Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 160 [Roast Chicken in Fox Valley]

  The distance from Xianqi Cliff to Yunzhongshan Mountain Temple is very short, especially if the plank road is newly built, even if you don’t use the "shortest path down the mountain method", you can walk there quickly.

   Few people have used the newly made plank road. It trembles in the mountain wind, but it is actually very strong.

  He had found a suitable location before and planned to open a hole halfway up the cliff, but he had only carved a groove and hadn't started chiseling yet.

   Moreover, if the hole is drilled, it is also necessary to consider the situation of replacing the plank road with a ladder in the future, and reserve enough space.

  The size of the water pool under the mountain has stabilized, and the surrounding area has become lush and lush after more than a year.

  The water pool still has no name, and the turtles in it lived very happily in this cloud mountain, and their statures are generally bigger. Except that Fang Chang ate a turtle a few days ago, their numbers haven't changed for the time being.

  The array composed of several small trees is still in operation, and it is becoming more and more solid.

   Moisturized by the aura, the few young trees newly planted at the beginning of the year also became tall and strong, but the leaves turned slightly yellow as autumn approached.

  But compared to the surroundings, the leaves of these trees that serve as the foundation of the formation turn yellow much later than other surrounding trees. Maybe in a few years, they will also be evergreen all year round.

  The formation creates a treacherous and thick mist, which not only blocks the cliff path, but also discourages ordinary people from the outside world.

  From the bottom of the cliff to the east, you only need to climb over a few hills to reach the hillside where the mountain temple is located.

  It’s autumn again, and the mountain scenery along the way is the same as last year at this time, red and yellow interlaced, very gorgeous in the sun.

  The autumn rain just fell a few days ago, and the water in the mountains has also risen a lot, and the sound of splashing is loud.

  Some of the small animals start to eat a lot to fatten up, and some start to store food in their small dens, preparing to survive the winter. Even if there are many of them, they can find something to eat in winter, but animals also have a sense of crisis.

  Walking in the roadless mountains, Fang Chang saw that the eagle on the edge of the fairy habitat cliff was hunting.

   It spread its wings in the air, gliding after a rabbit, then folded its wings and swooped down—and hit a rock.

   It seemed to have a very hard head, even though there was a loud noise, it still quickly got up and flew into the sky.

  Looking at the gray rabbit that was still fleeing, it jumped down again.

   This time, he didn't hit a rock, but he couldn't catch the rabbit either. Instead, he bumped into another monster. He was beaten up and lost several feathers before he escaped.

   "Oh, this idiot is really stupid and reckless."

  Fang Chang secretly shook his head and sighed.

  He tightened his pack on his back and continued to move forward.

  The mountain temple has changed a lot. In just a few years, the path in front has been stepped on wide and solid.

When he arrived at the place, Fang Chang also found that there were ordinary people packing up their offerings after offering sacrifices. The attire should be pedestrians on the official road outside. Since the mountain temple became famous, passers-by often come here alone or in groups, praying for blessings and safety .

  However, he didn't bother, but silently activated the effect of "Why should we meet each other before?", walked directly beside the man, said hello in front of the mountain temple, and entered Zhangshan Shendong Mansion.

   "Mr. Fang, please sit down."

  Seeing Fang Chang's arrival, Mountain God Zhang Chun was very happy. He hurried to make tea, and brought a plate of fried chestnuts with sugar: "This is freshly made, and it's still hot."

  Thank you, Chang Fang, squeezed a few and peeled them off to eat. They were really sweet and fragrant.

Bringing the tea bowl, Zhang Shanshen sat next to him, looked at the green cloth package behind Fang Chang, and said, "Sir, are you going to go down the mountain? It seems that you don't plan to go back to the cliff today. I just received a letter from the flat-headed bat. Thinking that you came to our place just a short while later, it is really fast."

   "Well, people in the mountains, who are alone, naturally can leave as soon as they say it. After all, there is no difference between earlier and later."

  Fang Chang laughed, and then he tasted the tea, and found that the tea leaves that the mountain **** Zhang Chun used to entertain him were grown on the fairy cliffs, and he made it himself in the spring, and gave some to Zhang Mountain God as a gift before.

   But it's normal, the tea from the mountain god's place is still the best one on Xianqi Cliff, which is much better than the other ordinary teas in his hand, so it's normal to use it for entertaining guests.

  After chatting for a few words, the mountain **** suggested: "Mr. Fang, why don't you rush to find Hu Yun, how about we talk about two rounds?"

"good."

  Fang Chang nodded, this Zhang Shanshen is very obsessed with Yi Yi, presumably because when studying the game records, he had a new idea, and wanted to try it with his chess friend Fang Chang.

  They got up together, carrying a teapot and chestnuts, and came to the outside of the mountain temple, beside the big rock under the pines and cypresses. There is a vertical and horizontal chessboard on it, which Fang Chang carried over after carving it.

  The fight lasted until noon.

  Fang Chang still won by a narrow margin.

  Both of them felt that their interests had been satisfied. The Mountain God threw down the chess piece, looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late, let's go to Fox Valley together, don't miss out on Mr.'s work."

"good."

  Not far to the northwest of the mountain temple is Fox Valley.

  The top of the hillside is full of tall and luxuriant green pines, the grass below is dense, and the valley is very dry, which is very livable for animals, but only foxes live here, and other species dare not approach.

  Zhang Chun paused on his crutches, and shouted loudly: "Is my nephew Hu Yun here?"

  After a few breaths, the voice of the fox demon Hu Yun came out of the valley: "God Zhangshan, please come in! Please forgive me for being far away."

   Before the voice fell, a fiery red figure rushed out, turned into a boy at Taniguchi, walked out and saluted the two: "Mr. Fang is here, please come in quickly."

  Go inside, only to find that the fox is roasting a chicken.

  There is a bonfire, which is being cleared, in a deep pit, burning blazingly, with four wooden sticks crossed on the left and right, and a beam is supported. On the beam, there is a plucked and cleaned chicken, roasting and oozing oil.

   I don't know how Hu Yun turned over the fire and put chicken on it with his unformed posture just now.

  Zhang Shanshen asked: "How is my nephew?"

"Very good. Since I came back from Xianqi Cliff last time, I have packed my luggage and have been waiting." Hu Yun replied, and then he looked at the package behind Fang Chang, and asked, "Mr. Set off?"

   "Yes, I'm going to go down the mountain, and I came here to find you according to the agreement." Fang Chang said with a smile, "Since you're ready, it's great. Today, come down the mountain with me."

   "Great! Thank you sir."

  The little fox wanted to jump up and down happily, but stopped abruptly. He glanced at the fire next to him, and began to invite Fang Chang and Zhang Shanshen to eat chicken together.

  The three of them each tore a piece and chewed.

  The pheasant chicken is very tender, but the fox doesn’t have any seasoning, and the craftsmanship is average. Fang Chang pulled out a small bamboo tube containing salt from the package, and sprinkled some on everyone, which made it even more delicious.

   When Chang Fang took off the gourd to drink water, he looked to the side.

  The old fox Hu Feng did not leave a tomb after his death.

  The hillside where Hu Feng is buried, although it is autumn, is still full of flowers and the lawn is soft. For the foxes, it is a very beautiful place.

  (end of this chapter)