Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 480【Shipping】

   These two jobs are mainly carpentry.

  Especially for the wooden arch bridge, the workload was several times more than Fang Chang originally expected, and the construction period was also several times longer.

  So for a long time, he placed his workplace by the Jasper Lake.

  Fang Chang simply made two long thick wooden cases, and then used various axes, saws, planers, chisels, etc. to process the wood into the shape he needed, and then slowly assembled it. Since it was the first time to do this kind of thing, he even wasted a lot of parts to build the wooden arch bridge.

  The newly excavated part of Jasper Lake, the bottom has changed color, no longer looks like fresh soil and rocks. The lotus in the lake has bloomed and withered, and many stubbles have been replaced. The lotus leaves are still in the field, and some withered parts have been scattered on the water surface, in exchange for the lotus pods blooming.

  When picking lotus seeds, Fang Chang got mixed ones, some with red flowers and others with white flowers. Similarly, some mainly produce lotus seeds, while others produce more lotus roots. Unripe lotus seeds are like fruit, crispy and delicious, just need to peel off the lotus pod slowly.

  After the wooden bridge and the pavilion in the middle of the lake were built, it was almost autumn.

  It is estimated that the mountain will be sweltering and hot at this time, but the height of Xianqi Cliff is very high, and the climate above is cool and suitable, but it is a bit wasteful for someone like Fang Chang who doesn't care about the outside temperature.

  If the dignitaries in the world at the foot of the mountain know that there is such a good place to cool off the summer on the mountain as Xianqi Cliff, they will definitely be willing to spend a lot of money.

The most wonderful thing is that although the temperature on Xianqi Cliff is slightly lower than that at the bottom of the mountain, the sunshine is better than that at the bottom of the mountain, and the aura is abundant, so the crops, vegetables, medicinal materials, flowers, and various fruits in the mountains and forests in the fields are growing vigorously. It is good, and the taste is better than that of Yamashita.

  Fang Chang did not spend all his energy on the wooden bridge and the lake pavilion.

  During this period, he also planted some seasonal vegetables to be harvested in autumn, such as carrots and Chinese cabbage, and they are growing well so far.

  At the same time, two elixir plants matured in the medicine field, which he carefully collected and kept in a box made of jade flakes. At the beginning, Sang Ziping told him that this would keep the spirituality in the elixir for a long time so that it would not escape. Although he hasn't figured out how to use these elixirs, sowing and harvesting are interesting things in themselves.

  Maybe one day in the future, I suddenly have a whim and prepare to start alchemy, so I will spend a lot less time preparing raw materials.

   Lying obliquely on the roof of the main hall, Fang Chang was carrying a wine gourd, drinking homemade sorghum wine one after another. There are many kinds of wine in the gourd, all of which he collected when he traveled around the world for many years. Although these wines are packed in the same gourd, they are distinct from each other and will not be confused.

Recently, he added his self-brewed sorghum wine. These sorghum wines are brewed from the sorghum grown on the cliff. Low, but also has become smooth and soft with excellent flavors.

  The moonlight in the sky is cold but beautiful.

  The celestial phenomenon indicates that the catastrophe has not yet passed, which surprised Fang Chang when he saw it for the first time, but after watching this celestial phenomenon for a long time, he has gotten used to it, so he focused more on the stars.

  The starry sky is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the moonlight.

  Anyway, the astronomical phenomena show that the world has finally returned to peace, and the aftermath will not affect the people much, so naturally there is no need to worry.

  The night is quiet, occasionally there is the sound of eagles flapping their wings on the trees, and the rest is the sound of mountain wind and insects.

  Fang Chang turned over and fell from the top of the Unnamed Hall, and walked into his bedroom. The oil lamp in the bedroom had become a little jumpy, he cut off the wick lightly, picked up the unfinished book on the table, and lay back on the bed.

  The warm jade bed made of a whole piece of jade is actually very comfortable to sleep directly on, but Fang Chang still spread his quilt on it, and then covered it before falling asleep. This is actually just a habit. After all, whether or not to sleep and where to sleep are no longer necessary issues for him.

  ………

   "Is Fang Shangxian here?"

  Hearty voice resounded on Xianqi Cliff. Hearing the movement, Fang Chang came back from the forest with a basket on his back.

  The person who came was his old friend, Zhang Chun, the mountain **** of Yunzhongshan.

  He was carrying a box, saw Fang Chang approaching, walked familiarly to the stone table under the ginkgo tree in front of the Unnamed Hall, sat there and waited. Since he often visits the cliff, Zhang Shanshen is very familiar with this place, as if he is at home.

  Fang Chang came over and sat on the edge of the stone table.

  He took off the rattan basket behind his back, put it on the ground beside him, and said with a smile: "Today you will be white, and I will be black."

  Knowing that Zhang Shanshen came here, he had nothing else to do. The main thing was to find someone to play chess. Fang Chang took two small chess baskets from the side, and the two began to play chess. Now Zhang Shanshen's chess skills have made great progress compared to before, and he can play many back and forth with Fang Chang happily without losing the wind.

   I don't know if it's because I have studied enough, or because Zhang Shanshen has found enough sparring partners over the past few years. In short, for Fang Chang or Zhang Chun, who have a lot of time, as long as they devote their attention and interest to the same thing, they will often bear amazing results.

   "I just picked a lot of fruit, do you want some?" Fang Chang said.

   "Okay." Zhang Shanshen's eyes still did not leave the chessboard.

  Fang Chang thought for a while, but he didn't leave the chess table, nor did he wash the fruits. He stretched out his hand gently, took two fruits from it, handed one to Zhangshan God, wiped the other and gnawed it by himself. The air in Yunzhong Mountain is thorough and clean, so the fruit is also very clean, only some dust and soot left over from the forging on the cliff.

   "Well, it's delicious."

   Zhang Shanshen also wiped the fruit slightly, and gnawed it with his mouth open.

   With a crisp click, his teeth broke open the fruit, leaving a groove on the outer skin of the fruit, and embedded them in the fruit, and finally pried off a large piece fiercely, chewing in his mouth.

   "Sweet and juicy." Zhang Shanshen praised, "Maybe it will have a future if it is planted in the human world in the future, but whether it can withstand the high temperature in summer."

   The fight on the chessboard was in full swing, and the two of them kept talking, chatting about the situation around them.

  Compared to Fang Chang, Zhang Shanshen is very well-informed now. Since the mountain god's temple in Yunzhong Mountain has attracted a large number of pedestrians who come to worship, Zhang Mountain God's cultivation base and contacts have also expanded visibly to the naked eye. After all, to communicate with old friends before, we need enough paper to write letters—thanks to Fang Chang, Zhang Shanshen finally can afford paper.

  So for the news from the mountain, he can always bring some up to Fang Chang.

  (end of this chapter)