The stones by the stream were warmed by the sun. Feng Xu sat at the tea stall on the roadside and poured two bowls of tea. The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, and the amber sunlight reflected on the tea.
"Feng Xu, why are you here?"
A burly man came from a distance carrying a load, with freshly picked melons on both sides of the load.
"It's nothing. I have some free time during this period. I thought I'd come back and have a look. Why don't you ride a bike? Aren't you tired of carrying a load? I remember I gave you Storage Bag before."
The man walked into the tea stall and put the cold melon into the water vat.
"What does this little thing mean? This stall is just for me to mess around with. I just want to be casual and don't need those things."
As he spoke, he was arranging the tea stall.
The tea stall was set up under a big tree on the roadside, with a few wooden poles holding up an old canvas to block the sun above our heads.
An old man driving an ox cart stopped by the roadside and asked for a bowl of tea soup.
"Brother, do you want some cold melons? The melons you picked today have been frozen for a while."
The old man looked at Liang Gua, pursed his lips, and finally didn't want it.
Feng Xu After drinking the tea in the bowl, he poured another bowl.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but there was a cool breeze inside the tea stall.
The old man drank three large bowls of tea soup, put down a Grain Yuan and left.
"Sui, you won't lose money if you do this."
Feng Xu cut open a cold melon and shared it with Feng Sui.
"I was just doing it casually, with no intention of making money."
Feng Sui Drink tea at the tea stall Grain Yuan A pot of tea, boiled water is refilled for free, and cold melon is two yuan each.
His original purpose was to provide convenience to passing passengers. With his status, he had many ways to make money if he really wanted to.
"It's better to repair this place so that it can be warmer in winter."
"That won't work. This road may need to be widened in the future. Building a house here won't cause trouble to the engineering team. When winter comes, I stay in the Wooden House in front, and all the regular customers who pass by know it."
Feng Sui pointed to Wooden House a few hundred steps away, which is where he lives now.
Looking at the simple Wooden House, Feng Xu frowned.
"Even with your Heavenly Immortal cultivation level, it will still be cold in the winter if you live in such a poor house. Why don't you build it better and get better furniture?"
"I just want it to be simple, which is good."
Thinking about the days in the cave, although it was colder, people from the same tribe lived together and stayed warm even if they were crowded together.
"Hey, are you still in charge of the village's affairs?"
"No matter what, I am just farming and setting up a tea stall. I catch fish from time to time and so on, and my life is pretty good."
Although life is better now, Feng Sui misses the old days even more. At that time, there was no concept of "family", and a tribe was just a family.
Everyone lived together in a lively and lively place, unlike now where everyone does not know what they are busy with all day long.
Feng Xu finally brought capital to this world.
"I'm leaving Human Race for a while. I don't know when I will come back."
"That's good. The world is such a big place, and people like you should go out and make a living."
Feng Sui paused for a moment while drinking tea, with a little more relief in his eyes.
"While I'm away, don't interfere with outside affairs. Even if the sky falls, don't interfere."
"With my little cultivation and knowledge, I can only take care of this village, but how can I take care of the outside world."
Feng Sui put down the tea bowl and looked towards the end of the road.
"But if people from outside insist on making trouble, even if King Laozi comes, I will not let them enter the village."
"Okay, no one will bother your poor mountain village."
Feng Xu put down five Grain Yuan, stood up and left.
"By the way, I re-trained your broken ax and it's much heavier than before. You have to practice hard, otherwise you won't even be able to pick up the weapon."
Feng Sui looked at Mountain-Cleaving Axe in the corner. The whole texture was different from before. He tried to pick it up, but found that he couldn't lift it at all.
Feng Xu saw this and left with a big smile.
A burst of Qingfeng blew by, bringing a refreshing feeling to the entire road.
The old man driving the bullock cart stopped at the roadside again to let the cow rest. Looking back, he found a round cold melon placed in the cart behind him.
Feng Xu returned to Mistveil Peak. At this time, Fuxi had prepared wine and food and was sitting at the table waiting for him.
"It's rare that you can also treat guests."
Feng Xu rubbed his hands and sat down, eating wine and chatting with Fuxi.
