Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 244 [Approaching the customs]

  Fang Chang and Sang Ziping retreated from the room in the inn, found a place to eat and drink, and returned to the big tree yesterday, continuing to observe the situation in the courtyard.

  The young police officer guarded the place for a whole night.

But due to the good shift change, everyone is still energetic. Of course, it may be necessary to cheer up all the time to strengthen your courage. After all, besides a pile of corpses, there are two hideous snake corpses, which makes people not even think about the money in the house. pile.

The county magistrate who arrived early in the morning first listened to the young officer recount what he saw, and then inspected the site, including the writing on the door panel, the wall turned into fly ash, and the yard missing a foot of soil , and then asked the assistant next to him to carefully examine the corpses in the courtyard and the corpses of the two snakes.

  The former is relatively simple. The cause of death of these people is relatively consistent, and then from the house, I found the sharp blade used by the two monsters as the murder weapon, and compared it to confirm the file. But examining these two snake corpses made Wu Zuo a difficult problem: in Wu Zuo's knowledge, there is really no examination of snakes, let alone the item of judging monsters.

  So he had no choice but to go back to the county magistrate and report what he could do.

  The county magistrate was also reasonable. He approved Zuo Zuo's statement, and made his own judgment based on the statements of the townspeople and guards stationed in the town, as well as the extraordinary handwriting on the door. As a senior scholar who passed the imperial examination and studied in the Hanlin Academy, he can see more extraordinary things from the handwriting on the door panel, so he agrees with the above.

Moreover, there are endless strange things happening in the world at this time, and the county magistrate has also learned many similar stories from friends who have been in correspondence all year round, plus the various legends he heard before going to bed when he was a child, he has a certain tolerance for this matter, and he naturally associates it past.

  So the situation here is closed here. Since the world is relatively chaotic at present, the reporting is just a process, which has not attracted much attention, so it is buried in layers of files without mentioning it.

As for the money in the courtyard, because everyone is in awe of the monster exorcisers, after the county magistrate ordered the property to be returned to the original owner, everyone did not fill their own pockets, but because it was impossible to investigate the loss of the victims, they had to divide it equally according to the number of victims. , After finding the whereabouts of his family members, send them over.

  The courtyard was naturally confiscated, but the belongings in the courtyard were divided by the bold neighbors, and the pile of pigeons in the courtyard were also taken by everyone to make soup.

   Fortunately, after Fang Chang let go of those spirit enlighteners, there were only ordinary pigeons left in the cage, and it was not a big deal.

  In the countless years since then, in the bedtime stories of these three villages and the surrounding prefectures, there have been two more evil snakes that hide in the crowd in human form and like to eat people and rob money.

   But this has nothing to do with Fang Chang.

  As early as they saw the magistrate ordering the surroundings, they had already jumped from the tree and left the town called Sanjia Village, going far away.

  ...

  On the way, Sang Ziping admired Fang's long gourd.

   "Mr. Fang's gourd is not bad. How much wine is in it? When exorcising demons before, it was really mysterious to use wine to turn arrows into ropes."

  Hearing his question, Fang Chang untied the gourd around his waist, threw two tosses in his hand and said:

"This gourd is an ordinary gourd seed I got from the foot of Yunzhong Mountain. I planted it on the cliff. Later, because of the strong spiritual power of Xianqi Cliff, it became a little smart. Because the probability of the grass and plants being extremely difficult to open up the spirit is very low, it did not become a gourd in the end. Elf, so I took it off and cooked it, and made this silver-mouthed gourd."

"As for the capacity of it, after going down the mountain, every time I passed a village, I would find a tavern and put a gourd of sorghum wine in it. Since I don't usually drink much, I don't know how much I have stored in it over time. Counting in "cylinders"? Anyway, the weight of the gourd doesn't change much."

  He felt his surroundings. At this time, the two were in a mountain depression, and there was no one on the road in front and behind.

  So Fang Chang smiled at Sang Ziping: "Anyway, there is no one around, so just pour out the wine and see how much there is."

  Sang Ziping nodded, and Fang Chang pulled out the gourd's horned mouth and threw it into the air.

  The crystal liquid shot out of the gourd, but it did not form an arc, but flew straight forward, and condensed in mid-air without dispersing, forming a large ball of wine.

  The wine flowed continuously, seemingly endlessly, and the big wine ball in mid-air was getting bigger and bigger.

"Sure enough!" Sang Ziping looked up at the wine ball in mid-air, and praised, at this time, the gourd in Fang Chang's hand was finally drained to the last drop, and no more wine was sprayed out, "Look at the amount of water, there must be a small It's a pond, perhaps a little bit more water than the pond on Xianqi Cliff, Mr. Fang, you have visited a lot of places during this time."

   "Haha, Miao Zan Miao Zan."

  Fang Chang said with a smile, he has already spent a lot of money on this, and every time he goes down the mountain, most of the travel expenses he prepares are spent on this.

   Fortunately, there are rich mineral deposits in Yunzhong Mountain, otherwise it would be really difficult to do it.

He waved his hand in the air, and the big wine ball in mid-air turned into a few thin strands, twisted slightly, and went into the mouth of the gourd at the same time. This time, the speed was extremely fast. Nothing at all,.

  Tie the gourd back to his waist, Fang Chang said with a smile:

   "However, there are some varieties in it. If you have the opportunity, you should collect more types to have more fun."

  Sang Ziping also laughed:

"It is said that there is a lot of rice wine in the south of the Yangtze River. Mr. Fang can go to the south of the Yangtze River to collect some. But right now, there is a good opportunity. The climate in the Western Regions is very suitable for melons and fruits, especially grapes. People there collect grapes and brew them into fine wine. , the taste is sweet, the color is like amber, if you have a chance, you can put some on the way."

   They continued on their way. During this time, the scenery on both sides of the pass changed again.

  Although the terrain is mountainous, the mountains are starting to flatten out, and there are sporadic houses. The crops in the farmland beside the road have completely changed to millet and wheat, but millet is still the mainstream.

  The hottest time is almost over, and there is a cool breeze in the air.

Sang Ziping said: "The last time I came to Guanzhong, it was still winter. The wilderness was vast, the vegetation was withered, the mountains were cold and the water was thin. Guanzhong also had a lot of snow in winter. Whenever there was a heavy snowstorm, it was like a snow-white cloak. Cover this thick land, and everything seems to be asleep until the spring breeze wakes everything up."

   "Sounds like a really good place!" Hearing Sang Ziping's description, Fang Chang said with great interest, "When we get to Guanzhong, we have to take a closer look and feel the customs there before going to the Western Regions."

  They have strong feet and move fast.

   Turned another intersection, and the field of vision instantly widened. The terrain was flat, and the sky was clear but deep.

  However, from a distance, there is a mountain lying ahead, and as far as the eye can see, you can see strange rocks, and there is a peak that goes straight into the clouds, and there is snow on it that does not melt all year round.

  In the vagueness, you can still hear the sound of the river rushing at the foot of the mountain in the distance. The official road becomes straight on the plain and leads straight to the foot of the mountain. There is a bridge in the distance.

  Fang Chang stopped and asked Sang Ziping beside him, "Where is the front?"

   "Ant Hill."

  (end of this chapter)