Chapter 143 [When the cloud rises under one step]

  Because Fang Chang didn't use the effect of "Why should we meet each other before?", in Linxi Village, people who are outside or busy or walking around can see him.

  But the villagers are not like outside the mountain, they have a very simple impression of the immortal.

  For the "immortal" in the mountain next to him, apart from a little fear, the simple villagers respected him and were grateful for saving his own village.

  So, seeing Master Fang passing by the village, quite a few villagers, especially the elderly, came up to say hello and salute.

  Fang Chang was not bothered, he returned the salutes one by one, and rejected their warm invitation to "come and sit at home", and continued to walk north through Linxi Village.

  The stream outside the village is gurgling. Since it was cut off last time and was reorganized by the mountain **** Zhang Chun, it has been flowing steadily, and the water quality has become less sour and bitter, and has become clearer and sweeter.

   It was because the mountain **** completely avoided the copper mine under the mountain after listening to Fang Chang's instructions.

   Fang Chang turned his lower body, waved at the villagers who sent him out of the village behind him, and then went straight across the mountain.

  Many spring bamboo shoots will break through the ground overnight, and grow into bamboo in a short period of time, which makes the bamboo forest in the distance much denser again. On the west side of the bamboo grove, the sparse part that had been chopped down by him has also changed its appearance and become prosperous again.

  Climbing the mountain again, Fang Chang felt more and more that this cloud mountain was different from the first time he came here.

  When I came to Yunzhong Mountain for the first time, it was also very beautiful here, with green pines and high cliffs covered with strange rocks, dense forests, clouds and eagles fluttering their wings, but it was still just a good mountain in the world.

   Now when I open my eyes again, I can see that the aura is like a sarong, covering the mountain, especially at the Xianqi Cliff.

  The aura of the entire mountain range has risen a bit, and it is now the top grade in the blessed land. According to this momentum, in a few decades, Yun Zhongshan may not be given the title of "Fairy Mountain".

  Fang Chang thought, this should be caused by his own skills.

   Moreover, this kind of situation is not uncommon among practitioners in the world.

  His technique absorbs the aura of the heavens and the earth to flush himself, improve his cultivation, and then manifests the inspiration within, endlessly, so that he can not only fill himself with aura, but also feed back the heaven and the earth.

   It is said that where some practitioners live, the vegetation is strong, the animals are clever, and even the stones may become more beautiful. Now it seems that Fang Chang is such a practitioner.

   It's just that there are very few people who have the predestined relationship to immortality. Compared to the vastness of the world and the huge number of human beings, there are very few immortal cultivators, and most of the methods they hold are not as wonderful as those practiced by Fang Chang, so similar situations are not conspicuous.

   Taking a deep breath of the familiar mountain air, Fang Chang slowed down and walked slowly towards Xianqi Cliff.

  Originally, he only needed to traverse the distance between these few hills to reach Xianqi Cliff. However, I am not in a hurry to hurry, whether the speed of walking is fast or slow, I only have a thought in my heart.

  There is a person ahead, climbing the mountain.

  Fang Chang smiled, it was an acquaintance, the woodcutter Lin Hai he hadn't seen for a long time, he took a few steps to catch up, and said hello: "Are you coming to 'running the mountain' again?"

  Lin Hai turned his head and saw that it was Fang Chang. He was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed: "I have met Fang Xianchang."

  Looked at the woodcutter up and down, but saw that although he was carrying a bamboo basket, he did not bring an axe, but a small shovel-like tool, and asked curiously, "You are not chopping firewood anymore?"

"Yes, Master Xian." The former woodcutter Lin Hai stopped, and Fang Chang said: "I went out to learn art from a teacher, and recently I went to the mountains to collect medicine, so I gave the ax to Ergou in the village. He wanted to come to the mountains to chop firewood. .”

   "I see." Fang Chang nodded.

  Lin Hai raised the medicine shovel in his hand and said:

"Since my good brother was seriously ill last time, I found out that there is a lack of medicine and medicine in all the towns and cities. The doctor is okay, so I can go farther, but there is no medicine, but there is really no medicine. Many people who are sick can't get it in time. To be healed, one can only die and be swept up in a straw mat and have a grave."

"So I became obsessed and went outside specially to learn some simple methods of collecting herbs, processing procedures, and transplanting methods. I was worried that I was not good at learning, so I bought a few books, but I am illiterate. I am asking learned people in the village to learn how to recognize characters and read sentences."

"I'm going to start simple. First, I'll turn my terraced fields into medicine fields. I'll collect and transplant some common herbs. After processing, I'll supply them to the doctors at the foot of the mountain. Maybe I can save some lives. I hope that the pain of the villagers will be relieved." Less, more laughter, and I'm worth it."

  Fang Chang was delighted and nodded.

"very good."

  He patted Lin Hai on the shoulder, walked past the former woodcutter, and left two words.

  Looking at the back of Xian Changyuan, Lin Hai was a little confused for a while, and then he realized that he was praised by Fang Xianchang, and instantly felt like drinking a bowl of ice water in the dog days, which was very beneficial.

   Then he continued to climb towards the eastern mountain peak, looking for herbs along the way, and carefully picked the soil below, and put them into the basket.

  Herbal medicine is a delicate thing, and tending the medicine field is even more delicate work. The degree of meticulousness of the cultivated land is completely different. Lin Hai has already crushed the soil in the medicine field, as if through a sieve, there are no soil particles larger than mung beans.

  The medicine in the back basket will be transplanted by him, and the medicine that will not be planted for the time being will be divided into two halves, one half will be planted, and the other half will be processed and supplied to the doctor in Huqiao Town.

  The doctor in the town was very happy about the sudden addition of a relatively stable source of herbal medicine. It is said that many people have been cured with his medicine.

  ...

  Looking up from the bottom of Xianqi Cliff, it is like squatting at the bottom of a well looking up at the sky. There is a sense of oppression, but there is only one side of the well wall, and the other side is a sloping hillside.

  There is a small pool here.

   That is the nameless waterfall formed by the Huanhua River, which was formed under the impact of the cliff. It has been so long since the waterfall was completed, and the pool has already grown in size.

  Fang Chang stood by the pool, took off the bamboo basket at his waist, looked at the turtle inside, and said with a smile, "You guys have arrived at your new home, congratulations on moving."

  Then he flipped the bamboo basket, plop plop, and poured more than ten turtles inside into the pool.

  These turtle species are more resistant to drought and hunger, even turtle seedlings can be transported long distances. And being carried by Fang Chang, nourished by spiritual energy, half of them survived, and they all arrived at the new place prepared for them smoothly.

  There is no shortage of food in and around this pool, so they can live well here.

The water overflowing from this pool forms a mountain stream, which flows down to the Baigou River, which flows into their hometown and directly into the sea. If there are turtles who are not satisfied with the environment here, they can also go down the river. It's not just fate.

  After stocking turtle seedlings and turtle seedlings into the water pool in front of the door to expand the population inside, Fang Chang hung the small bamboo basket on his waist and looked up at Xianqi Cliff.

  Shanghai convenience is where you go.

  Before, he jumped off from here and went down the mountain to Yuzhou in the west. Now it's time to go back to the cliff.

   Fang Chang's feet clouded up.

   Thank you for the low-key reward Danshen.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)