Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 288 [Someone Skateboarding on Water]

  However, the snow mountain on the opposite side of the basin can be seen by Fang Chang because it is high enough. And looking forward from the mountain where he was standing, even with Fang Changyuan's eyesight beyond ordinary people, he still couldn't see the whole picture of Shu from far away—it was actually very vast.

  In his eyes, the clouds above the Shu land were thick and peaceful, shining with colorful colors.

   “What a great place to thrive.”

  Fang Chang praised secretly.

  However, he also noticed that there is still a trace of gray in this stable cloud, which proves that there are hidden worries under the prosperity of this place. However, Fang Chang didn't care too much: under the catastrophe of heaven and earth, it would be abnormal not to do so.

  He turned his head and looked east and north.

  Through the green and rolling mountains, you can see the treacherous, turbulent, magnificent waves in the distance, and the clouds that are gathering in the wind and clouds, its color is close to black, even a little dim.

  There are the directions of Guanzhong, Central Plains and Jiangnan.

   I don’t know how far the situation in the world is now, where are the people I know, including the two protagonists in the catastrophe, gone now?

   This idea just turned in my heart, and then flew away.

There was another passerby coming from behind, carrying a load tremblingly, seeing the man in white standing in front of him, blocking the narrow plank road, he said quickly: "The little brother in front, hurry up, hurry up!" It's on the ground."

   "Okay!" Fang Chang responded heartily, and then continued to walk down the mountain.

   After walking the last winding mountain road, the terrain began to become flat.

  The burden-bearer who just urged Fang Chang to go quickly, so as not to be blocked, has already been left behind by him, and he doesn't know how far away.

  The vegetation is lush in front, and then there are cobweb-like canals and patches of farmland.

  The ears of rice in the fields have become full, and some fields that were sown earlier have already started harvesting.

  Due to geographical barriers, although there are many types of plants on the roadside here, they are quite different from those in the Central Plains and Guanzhong. The species of vegetation that are common in the Central Plains and Guanzhong are not common here, and the species of vegetation that are common here are also rare in Guanzhong and the Central Plains.

  The only thing that can be found in several places is the bamboo forest on both sides.

  There are many of them in the mountains, and they are not afraid of the Shu Road. They grow in clusters on the slopes and at the bottom of the ditch.

  The road under the feet has become an official road, and it is finally flat.

  The density of villages and small towns on both sides has also increased by one or two orders of magnitude compared to the area along the Shu Road. There are also many more pedestrians, but most of them are people who are leading donkeys and mules, carrying agricultural tools, going to the field or returning home.

  Fang Chang didn't go to an inn to rest either. After he relaxed and made himself look low-key, he walked through villages and towns to observe the customs of Sichuan.

  People here like sweet taste, because the temperature inside the basin is high and always humid, it is easy to lose appetite. Whenever they dislike the bland taste of food, the common people season it with sugar or honey. The well salt produced in Sichuan is also rich in various pickled products with various patterns.

   A lot of days have passed like this, and Fang Chang didn't deliberately waste time, and he didn't choose a special road.

  He just does what he wants, doesn't care about the direction, and walks around according to his mood. If he doesn't go to the village or shop before evening, he will find a big tree or a stone to stay on it for the night, and take a look at the sky at night. Every time he passed by, relying on the abundance of money in the package, he always looked for various delicacies to taste.

   is also free and easy.

  It is early morning, and there is no road under your feet.

  Fang Chang left the official road a long time ago, and came here along the path, and then the path turned into a grass path, and finally reached the sparse bushes, no one left. The terrain has been undulating, and there are a few not-so-low hills not far in front of the ground, with branches on the ground.

  There is a river flowing around the mountain, and the streams and springs flowing down from the mountain converge into a deep pool.

  The water surface is clear, but there are no villages or small towns around. Next to the slender pool, there are original ecological places that have not been touched by humans. This also led to the fact that apart from a few clusters of bamboo forests around, there was no orderly growth of plants, and at first glance, they were all uneven and intermingled with each other.

   There were only two figures floating lightly across the water, and there were happy gurgling sounds.

  Fang Chang had already spotted the two of them. Out of curiosity, he walked over to take a closer look.

   It turned out to be two young people, a man and a woman, carved in powder and jade, and neatly dressed. The most amazing thing is that they are stepping on swords under their feet, and their clothes are fluttering. They slid across the water two feet like skateboards, chasing and fighting each other, letting go of their mood and expressions.

   Maybe this is the legendary sword fairy?

  Fang Chang watched for a while, but the two people on the opposite side didn't notice him.

  So he turned off the effect of "Why meet each other before" on his body, and still stood on the shore.

   It was the girl who, after laughing, was about to turn around again to get rid of the senior brother who was chasing after him in speed, but suddenly saw Fang Chang on the shore.

"ah!!"

  Seeing the man in white on the shore staring at the two of them, the little girl screamed out, her figure couldn't help shaking, and almost fell off the flying sword.

  Hearing the girl's exclamation, the boy stopped quickly and looked in the direction of his junior sister's line of sight, only to see a man in white with a good sword behind his back, looking at the two of them with a smile.

The young man was also flustered for a moment, but he immediately stabilized his mind, went to the girl's side, tugged at her sleeve, and said: "Junior Sister, it doesn't look like a bad person, let's go to the shore to visit, he should be a senior practitioner. "

   "Really?" The little girl said, "How do you know it's a senior practitioner?"

"This is very simple." The young man said, "Not to mention that we have cast a magic talisman here, which cannot be seen by ordinary humans. Look at the one in front." The heaven and the earth are naturally like rhythms, and when they meet and promote each other at any time, you should know that the people below are very powerful."

  The girl looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, just like what the senior brother said, the man in white stood there, just like it should have been since ancient times.

  The young man said: "Junior Sister, let's go, don't lose your courtesy."

  I didn't know how to deal with it, so the girl nodded, followed her brother obediently, and came to the shore on a skateboard. They jumped off the sword and stood on the dirt. The two seemed to have a good family education. They straightened their clothes, pulled their cuffs slightly, and asked:

   "Senior, where are you from?"

  Fang Chang smiled and said: "I came from the source, passed by here, and saw you playing on the water... Are you two the kind of 'sword fairy' that the people here talk about?"

  The two looked at each other and nodded.

  The young man said: "The so-called sword fairy is just a rumor of the common people. We are also practitioners. We are walking on the path of practice. Swords are just the practice method chosen by our lineage."

  (end of this chapter)