Chapter 87 [Fang Chang is sick]
On this day, Fang Chang was walking in the mountains with a thick rattan basket on his back and a bronze ax in his hand, when he suddenly felt unwell.
"Eh?"
Aware of his own abnormality, Fang Chang stopped and felt it quietly. After a few breaths, he realized that his muscles were sore and weak, his internal organs were uncomfortable, his breathing was short, and his five senses were dusty.
Oops, this is sick.
And the illness came like a mountain...
There are still a few hills away from Xianqi Cliff, so he had no choice but to use his mana to focus on his legs, guided with the rest of his spirit, and headed home, quickly bouncing forward in the mountains, one step can reach hundreds of miles. Ten feet, the speed is much faster than usual, but this posture is like a kangaroo and a hare, which he feels is very indecent.
But he didn't care so much at the moment. After arriving on the cliff, Fang Chang quickly walked into the courtyard and returned to his bamboo and wood hut.
He forcefully unloaded the basket on his back, dumped a dozen fruits and five or six sweet potatoes inside the house, threw the bronze ax into the basket, put the basket aside, and picked off the spirits on his back. Quan Jian leaned against the bed, and then suddenly lay down on the bamboo couch.
Hoo—
He feels more uncomfortable all over now.
This is a small calamity in the practice. A few days ago, Fang Chang had a faint premonition of danger, but he didn't expect that he would respond here.
Lying on the bamboo couch, he felt himself quietly.
Soreness, numbness, pain, itching... all kinds of sensations hit him, making him feel as if he was thrown into a pan for frying, and also like being thrown into a pan, the pain was unbearable.
This is caused by doom, not a common disease. Although it is not fatal at all, it can be cured naturally after a period of time, but it is still very uncomfortable.
Feeling unwell and bedridden for a while after Fang Chang just crossed, it may be because of the incompatibility between spirit and body, but since he embarked on the road of practice, Fang Chang has not experienced pain so far.
Since he achieved a small degree of cultivation, he has already half-formed an immortal body, and he is not afraid of cold and heat, hunger and cold, not to mention colds, fevers, malaria and other diseases. Now that he was suddenly sick in bed, he still felt a little bit of novelty.
Fang Chang knew that if he used the formula in the book now, he would be able to cure it after a few times and survive this catastrophe.
However, this time it is actually better to die.
Essentially, it was a catastrophe in practice. It was not a real disease, and a real disease would not be effective for a practitioner like him.
In the spiritual premonition, Fang Chang knew that this should be the last time he got sick, and it would also be the last time he had a vague premonition of doom.
After this time, I will be safe from all diseases, and no matter how many dooms there are, unlike this time I don’t even know the type, at least I can know the form of the doomsday, as well as the start time and end time, so that I can have enough opportunities to go Meet or avoid.
"Ding-"
The Lingquan sword leaning against the bed buzzed clearly, then it was suspended half an inch from the ground and half an inch from the bed, as if it sensed something wrong with its master, and was about to show off its brilliance.
After Fang Chang heard it, he looked at his sword sideways and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, this is just a small calamity for me, it will be fine in a few days, there is no danger."
The Lingquan sword fell to the ground again, and the thousands of streamers disappeared again, and the sword became non-existent again, and it looked a little dark and old. But Fang Chang didn't pay attention to this, he lay down again, looked at the roof and closed his eyes gently, then rested.
Illness disappears like spinning...
Fang Chang lay on the bed like this, and passed the day in a daze, before the water or rice had been eaten. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Of course, he didn't go to the edge of the cliff to practice in the past two mornings.
On the third day, when he was in better spirits, he managed to light up the fire in the firepit, roasted all the sweet potatoes collected before his illness, gobbled up two of them, and boiled water to make some tea. , I also used two fruits to accompany the meal. After finishing the set, I felt that my body strength recovered a little, and it was no longer so sore.
"It's much better. It seems that the first two days were the hardest."
Fang Chang smiled, lay down on the bamboo couch again, and continued to rest.
Whether it is a practitioner or an ordinary person, adequate rest is very effective for most ailments. After all, rest can strengthen the body and strengthen oneself, so that it can better deal with external evils.
Fortunately, no one came to visit during this time.
The mountain **** Zhang Chun seemed to have something to do, so he didn't send another invitation to Fang Chang, and there was no one else on the fairy cliff, except for the eagle on the tree by the cliff and the bull demon next to the stone ring by the cliff.
The eagle just forages for food and builds a nest every day, and then stares at the cliff, and will not settle on the cliff, and A Niu is even gentler, just waits on the fields all day, or goes to the cliff to find some forage to eat .
In the rest of the time, Ah Niu just lay on the edge of the stone ring, watching the waterfalls and clouds under the cliff, thinking about Niu Sheng, and never bothered Fang Chang, which was very worry-free.
In this way, he didn't feel better until six or seven days later.
Standing up from the bed and eating the last piece of fruit, Fang Chang suddenly felt his body lighten!
Even his cultivation has improved a little bit.
"Ha ha."
He laughed loudly, opened the door and went out, looking at the sun in the sky.
At this time, it was close to noon, when the sun reached the mid-heaven, thousands of glorious lights bloomed towards the earth, dyeing the clouds in the sky and the peaks and mountains below clearly and brightly. The stones reflect white light, the lush vegetation in summer is refreshing, and occasionally animals, birds and beasts loom in the mountains, revealing delicious food.
With long-term eyesight, you can see the grass and flowers on the cliff, all of which are full of vitality.
What a blessed place on earth!
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For the next two months, Fang Chang stayed in the mountains.
Every day, he carries an ax with a basket on his back, and walks in the Yunzhong Mountains with a Lingquan sword on his body, gathers some game, hunts some small animals and cooks them back. He often tastes new plants to feel the effects and types.
The mountain **** Zhang Chun invited him a few times.
It seems that just recently, Zhang Shanshen got this chess record from those who went up the mountain to worship, and he is constantly studying it, fascinated by it, forgetting to sleep and eat.
I think that in front of the mountain temple, the big stone engraved with a chessboard is being used by the mountain **** Zhang all day and all night.
The rest of the time, Fang Chang stayed on the Xianqi Cliff, paying attention to the millet seedlings in the fields and the gourd vines by the cliff. At the same time, every day, according to the usual practice, he would sit on the big rock by the edge of the cliff to practice with five hearts, or practice a set of Daoyin skills in a posture in his small fenced courtyard.
Besides, he did not stop the steps of manufacturing, rattan weaving, casting, pottery firing, brick making, carpentry polishing, etc... The tools and materials of his workshop, even charcoal fuel, have also been increasing.
Finally, he waited until the day when the batch of young bamboos were put into the pond and retting.
The second update!
(end of this chapter)