Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 225 [Can't come empty-handed]

  The next day, Fang Chang, who came out of the room, lifted the blindfold.

  For the guests in Yuzihao’s room, suddenly changed from quack doctor to young man in white with a sword in his hand, the innkeeper was not surprised.

  Seeing that Fang Chang's face hadn't changed, the shopkeeper quickly settled the bill without asking a word.

  The inn provides breakfast, which is very cheap, but not everyone will choose to eat in the inn. Moreover, Fang Chang had already paid the bill, so he went outside and found a small stall surrounded by the most people to have breakfast.

  The sesame sauce noodles here are very good. He ordered two fried rice rings and two large soup dumplings, and sat down to eat them. After preparing the meal, he went to the market for two laps, and then went out of the city to the west.

  The sky is a bit gloomy today with thick clouds.

   But Fang Chang could feel in his spiritual sense that it would rain in the city after ten days, and it was just a cloudy day.

  ...

  Fang Chang let go of his feet, stopped on the road and asked someone for directions twice, then confirmed the direction, and walked directly to the foot of the mountain.

  Nanping Mountain does not occupy a large area, but it is beautiful and strange, with continuous high and low peaks, and peaks protruding into the clouds, covered with snow that does not melt all year round.

  The main reason is that the weather has not been clear enough in recent days. According to passers-by, when the sky is clear after wind and rain, you can directly see Nanping Mountain from Luming City.

   Stopping at the foot of the mountain, he looked up at Nanping Mountain in front of him.

  It is summer, and all kinds of plants on the mountain compete with each other, and the hillside facing the sun will be covered thickly. There are also high cliffs and dense forests, and strange peaks and rocks everywhere.

  And on this mountain, there are cliffs, gorges, waterfalls, ditches, slopes, springs, streams, and pools, and there are strands of spiritual power circling and wandering around. It is a good place!

  But there are many traces of human activities on Nanping Mountain.

  From the angle where Fang Chang is standing, on the side facing outward, there are more birds and less animals.

   There are also various traces of felling, firewood huts, and some fruit trees and bamboo forests that are obviously artificially planted. He even saw two small vegetable fields, some leeks and onions.

  This should be the place where Sang Ziping's master and apprentice lived.

  Fang Chang thought for a while, but felt that it was better not to come to the door empty-handed, so he turned and walked in another direction.

  There is a deep pool not far in front, where several mountain streams converge, narrow and long around the foot of the mountain, and the water at the exit is turbulent, merges with other mountain streams, and flows southward.

  Beside the water pool is a flat farmland, the rice in the field is green, and occasionally farmers are busy in it.

   There are no terraced fields. It can be seen that this place is richer than Linxi Village at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain. The population is relatively small compared to the land, so there is no need to compete for land on the hillside.

  Fang Chang walked to Tan's side and looked down.

  The water is green and bottomless, not as clear as the pond on Xianqi Cliff and the pool under Xianqi Cliff.

  Many aquatic plants grow randomly, criss-crossing at the edge of the pool and emerge from the water surface, the farther away from the shore, the shorter and shorter, and then spread with the bottom of the pool until it is deep and bottomless.

   In addition to this, there are some aquatic organisms.

   There are fish and shrimp, plankton such as larvae, and various unnamed molluscs, reptiles, crustaceans, etc., but Fang Chang has a purpose for the time being, and has no time to try whether they are delicious.

  He stared at the pool, unwrapped his back and put it in a dry place.

   Then he jumped lightly and dived into the water.

   "Poof!"

  The water splash is very small, like a fish in square length, and like a cormorant swooping down, it plunges into the bottom of the water.

  The water in the pool is deep and turbid, making it difficult for ordinary people to see things, and after passing a certain boundary, the water color becomes black and cold, like a bottomless abyss.

  But to the other party, it seems like there is no barrier.

  He quickly dived into the bottom of the water like a rock falling into the water, and copied it lightly. Only then did he turn around, grab the struggling prey with one hand, pass through the rapids and swimming fish in the water, and rise to the surface of the water.

   "Wow!"

  A white figure dragged a black figure, jumped out of the water, turned somersault in mid-air, and landed on the shore.

With a slight shake from bottom to top, he used a little descaling technique to shake off all the water on the robe on his body. Then he threw the prey on the ground, picked up the blue cloth wrapped around him, and tied it again. behind.

  When he was in Yunzhong Mountain, Fang Chang did a lot of fishing.

Yunzhongshan has large and small pools, streams, springs, and the Baigou River where the mountain water converges at the foot of the mountain. There are many edible torpedoes living there, but at that time he preferred to use rattan baskets with sparse meshes. Jump into the water to scoop up the fish, and then steam or boil the catches, and sprinkle salt on them to make dried fish.

  These creatures in the water enriched Fang Chang's dining table, providing him with more comprehensive taste and nutrition.

   But Fang Chang caught such a big fish for the first time.

  A huge black catfish was struggling on the ground, as if it wanted to jump into the water, Fang Chang stepped forward and held it down: "Don't move around." Then he tapped his fingers a few times to kill it.

   This catfish is just an ordinary fish and has never been enlightened.

  But this kind of fish has fewer spines and more oil, the meat is tender, rich in flavor, and tastes smooth, making it a good delicacy. What's even more commendable is that he doesn't know how long he has lived in this deep pool, how long a person is, and it is estimated that he can produce hundreds of catties of meat, which is very good as a gift.

  He carried the fish and walked towards the official road again.

  Pick up the gift, turn a corner along the road, get out of the shadow of the hill, and you can see the bustling village in front of you.

  The road up the mountain is quite wide, because people often walk back and forth, so some villagers keep leveling and repairing it. There were quite a few pedestrians coming in and out, they should all be villagers, some were carrying bamboo baskets, apparently returning from the market at the bottom of the mountain, some were walking back with farm tools on their shoulders, and some were about to go out to farm.

  Compared with other industries, farming is much more free. No matter what to plant or when to work, you can decide for yourself.

  The roadside at the entrance of the village is not like other places. There are a lot of yellow flowers blooming, and the big flowers are really beautiful.

  Fang Chang recognized that this kind of flower, in addition to being an ornamental, also has a certain edible and medicinal value. It can be used as a vegetable, and it can also be processed and used as medicine to treat diseases. It is very suitable for planting in corner plots. In the past few days, people will come to collect these yellow flowers, go back or store or sell them.

  When Sang Ziping and his disciples were lingering on Xianqi Cliff, Fang Chang once communicated with them and knew about their residence.

  According to the other party, because they hold the world-oriented school, although they live in Nanping Mountain, they have not completely escaped from the secular world. Instead, they live in a large village at the foot of the mountain, mixing with ordinary people.

  The only difference is that they occupy several hilltops in the direction of the village closest to the mountains as dojos.

  So Fang Chang didn't need to ask for directions, and walked straight to the innermost part of the village.

  The catfish in his hand had long since disappeared. Under the curious eyes of the villagers, Fang Chang walked to the innermost part of the village. On the northwest corner, he saw a large courtyard wall with many buildings inside. He looked at the clouds above the courtyard and smiled slightly:

   This is it.

  (end of this chapter)