Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

The meat of the flying dragon is very tender and extremely delicious, and it is far superior to other poultry.

All in all, a well-deserved reputation.

Of course, for ordinary people, it is much more difficult to obtain than donkey meat. After all, donkeys can be bred and plowed to carry goods. As long as there is demand, donkeys can be tasted from south to north. And this kind of flying dragon cannot be bred in the world.

After eating and drinking enough, Fang Chang moved him into the house while the fire was still on.

He has already dug a fire pond there, just like the shape when he first went to Xianqi Cliff.

The fire ignited, roasting the permafrost on the ground of the firepit, emitting traces of white gas.

Under the baking of the jumping flames, the interior of this newly built wooden house is as warm as spring. Outside the sun went down, and then there was a long night outside, only the rustling of the wind through the birch trees. Through the glass window, there is only bright moonlight outside, and it is quite bright under the reflection of the snow.

It's a pity that it's not easy to get water in the ice and snow, and the outer wall of his house is made of wood, so there can't be a kang in the house, otherwise it will be windy and comfortable.

Fang Chang planned to build a stove with stones tomorrow.

But he lay on the bed for a while, then got up and went out the door. He didn't want to sleep right now, he just wanted to walk around.

The surrounding peaks are not high, but the mountains are very continuous, so the low mountains form a magnificent momentum.

Fang Chang chose the highest mountain that looked like a bull's head, walked and jumped up it quickly, stood on the peak and looked around.

The moonlight is bright and clear, but whether it is the moonlight or the reflection of the moonlight on the snow, it is very cold.

Only the hut I built, with the firelight shining through the window glass, became the only warm place in this mountain forest.

There is a lake nearby, which is formed by several streams in the mountains, converging in the depressions in the mountains.

It is not difficult to confirm this, although the ground is covered with snow.

First of all, as a practitioner, Fang Chang has excellent vision and sense. Secondly, even ordinary people standing here can still find that the land is slightly lower than the surrounding area, which is too flat. In nature, perhaps only the ice surface can achieve this effect.

Fang Chang walked over, broke some branches from around, and swept away a piece of ground.

There was indeed a thick layer of ice underneath.

He took a closer look and found that the ice did not freeze the entire lake, and the water in the lake was very deep. In this case, there will also be water at a constant temperature below the lake.

I took out the pickaxe and hoeed a few times, leaving only white spots on the ice.

Fang Chang only used a few strands of strength, but the bronze pickaxe in his hand obviously couldn't bear to continue to exert more strength.

Shaking his head, he had no choice but to pull out the Lingquan sword behind his back.

Inserting the Lingquan sword into the ice is like a steel needle piercing tofu, effortlessly. With a point as the center, he turned his palm and arm slightly, and drew a bucket-thick, extremely standard circle on the ice.

If there were a carpenter here, he would not be able to find any irregularities in the circle if he measured it with a gauge.

Although the Lingquan sword is not long, it is unparalleled in sharpness. As it is swiped, the sword energy on the tip of the sword has already cut through the ice layer.

There seems to be a lot of pressure in the lake.

As a result, the cut cylindrical ice cube sprang up from the lake as if growing.

Fang Chang casually picked up the long piece of ice and threw it far away. The icicle drew an arc under the night sky, inserted into the mountain a few miles away, and made a lot of noise.

He turned around and looked at the ice cave in front of him.

After thinking about it, Fang Chang went back to his house, fetched firewood and kindling, and lit a bonfire on the ice.

All this took only a moment.

Soon, the inside of the ice cave was boiling, it seemed that it was due to the light, or maybe it was because of the fresh air that could be breathed here. Many fish came to this ice cave, making the inside extremely crowded.

Fang Chang broke off a clean branch, chose the biggest fish, and the branch came out like a sword.

In an instant, a big fish with long arms was worn on it.

After a little dissection and washing, he roasted it on the nearby bonfire.

The fish on the branch did not know what species it was, but it was very fat. After being licked by the flames, it dripped with oil. From time to time, oil droplets fell into the fire, peeling and collapsing.

He took out salt from his backpack, sprinkled it on, and gnawed it to see if it was ripe.

The taste is not bad, and even attracted a black bear who woke up from hibernation and was hungry, looking for food. ,

The black bear walked to the campfire and looked at Fang Chang and the fish quietly, neither moving forward nor retreating. Fang Chang tore off the head of the fish and threw it over. The black bear nimbly took it with its fat body, ate it in two bites, then turned and walked away, quietly sinking into the quiet night.

Fang Chang didn't mean to eat the bear, not only because the bear was too big to finish. The main reason is that after most of the winter, it is too hungry and thin, with too little fat and bad taste.

The moonlight is still cold, but the place with a warm yellow light in the mountains has become two points: one is on the wooden house, and the other is on the ice surface of the lake.

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As Fang Chang faintly sensed, he actually lived here for a few days.

Every day he spends most of his time sitting on the roof in a daze, looking at the forest and snow fields around him. Fang Chang occasionally went to catch a small animal, cooked meals with the food, vegetables and seasonings in his backpack, and remained in a daze for the rest of the time.

In this chaotic world, staying in this quiet world of ice and snow makes people feel very peaceful.

Of course, with his body already in robbery, this kind of mentality of avoiding the world is unacceptable.

When this opportunity is captured, it is reasonable to continue to contribute and speed up the elimination of the catastrophe in front of us.

The world is like a tide, turbulent and surging forward, which means pushing people to run, even if practitioners are involved in it, they cannot get detachment.

Thinking of this, Fang Chang sighed slightly, and then continued to be in a daze.

Not far away, there was a sudden movement.

A rabbit came out of a snow hole to look for food, sniffing around.

Then, the wind blew the blades of grass on the ground and set off a cloud of snowflakes. The rabbit was frightened and fled away.

While running at high speed, it crashed into a tree stump not far away.

It was a pine tree that Fang Chang had cut down for the sake of self-cultivation. It hadn't snowed in the past few days, and there were still fresh annual rings on the uneven section of the trunk.

The tree stump was less than a foot above the ground, but it was enough diameter and rigidity to become an insurmountable obstacle for the poor little rabbit on its way forward. In other words, the pine tree stump in front of him should be the last obstacle in this rabbit's life.

So the rabbit slammed into the tree stump with a bang, and then closed its eyes.

Fang Chang didn't stop the tragedy in front of him this time, but stared at the rabbit's corpse, watching the bright red gradually infiltrate the snow under him.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

In front of the tree stump not far away, the rabbit stood up again, shook its head, and ran away as if frightened again, as fast as it hit the tree stump.

But he was so lucky that he finally figured out the key, and then used the method of reversing yin and yang to bring the dead rabbit back to life.

Of course, he can only do this to creatures without spiritual intelligence. For all creatures in the world, whoever has spiritual wisdom is another level of life. Under the sky, neither gods nor immortals have the ability to reverse the life and death of those with spiritual wisdom.

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