Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 95 [Wei He]

  There is no impatient among them.

  Digging the pond was only done by Fang Changxing. There was no time limit, no pressure to complete the project, and everyone was not short of time, so the construction process was very slow, and everyone was just working slowly and chatting by the way.

  Even Mu Anning, the youngest next to him, had already started playing, occasionally taking out a nut from his pocket and cracking it.

  Sang Ziping suddenly stopped and said:

   "Mr. Fang, after the pond is dug, you can also raise some ornamental fish in it. For example, you can get some koi and put it in it. If you feed it occasionally, it will turn golden and red, and it will be very beautiful."

   "Well, not right." Fang Chang shook his head while digging.

   "Why?" Sang Ziping wondered.

   "Because koi are not tasty, it is better to raise some ordinary carp."

   “… makes sense.”

   Several people continued to work.

The pond defined by the   square length covers an area of ​​about two feet, but it is very irregular, like a cashew nut inlaid on a cliff.

  He just used a wooden stick to simply draw a circle on the ground, and then several people dug in it.

  Because of his great strength, Fang Chang worked faster than the young and strong Wei He. Although Sang Ziping is almost middle-aged, his work is very stable, and he looks like a person who has been working all year round.

Mu Anning was also running around, helping and playing at the same time. He picked up a small **** and dug a few times, and scooped out the soil with a basket in his arms. He kept eating nuts in his mouth. The people around couldn't help smiling.

  With a few people busy, it took only two hours to dig down two or three feet in this circle.

  Bottom depth is consistent.

   The excavated soil was piled up next to a small soil bag. Since it was more fluffy after being excavated, the volume of this small soil bag seemed to be larger than the dug hole.

  Looking at the sky and time, Fang Chang thrust the bronze shovel into the ground and said:

   "It's almost noon, why don't we take a break? Mr. Sang, you can go to boil water and get some tea. You can also walk around this cliff, or play chess to relieve boredom. Go down and hunt some fresh prey for lunch."

   "Okay, let's go, Mr. Fang."

  Sang Ziping also put down the tools, and took the two apprentices back to the house.

  Fang Chang took out a rattan basket from the shed and put it on his back, and put the bronze ax in the basket. After a few vertical leaps, he went down the cliff and disappeared into the forest.

  The remaining three people came to the kitchen, poked the charcoal fire in the fire pit, added firewood to make it ignite again, scooped water from the nearby water tank and put it in the cauldron to cook.

  At this time, Mu Anning said:

   "Master, Mr. Fang's behavior is really strange."

  Hearing the answer from the most beloved little apprentice, Sang Ziping did not answer the question directly, but asked:

   "An Ning, in your opinion, what is wrong with Mr. Fang?"

  Mu Anning remained childish, boldly said:

   "Well... First of all, he has a weird personality, and he acts very out of the ordinary. It looks like, like, uh, just do whatever comes to mind."

   "Then the behavior is weird. It's hard to imagine that someone in this barren mountain made all living utensils from scratch. Of course, his white clothes should be excluded."

  Sang Ziping smiled at what his disciple said, but did not speak. He turned to Wei He and asked:

   "Wei He, what do you think?"

   "I noticed something, Master."

  Beside him, Wei He had just exerted a lot of strength and was nibbling a piece of fruit. When he heard the master's question, he thought for a while before answering:

"This Mr. Fang is wearing white clothes to dig the soil, but he is not stained with dust from the beginning to the end. I don't know what kind of magic technique he used. His cultivation base is really unpredictable, and his actions are like flowing clouds and flowing water. It is pleasing to the eye. Just by looking at it, you can feel the other side Otherworldly."

   Sang Ziping nodded.

  He reduced the fire, scooped the boiled water out of the cauldron with a large spoon, poured it into the teapot to brew tea, and while the steam was tumbling, Sang Ziping put the lid on the pot.

  He poured another cup for the two apprentices next to him and himself. The tea soup was clear and green, and the leaves stretched out, tumbling with the water in the cup, and then calmed down.

  After putting the stoneware teapot aside, Sang Ziping said:

   "In my teacher's opinion, what Immortal Master Fang did is an extremely brilliant practice."

   "This kind of practice has been mentioned in the family classics. It is based on understanding the nature of the heaven and the earth. The body and mind are in harmony with the heaven and the earth. If you practice deeply, this phenomenon will appear."

   "It's just that Mr. Fang's path of practice is very particular about chance and beauty. If you don't have this talent, if you practice rashly, you will only live like a savage."

  Wei He nodded and said:

   "So, Master, you just said in the morning that it is not suitable for us to learn from Mr. Fang to practice?"

   Sang Ziping admired Wei He's understanding very much. He said happily:

"That's right, Mr. Fang's way is very different from ours. Although the level of the way I teach is not high, although it is bitter, tiring, slow, and even has a low success rate, compared with it, it is not so talented. That last one is more important to you than all the rest put together."

"It only takes enough hard work, plus a little understanding and aura, to achieve something on the road of practice. For those of us with ordinary talents, this is the difference between 'possible' and 'impossible'. Tianyuan."

   After the voice fell, the three of them began to drink tea.

  For a while, no one spoke in this small room, even Mu Anning sat there quietly, thinking about his thoughts.

"I'm back!"

  Fang Chang's clear voice rang out in the distance.

So fast!

   This is the common thought of the three people in the room.

   They had just boiled half a tripod of water, and before they had chatted a few words, Mr. Fang came back from hunting? The efficiency is also a bit too fast, just as fast as the farmer said to catch a chicken in his own chicken coop.

  The three stood up to welcome them out.

   "The fairy grows so fast."

   "Well, this cloud mountain is rich in products. I caught a bamboo rat, a goat, and a few handfuls of green celery, and I ate them at noon."

  Several people work together to clean up the prey, add water and salt to the pot, add wild garlic and **** and several homemade spices, start a fire and simmer, and the aroma will soon disperse on the cliff.

   After lunch, he put away the bowls and chopsticks and washed them in the Huanhua River. Sang Ziping said to Fang Chang:

   "Mr. Fang, I'm going to take the two young apprentices to review their homework. The few days I've been out have been a bit wasteful. Fortunately, I was able to settle down today."

   "Mr. Sang, please feel free."

   After pleading guilty, Sang Ziping took his two apprentices back to the guest room to practice his own sect's method of guidance.

  It was completely different from Fang Chang's practice. They just sat cross-legged on their own beds, held mudras with both hands, remained motionless, and exercised with their eyes closed. People with advanced cultivation like Sang Ziping occasionally have water vapor coming out of their hair, which shows the exhaustion of their hard work.

  ...

  …

  The second day.

  Fang Chang walked back from the big rock beside Xianqi Cliff, and saw Sang Ziping was leading Mu Anning, making breakfast in the kitchen.

  So he took this opportunity, stretched out his posture in the open space, and practiced his channeling method again, such as tigers jumping on bears, monkeys climbing up to birds...

   Wei He looked at it with admiration.

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  (end of this chapter)