Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 84 High Ponytail

Lu Mingfei set up a stall not because he was short of money or because he was too busy.

Although it may seem like child's play, this is indeed the best way to nourish the mind in Kyushu, also known as the world of mortals refining the heart.

There are many specific ways to do it, either becoming a salesman, or a fortune teller, or simply finding an inconspicuous place to set up a stall to sell something like Lu Mingfei. The key point is to give up your reserve and pride as a warrior and fall into the world of mortals. Hang out with ordinary people, experience the ups and downs of all living beings, and use this as material to help you improve your character.

There was also a child of four or five who spent an afternoon chatting with a slovenly beggar on the street. Then ten years later, when the child had forgotten what he had done many years ago, a handsome man in white clothes came to the door. , seeing myself who had just come back from the fields, I laughed out loud and said thank you to my little friend for the Sanke soybeans that the visitors came to the door that year. I didn’t have enough fun that day, so why don’t you and I go back to the mountain gate to talk about it again.

Only then did you realize that the slovenly beggar from ten years ago turned out to be a martial arts senior who had refined his mind in the world of mortals.

At that time, he was just a non-human being, but now that the world of mortals has passed, the beggar has entered Waigang.

There are countless stories similar to those in Jiuzhou, and their roots lie in this method of refining the mind in the world of mortals. However, there are very few warriors who have the courage to use this method to cultivate their minds.

First of all, most of the warriors who choose to train their hearts in the world of mortals have great ambitions and are originally famous martial arts masters or elders of a high-ranking martial arts school. If you ask them to give up their dignity and not do the lowest work in the world, it is easy to say that someone with such courage can do it. there's a few.

Secondly, compared with orthodox methods of cultivating the mind, such as calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony, music, chess, etc., although the speed of refining the mind in the world of mortals is faster, you can sharpen your mind through the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of all living beings. If the martial arts will is weak, I am afraid it will not be equal to the mind. You have made rapid progress, but you have already lost your true self. In the end, you have become a woodcutter and salesman hanging around in the world of mortals. You are busy running around for scraps of silver all day long, so you can forget about being a martial arts saint.

Lu Mingfei was naturally not afraid of getting lost. His martial arts will was consistent and he would not give up until he became a martial artist. How could he really end up just becoming a hawker?

Furthermore, even being a hawker is not a shameful job in Lu Mingfei's opinion. How many people can he meet every day, the colleagues on the left and right talk very interestingly, and he neither steals nor robs the money. Clean.

Above you live up to heaven and earth, below you you have a clear conscience, so where is your lowliness?

In the past few days, when he realized that his character cultivation could no longer keep up with martial arts, Lu Mingfei started to prepare a method to train his mind in the world of mortals. In fact, it was very simple. There was a ready-made Ziyang Street where he set up a stall. Things are easy to deal with. It would be a pity to throw away the calligraphy exercises he had done these days. It happened to be solved by refining one's mind in the world of mortals.

Five or six hundred years ago, there was a guy named Tang Bohu who sold calligraphy and paintings in exchange for wine. Lu Mingfei didn't want money to buy wine. He just told the guest a story, talked about the past, or showed off his unique skills. As long as he, Lu Mingfei, thinks it is appropriate to collect a piece of treasure, he can objectively see which words he takes away.

Although he is not concerned about money, he is free and easy. Most of the stalls on Ziyang Street are old objects, or dolls made of white porcelain, strings made of glass, and beads engraved with family names and zodiac signs that have been sold abroad. Most of the people who stopped here were young girls. They picked them together in twos and threes, spelled out their names, and happily bought them. They should be given to the boy they like. Hehe, you can't keep things secret from your sweetheart.

Lu Mingfei didn't practice calligraphy either, so he just sat on the horse and looked around. He was smiling and laughing. It was really interesting. There were two people over there who had a red-faced argument over a thread-bound book. One said it was a big deal, and the other said you can just brag. Fifty years have broken the sky.

Speaking of which, it is rare to see people selling calligraphy on Ziyang Street. These days, people don’t use fountain pens but ballpoint pens. Even worse, there are pencils that can be used with just a sharpening. Who has the time to play with the four treasures of the study that look like antiques? One is tired and the other is in trouble.

Lu Mingfei thought it made sense. Times were progressing. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors were still carving words on stones. Later, they were changed to bamboo slips. This is what Xuefu Wucha was talking about. If he calculated carefully, he might find that the bamboo slips could not fit in even five cars. The amount of information is not as much as that of a Xinhua dictionary today.

So should I also practice pen calligraphy?

Lu Mingfei thought.

"Boss, how do you sell this word?"

A soft, cat-like voice said this.

Another person came to ask for a price.

"Girl, look at this, it's written."

Lu Mingfei pointed towards the wooden sign.

Unexpectedly, the high-pony-tailed man squatting in front of the stall raised his head and did not look at the wooden sign. Instead, he furrowed his delicate eyebrows and said confidently.

"Girl? Boss, tell me clearly which one is the girl!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

This man was wearing a black windbreaker with dust in many places. He was carrying a huge guitar and a guitar, which made the petite figure squatting there look like a cat carrying a large cardboard box while swaggering through the market. His long hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, exposing the snow. The normally fair neck shone brightly under the sun on the May morning.

No matter who you are, you don't have to call her girl.

But seeing this man's soft and delicate facial features put on an unhappy expression, it made people confused again.

After all, where did the girl get her Adam's apple?

"Look carefully!"

This person raises her head, and the line from her throat to her collarbone looks like a ballet girl who has been practicing her basic skills for a long time. They say that girls who learn to dance have good figures and good temperaments, and it seems that the same goes for boys.

"Tsk, this brother!"

Lu Mingfei cupped his fist.

"I guess he must be a good player in Swan Lake."

"Swan Lake?"

The girl with high ponytail and the boy frowned and scratched her face. The flesh she pinched was as soft as milk jelly.

"What's this?"

Not entangled, probably because he mentioned something sad, he sighed.

"Hey, boss, can you understand the complicated emotions of being stared at by male compatriots with frightened and hesitant eyes every time you go to the toilet?"

Lu Mingfei gave him advice.

"Perhaps you can change your mind."

"Change your thinking?"

"Since entering the men's room can cause distress."

"Why not go next door?"

Gao Ponytail suddenly realized.

"That makes sense!"

"No, no, no!"

Lu Mingfei waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't take my jokes seriously. If you get beaten up later, don't come after me."

"Of course."

With her high ponytail and heroic spirit, she really looks like the heroine Mu Guiying on the stage.