Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 568 [Little Pavilion]

  The people who came to the meeting from Peach Blossom Village were headed by the little fox demon Lantern who was still holding a doll in her arms. Those companions next to him, when Fang Chang went to Peach Blossom Village last time, were still little babies, and now they have grown up from children back then to young people—at least in appearance—after all, these people from Peach Blossom Village , are all monsters.

  Fang Chang looked at the cute little doll, so he asked you: "What's his name?"

  Hua Deng smiled and said: "This child is just over two years old and has not yet been named. On weekdays, everyone calls him by his baby name, Ruyi."

   "Ruyi, a good name." Fang Chang nodded in praise, and then teased the doll aloud.

  The two-year-old baby, who has just been weaned, can already understand human speech, although her articulation is still unclear. Because of the skills he practiced and the way he cultivated, Fang Chang's affinity is unparalleled in the world, so this doll is not stage frightened at all, and even giggles.

  Fang Chang was very happy. He rummaged through the backpack behind him, and took out a few pieces of gold from Yunzhong Mountain, as well as a few crystal clear gems. He put his hands together and gently kneaded the gold into a ball, like kneading dough, and then squeezed, pulled and stroked with both hands to make a desired shape.

   Then, he lightly pressed the gem on Ruyi, and inlaid it on it. The shape is really beautiful.

Fang Chang put this little Ruyi in the baby's hand, and said: "It seems that you and I have some hits, so I wish you as happy as your name in this life." The little baby didn't understand what Fang Chang was doing, but Giggling, Ruyi put it by her hand, and held it tightly curiously.

  Holding the doll's lantern, he quickly thanked Fang Chang for his child.

Then she dotingly looked at the little Ruyi in her arms, and said with a little expectation: "I never expected that everything will go well for her in this life. In my opinion, I just hope that he will be safe in his life." At this point, she suddenly thought about it: "The child's father's surname is Lu. After I go back, I will discuss with my husband and call Xiao Ruyi's name Lu An'an."

  Monsters who maintain their human form after transformation are not reproductively isolated from humans. But no matter whether they are with the monster race or human beings, the children they give birth to will only be ordinary people, without any cultivation base. Moreover, whether these children can embark on the road of practice in the future depends only on their own fate and good luck.

  Fang Chang sometimes thinks that this is also the fundamental reason why in this world, no matter the cultivator or the successful demon, they are still a part of human beings, and they have to depend on human beings to exist.

  In fact, from this aspect, cultivation is a bit similar to power and wealth in the mortal world. Whether it is power or wealth, if it can be inherited and inherited stably. That will naturally divide people into different parts. Until someone can break all this, fortunately, the cultivation base is not like this.

  The few people sitting at the table chatted with each other through the medium of Fang Chang today, and they quickly became acquainted. Several people come and punished from all over the world, and now they gather in one place, and there are many new things that others have never heard of to share, so the topic can't be finished.

  Fang Chang was nibbling pine nuts at the side, listening to insert a few sentences from time to time.

  This beautiful small pavilion and the few pleasant people inside attracted the attention of Bo's surroundings, and people who came and went usually took a look.

  Suddenly, a practitioner who has always been bold got up and walked outside the pavilion.

  He cupped his fists and saluted, and said to Fang Chang who was on the main table inside: "Peng Jiangsheng in Xiaximing Mountain, I want to come in and ask for a cup of spiritual tea. I don't know if I'm lucky."

   Fang Chang had nothing wrong with this, he laughed loudly: "Of course the welcome is tight, take your seat quickly."

   As he said that, he waved his hand, and the table in the pavilion changed rapidly, and the size was increased by a point, and a new stone bench emerged from the ground in the pavilion.

  Peng Jiang stepped in victoriously, and sat down on the new stone bench with his clothes up.

  Taking out a new tea bowl from the backpack, Fang Chang picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Peng Jiangsheng, whom he met for the first time. Peng Jiangsheng thanked him, took a sip from the teacup, tasted it twice, and immediately praised: "It's really good tea! I have some knowledge, but I have never tasted or heard of this kind of spiritual tea. , what is the name of this tea?"

Fang Chang shook his head: "This tea has no name, it's just a few good tea trees growing on the edge of the cliff where I live. Every year after Qingming, I will pick fat tea tree leaves, pick them in a few big baskets, and fry them for storage Get up, or drink it yourself, or give it to a friend."

"So that's the case, but it's reasonable." Peng Jiangsheng nodded, and said with a little aftertaste, "The aura in this tea is really strong. Based on this alone, it is already stronger than many elixir. This tea is the foundation, and the elixir that can be refined will be top-grade, but unfortunately this tea is not an easy-to-obtain spirit."

  Fang Chang said with a smile: "I have tried it before, but it is still not as good as elixir." But in these years, Fang Changxian has been extremely boring, and he has also studied these by himself, so he has also studied whether tea can be used as medicine. "But I was just curious at the time. I compiled a recipe that ordinary people can use for the rest of my experience, and asked someone to give it to someone who is destined."

  Peng Jiangsheng thought for a while, reached into his sleeve and touched it, then said:

"Thanks to the host for entertaining me with such spiritual tea, I can't lose my courtesy. There are half a basket of crystal grapes here, which I picked in an unnamed valley on the way here. Shabby. This half-basket of grapes should be a reward for this spiritual tea."

   Then he pulled out a rattan basket from his sleeve. Inside the basket were more than a dozen bunches of juicy grapes. The lavender grapes were about the size of a goat's eye, crystal clear, like round gemstones. Everyone present here is well-cultivated, and they can all sense the faint aura lingering on the grapes in the basket, which is truly extraordinary.

  Fang Chang took the big rattan basket, stretched out his hand and patted it lightly, the bunches of grapes inside flew out immediately, hanging in the air, the grains kept spinning, and soon separated from the branches. He stretched out his hand to fetch water from the river next to him, let the long ribbon formed by the river submerge among the grapes and shuttled a few times, washing the grapes clean.

  He returned the rattan basket to Peng Jiangsheng, then took out two bamboo plaques from his backpack, and put the grapes on them.

   "Everyone try."

   Fortunately, after several expansions, the tabletop has become large enough to accommodate the two bamboo plaques. The taste of this grape is very sweet, and everyone praised it after tasting it.

  After hearing these praises, Peng Jiangsheng seemed very happy, and the happiness brought by the sense of accomplishment was almost overflowing.

  (end of this chapter)