Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 229 [Thousands of miles home alone]

  The little beasts stood not far away, watching the two upright humans tossing the bamboo with novel or curious eyes. Although they do not attack and prey on each other, they also strictly observe a safe distance and stay away from other onlookers vigilantly. In order to have a better view, there are even arhats stacked up with similar small animals.

  The spring water on the mountain, with the work of Fang Chang and Mu Anning, extended farther and farther down the mountain. The clear water flowed along with the elevated bamboo canal, over a few slightly convex hills, across rocky beaches and grassy slopes, and meandering down the ravine.

  Fang Chang pointed to the bamboo canal in front of him, and smiled at Mu Anning: "It seems that the creatures in the mountains are very curious about this."

  At this time, there are more and more small beasts around, and there are even spirit beasts among them, not afraid of people. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Chang gave up the idea of ​​grabbing two and going back to taste them, even though some of the onlookers looked delicious.

  Mu Anning was not surprised by this scene, he poked the cut tree branch into the soil under his feet, and said:

"When I go to the mountain to collect medicine, small animals often come to watch, but the master always asks me to bring a sharp weapon so as not to be attacked by those ignorant and vicious beasts. There are many spirit beasts in Nanping Mountain, and they are not afraid of people. The shape-changing ones have some friendship with us, if we meet someday, we can introduce them to Mr. Fang."

  During the work, the young man would occasionally go to the side to pick a few herbs and put them in his cloth bag. It's something he's been doing all the time, as natural as sleeping and eating.

  The medicinal materials in Nanping Mountain, after they were collected by their master and apprentice, will be processed, and then used to help the surrounding people and relieve their pain.

  Fang Chang plans to learn how to identify medicinal properties and process medicinal materials with his master and apprentice Sang Ziping when he has spare time in the past few days. After all, this kind of knowledge can't be like magic, it will come naturally with the improvement of cultivation base, so you can only learn it by yourself. Now that it happened to happen, Fang Chang naturally asked for a lesson.

  Because there are many medicinal herbs in Yunzhongshan, but he doesn't know how to use them. Every time you encounter medicinal materials in the mountains, you can only let them go and be careful not to damage them. On the other hand, Lin Hai from Linxi Village at the foot of the mountain learned the skill of planting medicinal materials from somewhere, and turned his terraced fields on the hillside into medicinal fields to supply the doctors at the foot of the mountain.

   In addition, Fang Chang still remembered that when he was in Lizhou, he met Gu Shan, an old practitioner who loved to play chess, and could refine grass pills.

  Caodan has many functions, and it should use spiritual grass and herbs. Although I don't know the theory, I think it has something in common with the doctor's technique of Qihuang. Looking back, after learning enough and being confident, I can also cast a pill furnace, and after going to Xinhe Gushan to ask for advice, I will start a fire to make alchemy.

  In just two days, Fang Chang and Mu Anning led the bamboo canal to the village at the foot of the mountain.

   The price is that there is a small piece of bamboo forest missing on the mountain, exposing the bamboo joints half a foot above the ground. Fortunately, this kind of plant grows very fast. It won't be long before Cuizhi's figure will occupy this open space again. Many branches with suitable shapes were also cut down by the two to make supports that met the requirements.

  Hearing movement outside the door, Sang Ziping walked out.

  He was seeing Fang Chang and Mu Anning, punching a support made of branches into the ground. ,

  Behind the two of them, there is a long trench made of bamboo, which is supported by branches several feet high. The bamboo has been split from the middle, exposing the white inside. The clear water is passing through the narrow bamboo gutter, flowing out, and splashing on the ground, wetting a large area,

  After seeing this scene, Sang Ziping was very happy, and he praised:

"The door hinge does not rot, and the flowing water does not rot. This idea is really ingenious, and it has deep meaning in it. Moreover, the water is a little bit better than that brought in with a bucket. Mr. Fang, why don't you put the outlet outside the courtyard, so that the village People can also use it."

   Regarding this proposal, Fang Chang has nothing to do with it.

   Together with Sang Ziping and his disciples, he worked together to install the last few sections of bamboo canals.

  The thin stream of water gushing from the end of the bamboo canal made a shallow pit on the ground, winding around the village along the mountain, and flowing down. The soil in the pit was taken away by the water and gradually became clear.

  Sang Ziping next to him said that the village was specially designed in this way, leaving a low-lying place outside the village to prevent the water from damaging the house when it rains, and now it is just drainage.

   Gradually, villagers came to watch, and praised this scene.

  Seeing more and more people around, Sang Ziping found a slightly higher place to stand still, and said to everyone: "The water here is drawn from the mountain spring above. Everyone can take it for themselves. Just carry a bucket to pick it up."

   Seeing Dr. Sang, everyone laughed and said:

   "This bamboo canal is really convenient. Don't worry, Doctor Sang, we will come to fetch water every day after Dr. Sang's house has been fetched."

  Sang Ziping exchanged pleasantries with the villagers again, while Mu Anning went back to the courtyard, filled up the large copper pot for boiling water, and prepared to use the new water to make some tea. When Fang Chang and Sang Ziping returned to the hospital, they had already seen some people in the village brought water buckets, and they were about to try a novelty to fill up the water tanks at home.

   "Mr. is really curious. This canal has benefited many people." Sang Ziping smiled.

   "It's nothing. Compared with Wei He who manages water at the foot of the mountain, this is really just a trail." Fang Chang said, and Mu Anning, who was carrying a copper pot beside him, also nodded repeatedly.

   Mountain spring water boiled tea tastes very good.

  The tea in the cup is produced in Nanping Mountain, but it is not made by Sang Ziping and his apprentices, but they bought it in the market at the foot of the mountain. Although it is not as good as Fangchang's self-made tea in Yunzhong Mountain, it is fresh enough and quite interesting to drink.

   "Calculate the time, your elder brother is coming soon, he is always punctual."

  Sang Ziping held the teacup and said to Mu Anning beside him.

  Since the last time he communicated with his apprentice, Sang Ziping has been counting the days and estimating the time when he will return here. Even after Chief Fang arrived, since he knew that Mr. Fang could count and count, he asked Chief Fang to teach him a lesson, which also showed that he could arrive today.

   While speaking, the door creaked open.

  The door of the small courtyard is never closed, because folks may come to seek medical treatment at any time. Of course, if there is no emergency, those who come to the door will knock on the door before entering.

  Looking at the door, Sang Ziping immediately stood up.

  Then he sat down again, collected himself, coughed lightly and said to the side: "An Ning, your senior brother is back, go and greet him."

   "Yes, Master!"

  Mu Anning quickly stood up to welcome him out.

  Fang Chang had long sensed that the people who came this time were not from the surrounding villagers, but he did not remind the two masters and apprentices in front of him, but stayed beside him holding tea and watching with a smile.

   "Master, I'm back!"

  The visitor didn't have time to go up the steps, so he bowed and saluted, and shouted sincerely.

  It was a young man in the dust, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a gray cloth package, wearing leggings and hemp shoes, holding a wooden stick in his hand, standing bowed in the courtyard.

   Sang Ziping couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked out.

  (end of this chapter)