Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 212 [Unnamed]

   "Hey, you're back." Fang Chang smiled and said, "It seems that our two protagonists have encountered a lot."

  He once lent this small jade knife to the two protagonists of this catastrophe, the scholar Liu Yuande and the heroine Yu Qingling. This knife can help them resist three dangers, after which it will fly back.

  It is also easy to use. After encountering an irresistible danger, you only need to take out the knife and throw it out.

  After the three chances are used, the knife will automatically fly back.

   Now that the table knife has returned to their hands, it proves that the two protagonists have encountered dangers that they cannot resist three times. It seems that going south with the boat, or their journey after leaving southern Xinjiang, is not peaceful.

   Calculating the time, Hu Xueqiu and his wife should have already arrived at a safe place in southern Xinjiang. I don't know where Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande are now after completing the escort.

  After all, as the protagonists of the catastrophe, they have a huge amount of luck and karma, and their whereabouts and positions cannot be predicted.

   But come to think of it, they're safe now too. After all, Fang Chang has had the opportunity to watch the sky at night for the past two years. Since the beginning of the world appeared, although a large part of the fog covering it has been removed from the celestial phenomena, it has changed extremely violently. From the conversation with the mountain **** Zhang Chun, we know that this situation is really unprecedented for thousands of years. crisis.

  If the protagonist of the catastrophe has encountered an accident, there will inevitably be drastic changes in the celestial phenomena. Although the current trajectory is turbulent, it is controllable, which proves that Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande are still alive and well. And it seems that they have begun to move towards the center of the vortex, and are about to reach the peak of the world's general trend and lead the situation.

  Recovering his senses, Fang Chang put the little jade knife he hadn't seen for a long time in his pocket, ready to make a new scabbard. Because when the table knife flew back, it was the third time it was out of its sheath to ward off danger, and it didn't fly back with the scabbard.

  This time he plans to change the material and no longer use bark.

  After so many years of hunting in Yunzhong Mountain, he has accumulated a lot of leather in his hand, which just happens to be a leather sheath.

Seeing that A Niu was still waiting quietly, Fang Chang smiled, and led his disciples along the boardwalk, leaving the center of the pond: "I lent this small knife to two good people when I went down the mountain last time. They will go through many risks. , I want to help him."

"Aniu, after you go down the mountain, you must be careful about this catastrophe. If someone invites you to join some forces, you must think about it, ask them clearly about their goals, and don't go against your heart. If possible, you should find A peaceful place, live like an ordinary person, and slowly find your own way."

  A Niu nodded: "I know."

  Walking into the shed, picked up two brooms, handed one of them to A Niu, and then the two started working together.

While cleaning slowly, Fang Chang continued, "It's still some time before I go down the mountain again. You have to think about it these days. Anyway, it's still a long time. After all, you also have experience in living in the world. You can imagine going down the mountain later." Then, where to go, what to do."

   Then he stopped, holding the broomstick and looking at the temple that was already in use next to him, he laughed:

   "The teacher has already thought about what name to give it. Since it is difficult to decide for the time being, it will be called 'No Name'. At worst, there will be a better name in the future. If it is changed, it will be a new plaque at most."

  A Niu was at the side, feeling that he couldn’t get in the conversation, so he just swept the floor silently.

   Standing on the pond, Fang Chang thought of many alternative names. For example, although the name Xianyu Temple is appropriate, it is too damaging to the painting style on the cliff, so he discarded it. The rest of Liberty, Zhiqiu, Wuwei, Qingwei, Lingquan, etc. are too vulgar.

   On the contrary, the Hall of No Name, although not very appropriate, but quite grand.

   After all, "the perfect person has no self, the gods have no merit, and the sage has no name", and the big deal is to change the name in the future.

  He moved the broom in his hand again, and then said to A Niu: "Let's go down the mountain in a while, transplant some bamboos, and plant them around the front and back of the Wuming Hall. Bamboos are good, and then we will make a plaque."

  …

  Although they are cut down every year, the scale of the bamboo forest on the hillside has not been reduced.

  After all, bamboo grows very fast. After the bamboo shoots break through the ground, they can often grow one or two people in two or three days. Compared with fast-growing trees and the like, I don't know how stronger it is.

  Choose new bamboo and cut it obliquely, leaving seven or eight nodes and the upper branches and leaves, bundled and carried back to the cliff, and then inserted the cuttings into the front and back soil, and rooted after watering, which is very convenient for transplanting.

  Fang Chang also chopped dozens of large bamboos along the way, without removing the branches and leaves, tied them up and carried them up the mountain to replenish the bamboo poles on the cliff.

   It's just that the bundle of bamboo is too big. Although Fang Chang is as light as a feather under his divine power, he has no choice but to go around from the back cliff. After all, the plank road is narrow and bears limited load, and it is inconvenient to turn. Even according to Fang Chang's plan, the part of the plank road will be dug into a corridor in the future, and such a large bundle cannot pass through.

  It will take time for the small bamboo groves around the Wuming Hall to grow up, but the existing branches and leaves on the bamboo cuttings are quite impressive, but there are not many bamboo nodes exposed on the ground, which looks a bit short.

  For making the plaque, Fang Chang just selected a wooden board in the shed, and handed it over to A Niu to complete after writing.

  The training and immersion during this period of time has made Ah Niu a versatile player. Whether it is a carpenter, a bricklayer, an editor, a cook, he can do a lot. Fang Chang feels that if he is put down the mountain now, even if he is just an ordinary person, he will not be hungry at this level.

   "Okay, let's nail it like this."

  Fang Chang said to A Niu who was standing on the ladder, and the latter was using a hammer and a large bronze nail to nail the plaque to the gate of the temple. They are all self-cultivated and will not be skewed, but it is up to Fang Chang to decide the high and low positions.

   After a few clicks on the nail, Ah Niu jumped off the ladder and took the wooden ladder on his shoulder.

  Then the master and the apprentice stepped back together to see the effect of the building after it was completely completed from a little further away.

"Yes, Not Bad."

  Fang Chang smiled, and Liu A Niu who was beside him also nodded in agreement.

  This unnamed hall has sufficient materials and is very grand.

  It is based on soil, with stone as steps, wooden pillars and brick walls, blue tiles and cornices. The most conspicuous places are the regular and bright glass windows and the plaque with the word "No Name" above the main entrance.

  A Niu went to put the ladder back in the shed.

  Fang Chang walked in slowly.

  There are not many furnishings inside the main entrance, only a few chairs and tables, each with sufficient materials, but due to the lack of paint, the natural color of the wood is obvious, and a few homemade teapots and cups are placed on the table in a mess. The Wuming Hall doesn't need to worship anything, but it looks like a simple house for receiving guests.

   Enter next to Fang Chang's living room.

   There is a desk by the window, with an inkstone and pen holder on it, and the sunlight from the south shines in, illuminating the paper on the table brightly. There is a bookshelf wardrobe next to it, and a real bed with old quilts on it, neatly folded. As usual, some wooden blocks were nailed to the wall, and sundries such as bamboo hats were hung.

   Thank you Wang Banxian for your reward.

  (end of this chapter)