Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Two days later.

Fang Chang broke through a thin layer of vegetation and branches from a pit in the valley, and jumped out of the branches and leaves flying all over the sky.

Stretching out his hand and dusting lightly, all the dust was removed, and the white clothes on his body were clean again.

After breaking through, he found a pit and lay quietly for two days, his power was consolidated, and now he jumped out of the pit, which can be regarded as breaking through.

In practice, there are often retreats, but as far as Fang Zhang knows, most of the sects of practice do not retreat for a long time, ranging from a day or two to ten days. As for the legend that one retreats for several months or several years at a time, or hundreds of years at a time, there are almost no such cases.

After all, although practitioners live long and long lives, they are limited after all. If they limit most of their time to a square inch... that would be too miserable.

Of course, some sects of practice with special paths may really be like this.

After all, there are thousands of roads, and strange roads may appear.

Looking up at the sky, Fang Chang held the oil-paper umbrella behind his back in his hand and did not open it. Then he found a small mountain road next to him and headed down the mountain.

The clouds are like black rolls, the weather has changed suddenly, and it is about to snow.

Not long after, the snow began to fall. First, the snow particles were as fine as rice grains, falling to the ground sporadically, and then became larger. After a while, the pieces were like goose feathers, clouds, and flying birds.

This is the first snow this year.

Carrying the self-made oiled paper umbrella on his shoulder, Fang Chang walked eastward slowly along the official road.

That was the direction to go back to Yunzhong Mountain. After leaving Xianqi Cliff these days, he missed the firepit in the house a little bit.

There is also that old cow, I don’t know if it is happy in Yunzhong Mountain; whether the stupid eagle on the edge of the cliff has laid eggs after building a nest and forming a pair; whether Zhang Chun, the mountain god in Yunzhong Mountain, is still whole Play chess alone with yourself?

But he still walked slowly.

In the world that has become vast due to snow, he is walking slowly with an umbrella on his shoulders. The white clothes on his body are mixed with the snow, making it difficult to distinguish his figure.

When Fang Chang flew out of the city on a cloud, he didn't know the direction, so he just found a hill and landed on it. Now that he walked on the official road, he found that not far ahead was the boundary of Lizhou.

After guarding outside the courtyard of the original parents' house for three days, and retreating in the valley for two days, Fang Chang did not eat or drink. For him, it doesn't really matter, it's just that he feels a little thirsty and hungry. This is because he has deliberately not practiced bigu, so he can still feel thirsty and hungry.

He casually scooped up a handful of snow from the side of the road, made a snow dumpling and gnawed on it, which was quite interesting.

Just like eating ice cream in winter.

The snow gradually decreased and visibility recovered. A city appeared not far ahead. It was the Yongjia Prefecture under the rule of Lizhou. The city was a square city built with rammed earth. Everything is available.

Fang Chang was about to go in and look for board and lodging.

When passing by here before, he rode the elk monster and took a straight line to the junction of Lizhou and Yuzhou without entering the city.

Now when he was about to enter Yongjia Prefecture, he discovered for the first time that the entry fees for all the cities in the world were not uniform.

When Fang Chang wandered around in the states near Yunzhong Mountain, the entrance fee was one penny per head. In the few mansions under Yuzhou, the entrance fee was also one penny per head. Unexpectedly, in Yongjia Mansion, the fee had risen to two pennies per head. Wen, but it is also a strange thing, I don't know if there is something else hidden, or it is a habit.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of money in his parcel, so he readily took out these two coins.

It is also a good thing that the city gate fees are clearly marked, and there will be no arbitrary fees.

The snow stopped.

Fang Chang took the umbrella in his hand and walked towards the city.

All the people in the city went out to sweep the snow one after another, but they not only swept the front of the door individually, but worked together to clean up all the places that could pass people, and exposed the ground.

The scene of working together was very lively, but Fang Chang, as a passer-by, couldn't participate in it, so he had to watch while walking. Less than a quarter of an hour after the snow stopped, the roads in the city were stripped from the snow and cleaned up neatly.

Soon, everyone went back to their respective homes and continued to spend the leisurely winter time.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell these biscuits?"

Fang Chang saw that there was a biscuit shop nearby that was still open, so he went up and asked.

"There are not many kinds of cold weather. Sesame seeds cost one penny, sesame paste ones cost one penny, and oily ones cost one penny. May I ask which one do you want?" The shopkeeper of the biscuit shop raised his folded sleeves and seemed to be asking a question.

"Sounds good, give me two of each."

"Okay." Seeing the business coming to the door, the shopkeeper of the biscuit shop immediately regained his spirits. He let go of his hands and lifted the cloth, took out six biscuits with bamboo clips, put them on yellow paper and handed them out: "Hold them carefully, and come back when they are delicious. hold head high."

Fang Chang took the biscuits and chewed them carefully.

A few small biscuits seem to be out of the oven not long ago, and the temperature was blocked by the cloth. The biscuits are still warm and crispy, with the aroma of being baked with oil and noodles. Maybe you get what you pay for, especially the sesame ones are the most delicious .

He moved his hands and mouth quickly, and he finished eating the biscuits before the biscuit stand was completely out of sight.

"Eh?"

Fang Chang was a little surprised to see a group of people gathered under the big tree in front of him.

It was freezing cold, and unexpectedly there were quite a few people gathered together, not knowing what they were doing. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so Fang Chang grabbed a snowball and squeezed it hard, nibbled on it as a snack, and moved over.

Hey, it's two old men playing chess.

Although they were using a Go board, the two were obviously playing backgammon. Fang Chang put the oil-paper umbrella on his back and stood silently behind the crowd, watching the battle in the middle.

The group of people around and the two old men were all dressed comfortably, thick and airtight, and looked warm.

They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, and no one pays attention to the matter of "watching chess without talking about a real gentleman". Instead, they rush out ideas:

"Get down here!" someone commanded.

"I think it's better here..." Someone dragged his chin in thought.

"Didn't you notice? You're about to lose, here and here." The person who said this said two fingers like swords at the same time, tapping the chessboard with his middle finger.

"Put it here, put it here, put it here and he will be finished!"

"No, no, no, don't listen to him. If you play here, if he plays like this again on the other side, you will lose."

The onlookers were chattering, as if trying to find out all the possible answers for the next step by exhaustive methods, just like hundreds of ducks gathered together.

Seeing this situation, Fang Chang admired the two old men in the middle: being able to play chess normally in such an environment shows how good his concentration and energy cultivation skills are.

Among them, the old man with white hair turned his head suddenly and took a deep look at Fang Chang.

"Huh?"

Sensing the old man's gaze, Fang Chang returned a smile, which he didn't expect at all, but what he realized was that an old man playing chess in the middle actually...

He is also a practitioner.

After a while, the game came to an end as one of them won. The chess pieces were packed away, and everyone dispersed, leaving only two people.

Fang Chang arched his hands: "Hello."

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