Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 469 ["Tianxia Taiping"]

  Outside the gate of the imperial city, the armies of the two sides confronted each other, and traces of the brief siege still remained.

  Many people living in villages and towns outside the city have carried or carried all kinds of materials to the city in accordance with the usual way of making a living, and there are also carts and horses coming.

  They came into contact with the rebel army earlier than the people in the city, and knew that they would not encounter any danger, so they still had to go to the city to do things in order to make a living. However, the usual ones, those who bring the old and young to play in the city in their spare time, or those who take their wives and children to visit relatives and friends, are still not seen on the road.

  Fang Chang was still in his previous attire. He left the city and walked slowly towards the east.

The sun was approaching the middle, the wind was gradually weakening, and the temperature began to heat up. The pedestrians on the road didn't feel much about it, but when it was time to eat, they took out simple dry food to eat, some of which were richer in the bag, I would also go to a small stall on the side of the road, sit down and ask for some hot food, drink a big bowl of tea, rest for a while before heading on my way.

  Before leaving the city, he ate a lot of food, and he was practicing cultivation, so he was neither hungry nor greedy, so he didn't take out the food in his bag, but hurried on his way leisurely.

  There is a high hill in front of it, with dense vegetation in the lower part and jagged rocks in the upper part, the road is impassable and deserted.

  Fang Chang looked up, ignored the obstacles in the middle, and took a few steps up.

  He stood on the edge of the cliff, Fang Chang looked back at the imperial city behind. Although the old purple air has dissipated, after the world has settled down, the cloud air above the distant city has become strong and vigorous, full of vitality.

  Looking at the surrounding fields, the corn and wheat in the field are growing just right. The rivers, canals, and roads split the flat fields into fishing nets, and the dark green farmland is tied together.

  This year can be regarded as good weather, and there will be a good harvest in the busy summer season.

   Facing this scene, Fang Chang was delighted.

  He just sat down, untied the gourd at his waist, unplugged it, and took a sip of the rice wine with his head up. Now at a high place, the wind picked up again, blowing the hem of the clothes and making a sound of hunting.

  Looking at the smoke from the villages and towns far and near, Fang Chang was very excited.

  He took another sip, then poked the gourd on the stone beside him, pulled the green cloth backpack behind his back, and took out a xun from it.

   This is one of the musical instruments he made on the cliff, and he used it for self-entertainment in his spare time.

  Press your finger on the hole, and Fang Chang gently presses the xun to his lower lip, playing slowly.

  Suddenly, a thick and distant music sounded, taking advantage of the terrain of Gaogang, and using a distinctive posture, it spread far away. Therefore, within a radius of tens of miles, people, animals, plants, and trees who heard this song all became lively and soothing.

  The surrounding stubborn stones, although the shape has not changed in any way, still sharp and angular, but it also looks a little more rustic and cute. Not to mention the birds, beasts and insects, as well as the people around them. If they are lucky enough to hear this song, they will have fewer illnesses and disasters, peace and happiness in their lives.

  This time, there is no person made of water to accompany the dance, just a simple Xun music.

   Coincidentally, at this time, the cultivator who had finished his career and retired, bid farewell to the rebel army, ran across the air on a green mule.

  Hearing this piece of music, the other party grabbed the mule and stopped in the air to listen.

  As the melodious sound continued to play, the practitioner passing by was very intoxicated. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the rhythm of the music.

He had already recognized that the person in front of him was Mr. Fang who walked very close to the leaders of the rebel army, but he had already left the rebel army and was on the way back, so he didn't care why the other party was here, just quietly Listen to the music quietly.

   After the last note ended, and a few more breaths later, he woke up from the intoxication. So the other party laughed and praised: "Good! Good! Good! Really good! Mr. Fang, what's the name of this song?"

  Fang Chang threw the Tao Xun in his hand into his backpack, stood up, and said with a smile, "It's called "Tianxia Taiping"."

The other party clapped his palms and laughed: "Okay! What a "Tianxia Taiping"! It is really lucky to hear this song, thank you sir, and I will leave." Run far. Fang Chang glanced around again, then looked in the direction of Yun Zhongshan, and walked straight down.

   Nothing happened all the way.

  ………

  Yunzhongshan is the most prosperous season among the four seasons.

  Fang Chang came from the west. He did not take the official route this time, but entered from the northwest of Yunzhong Mountain. He was already familiar with the road in the mountains, so he went straight to Xianqi Cliff. But the back mountain is too high, Fang Chang did not climb over the back mountain cliff, but made a slight detour, preparing to go up from the "main entrance" of Xianqi cliff.

  The appearance at the foot of Xianqi Cliff is still the same, except for the lush trees and more flowers and plants in summer, there is not much change from the last time I left. There has been a lot of rain recently, and the waterfall on the edge of the cliff has also grown stronger. The water crashes on the pool, rumbling.

  The plank road up the mountain has become a bit old, and because of the clouds and mists that linger around the edge of the cliff all the year round, there are some moss growing on the corners. There was some dust in the cave on the edge of the cliff, and a few plants grew in the gaps.

   Walking in from the main entrance made by Shihuan, Fang Chang looked at his own area.

   It has been left unattended for a long time, and the cliff is already covered with fallen leaves and overgrown with weeds. The time of leaving is not too long, so there are no visible changes in each building.

  The crop vegetables in the field grow together with the wild grass and vegetables, but they also stand upright. The lotus in the Jasper Pond is in a good season, standing there gracefully, some are budding, and some are in full bloom. Tiantian lotus leaves covered the surface of the pond, and some passed through the edge of the long wooden corridor in the Biyu pond, covering a small half of the road.

  In the mountain forest on the cliff, the monkeys were still jumping happily. Two of the domestic chickens that Fang Chang released before Fang Chang left were planing and pecking at the edge of the forest. There are some ferocious beasts in Yunzhong Mountain, but not in the mountain forest on the cliff, which gives them a comfortable living environment.

  A few tea trees on the edge of the cliff and a pine tree next to the Zaoke stone, a few sculptures are standing there.

  Fang Chang could see that the newly added eagles were not enlightened. This is also a common situation for monsters. Back then, the old fox demon Hu Feng had many descendants, and only one grandson, Hu Yun, was enlightened.

  The first silly eagle recognized Fang Chang, saw him climbed the cliff, flapped its wings twice, and still stood there dumbfounded.

  Fang Chang walked through the vestibule covered with fallen leaves, went to the door, opened the latch and walked in.

  Untied the Lingquan sword and the wine gourd, still hung on the wall, then pulled off the backpack behind the back, and threw it on the jade bed. Then he moved the recliner out, and regardless of the chaos outside, he put the recliner under the ginkgo tree and lay down on it.

  He quietly looked at the clear sky above, admiring those long white clouds.

   There is also the sun from the midheaven to the horizon, and the bright moon and stars in the sky.

   Thank you for not sighing the wind and dust, and the sand between your fingers is 0 rewards.

  (end of this chapter)