Chapter 159 [Bring the little fox down the mountain]
As the water figure is fully formed, the fine hairs are shining brightly in the sun, and the details are all just right.
If the material is not considered, it can be regarded as bright eyes and white teeth, which is very touching.
She approached lightly and saluted Fang Chang, who nodded in return.
Xun sound continued to echo on Xianqi Cliff.
The body of this water figure is swaying, dancing with the music, like a lotus flower swirling, flying in the snow, dancing with wide sleeves, wearing a belt like a dragon, sometimes like the wind moving the clouds, sometimes like a weak willow supporting the wind, it is beautiful Incomparable.
Just this scene, the only audience is Fang Chang who is blowing the xun.
The song is over, and the dance is also over.
Fang Chang waved his hand, and the dancer in front of him gave another salute, which turned into water and returned to the kitchen water tank.
Recently, he often does this, trying some interesting spells with the inspiration in his heart. Although it takes some effort to perform spells, but fortunately, as long as the cultivation base is reached, various spells will come naturally, the way remains the same, and the spells can be varied.
It's like using water to transform people just now, and the technique is full of vitality and very agile. Although it is delicate and complicated, it is just a matter of hand.
Placing Xun's hands on his knees, Fang Chang quietly looked at the sky and surroundings.
Today is cloudless, and the autumn air is crisp.
The warm sun unscrupulously sprinkles light and heat on the mountains and rivers of the earth. Looking around from the cliffs, with long eyesight, even the extreme places are still bathed in the brilliance of the sun. Of course, there are still shadows in places facing away from the sun.
What is Happy?
In Fang Chang's view, no matter what others think of the current life, at least he feels endless freedom.
After all, thousands of people have different faces, and each has different aesthetics and opinions.
About Xiaoyao, some people think that Xiaoyao is to climb high and look far, some people think that Xiaoyao is to break the shackles, and some people think that Xiaoyao is to do whatever they want. Well, what they said is all reasonable.
But with Fang Chang’s understanding at this stage, only Xiaoyao can be found without trying to explain Xiaoyao.
The benevolent see benevolence, the wise see wisdom.
All deliberate efforts have lost their original intentions and have fallen behind.
Of course, as he continues to move forward on the road of practice, Fang Chang may have new understandings and new realizations, and that will be a matter of the future—we will talk about it at that time.
When I went down the mountain this time, I still followed my heart.
However, there are many risks.
The great catastrophe is gaining momentum in the world, and all kinds of appearances are intensifying. As a practitioner, you are originally at ease. If you go down the mountain during the catastrophe, you will often be forced into the catastrophe. free.
However, Fang Chang is not afraid.
After all, I didn't come to practice for something.
Why practice for a certain goal? Practice is just practice, not for longevity, nor for seeking Tao. I just thought to myself, and I happened to have this kind of predestined relationship, so I naturally embarked on the road of practice.
Even, if one day the life span is exhausted, they will die naturally.
That's something to laugh about, too.
Thinking of this, Fang Chang smiled slightly, got up from the recliner, put away the Tao Xun in his hand, and walked back to his room.
The house is already very decent. With the abundance of metal tools and more labor time, all kinds of utensils are very complete.
Desks, chairs, chests, bookshelves, and a bedside table. The only thing that has not changed much in the room is that the beds are still made of firewood to form a platform and supported by bamboo boards.
There are already several books on the bookshelf, some of which were written by Fang Chang at will, and some of which he borrowed from Shan Shen Zhang Chun, copied and bound.
After adding water, he lightly ground the ink stick, picked up the soaked pen on the table, took out a piece of homemade bamboo paper, and wrote two lines.
After the ink on the paper was dry, Fang Chang thought about it, folded it like an origami airplane, let out a sigh of relief, and threw it out the window.
The paper plane flew straight into the sky like a sparrow, then turned around and flew down the cliff.
...
"Eh?"
The mountain **** stayed in the cave, saw a paper object, seemed to see all kinds of barriers as nothing, rushed in, hovered over his head, was puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but make a sound.
He put down the spatula in his hand, untied his apron and put it beside him, and wiped his hands with a cloth towel.
Raised his hand to grab the paper object that looked like a bird or a bat. The other party seemed to have a spirituality, and he took the initiative to get into Zhang Shanshen's hand, and then lost his movement.
Seeing that there seemed to be handwriting inside, Zhang Chun gently unfolded it according to the folding method.
"Oh, it turned out to be a letter from Mr. Fang."
Shan Shen looked at the letter again, before focusing on the text.
What is written in it is to ask Zhang Shanshen when he is free. He will visit in the future and pick Hu Yun down the mountain together. If you reply to the letter, you only need to write the text on the blank part of the paper, fold it again and throw it away. Fly to Xianqi Cliff again.
The inscription is the square length of Xianqi Cliff.
Praised this Fetion method in his heart, Shanshen thought for a while, then walked to the table, soaked a pen and sharpened the ink, and wrote in the blank space:
"I'm waiting for you at any time. In addition, this flat-headed bat is very delicate and easy to use."
It's a pity that I don't know how to do this. The mountain **** folded it again according to the creases, and sighed inwardly.
This is much more convenient and faster than letting the animals in the mountains follow.
It's really a fairy.
Folding the "flat-headed bat" again according to the traces, Zhang Chun threw it away in the air, only to see it suddenly disappeared in his cave, thinking that he had gone outside and flew towards the fairy cliff.
He smiled, fastened his apron again, picked up the spatula and continued to stir fry.
The chestnuts inside are almost ripe, and they can be used to entertain guests later.
...
Fang Chang was sitting at his desk drinking tea when he reached out to take the paper airplane for the return trip.
Last year's drink has already been finished. This is newly made at the beginning of this year. The technique is still jerky, but it has grown a lot. In addition, the aura of Xianqi Cliff is getting deeper every year, so the taste is even better.
Unfolding the paper airplane, seeing the reply from the mountain god, Fang Chang raised his hand and drank the tea.
Then he got up and extinguished the kitchen and bedroom fire pits, and started packing.
It was still the same blue cloth package, inside which were clothes for changing, his own "Practice Method", "Practice Way", some scattered silver pieces, a rope, two packets of food and snacks, a few miscellaneous items, and then One bag and one roll, tied on the back.
He did not bring an umbrella this time.
Fang Chang has been carrying the Lingquan sword on his back recently, and he has not taken it off yet. Similarly, the aura-filled wine gourd is also hung on the waist, but the wine in it has been drunk, and now there is some water in it.
This is indeed considered light and simple.
Covering the chaifei, Fang Chang talked to Liu Aniu, who was lying leisurely on all fours inside the Shimen, and walked down the plank road.
The plank road is convenient enough, no need to jump off the cliff.
He was going to pick up the little fox and go down the mountain.
Thank you Bi Ancong and SSWG for the reward.
(end of this chapter)