Chapter 257: Invincibility Leads to Loneliness

July 22, Kongtong Mountain Collection, Wudi Bookstore.

Shi Feizhe looked at the bookstore sign, which was still the same as it was seven or eight years ago, as if the past few years had not caused any weathering to the sign.

He received a reply from Lechen not long ago.

The reply was simple, if it was convenient, let's meet and talk.

If it was a few years ago, Shi Feizhe couldn't leave at all, and he would just throw the letter aside after seeing it. Fortunately, Qingshan Martial Arts Academy graduated two classes of graduates, and the entire administrative system of Yangzhou was running.

Shi Feizhe didn't have to do many things himself, so he could take some time to walk around and take a look.

It happened that he was going to Liangzhou to watch the fireworks on September 9th, so he came to Yongzhou to see the honest monk Lechen while he had time.

When passing by Kongtong Mountain Collection, looking at the bustling mountain collection, he suddenly remembered the Wudi Bookstore of the year.

I remember that after leaving Kongtong Mountain, I encountered people chasing me in Shanwei. If I guessed correctly, it was the people from Wudi Shuzhai who betrayed him.

At that time, he was still looking for different versions of "True Source Sword Finger Art", thinking that collecting a copy of "True Source Sword Finger Art" would make him practice faster.

In fact, there are no different versions of "True Source Sword Finger Art", but they are all typos.

But as long as you believe that "True Source Sword Finger Art" is genuine, you can practice true qi, and elementary school students in Qingshan Martial Arts Academy can practice true qi.

The martial arts in this world are a bit too idealistic.

The so-called unity of qi, blood and spirit is also a similar principle. Through continuous training and self-hypnosis, I believe that the unity of the four can produce true qi!

Obviously, this world has such a strong power system, but it has been begging for food with a golden bowl.

Jianghu!

Thinking of this, Shi Feizhe stepped into the door of Wudi Shuzhai.

The gate was still the narrow one, and the interior of the study was still filled with all kinds of books in a mess.

After the Da Cai Armory was flooded, the previous martial arts secrets became more popular, which increased the business of Kongtong Mountain Collection Bookstore instead of decreasing it.

There are always people who want to practice martial arts and change their fate in the world of martial arts.

"Sir, what do you want?" After seeing Shi Feizhe, the owner of the study smiled and said, "We are the most comprehensive bookstore in the entire Kongtong Mountain Collection, and our reputation is guaranteed!"

The owner looked only in his twenties or thirties, obviously not the previous Li Wudi.

"I remember the previous owner of the study, it seems to be Li Wudi, right!" Shi Feizhe thought for a while and said.

"Yes! That's my father! I'm Li Jimo!" Li Jimo bowed his hands, clasped his fists and said, "Are you an acquaintance of my father?"

How lonely is Wudi!

So Wudi gave birth to loneliness, right?

You hangers-on are really particular about naming.

Shi Feizhe complained in his heart, but said, "Yes! I was in Kongtong Mountain before, and I was familiar with your father. Your father should have a deep impression of me. It's just that I haven't seen you for a few years, and I want to come to your father to reminisce about the past."

"Dear guest, my father went to raise pigeons a few years ago." Li Jizi said.

"Huh? Pigeons?" Shi Feizhe was stunned.

From opening a bookstore to raising pigeons, this span is a bit big!

"Yes. He said that opening a bookstore doesn't make money, but raising pigeons makes money. He and his friends opened a roasted pigeon shop in Yangzhou, and the business is very good." Li Jizi said, "Some time ago, he asked me to close the bookstore and go to help him."

Yangzhou, is there a roasted pigeon shop?

Shi Feizhe is not sure, because he has never eaten it.

"Well, since your father is in Yangzhou, it's a pity! But I may go to Yangzhou soon, and I may meet your father then!" Shi Feizhe said with a smile.

"That would be great." Li Jizi said.

"In that case, I'll take my leave!"

"Goodbye, dear guest!"

After leaving the Wudi Study, Shi Feizhe identified the direction and walked towards the Eight Mountains and Twelve Caves of Kongtong Mountain.

He did not fly, but slowly moved forward with the crowd.

He had not set foot in the martial arts world for a long time.

These years, he has been farming and teaching in Yangzhou. Sometimes, looking at the stars outside the office late at night, he used to feel that he was not a martial arts person.

Now, he walked slowly from Yuzhou to Kongtong Mountain Market. All he saw along the way were bullying men and women. The feeling of chivalry made him find the taste of the martial arts world.

It's still so stinky!

No matter what he does in the future, the martial arts world will not get worse!

He is not wrong on this road.

He followed the crowd, punished two thieves casually, and then chatted with a person who went to Xinzong to burn incense.

The man was about sixty years old. The old farmer had wrinkles on his face and his hair had almost fallen out. He was carrying half a bag of wheat and a child of seven or eight years old.

Shi Feizhe helped him carry the wheat and chatted: "I see you are exhausted, you are far away from here, right?"

The old farmer was originally wary of Shi Feizhe, but when he saw that Shi Feizhe was dressed neatly, and although he had never seen the fabric before, it should be worth a lot of money.

Such a person would definitely not cheat him of half a bag of wheat.

How much is half a bag of wheat?

He had seen many swindlers in his life, but it was rare for someone like Shi Feizhe to take the initiative to help.

No wonder he was wary.

"It's not far, just more than 30 miles." The old farmer said.

"Your grandson also walked with you?" Shi Feizhe looked at the child on the old man's back and said with a smile.

The reason why the old farmer carried his grandson on his back was because he was afraid that Shi Feizhe would cheat his grandson.

"We walked and stopped along the way, and set off before dawn!" said the old farmer.

At this time, it is almost eleven or twelve o'clock in the afternoon. It is about five or six o'clock before dawn.

This grandfather and grandson have walked for five or six hours.

"Are you tired?" Shi Feizhe said to the child on the old man's back.

The child also looked at Shi Feizhe curiously and said, "No, I'm used to it."

"What wish did you make in the temple today?" Shi Feizhe asked again.

"Today I came to fulfill my wish. My son was sick before, and he was very sick and could hardly get out of bed. I made a wish in front of the Buddha. As long as the Buddha mother blesses my son to be safe, I will fulfill my wish for half a bag of wheat." The old farmer said.

This is not something that cannot be said.

Rich families fulfill their wishes with gold, silver, incense and candles, while poor farmers fulfill their wishes with half a bag of wheat.

Ordinary, but also true.

"Thirty miles is not far! Didn't you go to the nearest temple?" Shi Feizhe asked.

In the rivers and lakes, there are often this temple and that temple.

This Bodhisattva, that Arhat, like locusts.

"Yes, of course there are other temples. There is a temple of the Earth Mother not far to the east of my house." said the old farmer.

"Then why don't you go!" Shi Feizhe asked again.

"Because other temples only accept silver and money, only the Buddha Mother Temple accepts our wheat." The old farmer said calmly.

In the world, faith also has a price.

Even if it is a temporary paralysis of the mind.

Li Wudi is the pseudonym of a previous book friend. I don't know if he is still reading the book. Now his son has come out to play a minor role.