Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Even during the Taiping period, the scenery at the foot of the mountain is changing with each passing day.

But the changes in the world can hardly affect the mountain.

The so-called "there is no time in the mountains" is not only because the mountains do not have a deep sense of seasons and calendars, but also because of the tranquility in the mountains, it is difficult for people to perceive the change of time.

Since the first time he entered the mountain, the small town where Fang Chang once lived at the foot of the mountain has undergone many changes. Even the taste of mutton noodles in Huqiao Town has changed between the two trips down the mountain.

But in Yunzhong Mountain, everything is as usual.

The biggest change in the mountains should be Xianqi Cliff.

On the cliff, there are a few thatched huts, several kilns, half melon fields, stone tables and stone benches, as well as the diverted Huanhua River and the slender waterfall formed by the stream flowing down the cliff.

"Ha, I'm back."

Looking at the boundless beauty of Yunzhong Mountain in autumn, Fang Chang felt very comfortable, so he said to himself, with a smile on his face, and looked for a path to go up the cliff.

Due to frugal eating, the bag of nuts that I carried when I went down the mountain was not completely eaten. He pulled the bag of nuts out of the package and ate them as he walked through the mountains.

As his cultivation base gradually increased, Fang Chang's figure became more agile.

He was dressed in a light-colored robe, moving forward swiftly like flowing clouds and flowing water, agile and elegant, but unfortunately no one saw this scene, only some beasts that had not yet enlightened their spiritual wisdom raised their heads and looked around in confusion.

"Eh?"

Going up from the side of Xianqi Cliff, just as he stepped up the cliff, Fang Chang stopped suddenly from extreme speed, a little surprised.

He glanced towards the edge of the cliff.

On the cliff, a thick and tall tree grew obliquely, the crown of the tree was higher than the top of the cliff.

When Fang Chang first came to the cliff and chose the location for early morning practice, he made a slight comparison between this tree and the big rock where the daily morning class is now.

In the end, Dashi won because he was more comfortable.

Fang Chang has keen senses and clear five senses. From a distance, he saw a handsome bird squatting in the canopy of the big tree, staring at him.

It was a vulture, about half the size of a human, with black claws and yellow toes, long tail and short wings, dark brown feathers, and white dots on the wingtips.

"Is this a new neighbor?"

He just smiled, not going to say hello to this new neighbor just yet.

Under the vigilant eyes of the eagle brother, Fang Chang walked back to his thatched hut, opened the gate, threw the package back on the bed, untied the bottle of wine from his belt, and poked it against the wall.

This was his biggest gain from going down the mountain this time. After that, he bought a white suit and brought nothing back.

Take out the hay and drill pipes, get some pine and cypress branches and ignite the firepit again, the smoke rises up, and then becomes thinner as the flames appear, the smoke smokes and roasts the pile of bacon on the beam, and then emerges from both sides of the roof.

The warm flame illuminated the room brightly, and gradually dissipated the trace of moisture in the room.

He took out the earthen jar and boiled water from a branch of Huanhua River next to the house. After making a bowl of tea, Fang Chang picked up the few rose branches and walked out of the house.

But he saw the eagle, still looking at this side vigilantly, motionless.

Not paying too much attention to it, Fang Chang was beside the house, looking for a suitable place to loosen the soil, and cutting the rose branches down.

This kind of rose has thorns, showy, tenacious vitality, and can be cultivated without seeds.

Autumn is a good time to cut rose flowers. In the coming year, they will add some color to Xianqi Cliff.

After planting, he looked at the growth of the sorghum, and Fang Chang was going to check the gourd vines again. They were planted next to the boulder where Tuna was sitting in the early morning, and they had been growing well before.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, a shrill and ferocious cry resounded on the cliff.

The eagle staring at him on the tall tree on the edge of the cliff seemed to feel threatened, screamed, flapped its wings and stretched its claws, and swooped towards Fang Chang!

"Hey, you little monster."

Fang Chang said, and casually picked out a nut and threw it out, making a loud sound of breaking through the air, and it came in an instant.

The eagle didn't have time to dodge, it was hit by the nut on the eagle's claws, making a sound of gold and iron. The eagle screamed in pain, swung its wings around, and pounced down again.

"Again!"

This time Fang Chang didn't touch the nut anymore, when the eagle's sharp claws reached his body, he stretched out his hand to scoop it up lightly, and took the eagle's claws into his hand.

He took advantage of the situation and swung the eagle to the ground with half of his strength.

"Boom!"

Dust was flying on the ground in front of him, and the silly eagle was thrown to pieces.

It bent down and stretched out its beak to peck, but Fang Chang patted the beak aside and slapped his head again: "It's the first time I've seen such a reckless elf like you, it's a miracle that you are so fat and haven't been stewed. "

Hearing that the eagle finally gave in, Fang Chang pressed him on the ground, turned his head and didn't look at it, and didn't make a sound, as if obeying orders, but also seemed to be sulking.

"Hey, it makes sense for you to strike first."

Shaking his head, Fang Chang said to him:

"This Immortal Cliff is my first-come-first-served place, and I have already occupied it as a dojo. If you come later, you can only be a guest, and don't lose your duty."

"Don't try to snatch it, that's definitely not the right way, and with your cultivation base, you will never be able to beat me."

"From now on, you can nest in this tree, but you must not touch any grass or tree on this cliff."

After a few breaths, the bird turned its head and clicked twice.

"Ah... really reckless."

Fang Chang sighed, let go of his hand, watched it fly back to the tall tree, and then went to check his gourd vine.

The gourds are growing well, and there are two or three small gourds formed. The charms on them are very aura, and they look extraordinary.

"Here...does it still have this effect?"

After feeling a little bit late about this, Fang Chang found out that the place where he practiced was different from the past, lively and lively, especially around the Morning Class Stone.

It seems to be the effect of my own practice here. Of course, the opening of the Huanhuaxi tributary, which inadvertently brings feng shui benefits to the cliff, cannot be ignored.

I was worried about the overwintering of gourds, an annual plant... Now that I saw the vitality of the gourd vines, I was a little worried.

Before Fang Chang went down the mountain this time, he still had unfinished plans.

He originally wanted to cast a bronze sword, but he already had everything in place, and there was no shortage of materials. He made a bunch of tools, and then cast a tripod. After so many experiments, he was already familiar with it.

But when the opportunity came, he put down the work of casting swords and went down the mountain.

Now that he has the opportunity to go back to the mountain, Fang Chang plans to continue what he didn't finish before, and forge a sword for himself as a weapon to protect the way.

The so-called Dao protection weapons generally refer to those used by practitioners to defend themselves and protect their lives against all those who block their way, regardless of shape or material.

If he uses his small straight-backed jade knife as a weapon to protect the way, of course it can...

But Fang Chang wasn't going to do that—otherwise he wouldn't have a knife to use.

This small jade knife is very handy as a table knife, he does not intend to change its use. Even before near Fan Zhou's house, Fang Chang only used it to cut some belts when dealing with those masked mortals with knives.

Therefore, casting a sword is a good choice.

Cleaning the hearth, checking the fuel raw materials, and preparing to make molds, he started a series of preparations before opening the furnace.

Second update, errrr~

Thank you Sand Finger for your reward.