Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 411 [The person in the account]

"I'm just a long-distance traveler. I passed by here by chance and saw that this tent is strange, so I came to have a look." Fang Chang said slowly, "Anyway, there are no roads on this grassland, and it doesn't matter which direction you go. influence arrives."

"So that's how it is." said the male monster in front of him, and at the same time, both of them relaxed their vigilance, as if they sensed the familiar aura of Fang Chang, "This is the newly established relationship between the two of us." Tents, so I didn’t save anything, what a joke.”

Fang Chang felt that what the monster in front of him said was not a lie, but since the two of them were monsters and had magic power, it would not be difficult to survive in this ice and snow world with this appearance of no further supplies—no big deal Just endure the hunger for a few days.

  However, Fang Chang also noticed that compared with the monsters in the Central Plains, the etiquette of the two is very rough, similar to that of herdsmen.

   It can be seen that they are indeed monsters born and raised in this grassland.

  Then the banshee next to her invited: "I'm a guest from afar, would you like to sit in the tent? Although there is no tea, at least there is no cold wind."

  Fang Chang readily agreed, and walked into the tent with the two demons.

  The furnishings inside were really simple, with no tables or chairs, just two crooked small wooden stools.

  The material of the tent is very thin, unlike the thick felt commonly used by herdsmen, it trembles badly under the cold wind. Next to the pillar in the middle of the tent, there is a small earthen stove with a thin iron pot on it, and besides this is a bed made of thick hay, with neat bedding.

  The banshee brought some dry grass and shrub branches from outside the house. Look at the snow marks on them. This is the firewood she just collected.

  She put the hay carefully into the stove, and ignited it by the embers inside, and then put in the bushes and fanned the fire. Then, she picked up the iron pot on the stove and walked out the door. When she came in again, there was already a large piece of snow inside, which was much higher than the edge of the pot.

  The flame licked the bottom of the pot, and as more firewood was added, the white snow in the pot soon melted into water.

  Bringing the bucket, the banshee picked up the thin iron pot. After the water inside calmed down, she poured the upper layer of water into the bucket, and then poured out the remaining water in the pot. Poured the clean water from the bucket into the pot again, and she took a piece of frozen goat's milk and a small piece of brick tea, and threw them into the pot to boil.

   "Our conditions here are poor, and only these can be used for entertaining." The banshee said apologetically.

   "It's too much trouble to get hospitality here. The host is very polite." Fang Chang said with a slight salute. His polite appearance and tone surprised the two monsters who had never had contact with the Central Plains people.

  But right away, Fang Chang expressed his doubts straightforwardly without euphemism:

   "You two are demons, right?"

  Hearing this, the two people in front of them reacted immediately.

  The male demon who was about to say something stopped suddenly, and fell silent for a while. The female demon who was using a long wooden spoon to stir the milk tea in the pot also shook her hand, almost splashing some milk tea in the pot. But immediately, they calmed down, as if they had already guessed and prepared for this question from the visitor.

  The male demon spoke first, and asked: "Can you see our identities, Your Excellency is a legendary fairy?"

  Fang Chang said: "I have a little blessing, and I have been on the road of cultivation for several years."

The two sides notified their names, Fang Chang told him that he was from Yunzhong Mountain in the Central Plains, and the two monsters told him that among the two, the male monster was named Changhe, and the female monster was named Qingcao. The concept of taking a surname.

   Then, the two monsters spoke their heels.

  The male monster is a wolf demon, while the female demon is a sheep demon. They also mentioned that they were together by fate before they took shape. Not long ago, after the two demons took shape one after another, they set up a tent on this grassland and lived as a couple.

   Now, Fang Chang was really surprised.

He took the big cup that Qingcao handed over, and without bothering to taste the milk tea in it, he asked, "I don't know how you two met? It stands to reason that as natural enemies, the chances of meeting and getting acquainted in normal times should be very small. "

  Qingcao and Changhe looked at each other and smiled.

  Changhe recalled:

"At that time, I was enlightened. At that time, I no longer wanted to act together with my kind. I wandered on the grassland all day long, not knowing where to come from, let alone where to go. Later, I saw a long river that divided the entire grassland. Second, the long river is extremely wide, and the water in it is surging forward day and night."

   "I have a feeling in my heart, so I refined the cross-bones, which can be spoken by others. Out of gratitude for that long river, I also named myself Changhe."

   "However, being able to speak makes me more lonely. When I was just a wolf before, I howled at the moon at night. But after I can speak, I can only talk to myself. This is really unbearable."

   "Fortunately, when I jumped into the herdsmen's pen to steal sheep to eat, I came across green grass."

  It turned out that after the wolf demon was refined into a horizontal bone, he was really lonely on the grassland and urgently needed to find someone to communicate with. As a result, at this time, it jumped into the sheep pen, and met the sheep demon Qingcao who had also refined the cross-bones.

  Because Changhe entered the sheepfold, he talked to the prey while choosing, so Qingcao discovered his identity as a monster, and took the initiative to talk, and then Changhe picked up Qingcao, the sheep demon, and left.

  The situation of the two monsters is similar. After they can talk, they can't find someone to communicate with, so they hit it off.

  The two of them went hand in hand and flew away.

  From then on, the wolf demon Changhe no longer eats sheep, but feeds on mice on the grassland.

  Because of the deep love between the two demons, after they took shape one after another not long ago, they simply married and settled down on the edge of the grassland.

  This story made Fang Chang clap his hands in amazement.

  The sheep as a benevolent beast, and its natural enemy, the wolf as a ferocious beast, is really a wonder in the world.

  After thinking about it, Fang Chang said with a smile:

   "Since you are newlyweds, you don't want to come empty-handed as guests. How about this, I will give you some household items as a wedding gift."

   After speaking, he pulled the backpack behind him and began to dig out things from it.

Under the amazed eyes of the wolf and sheep couple, he took out a dozen Chinese cabbages, a dozen white radishes, a set of pots and pans, a set of tables and chairs, a few pieces of cloth, and a few bundles of firewood from his backpack. , and a bag of sorghum rice.

   These things are piled on the ground, full of them.

   "This can't be allowed, this can't be allowed..." The monster couple in front of them couldn't speak their words in a hurry, they just refused again and again.

Fang Chang did not speak, but turned around, picked up the rough wooden cup filled with milk tea, and said with a smile: "Master's milk tea tastes very good, thank you for your hospitality. Hurry up, we will meet again by fate in the future."

   After saying that, he went out the door and drifted away.

   At a loss, the wolf-sheep couple had no choice but to chase them off. When they went out to look again, the uninvited guest in white was already far away.

  Back in the tent, the couple looked at the pile of presents on the ground, relatively speechless.

   After a long time, they sighed: "Perhaps, this is an expert."

  (end of this chapter)