Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 339 [Desolate Island Stranger]

  The sea is very big, and I didn’t even see a boat on the road.

  Looking around, apart from water or water, there is no land at all, but this is still an archipelago area. Occasionally, there are water birds leaning over the sea.

  Fang Chang simply retracted the sails and lowered the mast, and then let go of his hands and feet to shake the oars, shaking the boat like an arrow off the string, cutting through the waves and moving forward vigorously. As a result, the bow of this small fishing boat crushed the waves and lifted slightly, and the water lines and foam on both sides spread far away.

   It's also a bit interesting.

  After such a long time, Fang Chang saw that there was already a shadow of land in front of him, and after another quarter of an hour, he had already started looking for a parking place.

  There are many obstacles around the small island. Even though he could know the location of every reef and submerged reef, he was still very careful before stopping the boat in a small bay and tied it to a tree with a long rope.

  Tightening the wrap straps on his body, Fang Chang jumped off the boat and walked towards the island for dozens of steps, then suddenly turned around and came back, untied the rope that tied the boat and put it away again. Then, walking on the water surface, he walked to the side of the boat, grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, lifted it gently, and stuffed the boat into his backpack.

   Then he turned around again, left the small water bay that had become calm again, and walked towards the middle of the island.

  The island is not big, and the terrain is a bit rugged. Several small hills are scattered on the island, and with the dry grass and light branches everywhere on the hillside, it looks a bit desolate. There is absolutely no way to support a large population here, after all, there shouldn't be any fields in this terrain.

   It is a creek about a foot wide, which proves that there is fresh water on this island, as rumored.

  The number of people gradually increased.

  For example, traces of felling on some branches, such as some footprints.

  Then, there was smoke rising from the kitchen in the valley, and it gradually dissipated with the wind as it rose. Fang Chang looked at the smoke trail, then looked at the sky, and thought to himself: It should be that the people inside are cooking dinner.

   Going further inside, there is indeed an open space in the valley, which can accommodate people.

  Several fields were scattered around, but it is winter now, and only the field ridges and surrounding crop straw can be seen, and nothing is growing in the field. When I went ashore, I saw a small stream flowing through here, and a small pond was dug in the middle to make it easier to fetch water.

  At the edge of the field, there are several low fence walls. The fences are all isolated, and they are not closed to each other. It is impossible to see what is being surrounded.

   Inside, there is a simple thatched cottage.

   It can be seen that the people who built the house did not have good craftsmanship. Although the house is made of solid materials, it is a bit crooked, but it is covered with thick straw. It seems to be for fire prevention. The place where the cooking smoke rises is a small shed not far away. There are several pots and stoves supported by stones, and clay pots are used to cook things on it.

  Fang Chang did not add to his body the state of "why meet each other before", but he stood there, still blending into the world naturally, which is difficult to detect. So he had no choice but to use a small spell on himself to make himself the current focus.

   After all, in his spiritual perception, the people in the hut did not have cultivation.

  Almost at the same time, a person came out of the thatched hut, holding a wooden spoon in his hand, as if he had just left the stove and went back to the house to get the spoon.

   As soon as he went out, the man involuntarily turned his gaze to where Fang Chang was.

   Seeing someone coming, the other party was taken aback, clutching the spoon tightly, his eyes a little surprised. Gathering his mind, he shouted to the other party:

   "Who is coming? What's the matter?"

Fang Chang slightly looked at the person who came out of the house. His clothes were worn out, but some traces of washing could still be seen. However, his eyebrows were very long, his beard had not been shaved for a long time, and his hair was messy. Gray and white is really a bit of a bluff, no wonder he is called a "weird" in the rumors.

  So he said loudly to the weird man at the door: "I am from the Central Plains. I heard that there is a Yishi on the island, so I came here to visit."

Although this uninvited guest in white made people feel a little close, the strange man still said angrily: "What is there to visit? I am not a scholar, and there is nothing worth visiting on this broken island." Things, don't bother me."

   Fang Chang didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "After all, you are a guest from afar, please come in and talk about it?"

  He had already seen that this small island had nothing to do with the Qinglong training hall of the demon tribe he was looking for, but the strange man in front of him aroused his curiosity, so he asked, wanting to know the story inside.

  The weird man was not stubborn. After listening to what Fang Chang said, he stood there for a while, then sighed, then put down the hand holding the spoon, and used the other hand to make a gesture of "please come in".

  Fang Chang smiled and stepped forward.

  With his right hand, he took out the backpack behind his back without a trace, pulled out some bacon and snacks to eat in his hand, and took a bag of salt, carrying it as a gift, and walked into the thatched cottage.

  The other party also walked in, carrying two bowls of corn porridge, put one of the bowls in front of Fang Chang, and drank it by himself, as if there was no one around. Fang Chang also picked up the thick porcelain bowl, no matter whether the corn porridge was hot or cold, he drank it all in one gulp.

   This action stunned the opposite person for a moment: "Hey! Be careful it's hot."

   Seeing that the strange man in white was fine, the strange man continued to drink the porridge until it was all gone, then took the kettle next to him, poured water into the bowl, shook it slightly, and continued to drink it all, leaving no millet in the bowl.

  Fang Chang looked back and forth at the thatched hut. The hut was built solidly, and there was no sign of water leakage inside. The lighting in the room is not good, and several self-made table frames are scattered around, with some daily utensils placed on them.

  A wooden bed was lying by the window, and the bedding on it was very old, with many traces of repairs. Then there are several sets of books, neatly placed on the shelves, looking like they have been carefully cared for.

  Curiosity was even stronger, he looked at the strange man opposite, and asked:

   "What's your name?"

"The name is not important, just like I don't care about your name." The weirdo packed up the two bowls, and slightly inspected the things brought by Chang below, "If you have any questions, just ask, I will naturally answer what I know, For that's sake—salt isn't often available here."

"It's just pure curiosity." Fang Chang said sincerely, "Originally, I came here to investigate some things, but it seems that this place has nothing to do with what I'm investigating. But seeing Your Excellency makes people very curious. Why do you want to live here?" In this inconvenient place?"

  The weirdo carefully put away the bag of salt, put the snacks and bacon on the side shelf, then looked into Fang Chang's eyes and said:

   "Actually, there is nothing to be curious about."

   "Like you, I am also from the Central Plains, but when I come here, I don't plan to go back."

  (end of this chapter)