grave is three feet high!"
The next day.
Zhou Yi When we came out of Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, it was already three o'clock in the morning and we were looking for some food along the street.
Take this opportunity to say hello to your neighbors. In the next few decades or hundreds of years, you will probably attend their funerals and those of their children and grandchildren.
I arrived at the tavern near noon and found four carriages parked outside the door, with several old men in long gowns standing next to them.
The leader was none other than Chen Chengye, and the others were dressed similarly, with square scarves, round-neck gowns, and crutches. Among them was an old man in a green shirt, with a look of impatience on his face. He took out a gold pocket watch from his arms, opened it and checked the time.
"Shopkeeper Sun is finally here."
"Long time waiting."
Zhou Yi quickly opened the store door and invited several old men to sit down.
Chen Chengye introduced them one by one, and their names sounded quite intimidating, such as Zhaowen Academy, the honorary dean, the host of such-and-such poetry club, and the leader of such-and-such literati gathering.
Zhou Yi I immediately understood who these old men were. They probably failed to catch up with the times or were unwilling to change, but they had deep ancestral heritage and owned a lot of gold, silver, and land.
Lu Bo, who likes to snap open and close gold pocket watches, stood up after sitting down, looked carefully at the tables, chairs and benches, and praised them repeatedly.
"Shopkeeper Sun has a rich family background, and this table and chairs are quite ancient. If Lu is right, they should be in the style of Daqian from a thousand years ago!"
Continue writing one more chapter.
I haven't dared to read comments these days, but readers, please rest assured, the plot of urban cultivators pretending to be immortals will not happen, and I can't write it either...
With technology now at its current level, spiritual energy has begun to recover.
The protagonist, an immortal old monster, must have gone through many different eras. Technology is just one of the brief moments in countless years. The plot of this book has just begun.