"Book of the Later Han Dynasty? Biography of Fangshu" records: There was a man named Fei Changfang in the Eastern Han Dynasty. One day, he drank in a restaurant to relieve his boredom. Occasionally, there was an old man selling medicine hanging from a medicine gourd on the street.

After selling for a while, the pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed, and the old man quietly got into the gourd.

Fei Changfang saw it clearly and concluded that this old man was definitely not an ordinary person.

He bought wine and meat and respectfully paid homage to the old man.

The old man knew his purpose and led him into the gourd together.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the red railings and painted buildings, magnificent, with strange flowers and plants, like fairy mountains and jade pavilions, with a unique world.

Later, Fei Changfang learned alchemy with the old man for more than ten days. Before leaving, the old man gave him a bamboo stick and rode it on it like flying.

When I returned to my hometown, my family thought he was dead. It turned out that more than ten years had passed.

From then on, Fei Changfang was able to cure all diseases, drive away the plague, and bring people back to life.

This is called the sky in the pot.

This allusion, Wu Zai has read it, but she doesn't understand why Wang Dong mentioned it.

Wang Dong lowered the curtain and turned his head to look at the snow-white and crystal-clear face without any flaws. The latter's cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Dong once again praised the little witch's acting skills and said slowly: "This story is circulating among the market. Ordinary people only think it is a funny conversation between gods and monsters imagined by the ancients, just chatting and making a smile."

Wu Xiao blinked and asked, "Isn't it?"

"Yes, it depends on how you understand." Wang Dong chose a comfortable position, lay down on his back, and without hesitation, resting his head on the soft and elastic slender body of the slim eyes half open and half closed, and the fragrance lingered between his nose.

Wu Hua was secretly annoyed, but his delicate face looked shy and timid and afraid to resist. He said softly: "What did the young master think?"

Wang Dong said: "This allusion actually contains the secret of the immortal way. If Fei Changfang is regarded as a person who practices the way of heaven, he can understand why he drinks a lot of wine! If this world is metaphorized as a gourd, each of us is trapped in the sky in this pot, and it is difficult to escape from the constraints and cannot transcend. Even if we are extremely talented and heroic, everything will be empty when we die. The same is true for Fei Changfang."

The eyes of the mother were blurred and she looked thoughtful.

"But Fei Changfang was lucky enough to meet the 'old man selling medicine'. This was his opportunity. This old man selling medicine may refer to people, or it may be the key key to Fei Changfang's transcendence. In short, it is his immortal fate. Fei Changfang also firmly grasped this immortal fate, observed the last move, and jumped out of the sky in the pot. Only when he can do what others cannot, he can revive himself. This should be that he has achieved the immortal path!"

The beautiful eyes of the mother were confused and showed a look of confusion: "The young master said too mysteriously, and the mother couldn't understand it."

Wang Dong smiled. What he didn't say was that Fei Changfang jumped from the outside world into the sky in the pot and then jumped out of the pot. Moreover, the pot had been in the pot for more than ten days, and it had been in the world for more than ten years. How similar is this to his situation?

He came from outside the sky and entered many heavens in pots just to achieve the magnificence of the immortal path.

Wang Dong said to himself: "We are all people who practice the way of heaven. Yuanshi is the starting point of everything. The changes of all things return to Yuanshi. Yuanshi is one and Tao! And Daluotian is the highest and infinite, including outside the heavens, without end and no beginning. Who doesn't want to achieve Yuanshi Daluotian?"

When the sun sets westward and the dusk is approaching dusk, Wang Dong and his party finally arrived outside Jingling City.

Under the sunset, I saw the steel guns on the top of Jingling City, and soldiers wearing armored soldiers patrolling each other, guarding them tightly and impenetrablely. There was a tense and murderous atmosphere of wind covering the building.

Feng Ge and Tie Yun looked at each other, both got off the horse and came to Wang High-speed train, and bowed and said, "Report to the National Master, Jingling City has arrived, we have important reports."

Wang Dong's calm voice came from the carriage: "Who are Fang Zetao's loyal confidants?"

Feng Ge and Tieyun smiled bitterly on his face, knowing that the National Master had seen through their thoughts. Since they had defected to Wang Dong, the next process would inevitably be to "betray" the old master's iron core.

Feng Ge sighed in his heart, knowing that it was impossible to turn around, so he simply put his heart on his mind and said everything.

There were about 20,000 soldiers and horses in Jingling City, and the most brave one was the Black Flag Cavalry. Unfortunately, the number of people was too small, even less than two thousand.

Among the more than ten famous generals, about five people were willing to work hard for Fang Zetao, one was Fang Zetao's younger brother Fang Zeliu, and the other was Fang Daoyuan, a relative of the Fang clan. The remaining three were completely confidants promoted by Fang Zetao!

"I understand! Enter the city!" Wang Dong said indifferently.

He never wanted to compete for the world. Jingling's 20,000 troops would not cause any trouble. The reason why he came here was just to intercept Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

But if someone dares to jump out and hinder him, he can only have the word "kill".

Hundreds of cavalry roared across the border, rolled up dust and sand, and arrived at the bottom of the city head in a blink of an eye. On the wall, an officer saw Feng Ge, Tie Yun, and shouted: "It's Commander Feng, Commander Tie and others are back, huh! Where are the generals?"

Feng Ge deliberately glanced at the most central carriage and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm a little tired, let's put down the city gate quickly!"

The soldiers on the city wall did not doubt that there was him. They all thought that Fang Zetao was in the carriage and hurriedly opened the city gate to welcome everyone in.

Feng Ge asked an officer why the city wall guards suddenly strengthened several times. Only then did he realize that there was a spy's return earlier that the remaining troops of the Iron Cavalry Association were moving again under the leadership of the three disciples of Quao, and perhaps they would attack Jingling in the near future!

Feng Ge and Tieyun were worried and walked along the street. They saw that the street was depressed, most of the shops stopped business, and there were pedestrians passing by in a hurry. A war was approaching, and people were panicking and frightened.

Suddenly the sound of hooves vibrated, and the long street paved with bluestone slabs buzzed and trembled. A cavalry team of four or five hundred people turned around the corner in front. Everyone was dressed in black, hung with steel knives on their waists, carrying quiveres, sitting upright on the horse's back, and was stable and motionless, showing their skillful riding skills.

The leader was covered with black armor, with a cold face and bright eyes. It was Fang Daoyuan, the right pioneer, and the one who dressed as a Confucian scholar next to him was Fang Zeliu.

"Feng Ge, Tieyun! Is the eldest brother in the carriage? Please come out quickly. The iron cavalry will rekindle and will attack Jingling soon. I need the eldest brother to command us to defend the enemy!"

Fang Zeliu glanced at him and immediately screamed impatiently, feeling extremely worried.
Chapter completed!