Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Although practitioners theoretically have no shortage of time, but in the present catastrophe, Fang Chang doesn't even have slack time for farming.

After running around for the whole winter, and then returning to Xianqi Cliff, he found that there was not much change here.

The plank roads, temples, ponds, fences, kilns, sheds, caves, Lingjian Spring, Huanhuaxi, medicine fields, flower fields, farmland, even the big rocks and tea trees on the cliff, and the upside-down tree next to the big rocks. Each ship is exactly the same as when I left.

The temperature rises, and the ice and snow melt.

The running water in the mountains has become stronger, the vegetation in the mountains has become emerald green again, and all kinds of small animals have come to spring and start to reproduce. Birds fly through the air, catching insects that have emerged from the soil and hibernating, and bring them back to feed the nestlings.

Fang Chang took the spring bamboo shoots dug from the bamboo forest, walked up the steps, and opened the door of the palace that had been covered in dust for several months.

The ginkgo tree in front has turned green again, and the open space in front of the hall, including the stone tables and chairs, is covered with fallen leaves and dust. Fang Chang is going to come out to clean it up in a while.

Unplugging the wooden stick latch of the Wuming Hall, Fang Chang walked into the room, took off the Lingquan sword on his back and hung it on the wall, took off the backpack on his back and put it at the end of the bed, took off the gourd at his waist and put it on the bedside table superior.

Then he didn't spread the bedding or remove the clothes, and just lay down on it.

The warm jade bed was very smooth and moist, full of spiritual energy inside, and it felt very good to lie on, far better than any bed in any inn he had experienced during this wandering time. This is cut from the whole piece of jade he dug when he dug the cave in Houshangou. If it is placed in the world, it can be called a priceless treasure.

Fang Chang didn't get up from the bed until mid-afternoon.

There is no need to be anxious about going to the north. He faintly feels that as long as he follows his inner intuition, he can find the most suitable time to start.

Now, spring plowing is the top priority.

He walked into the dense forest on the cliff, found the three chickens he raised last year, caught them and locked them in the chicken coop, and picked up a batch of eggs by the way. It's a pity that now is not the time to eat eggs, because two hens are cuddling, so he had to put the eggs in the henhouse and put the hens in.

He took out the tools from the shed, and first cleaned the cliff, inside and out, and only after the dust, fallen leaves and dead grass were thrown into the ash pit, Fang Chang stopped.

It was late, and the sun was shining.

Fang Chang's eyesight is very good, he can see wisps of cooking smoke in the distant village below the mountain. Tired birds return to their nests, tired animals return to their nests, and in the new spring grass, the sound of insects gradually increases. Instead of using the descaling technique, he walked to the Jade Pond, washed his hands, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

There is no shortage of food materials. The area on Xianqi Cliff is vast, and he has opened a lot of land, so he harvested a lot of food before, including millet and beans, and plant tubers that he named ground beans. wheat, and sorghum rice for brewing.

The prey stored in the cellar is also very rich, such as bacon, dried fish, dried birds, etc., as well as dried vegetables collected and grown, and pickled vegetables in jars.

Of course, there is never a shortage of food in Yunzhongshan in spring.

When Fang Chang went up the mountain, he passed by the bamboo forest and picked some bamboo shoots.

To his surprise, a bamboo spirit that he had encountered by chance in the bamboo forest back then, but disappeared without a trace, reappeared in the bamboo forest, still standing out from the crowd, much higher than the surrounding ones, and And a lot thicker.

Fang Chang casually said hello and left. The other party seemed very dumb, but moved slightly, did not respond, and did not express anything about the other party's behavior of picking bamboo shoots.

In addition, in the dense forest around Xianqi Cliff, there are mushrooms, fungus, bracken, and dozens of fresh wild vegetables that sprouted after the spring rain. saute.

There were many dishes in the cupboard in the kitchen. Relying on the dexterity of his hands and feet as a practitioner, he slowly set up a large table on the stone table in the open space in front of the Unknown Hall before the sun completely set.

Then Chang Fang returned to the house, picked up the gourd on the bedside table, and went outside again.

The temperature has risen, and the night is no longer so cold, but the sky is still clear.

The moonlight is very good, the moon is very round and cold, and its light is like mercury, pouring on the earth, pouring on the mountains, pouring on the fairy cliffs, pouring on the surface of the stone table, and pouring on the wine in the wine glass.

Fang Chang didn't sit on the stone stool, he lay back on the rattan chair, drinking the table wine slowly.

By the way, recall my actions during this period, what I have seen and heard in the world, and then think about the general trend of the world under the catastrophe. Of course, these have little impact on Fang Chang at this moment, because he went down the mountain and entered the robbery, but he actually went with the flow and followed his heart, and there was not much to reflect on.

After entering the practice, Fang Chang will not be drunk.

When he was drunk, the dishes on the table were almost exhausted. He sat up from the recliner and looked around.

Everything else here is good, but at night, if there is no moon in the sky, some lack of lighting.

Looking back, you can cast bronze, or use stone to carve a few copper or stone lanterns, and place them under the steps to illuminate the night.

Although I can see things at night, it will be more comfortable to stay in a place full of light after all.

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Early the next morning, just after dawn, Fang Chang got up from the warm jade bed.

After folding some old quilts, he walked to the edge of the cliff and sat on the morning class stone, watching the sunrise in the sky.

Due to the deepening of his practice, he is now practicing his kung fu all the time, and he no longer needs to do morning classes here. He only needs to wait for the opportunity to improve his practice.

But sitting on the edge of the cliff and watching the sunrise in the distance is really beautiful.

First, the east was whitish, and the occasional strands of clouds also turned crimson, and then a little light jumped out of the horizon, and it became the most eye-catching position in the sky in an instant. Then its scope became bigger and bigger, and finally a red sun hung in the sky, and the ground began to get warmer and warmer. The dewdrops on the tips of the grass reflected the colorful light, and gradually melted under the sun, sublimating and disappearing.

Fang Chang looked at the tea trees on the edge of the cliff, and planned to pick them to dry in the sun after farming, and use the skills he learned on the way to southern Xinjiang to cook them well. There should be better results. Effect.

After heating up a copper plate to make some pancakes and rolling some vegetable leaves for breakfast, Fang Chang went to the workshop to pick up the tools and was ready to start the day's work.

For him, it was easy, and it was a relaxation of body and mind.

Fortunately, he forged a lot of farm tools for himself before. Although there are farmland, medicine fields, and flower fields on the cliff, it is not difficult to handle them.