The two talked about the various practices of Feng Xu over the years.
Among them, Fuxi's favorite is Feng Xu's creation calendar.
"I saw the calendar you made. It's very good. Not only does it have accurate dates of the year and seasons, but it also marks the solar terms. It can be used to calculate days and is also helpful for farming."
Because the moon does not wax and wane, there is no moon.
A year is divided into eight time periods according to Eight Trigrams. Each quarter has two hexagrams, each with fifty days, making a total of four hundred days in a year.
Fuxi looked at Feng Xu, and he appreciated Feng Xu's talent more and more. As a low-level monk of Primordial World, he could not only know the number of days, but also help ordinary people in production and labor.
Those who can penetrate the Tao into daily life so that people can use it daily without even knowing it, are the true Daoists.
"Don't you powerful people have something similar to a calendar?"
"There is no unified calendar, not even Script, they are all practicing independently."
Fuxi looked at Feng Xu approvingly.
"Then you have no concept of time, how do you know what to do at different times?"
"Generally, time is measured by Yuanhui. One Yuanhui is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years, and one Tribulation Cycle is fifty thousand Yuanhui."
"A Tribulation Cycle is 6.48 billion years old, so how did you observe Yuanhui?"
Fuxi stood up and looked up at the sky. His handsome and upright figure revealed countless vicissitudes of life.
"Thirty-Three Heavens Great Luo Heaven can't feel the passage of time, there is only one standard, and the length of the shadow of the standard is one Yuanhui after a complete cycle."
"I heard that one day in heaven and one hundred years on earth are true?" Feng Xu asked.
"It's true, but in the entire Primordial World, except for the special Grotto-Heaven and the small world, the overall time flow rate is the same. But from Great Wilderness to Thirty-Three Heavens, the time every day is different.
Heavenly Court is located at Thirty-Second Heaven, and one day is equivalent to a hundred years here. The further down, the smaller the difference between the daily time and Great Wilderness."
The sky speaks of heaven, and the world speaks of sun.
Now Primordial World has four hundred days in a year, which means that Heavenly Court one year equals Primordial World forty thousand years!
"Feng Xu, I have to go to Heavenly Court. I won't be back soon."
Fuxi didn't look back, still looking up at the sky.
"It just so happens that I'm leaving too, so isn't the world going to be in chaos during this period?"
Feng Xu smiled bitterly, Yun Tian was under a lot of pressure.
"Don't worry, Sage's attitude towards you when he preached was seen by those powerful people. Who dares to come to Human Race to dominate at this time?"
Fuxi turned around, patted Feng Xu on the shoulder, and then walked towards the cliff.
"Fellow Daoist, I take good care of you. I send you off with the sound of the piano."
Feng Xu After that, he sat down and played the piano.
"Good, this is the joy of life."
Fuxi turned around and left, and the melodious sound of the piano spread throughout Great Wilderness.
Feng Xu looked at the sky, feeling an inexplicable loss in his heart.
He clenched his fists and looked at the sky.
"One day Human Race will no longer be afraid of any race and become the true master of heaven and earth."
Don't you see, Great Dao is ruthless and has many hardships, and all races are born to strive for the first place.
If you don't see it, there will be many disasters in the fields. Sage doesn't know that the troubled times are difficult.
The earth cave is as cold as dust, and life is like dust. Thousands of trials and tribulations will enlighten human relations.
One star tribe started a prairie fire and turned into Great Wilderness Tianfu Spring.
There is no way that people's hearts are based on heaven's instructions. They are originally made from scratch. Qiankun.
Fight against the Sirius, suppress the eight wastelands, kill Demon King, and wander the mountains and rivers.
But before Chen Ke, the grave was covered with deep vegetation.
Educate the living beings to respect the order of etiquette, and make the law clear and prosperous.
Build the city and open up trade routes to the sea, and all kinds of businesses will prosper and flourish in the courtyard.
Don't laugh at the time when you were just fish and meat, and you will see the heroes in thousands of reincarnations.
There is no need to fear the catastrophe of heaven and earth, I have Primordial Chaos Creation Scripture.