Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Autumn leaves fall on the cliff, and there are several springs in the world.

The streams in the mountains are shallow, and there are no traces of time.

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For the change of time and the passage of time, the feeling in the mountains is very light and not obvious.

It seems that unconsciously, the birds and beasts in the forest have changed their fluff. The tall trees that once sprouted green buds in the spring have changed from lush green to golden yellow at some point.

Fang Chang doesn't have a calendar, and currently doesn't have any timekeeping tools, so he can only use natural astronomical phenomena to judge the time, sun, and moon.

The yellow leaves are falling, and the branches are full of red fruits, reminding him that autumn has officially arrived.

He was walking slowly among the mountains with a basket on his back. A bronze ax was thrown into the rattan basket. Between the basket and his back was a sword on his back. On the scabbard, he could vaguely see the word "Lingquan".

This is his standard attire for walking in the mountains.

Fang Chang's route is different every time, and it can be said that he does whatever he wants. After all, no matter how rugged the hills and cliffs are, to him, they are like walking on flat ground.

This trip is to go out to find some food for myself to eat for the next few days.

Picking a few red and orange berries from a nearby tree, digging up a few pieces of sweet potato, and pulling out a few wild vegetables, Fang Chang feels as comfortable as patrolling his own vegetable garden.

And in the bamboo basket behind, the variety of food also quickly increased.

The goal of his journey this time was the hill with chestnut trees. At this time of year, the chestnuts on the tree are already ripe and falling to the ground with the wind, and you can eat them for a long time if you pick them up casually.

Relying on his rough skin and flesh, he rubbed the chestnut shell covered with thorns, and there are brown-red chestnuts inside, which are delicious when they go home, roasted or boiled.

However, he still packed half a basket of sweet potatoes and fruits before continuing.

Especially sweet potato, which is a good thing, and it is also the only food in Fang Chang's hands that can be called a staple food besides sorghum.

It can be steamed, boiled, roasted, stewed, and can also be dried and ground into powder. Its properties are similar to white flour, although it is worse in various aspects.

Moreover, sweet potato is resistant to cold, heat, flood and drought, and it does not choose where to grow. Although the yield is slightly small, it is a crop with great potential for famine preparations. Fang Chang is even planning how to spread it with less effort and worry.

Colorful wings flashed across the grass.

Fang Chang's eyes were good, and he saw it immediately, jumped up lightly and rushed forward, caught and killed a pheasant, and threw it into the basket behind his back.

I ate fresh meat today.

Fang Chang is now very casual about hunting things like this, and rarely hunts specifically, but just catches them when he sees them while collecting.

Although the consequence of this is that he cannot have meat every day, but it is easy and fun, which makes him enjoy it.

Fang Chang can fly, and he also has the skill of tossing and moving, but when hunting, Fang Chang still mostly walks, never using spells, and doing it himself.

Although for prey, he only sees them as food and is ready to eat them, but he still doesn't like hunting like that.

It wasn't because of bullying the beast that he felt sorry for the hypocrisy, it was just that he didn't like it.

The mountains are all golden.

Most of the trees and grass and vine shrubs have brought autumn colors.

On the contrary, there are some plants whose branches and leaves turn fiery red in autumn, which is very eye-catching, adding some beauty to this large area of ​​golden yellow. Occasionally, there are some evergreen pines and cypresses that make the Yunzhong Mountain in autumn more colorful and magnificent than the summer full of flowers.

Although winter is approaching, Fang Chang is not planning to hoard food like this time last year.

Because he knew that he would go down the mountain soon.

As for when to go back to the mountain, it depends on fate.

The time to return may be half a month later, or it may take half a year. Anyway, there is no shortage of food in Yunzhong Mountain at any time, and Fang Chang is no longer afraid of hunger.

Moreover, the various grains, bacon, and dried vegetables stored now are enough for him to use for a long time.

It's just that the small cellar was empty, so he simply moved his pickle jar in and sealed the cellar.

Under the chestnut tree, a layer of chestnut tree fruit has been laid.

Fang Chang rubbed and peeled on the spot, filled the rattan basket behind his back, then held the bronze ax in his hand, covered the basket with some broad leaves, and returned to Xianqi Cliff.

Most of the main halls were built, with bricks and tiles stacked neatly on the side, and there were more than a dozen large logs ready to be used as purlins, all of which were cut to the same length, and the ends were slightly scorched.

The clouds and clouds on the Xianqi Cliff seem to be full of immortality, and the fenced courtyard is very clean, making this place not like a construction site at all, but like a relic.

Fang Chang walked into the kitchen, stored today's harvest separately, and then took the pheasant he had just hunted to the side of Huanhua Creek for washing.

Soon, the scent of food was lingering on the Xianqi Cliff, but Liu A Niu on the edge of the cliff was unmoved, still lazily lying in the shed inside the Shimen, chewing tender grass one by one slowly.

finished eating.

Fang Chang was lying on a deck chair in the yard, resting.

The sun is just right and the mountain breeze is refreshing.

The eagle on the edge of the cliff was combing its feathers, and there were a few fluffy balls beside it, which were the descendants of the eagle couple, but they were all ordinary birds, and none of them turned into a demon.

The descendants of Gein monsters before they were transformed were often ordinary beasts, while the descendants of monsters transformed were ordinary people.

Perhaps for this world, practice is a rare situation.

Looking at the long white clouds in the sky, slowly rolling away in the wind, Fang Chang suddenly wanted to go up and have a look.

What will it look like on the cloud?

He did as soon as he thought of it, and he simply drove up the auspicious cloud and flew straight up.

His current situation can only be counted as "climbing the clouds", far from being able to "travel to the North Sea and twilight the sky", but flying up to the clouds is more than enough if there is no shortage of time.

"Well, it's normal."

The scenery on the clouds is very monotonous, the sky is as blue as washing, and the earth is as before.

And if you are far away, you will find that looking down from the height of the clouds, the fog in the mountains below is very foggy, which blocks the sight. This is far inferior to the land I saw when I flew westward in my previous life, and I don't know if the Western Regions of this world will have a similar scene.

Pressing Luoyun's head and moving his lower joints, Fang Chang continued to build the house.

Sieve the soil and mortar, move the bricks, and then use a trowel to build a piece of homemade bricks staggered with the gaps.

But before going down the mountain this time, these main halls should not be completed.

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Heshunju is a very high-end restaurant in the city of Guangping Prefecture.

A well-known chef from the capital was specially invited here, and the dishes cooked are of high quality, which are very popular among the rich and noble families in Quang Binh.

In particular, the interior is dominated by private rooms, and the walls are thick and soundproof. No matter what is being talked about, the possibility of leaking secrets is greatly reduced, which is even more praised by customers.

Lu Yangcheng took only two of his closest attendants, sat in the reserved box, drank tea and waited.

Of these two attendants, one is the coachman who has followed him for many years, and the other is Mr. Zhu who he regards as both a teacher and a friend.

Thank you Afei Gou for your reward.