Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 430 [Well]

  The fiery red sun hangs in the sky, but because the angle of the sun is very oblique, even at noon, the heat that can be felt is slightly slight.

  When Fang Chang pressed Luoyun's head, he had already entered the Central Plains, so he walked slowly south from the edge of the Central Plains.

  Villages and towns are scattered far and near, surrounded by continuous field ridges, and roads are attached to the ground like weaving nets, interspersed with forests, ponds, mounds and gentle slopes. It was also winter, and the northern part of the Central Plains was completely different from the extreme northern place he had visited before. It was full of liveliness and vitality, while on the extreme northern ice field, all he could see was chilling.

  Of course, the biggest difference is the sunshine.

  The dog outside the house also ran out of the den, found a dry place, and lay there to bask in the sun. Under the bright sun, the adults came out to talk with their sleeves folded, and the children ran and played around, not afraid of the cold, and their red faces were full of smiles.

   When he continued to walk forward, he stopped suddenly.

  In the distant sky, there is a tiny white spot flying towards this side, and then getting closer and closer.

  A few miles away, I could already see the high speed of the white dot, and its target was Fang Chang, galloping over at a speed far exceeding that of a bird. As the white spot approached, it also grew larger and finally became a clearly visible shape.

  It is a paper airplane for communication.

  It seems that Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling received his letter and responded, and they don't know how they are now.

  Fang Chang neatly unfolded the paper airplane and read the reply on it.

   "To Mr. Fang:"

   "Knowing that your trip to the extreme north went so smoothly, Qingling and I are relieved. Mister has wiped out the enemy's Xuanwu training hall, which is really good news to be happy about."

"In this way, the enemy no longer has any training hall, or in a short period of time, they only have the leader left, which is the weakest time. Even if you said in your reply that the monsters are going to set up a new training hall, it is absolutely impossible It didn't happen overnight, after all, they were losing ground in the world."

"Speaking of this, I have to mention that the rebel army is now more powerful and powerful in the world. It has already occupied four-fifths of the world's territory. The remaining enemy forces have been retreating steadily. Maybe it won't be long before we can reshape the whole world..."

   Later, Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling also told Fang Chang that they already had an idea of ​​the enemy's headquarters instigating chaos in the world, and asked Fang Chang to go to the Central Plains to help them when it was convenient.

   Fang Chang naturally has no objection to this.

  He took out the pen and ink from the package, took advantage of the cold weather but the ink in the inkstone had not yet solidified, dipped the ink and wrote "OK" in big characters, then folded up the paper airplane and threw it back into the sky. This paper plane will pass through the clouds and across the small half of the Central Plains, looking for new communication targets.

  Fang Chang looked at the sky for a while, and carefully sensed the spiritual sense.

  Of course, nothing was gained, but Fang Zhang vaguely felt that the chance to solve this catastrophe was very close.

  He put the backpack back on his back, took a bamboo hat from it and covered it, and continued to head south.

  Suddenly, an anxious cry of "Help!" came from a village in the distance. Fang Chang was slightly taken aback when he heard it, then turned around and appeared at the entrance of that village in an instant.

   It happened that there was a slack season when the young adults who were staying at home heard the exclamation, and rushed out of the courtyard one after another, looking for the place where the sound came from. It seemed that it was Fang Chang's affinity that made them subconsciously lower their vigilance towards this strange white-clothed stranger, and just groped towards the source of the voice calling for help.

  But I saw a half-grown girl holding the edge of the well in the village in front of me, looking into it vigorously, and said something anxiously.

   "What's the matter, Pearl?"

   Someone rushed forward and hurriedly asked the half-grown girl by the well.

   "My brother is naughty, he fell into the well! Save him!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately became anxious, and immediately surrounded the mouth of the well to look inside, only to find that the situation inside was very critical: a little doll fell into the well, and was sitting in a bucket, dangling in the well water that did not freeze in winter. , looks very dangerous.

  The girl next to her was crying anxiously. It turned out that she had just left the house when she saw the doll next door throwing a bucket into the well while playing with her friends, and she accidentally fell down. So she hurriedly called for help and called the adults out of the door.

   "What can I do!" The person next to him was a little numb in anxiety.

   After all, this well is made of bricks, with a small mouth and a big belly, and moss has grown in it for many years. It is so slippery that even adults cannot climb up. What's more, the water in the well is deep, and there is a baby sitting in the bucket, which is in danger of overturning at any time.

   "Don't move, don't move!" The relatives with the baby shouted, and his parents were tearful and anxious. The little doll in the well was obviously frightened, and stayed in the bucket without making a sound, until the people above called for orders, and finally cried out.

   Fortunately, he is not too young, and he already knows the fear, so he doesn't dare to move around in the barrel.

But the surface of the well water, which was just dropped by the bucket and caused ripples, is still rippling back and forth. The wooden bucket on the water surface is brought back and forth, hitting the well wall on this side from time to time, and then slowly drifting to the opposite side to hit it again. The people above were worried.

  They have already started discussing how to rescue the child. Someone immediately fetched a pole, and several of them grabbed it and stretched it into the well. But in winter, the water level is low, and the iron hook on the pole cannot reach the wooden barrel.

  Adding a rope to extend it is not a good choice. After all, the bucket below is dangling. If the bucket is accidentally knocked over, or the pole falls and hits the child, it will be a disaster.

   Seeing such an urgent matter, Fang Chang naturally would not stand by.

  He took out the rope from his backpack, thought for a while, then took out the small jade knife from his pocket, tied it to one end of the rope, then walked forward and said:

   "Let me try."

  When everyone heard the sound, they turned their heads and looked at him suspiciously.

  However, a stable old man immediately asked, "What method does the guest plan to use to save this child?"

  Fang Chang said with a smile: "I'm a Jianghu man. I use this throwing knife superbly and never miss it. Just watch me tie the handle of the bucket below."

  People around saw him walking to the well with a jade knife, and they were all very nervous.

   After all, although the man in white looks very friendly, no one knows him, and he appeared suddenly. How can he know if the other party will miss? But everyone had no choice but to let him try, so everyone just urged him not to hurt or scare the child, Fang Chang just nodded.

  He walked to the edge of the well, and seemingly casually threw the end with the small jade knife into the mouth of the well.

   This seemingly leisurely movement caused the hearts of many villagers to reach their throats, and then they thumped endlessly. Those around the mouth of the well clearly saw the small jade knife fall down, then pass through the wooden bucket handle, come back again, and land in Fang Chang's hand.

   "It's done!" Someone beside cheered.

   Thank you Mulin for the reward.

  (end of this chapter)