The sky was dim and a carriage drove out of the Star Gazing Pavilion.

Fan Yu felt the coldness of the morning, with few pedestrians on the streets, and many vendors carrying loads came to occupy the stall early.

The wind blew, causing a burst of cold. The stall cleverly swept the steamer with a sweat towel, and the steaming steamed in a steaming manner, attracting the pedestrians coming and going.

After passing the neighborhood, a small building was coming forward, with a long line in front of them. The guys greeted him in front, and from time to time, he brought out a cage of exquisite steamers made of bamboo strips from the gap.

"This pastry shop has good skills and exquisite materials. It is made and sold on time, with a juicy filling, and the business is excellent... Many wealthy families send servants to pick up buns and snacks early. Look, this is mostly like this."

"The relationship is good. I haven't eaten that day and my stomach is very empty."

Partridge smiled: "You haven't eaten for a day... You have been walking on Star Avenue for two days and one night. If you didn't want to see how long you could last, this party would have ended long ago."

"So long?"

Fan Yu thought about it and had to pause for a long time every step of his life. He refines the essence of the stars. The longer he went, the longer he was, the more he was, he was no longer surprised.

When I arrived in front of my house, it was already dawn, and I saw Mr. Qin Er going out with a large teapot and a cigarette pole.

"I'm busy, second uncle."

"Now, if we don't make more money by making money before the weather is too cold, the whole family will starve to death."

After chatting for a few words, I saw the second uncle hunched out of the alley facing the cold wind, rubbing his teeth: "Why is this old man talking with thorns? When did his feelings offend him?"

When I entered the yard, I saw the second boy of the Qin family busy, and I saw sweating early in the morning, so I greeted him, but didn't care about entering the backyard.

Widow Liu was working in the kitchen, her flax-colored face was slightly red, and she was squatting on the ground with her butt sticking out and washing vegetables.

Fan Yu coughed intentionally and walked in.

Widow Liu heard the movement and turned around and stood up quickly. She wiped the water on her body and said in surprise: "Mr. Fan, you are back. You have made the old lady very anxious these days."

Fan Yu nodded slightly, without explaining, and raised a basket in his hand: "Come back with some hot buns, go and call the two little guys up. It will be not delicious if it is cold."

Widow Liu took the basket, smelled a scent, and shook her head: "Buns are expensive, they eat and slap them... I'll call the old lady now, she's just taking a walk."

"Can the old lady finish this basket?"

Fan Yu glared at her impatiently: "If you want to go, you'll go, it's a long story..."

"Who is so loud in the early morning, who will teach you a lesson?"

The old lady came back slowly with a crutch and glanced at Fan Yu: "Oh, who am I talking about? It turns out that it is Mr. Fan... I have gained skills after going out these days."

Fan Yu grinned and smiled embarrassedly: "I have been delayed for a while after following Taoist Master Queqiaozi to do business these days, which makes you worried."

The old lady hummed, and didn't look at him directly. She took a few buns from the basket, and then slowly went out, but went back to her yard.

Well, the old lady is unhappy.

Fan Yu touched his nose and looked at Widow Liu still standing there, his face fell: "Why are you standing there?"

"oh oh……"

"Come back, I haven't finished speaking."

Fan Yu glanced at Widow Liu's bulging chest and felt the hot gaze. Widow Liu's flax-colored face instantly turned red, her head was low and she wanted to bury her hands, but she didn't know where to put it.

"Fan, Mr. Fan..."

The loud sound of mosquitoes was trembling, which scared Fan Yu. Seeing her blushing like tomatoes, her eyes were like waves, and she was shy and scared, and her heart was thrilled.

"Come with me."

Fan Yu tidied up his clothes, hurriedly walked around, arrived at the bedroom, took out a purse from under the pillow, took out six yuan of money, and thought about it and took out another yuan.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Widow Liu standing at the door and frowned: "Why are you standing there? You haven't come in yet."

"Fan, Mr. Fan, I...I..."

Widow Liu bit her lip, trembling, slowly came in, closing the door as if she was on the execution ground.

"What are you doing when you close the door?"

