Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"Why don't you call it the Autumn Wind Sword?"

Feeling the autumn wind blowing on his face, Fang Chang thought in his heart, then shook his head.

He thought about a few more names, such as "Qingteng", "Songfeng", "Bizhu", "Golden Waterfall", "Guwen", "Luoxia", but they were not very satisfied.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the source of the Huanhua River, the location of the Lingjian Spring on the mountainside, and he said to his heart:

"Ha, the Lingquan Sword in Lingjianquan calls you 'Lingquan Sword', how about it?"

Seemingly satisfied with the name, the Lingquan sword jumped up in front of him, and then fell back into Fang Chang's hands. He could even vaguely feel the joy in the sword he held in both hands.

The fairy sword has a spirit.

It's a pity that the sword has been finalized and is not suitable for engraving on it.

Fang Chang took out a small jade knife with a straight back, wrote the word "Lingquan" on the bark sheath, then put the sharpened Lingquan sword into the sheath, put it on his back again, got up and left the Qianhuahuaxi Valley.

From today, he has a sword.

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The sun in the distance begins to emerge.

First a point of light appeared on the horizon, yellowing the clouds and eclipsing the nearby morning star, and then the light continued to expand, showing a curved outline.

As if sensing the sunshine, the clouds and mist on the edge of the Xianqi cliff have faded a bit, revealing the hidden tea trees, grasses, and a few straight or oblique trees in the light.

On the big rock by the cliff, Fang Chang was in full swing, and was doing morning class.

As he exhaled and exhaled, a few traces of aura filled his body, which brought a little vibration to the already active inspiration on the fairy habitat cliff.

This aura seemed to appear out of thin air, causing both the inner and outer worlds to become more aura as he continued to practice.

Next to the boulder, there are gourd vines twining, and several gourds of different sizes are hung on it. The big one is about the size of a palm, and the small one is only slightly thicker than a thumb, which is very pleasant.

A three-foot long sword leaned against the gourd vine, bathed in aura together with the gourd on the vine.

It has a green vine around its handle, bark as a sheath, and an animal skin strap tied to it.

The two characters "Lingquan" are engraved on the scabbard, neat and clear, but there is no trace of fireworks. From the golden yellow of the sword grid, it can still be distinguished that this is a bronze sword.

Fang Chang has been carrying this sword recently, even when he fell asleep at night, he leaned the sword against the bedside. With continuous sharpening, the blade becomes colder and sharper. Occasionally, when he went to Zhang Shanshen to play chess, Zhang Chun, the mountain god, saw this sword and praised it non-stop.

Not far away, there are several thatched huts on display in the open space, emitting smoke from cooking. When Fang grew up, he stewed vegetable broth in the kitchen, which was also his morning meal after school.

It wasn't until the sun jumped out of the horizon that he took a long breath, sprayed out a foot long white mist, and ended his morning exercise.

Jumping off the boulder energetically, Fang Chang picked up the Lingquan sword and went back. With his keen five senses, he could already smell the aroma of vegetable broth in the kitchen.

There is also a firepit in the kitchen, a few big firewood are burning inside, emitting bright yellow flames, and there is a square tripod with four legs on the fire, and the soup in the tripod is slowly gurgling, vegetables and shredded meat are rolling in it.

"Delicious."

Sprinkle salt and put it into a ceramic bowl with a wooden spoon. Fang Chang tasted it and praised.

Then he emptied the whole pot of soup, including vegetables and animal meat.

After cleaning the tableware and kitchen utensils with spells, Fang Chang extinguished the fire in the pond, got up from the table, stretched his limbs, and prepared to start a day's work.

Well, work.

Fang Chang is now preparing to open up a field.

Agriculture is the cornerstone of a stable life, and animal husbandry and fishery are also a type of agriculture, which is the most important mode of wealth production in this era.

