Chapter 71 [The uninvited guest on the cliff]
Even during the Taiping period, the scenery under the mountain is changing with each passing day.
But the world changes, it is difficult to affect the mountain.
The so-called "there is no time in the mountains", not only because the mountains do not have a deep understanding of seasons and calendars, but also because of the tranquility in the mountains, it is difficult for people to perceive the change of time.
Since entering the mountain for the first time, there have been many changes in the small town where Fang Chang once lived at the foot of the mountain. Even between going down the mountain twice, the taste of mutton noodles in Huqiao Town has also changed.
In the mountains in the clouds, everything is as usual.
The biggest change in the mountains should be Xianqi Cliff.
There are a few more thatched huts, several kilns, half-row melon fields, stone tables and stone benches on the cliff, as well as the diverted Huanhua River, and the slender waterfall formed by the stream flowing down from the edge of the cliff.
"Ha, back."
Fang Chang looked at the boundless beauty of Yunzhong Mountain in autumn, and felt very comfortable, so he said to himself, with a smile on his face, and looked for a path to go up the cliff.
Due to frugal eating, the bag of nuts that I brought down the mountain was not completely eaten. He pulled the bag of nuts out of the package and ate them as he walked through the mountains.
Cultivation is gradually increasing, and the square body is more agile.
He was dressed in a light-colored robe, moving forward swiftly like clouds and flowing water, agile and elegant, but unfortunately no one saw this scene, only some wild beasts that had not yet enlightened their wisdom raised their heads and looked around in confusion.
"Eh?"
Going up from the side of Xianqi Cliff, just as he stepped up the cliff, Fang Chang suddenly stopped from extreme speed, a little surprised.
He looked towards the edge of the cliff.
On the cliff, a thick and tall tree grew obliquely, the crown of the tree was higher than the top of the cliff.
Back when Fang Chang had just arrived on the cliff and chose the place to practice in the morning, he made a slight comparison between this tree and the big rock where the daily morning class is now.
In the end, Oishi won because he was more comfortable.
Fang Chang has a keen sense of consciousness and clear five senses. From a distance, he saw a handsome bird squatting in the canopy of the big tree, staring at him.
It was a vulture, nearly half the size of a human, with black claws and yellow toes, long tail and short wings, dark brown feathers, and white dots on the wingtips.
"Is this a new neighbor?"
He just smiled, not going to greet this new neighbor just yet.
Under the vigilant eyes of this eagle brother, Fang Chang walked back to his thatched hut, opened the fence door, threw the package back on the bed, then untied the bottle of wine from his belt, and poked it against the wall.
This is his biggest gain from going down the mountain this time, and then he bought a white suit, but he brought back nothing else.
Take out the hay and drill pipes, get some pine and cypress branches and ignite the firepit again, the smoke rises up, and then becomes thinner as the flames appear, the smoke smokes the pile of bacon on the beam, and then emerges from both sides of the roof.
The warm flame illuminates the room brightly, and gradually dissipates the trace of moisture in the room.
Take out the earthen jar, fetch water from the branch of Huanhua River next to the house, and boil it. After making a bowl of tea, Fang Chang picked up the rose branches and walked out of the house.
But saw the eagle, still looking at this side vigilantly, motionless.
Didn't pay too much attention to it, Fang Chang was beside the house, looking for a suitable place to loosen the soil, and cut the rose branches down.
This kind of rose has thorns, showy, tenacious vitality, and can be cultivated without seeds.
Autumn is a good time to cut rose flowers. In the coming year, they will add some color to Xianqi Cliff.
After planting, he looked at the growth of the sorghum. Fang Chang was going to check the gourd vines again. They were planted next to the boulder where Tuna was sitting in the early morning, and they had been growing well before.
Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, a shrill and ferocious cry resounded on the cliff.
The eagle on the tall tree by the cliff staring at him seemed to feel threatened, screamed, flapped its wings and stretched its claws, and swooped towards Fang Chang!
Fang Chang said, and casually picked out a nut and threw it out, making a loud sound of breaking through the air, and it came in an instant.
The eagle had no time to hide, and the nut hit the eagle's claws, making a sound of gold and iron. The eagle screamed in pain, swung its wings around, and pounced down again.
"Again!"
This time, Fang Chang didn't touch the nuts any more. When the eagle's sharp claws reached his body, he stretched out his hand to scoop it up lightly, and took the eagle's claws into his hands.
He took advantage of the situation and swung the eagle to the ground with half of his strength.
"Boom—!"
The ground in front of him was full of dust, and the idiot was thrown to pieces.
It bent down and stretched out its beak to peck, but Fang Chang patted the beak aside and slapped his head again: "It's the first time I've seen such a reckless elf like you, it's a miracle that you are so fat and haven't been stewed. "
Hearing that the eagle finally gave in, Fang Chang pressed him on the ground, turned his head and didn't look at it, and didn't make a sound, as if obeying orders, but also seemed to be sulking.
"Hey, it makes sense for you to strike first."
Shaking his head, Fang Chang said to him:
"I am the first to come first to this fairy cliff, and I have already occupied it as a dojo. You come later, you can only be a guest, don't lose your duty."
"Don't even try to **** it, that is definitely not the right way, and with your cultivation base, you will never be able to beat me."
"From now on, you can nest in this tree, but you must not touch any grass or tree on this cliff."
After a few breaths, the bird turned around and clicked twice.
"Ah... really reckless."
Fang Chang sighed, let go of his hand, watched it fly back to the tall tree, and then went to check his gourd vine.
The gourd is growing well, and two or three small gourds have formed. The aura on it is very aura, and it looks extraordinary.
"Here...does it still have this effect?"
A little belatedly aware of this, after carefully feeling the surroundings, Fang Chang discovered that the place where he practiced, the inspiration was different from the past, lively and lively, especially around the Morning Class Stone.
It seems to be the effect of my own practice here. Of course, the opening of the Huanhuaxi tributary, which inadvertently brings feng shui benefits to the cliff, cannot be ignored.
Before I was worried about the overwintering of gourds, an annual plant... Now that I have seen the vitality of the gourd vines, I am a little bit worried.
Before Fang Chang went down the mountain this time, he still had unfinished plans.
He originally wanted to cast a bronze sword. He already had everything in place, and there was no shortage of materials. He made a bunch of tools and cast a tripod. After so many experiments, he was already familiar with it.
But the opportunity was approaching, he put down the work of casting swords and went down the mountain.
Now that he has the opportunity to go back to the mountain, Fang Chang plans to continue what he didn't finish before, and forge a sword for himself as a weapon to protect the way.
The so-called guardian weapons generally refer to those used by practitioners to defend themselves and protect their lives against all those who block their way, regardless of shape or material.
If he uses his small straight-backed jade knife as a weapon to protect the way, of course it can...
But Fang Chang didn’t plan to do this—otherwise he wouldn’t have a knife to use.
This small jade knife is very handy as a table knife, and he does not intend to change its use. Even before near Fan Zhou's house, Fang Chang only used it to cut some belts when dealing with those masked mortals with knives.
So, casting a sword is a good choice.
Cleaning the hearth, checking the fuel raw materials, and preparing to make molds, he started a series of preparations before the furnace was opened.
The second update, ying ying ~
Thank you Sha Jianzhi for the reward.
(end of this chapter)