Fan Yu glanced at her and handed over the money that was shining in the 7-yuan silver: "It's colder, go and buy a few winter clothes for the two children and the old lady. Don't save it yourself, and buy a few items."

Widow Liu was stunned, took the money with a meaning, and murmured: "You, don't you want it, you want it..."

When Fan Yu heard this, his brows kept coming and understood what it meant. He suddenly turned red, he was furious and stared at her fiercely: "Is this kind of person?"

Widow Liu was startled and waved her hand in a hurry: "No, I didn't mean that... Mr. Fan is a good person, I'm willing."

“…”

Seeing his face getting darker and darker, Widow Liu knew that she was wrong. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't find a crack in the ground to get into it. She was like running away, and walked out with the money in her arms, almost falling down, and staggered a few steps and ran away again.

...

In this time, Fan Yu went to Queqiaozi's house. The yard was not big and there were only two entrances. The front yard was damaged, so he simply pushed it down and leveled it. The back yard was slightly repaired and several rooms were left.

This house used to be a merchant family. If the family was backward, people would disappear, and the house would be abandoned. If it was not lived in a few years, bamboo would fill the courtyard.

The partridges were not cut down, but only let them remove the weeds, drove away insects, stoles, snakes and rats, and built a pavilion in the bamboo forest, which was quite elegant.

"Fan Yu, I will go out for a while. The return date is uncertain. Maybe it takes a year or two, or ten or eight years. I have left you a lot of useful things later, as well as some secret books and secrets I have collected over the years. If I don't understand, I can also go to the Star Gazing Pavilion to ask for advice from all my fellow disciples."

Seeing Fan Yu asking, Queqiaozi shook his head, his expression slightly bitter: "I have been practicing for decades. Since I have been stagnating in the second turn of the golden elixir more than 20 years ago. I thought I would use the star-watching tower of Guanluo Taoist to use the essence of the star to impact the third turn, but I have never been able to enter."

"A person's life span must be a long life. If you have a disaster or illness, you will live a hundred years. If you have a second transfer, you will borrow another fifty years. If you have a third transfer, you will live a life of two hundred years. If you have a fourth transfer, you will live a long life of three hundred years. If you have a five-turn, you will be a god in the world... Now I have sixty-three, and if I can't get through, I will be a handful of loess."

"Master..."

Fan Yu wanted to speak but stopped. After following the days of Queqiaozi, he also understood a little more about his cultivation knowledge. He knew that the older he was, the more difficult it was to break through.

Partridge chuckled: "Okay, don't want your daughter's posture. I have been practicing for decades and I also want to see the scenery at a higher level."

...

Queqiaozi left and did not say where he was going. He only left Fan Yu with books, a few land deeds and some money.

Fan Yu's life has gradually calmed down. Except for attending a Star Gazing Gallery party, he locked himself in his house at other times.

He moved to Queqiaozi's house and meditated in the bamboo forest. One is to be purified and the other is to be convenient.

On this day, I only exhaled my anger, stood up, and felt the wind blowing around the surrounding bamboo leaves swaying, rustling, and my heart was peaceful.

‘Boom’

The sky exploded, and lightning and thunder roared. After a while, dark clouds rolled and pressed very low. The thunders swam in the clouds, spitting hideous lightning.

‘Crazy’

The heavy rain poured down, and in an instant the world was covered with whiteness. The rain hit the bamboo, crackling.

Fan Yu stood still, staring blankly at the sky. The torn lightning flashes were suddenly shaken, and he woke up immediately and felt the changes in his body.

The originally empty dantian had a drop of dew at some point. Looking carefully, it was crystal clear, like a crystal bead.

The limbs are like ants crawling, sour and numb. They are the star essence that originally sinks into the bones and condenses, which are penetrated outwards, forming a stream of water-like gas.

The gas travels all over the body and finally gathers down, like branches and leaves in the morning, slowly forming a drop of "dew", swaying a few times, falling into the dantian, and blending into the original "dewdrops".

But in a moment, the originally sesame-sized "dewdrops" have grown significantly and are still increasing slowly.

"True Qi?"
Chapter completed!