The top of Xianqi cliff has a vast area. He selected a piece of fertile land on the cliff, cleared the grass and trees on it, and took advantage of the autumn to dig the ground and loosen the soil to prepare for the next year's sowing.

Fertilization is impossible to fertilize.

As we all know, practitioners do not need to go to the toilet.

Therefore, Fang Chang didn't have that kind of natural fertilizer here, and as his ash pit was not large, it couldn't provide much fertilizer. However, it is possible to consider planting green beans first, and then planting millet in the field.

Fang Chang carried the sword on his back, bowed and used a heavy bronze shovel to dig deep in the field, picked out the stones and broken stones inside, and threw them aside. The heavy and thick bronze shovel was as light as a feather in Fang Chang's hand, and it was rubbed by the mud, revealing its golden color.

"Don't be tired of food and clothing, but also cultivate immortals and live on cliffs;

When spring arrives, half of the flowers can be planted~~”

Getting excited, Fang Chang scrambled a few doggerels and chanted loudly, which attracted the idiot eagle with a bamboo mouse in its mouth to stare at him like a fool.

He didn't care about the bird's gaze, and kept moving his hands.

While working, Fang Chang straightened up suddenly and looked in a certain direction - his eyes just met the eyes of a bull demon on the hillside in the distance.

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Ah Niu thought about his surname for a long time.

Because for a bull demon, the surname "Niu" is also a very good choice.

But after much deliberation, he still decided to use the surname of his former master's family, the same as his friend, the dog demon Liu Ahuang, with the surname Liu.

Therefore, his name is now "Liu Aniu".

Since parting with his good friend Liu Ahuang and leaving Huqiao Town to enter the mountains, Ah Niu has been doing well.

The mountains made him feel at home.

There are endless forages and wild fruits here, the mountain springs are luscious, the world is vast, and there are many caves and caves that can shelter from wind and rain. There are many birds and beasts in the mountains, and I also met a few little demons who have already opened their spirits. A Niu has a generous personality, and he was able to make a few more friends.

Don't worry about safety, although there are many carnivorous animals in Yunzhong Mountain, but none of them become demons, so - none of them can beat Liu A Niu, A Niu is strong, no one can threaten him.

But in his spare time, he still thinks about the past.

He missed his good friend Liu Ahuang, his master Liu Changqing, and the dolls in the courtyard, but he knew that he would not be able to go back in a short time.

What Ah Niu does every day is to walk slowly from one hilltop to another hilltop, taste different kinds of green grass, chew and eat some branches, leaves and berries of different flavors, which is very pleasant.

In addition, he is still thinking about his own transformation.

Although Ah Huang told himself that after a hundred years from his master Liu Changqing, he would come to Yunzhong Mountain to look for him, but that was too long. If during this period of time, I can transform myself, then I can re-enter the mortal world and practice in the world, so that I can meet my friends faster.

But A Niu had no idea about it.

On this day, Ah Niu found a mountain to climb up as usual.

He was going to taste the purple plant on the top of the mountain.

Twisting the bull's head on the hillside, Ah Niu suddenly found that there was a very magnificent cliff not far away.

The cliff is tall and straight, surrounded by clouds and mist. There is a slender waterfall rushing down among the vegetation on the edge of the cliff. In autumn, trees with yellow leaves cover the cliff, and the forest is dotted with evergreen pines and cypresses.

There was a clearing in the middle, on which a man in white was carrying a sword and was digging the ground with a shovel.

A Niu's eyes were like copper bells, and his eyesight was very good, so he recognized the man's identity:

"Hey, isn't that Fang Xianchang?"

Regarding the name of the sword, this plan is called Qiufengjian, which is a homonym of Qiufengjian.

But the wisdom of the people is infinite. Seeing all the bigwigs showing their special abilities, I found the name Lingquanjian better, so I copied it.

Sure enough, it's still great to wait for everyone's opinions~

Thank you Wu Fangjun 1 and Zuora95 for your tip.