Chapter 863: Circle 1

When Fang Yuan woke up, he was dazed. He wondered if he could come back.

This is his second time traveling through time.

It turned out that he really went home, died and went home.

The house is still decorated as a mourning hall, and the white funeral ceremonies have not been taken down yet.

"Master, I will be leaving in two days. This is the money from the sale of the shop. Master, you should take this money to a big city."

After the butler finished speaking, he put down his things and left.

Republic of China.

Fang Yuan packed his things and ran into the mountains.

I only go down the mountain occasionally.

He needs natural treasures to temper his body, and he also needs to plant the seeds of Tao in himself.

What he needs most is the essence of wood.

Because once this kind of thing is planted, he will break away from the roots of mortals and take a step towards transcendence.

The main thing is that you don’t need to eat anymore, and your physical fitness will get better and better.

For example, running fast, flying far, and jumping high.

This is how the art of lightness came about.

He didn't know why he came back, and probably couldn't figure it out.

He has no attachment to either world.

The villagers living at the foot of the mountain also thought Fang Yuan was a very strange person.

He is dressed like a rich young man, but he has the bearing of a hermit.

Very strange.

The mountain road is difficult to walk on, but the Fangyuan road is as easy to walk on as flat ground.

Although he could eat some pheasants and rabbits to satisfy his hunger, he still had to go down the mountain to buy the main food.

So for future convenience, he could only find a valley, clean up a cave, and simply plant rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn.

As for wild vegetables and meat, they are available in the mountains.

The prerequisite is that you have good skills like him.

Although the spiritual energy in his body is now thin, he can already move freely in the mountains and forests.

The more people gather in a place, the thinner the spiritual energy is, or even there is none at all.

Only in these mountains and forests can you find such fantastic scenery.

Birds chirped in the early morning, Fang Yuan woke up, and a light mist dissipated.

Looking at his clothes that were torn by tree branches in the forest, Fang Yuan decided to go down the mountain to the town to buy a few more clothes.

He is still a human being, he needs to eat and have clean clothes.

Fang Yuan sighed, "Forget it, it's good enough that I can still practice."

Fang Yuan's emotions had long since faded away during the endless years of cultivation.

He has no dramatic background and no complicated relationships.

He only pursues the great way.

The great way is what his heart desires.

But unexpectedly, this time, he saw the human market.

In the cage were dirty and skinny people who looked like they had been hungry for a long time and were just skin and bones.

Fang Yuan pointed at one of them and said, "I want him."

Sure enough, the person in charge here quickly brought the man out.

Fang Yuan gave the money and took him to the inn to wash up and change into the clothes bought by the waiter.

Fang Yuan gathered the hair around the ears of the person in front of him. Since the towel couldn't dry it, he used his spiritual power to dry it.

Unfortunately, it was gone in an instant.

The unconscious man still wanted to get closer. He liked the feeling just now. It made him feel very comfortable.

Meeting the clear eyes and brows, Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Take your time. There will be more later."

He looked at his deformed fingers. They were a little longer, but that was okay. At least they were just a little longer, not a little shorter.

When the waiter brought the porridge, the man looked at Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan fed him a mouthful, and he knew how to eat it.

"You've been hungry for a long time now, so you can't eat too much. Take your time, okay?"

The man nodded and began to eat in small bites. Even though he was very hungry, his upbringing was evident.

If he weren't so thin, he would be an extremely handsome man.

His body has thin muscles like ribs. He is a martial artist, and I don't know how he became like this.

To be honest, there are many poor people, but only a few can touch Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was carrying a big bag and holding the man's hand with his left hand. Although he was thin, he could walk after drinking two bowls of porridge.

His eyes never left Fang Yuan. He could feel Fang Yuan's peace, the ultimate peace.

His soul and world are extremely stable.

Unlike them, who are extremely anxious, fearful, and depressed and can explode at any time.

The occasional headaches also subsided because of Fang Yuan's arrival.

Fangyuan's world is leisurely and comfortable, not affected by the outside world at all.

He didn't care about the look in the man's eyes.

I was just worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up with his pace, as the mountain road was difficult to walk on and he was a reclusive person.

But fortunately, the man was able to follow his footsteps with ease.

He was holding a candied haws in his left hand and was not afraid of the mountains and forests at all.

Fortunately, they arrived at the valley where Fang Yuan lived before dark.

Make the bed for him and let him lie down and have a good rest.

Fang Yuan went out to pick mushrooms and make some mushroom soup.

There is heavy fog in the mountains, and there are more mushrooms than wild vegetables.

In addition to some cold wild vegetables, there was white porridge in the earthenware pot on the fire.

Once the crops outside grow well, he won’t have to go out so often.

The man lay on the bed, looking in the direction of the circle, his eyes following the movement.

Then I fell asleep without realizing it.

You know, it’s difficult for the Zhang family to fall asleep in a strange place.

They who have lost their memory are no different from children.

Apart from judging good intentions and bad intentions, he is no different from a child at other times.

When he wakes up in the middle of the night.

The wooden door of the cave had been closed, and the fire in the middle was still burning.

Fang Yuan is still meditating.

The man got up, touched his rumbling stomach, and stared at him.

He is hungry.

When Fang Yuan opened his eyes, he saw the hungry look in his eyes, so he could only lead him to do the same thing again.

Men learn quickly.

When he drinks porridge or mushroom soup, he blows on it to make sure it's not too hot before drinking it, and he takes his time.

Fang Yuan thought it was a good idea. If he could also absorb spiritual energy, he could also embark on the path of cultivation.

Then he would not be alone in this world.

Perhaps he has fellow Taoists in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The man followed Fang Yuan for a long time like a chick following a hen, until he had his own ideas.

Perhaps these were his most peaceful years.

Farming, harvesting, hunting, practicing martial arts, and breathing every day.

We also raise pheasants, wild sheep, and wild rabbits.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

When Zhang Ruifeng recovered his memory, he felt reluctant.

He also changed from being skinny to having a rosy complexion, and his overall physical condition is even better than his original peak condition.

These are nothing, except that he is much rounder than before, which does not meet the Zhang family's standards for burial.

There are many magical people in the Zhang family’s secrets.

Maybe Fangyuan is it.

He was leaving. If he stayed for too long, it would be bad for Fangyuan. What if the clan members came looking for him? It was normal for the Zhang family to disappear for a few years.

He looked back and saw Fang Yuan still meditating. He had an urge to take him away, but he couldn't bear to do so.

The atmosphere in the Zhang family was not suitable for him.

I said my farewell words yesterday.

He even said goodbye to the baby bear in the bamboo forest on another hill.

The big panda that can only whimper while eating bamboo.

Zhang Ruifeng slowly walked out of the mountain.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Zhang family, 200 kilograms is also light.