Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 180 [Playing with a sledgehammer in front of the team]

  These two protagonists are really meticulous in their observations... ah.

  Since his cultivation has been successful, although Fang Chang's state of mind has not been calm, it is as steady as a mountain and a river. But when he heard these two talking about him from a distance, he still felt a little bit like complaining.

   Fortunately, he has sharp eyes and ears all day long, and he is used to all kinds of things that should be seen and should not be seen, and what should be heard and should not be heard. He just changed his mind and didn't take it too seriously.

  The footsteps were getting closer, and then the two of them stepped across the threshold of the inn together.

  Thanks to Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling, one looks like a weak scholar and the other looks like a slender girl. Otherwise, it would be difficult to enter the not-so-wide door side by side.

  The Jianghu person who came to pass the message just now had already left after eating the snacks on the table.

  Fang Chang also asked the store to add some water to the pot, just tasting tea.

   Seeing him sitting here, Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling walked over together, opened the bench and sat down at the table, and greeted: "Mr. Fang."

   Fang Chang took out two cups from the tray and handed them over, asking:

   "Arranged? Thank you for your hard work."

   "This is my duty, and it is also due." Liu Yuande hurriedly said a few words modestly.

   "When are you leaving?"

   "Tomorrow morning, we will set off after dinner. Sir, rest more today. The road ahead is still far away. We will reach the harbor and we won't do too much rest."

"good."

  ...

  Fang Chang didn't have any need for sleep.

  Even since a certain breakthrough, his body has become the world, and the inspiration is self-contained, endlessly, endlessly, and even fed back to the outside.

  Therefore, he no longer needs to take daily morning classes, and he does not need to follow the introductory formulas in the "Cultivation Method" before going to bed.

  Today the moon is not full, hanging in the sky crookedly.

  In the past few days, the temperature has dropped slightly imperceptibly, but this has no effect on Fang's growth. After all, no matter whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter, he only wears one piece of clothing all day.

  The inn in the city also has a courtyard, but there are no tall trees in the courtyard, so Fang Chang sat on the ridge with a wine gourd to watch the moon.

  The house in the inn is three stories high, with neat tiles on it, the surrounding night is like water, and the mist is like gauze, but the moonlight is bright, like frost and snow, and it is sprinkled coolly.

  The taste of sorghum wine is also good.

  The sound of footsteps coming from below.

  That was Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande, who had been together for the past few days, and Fang Chang was already familiar with the sound of their footsteps.

  The tiles began to squeak, and the two climbed onto the roof, walking carefully to avoid breaking the roof tiles, walking towards Fang Chang, and sat down on the ridge.

  Since talking on the tree branch that day, the two fell in love with Fang Chang at night, chatting outside the house.

  This Immortal Fang has a wide range of knowledge, unique insights, and incisive words. He is a good conversation partner.

"coming?"

"coming."

   "Do you want wine?"

   "Thank you sir, no need, we brought some fried beans."

   After finishing speaking, Liu Yuande took out two paper bags, handed one to Fang Chang and the other to Yu Qingling next to him.

  Because they will leave tomorrow morning, they are afraid of drinking, so they dare not touch alcohol.

   "Hmm, good stuff."

  Fang Chang threw a piece of fried soybeans into his mouth, chewed them with a crunching sound, and instantly the burnt aroma of the beans permeated his mouth. This is just ordinary soybeans, without any condiments, just lightly fried in the pot, it is delicious.

  His hand trembled, and the gourd sprayed wisps of wine into the air. He raised his head and took every drop into his mouth.

   Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande are no strangers to this action without the slightest fireworks.

   Chatted for a few words, seeming to recall the discussion during the day, the two of them didn't suppress their curiosity, and asked Fang Changdao: "Mr. Fang, you are a true immortal, I don't know if the two of us can practice?"

  Hearing this, Fang Chang looked away from the moon and glanced at the two people beside him.

  He glanced at the two protagonists, then continued to look at the moon, and said with a smile, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

  Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande looked at each other, and then said doubtfully: "Of course."

"The two of you don't have the opportunity to enter the path of practice." Fang Chang said slowly, "Cultivation is such a thing, if you enter it, you don't look at talent, aptitude, but fate. From my point of view, the two of you will come from a relationship in the future." Good fortune, but unfortunately, you don't have a fairy fate, no matter whether you wait or force it."

   Hearing Fang Xianchang's words, the two were very disappointed, but they accepted it frankly.

   After all, if everyone could cultivate immortals, then immortals would be worthless and everywhere.

   And that is no longer safe, the two of them thought to themselves, if that kind of world really existed, they would definitely not be like this, and would dare to come up to a fairy after meeting them.

   However, both of them were thinking in their hearts and did not talk to each other.

  The three of them stayed together on the eaves of the inn in the Fragrant Taro City, watching the beautiful moonlight for half a night before going back to their rooms to rest.

  ...

   "Enemy attack!!"

  The shrill cry came from the lookout at the head of the team.

  But at least half of the Jianghu team that escorted the prison car along the official road eastward had seen the enemy ahead before he uttered this cry.

  A tall and strong man like an iron tower sits in the middle of the road ahead, like a stone pillar blocking the way.

  The visitor is not good.

  After discovering that the opponent is not a friend, this is the thought that flashed in everyone's mind.

Seeing the prison car team approaching, the other party stood up with a hustle, walked slowly to the front of the stopped convoy, and shouted loudly: "Wu those people, hand over the people in the prison car, or don't blame the guy in my hand for not having eyes!" !"

   After all, he took out a sledgehammer from nowhere.

  The sledgehammer shone with a metallic luster. The head of the hammer was the size of a human head, and its body was half a foot long.

Gently poke the handle of the hammer towards the ground, and the dense and solid official road surface was stepped on by the passing vehicles and pedestrians for thousands of years. With the contact point as the center, many wide cracks opened radially, and there were even dust on both sides of the road. shake up.

  All Jianghu people are very vigilant.

  Before, people from one team and one team came, but today there is only one person, but it is obvious that this person's strength today should be stronger than the previous team.

   I have never seen someone who can use such a heavy weapon, it is incredible.

  They couldn't help but think of the black wind that covered the sky and covered the earth with flying sand and rocks before, and their hearts sank: It seems that it can't be done today, and they only hope that the master who secretly protects can take action.

   Seeing that no one spoke to him, the man continued to raise his voice, and shouted: "Come on, someone who can make the decision, and hand over all the people in the car to me, so that a certain family can go back and return, otherwise the hammer in my hand will not have eyes!"

  A donkey couldn't bear the pressure, and fell to the ground dead with a hoot.

  As if to strengthen his own persuasion, the opponent swung the hammer around a few times, vigorously, and continued to stop on the ground when he retracted it, adding some cracks to the official path.

   Some Jianghu people couldn't hold back, raised their weapons, and rushed forward at the risk of their lives.

  The tall tower-like man smiled contemptuously: "I will stand here and let you fight!"

  He didn't make a move either. Seeing that he didn't respond, the people in Jianghu were overjoyed, and they all raised their weapons and chopped at him.

   But there was only the sound of metal and iron clashing, clanging, and the original sharp top-quality weapon could not even hurt a hair on a strong man.

  (end of this chapter)