The kitchen of Cuiming Building is not big, and there are usually only three people in the back kitchen, one old man with two young, Old Man Zhao and his two apprentices: one is Yan Fang and the other is Li Dafa.

Li Dafa is nineteen this year, his hometown is in the countryside of Pingyang County, Yuezhou, five years ago there was a locust plague in Pingyang County, many people in Pingyang fled to other villages, Dafa also fled to Yuezhou City at that time, Dafa's parents and sister were starving to death on the way to flee, Dafa fled to Yuezhou City when he was dying, sleeping on the street, it was the old man Zhao who brought him back. And Yan Fang grew up with Old Man Zhao since he was a child, Li Dafa is two years older than Yan Fang, and he is also diligent, cutting vegetables, and his ability to take charge of the spoon is more than a step higher than Yan Fang. When Yan Fang entered, Li Dafa was still practicing, holding a large iron pot in his right hand, and the iron pot was also filled with iron sand, which was used to exercise wrist strength.

Dafa's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, his face was slightly red, and his legs trembling slightly, it seemed that he had been standing for a long time, and he couldn't hold it anymore, Yan Fang saw this and said: Senior brother, rest for a while, and practice later. Dafa smiled honestly and said, "Okay, then rest for a while." Aunt Ma's taro has already been delivered, so why don't they sell the skin first. Yan Fang replied casually: Okay, the old man also told me just now.

The two brothers each had a bench and a kitchen knife, and began to sharpen the taro, and the two of them put the dragon gate while cutting, "Senior brother, did you see that drunken old man yesterday, the one who embroidered a crane on his clothes and named the girl who looked for Jiyue." "See, what's wrong?"

"I heard Aunt Liu say that he is Elder Wu of the Canghe faction, today is Yin, before dawn, a man in black came to knock on the door, I went to open the door, and came to Elder Wu by name, the two didn't know what to say, after listening to Elder Wu's face changed greatly, he didn't have time to tidy up his clothes and left with the man in black, just now, a big man in a purple robe and black face came to find Elder Wu again, saying that Elder Wu betrayed the sect and came to arrest him and go back to be punished. insisted that we hand over the people, and the table was smashed, and Aunt Liu persuaded the people to leave after saying all the good things and stuffing the silver, what do you say this is called?"

After listening to this, Yan Fang roughly deduced the general course of the matter after a little thought, the big man couldn't find it, probably went to find it elsewhere or went to his life in a hurry. At first, I was a little surprised, but I was relieved immediately, it was nothing more than the struggle between the Jianghu sects and myself, and it had nothing to do with Li Dafa. Comforted: Don't think too much about the grievances of the people in the rivers and lakes, brother, let's hurry up and peel the taro, if you cut it slowly, the old man will nag again.

"Yes, we cut our taro, and do so much. Li Dafa smiled honestly when he heard this.

After cutting the taro, Yan Fang went back to his room, leaving Li Dafa to continue practicing, Cuiminglou is a brothel, not a restaurant, and most of the people who come here are not for appetite. The back kitchen of Cuiming Building is also relatively leisurely, there is generally nothing to do at noon, and it will be a little busy at night, but the three masters and apprentices are enough to deal with it.

The room layout is very simple, but it is not simple, it is simple and clean, Yan Fang sat cross-legged on the bed, and the "Canghe Heart Sutra" hand-copied overnight last night was spread out in front of him, and began to cultivate, "The Tao rushes to use it, or it is not profitable." The "Canghe Heart Sutra" itself is not an offensive exercise, it is an internal skill, which is used to cultivate true qi, and the people of the rivers and lakes cultivate true qi, and then use true qi to perform martial arts, while those legendary cultivators are the cultivation of heaven and earth vitality, and use the heaven and earth vitality to perform magic and immortal arts.

For example, if a person throws a punch at will, if he uses his True Qi, the power will at least double, and if he mobilizes the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, it will be more than ten times the original one.

These are all things that Old Man Zhao inadvertently told Yan Fang casually, Old Man Zhao's name is Zhao Rui, and he raised Yan Fang since he was a child.

In Yan Fang's eyes, Old Man Zhao is an old man, a cook, by the way, he is still a gambling stick, a gambling stick who is bound to lose every gamble and never gets tired of it, Cuiming Lou eats and stays, and the old man Zhao earns every month In addition to leaving some money to buy wine and drink, the rest are filial piety to the gambling house, and sometimes he will catch Yan Fang's. But sometimes Yan Fang feels that this old man who has been with him for so many years hides a big secret that no one knows, and there will be troublemakers in Cuiming Lou from time to time, at this time, the old man will occasionally show a murderous aura, yes, murderous aura, it is a kind of smell of blood, and only people who don't know how many lives have been stained on their hands will have a murderous aura.

When he felt this murderous aura on the old man for the first time, Yan Fang was shocked, and even a little scared, he didn't close his eyes all night, and when he washed the dishes the next day, he broke several plates and was scolded by the old man.

But over time, I got used to it.

"The Tao rushes to use it, or it does not make a profit. The abyss is like the sect of all things...."Yan Fang settled down, and when he woke up, he found that five hours had passed, and the sky was already slightly dark. Sitting on his legs was a little sore, and it was a little difficult to stand up, at this time, Yan Fang found that there seemed to be something strange in his body, and there was a trace of true qi swimming in his body, like a gossamer, yes, the qi was like a gossamer, and the first layer of condensation was in the realm. Yan Fang was a little pleased, after all, he had finally stepped on the threshold of cultivating true qi.

At this time, I heard Li Dafa's voice, "Senior brother, come out and help"

"Here we go!"

Yan Fang responded.

When the busy is over, Dafa will go back to the room to sleep as soon as he is busy, and Yan Fang is not sleepy, and climbed up the roof of Cuiming Building along the wooden ladder, the weather is very good tonight, there are no clouds to see the starry sky and the bright moon, and you can also see the Wangyue Lake in the distance, the moon and the starry sky are reflected on the lake, the stars are bright, and the boat on the lake is like rippling in the galaxy from a distance, like a fairyland.

Yan Fang looked at the scenery in front of him and sighed softly.

It's been seven years since I came into this world.

Before crossing the Qianyan Fang, he was an ordinary college student in Yong City, who went to school at Ningbo University, and Yong City also had Moon Lake, but it was not as big as Yuezhou City and there was no beauty of Yuezhou City.

Before the crossing, Yan Fang liked folk songs very much, and learned to play the guitar after going to college, and there was one of Yan Fang's favorite folk singers at that music festival, and when he heard the news, he grabbed tickets on the Internet for the first time, and took a two-hour bus to the suburbs to watch the music festival that day.

The venue of the music festival is very muddy and full of the smell of inferior barbecue, but it can't stop the enthusiasm of the literary and artistic youth. After the chorus one by one, it was the last song of the last singer in the blink of an eye.

Castle in the sky

"Sister Hong Kong Island, the Spanish pie you dedicated to me melted me sweetly, and the city in the sky was crying....."

This is one of Yan Fang's favorite folk songs, and the composer of this song is also Yan Fang's favorite folk singer.

Just when the music festival was about to end successfully in the chorus, there was a sudden thunderclap, and a lightning glowing purple light crossed the sky, and when he woke up, Yan Fang was already in Cuiming Tower.

Possessed by a ten-year-old boy with the same name and surname as him.

At first, Yan Fang thought that he had traveled back to ancient times like the pig's feet of those historical novels, but after living in this world for a while, he realized that this was not any dynasty in Chinese history, but a different world, just dressed up and similar to ancient China.

It was a little difficult to accept when I first crossed, after all, I still had parents, relatives, classmates, and friends in the original world... There are too many things that can't be parted with, but after a long time, I slowly accepted it, after all, I can't go back, and life still has to go on.

Unlike the previous life, this world has the existence of heaven and earth Yuan power, the existence of cultivators, and legends of immortals. Yan Fang, who had read a lot of fantasy fairy tales in his previous life, was also very interested in this, but he was only struggling with the way, and only today could he be able to cultivate to the first layer of condensation, and what he cultivated was not the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth, but just ordinary True Qi. But this also greatly inspired Yan Fang, after all, he finally opened the door to cultivation.

Looking at the starry sky, Yan Fang remembered all the things in his previous life, and couldn't help humming a song that changed the trajectory of his life.

"Sister Hong Kong Island, the Spanish pie you gave me melted me sweetly, the city in the sky is crying, sister Hong Kong Island, the sweet love we once had, madness ravaged me, the city in the sky is crying....."