Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire - Chapter 562

  Chapter 562 [Let the real master come by himself]

  White meat that is well cooked but firm, cut by a sharp blade as thin as a leaf, without any condiments, just dipped in mashed garlic and garlic juice with salt, it is the best in the world.

  Sun Wenxiu ate a slippery mouth, ate a few more slices, and drank half a glass of wine. He was hungry after meat and fat, so at night he slept comfortably and deeply.

  During her sleep, Sun Wenxiu suddenly felt herself floating.

  Look around, everything is real.

  The eyes that were a little dizzy from looking at the curly acorns for days, also became bright and clear.

  Whether it is the roof that I just passed through, or the subordinates who are on duty in the yard outside, they can see every detail clearly. He can see the birds perched among the branches of trees under the moonlight in the night sky, and the grass blades and flower buds outside.

  The moon with only one tooth left in the sky also looks very clear.

Although Sun Wenxiu could control his head and limbs, he couldn’t control the direction he was heading at all. Fortunately, he just drew a short arc in midair and landed on the mountain temple on the nearby hillside. inside.

   Soon, he felt that his feet touched the solid ground.

  Looking around again, he was already standing in the main hall of the mountain temple, and the statue of the mountain **** on it was gone, replaced by a middle-aged man with a beard and beard, looking at him majestically and calmly.

   Not to mention that he has met the mountain **** before, even ordinary people, in this situation, can probably understand the current situation immediately.

  Sun Wenxiu did not hesitate, and immediately saluted:

   “The villain has seen the mountain god.”

  At this time, Sun Wenxiu was already full of expectations in his heart, and he vaguely felt that his waiting for this period of time would soon bear fruit.

   Sure enough, the mountain **** said to him straight to the point: “The thing you asked for last time has now come to fruition, and I am here to inform you.”

  Sun Wenxiu immediately kowtowed excitedly: “Please also ask the mountain **** to show me.”

  I only heard the mountain **** above say: “The immortal who is waiting to see has returned to the mountain.”

Then, without waiting for the overjoyed Sun Wenxiu to speak, the mountain **** continued: “The Shangxian already knew about your search for him, but the Shangxian is not going to see you, but just said that if anyone is looking for him, let him come in person—you guys Next time, who wants to see him?”

“How can this be? How can this be possible?!” Sun Wenxiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately defended himself. Then he regained his composure and realized that the opposite was a noble god, so he explained: “Xunxian It is really difficult to come here in person because you have a noble status and a lot of affairs.”

   Zhang Shanshen didn’t care too much about this, he smiled and said:

“I’m just passing on a message. The next thing has nothing to do with me. As for whether the ‘big man’ you mentioned will come or not, that’s your own business. And I advise you, don’t talk about your status. In the eyes of outsiders, there is no difference.”

  Sun Wenxiu did not expect this situation at all.

  He panicked, and looked to the left and right in a little helplessness, but he also lost his mind.

   After the message is finished, Zhang Shanshen’s business is over.

The mountain **** waved his hand again, and Sun Wenxiu on the ground immediately rose into the air, drew a parabola in mid-air, flew over the hillside and several houses, passed through the roof tiles, fell back to the sleeping bed, and entered his sleeping bed. In the flesh. A moment later, Sun Wenxiu woke up from the dream and jumped up from the bed.

  This is a small mountain village with only a few families. No one keeps watch, and there is no timing tool. Usually, the time can only be estimated

  Sun Wenxiu didn’t know what time it was, but he couldn’t fall asleep when something happened suddenly.

  Although the matter has come to an end, calling all the subordinates at this time is not like being a boss. After all, at this time, there are no lights around and nothing can be done. If you appear to be too urgent, you will lose your position in front of your subordinates, and your subordinates may despise you.

  After thinking about it, Sun Wenxiu didn’t light the lamp, but forced herself to continue lying on the bed.

  Thousands of thoughts were in his mind, his mind was unsteady, he tossed and turned non-stop, and endured until dawn.

Early the next morning, when the big pot was being used for breakfast in the kitchen, Sun Wenxiu called his subordinates together and gave an order: “After breakfast, go and pack your things. Leave half of the people here to wait for orders. The rest, follow me back to Huangdu.”

  The subordinates agreed in unison.

  ………

  After the granules were returned to the warehouse, Fang Chang had a whim, imitating the way of the people at the foot of the mountain, and cooked a table of sumptuous meals by himself to celebrate the harvest.

  The main food is the new grain of the year, corn rice, baked small cakes.

  Tofu made from new soybeans is fresh and sweet. There are still a few fresh vegetables left in the vegetable bed, and they are fried or stewed with tofu, eggs, and freshly slaughtered pork, and the dishes are fragrant.

  Another protagonist on the table is the mushroom that Fang Chang harvested.

  He selected the extremely delicious varieties in the Yunzhong Mountains and cultivated them. The mushrooms produced are almost the same as those picked in the mountains. The output of the mushroom house is very large. He made the extra mushrooms into dried mushrooms and hung them on a nearby shelf, one bunch after another, swaying in the wind.

  Due to the rapid growth of mushrooms, Fang Chang had to stop the production of the mushroom house. However, Fang Chang compiled the technology of growing mushrooms into a booklet, which can be given to someone who is destined to meet him in the future.

  Speaking of it, Fang Chang is now more and more fond of this kind of behavior of giving away knowledge as an opportunity for others, and he doesn’t know how many good stories will be left in the future.

  Fang Chang extracted the starch from sweet potatoes, which were the staple food in the past, and made them into vermicelli. This method was not invented by him, but he learned it from the mortal world during his time in the lower reaches of the mountains.

   Then came a jar of ten-year-old sorghum wine.

  The steamed wine has a very clear color, and the long-term storage in the cave in the back mountain not only removes the anger of the wine, but also fully infiltrates it with aura, which is wonderful.

  The newly harvested sorghum this year has entered the fermentation process. In a few days, it can be steamed in a basket. The steamed wine will be replenished into the cave in the back mountain.

  The weather has cooled down, and the scenery in Yunzhong Mountain has changed a lot. The mountain peaks have changed from green in summer to red and yellow in autumn.

   The four seasons in Yunzhongshan are always so beautiful.

  The Yunzhong Mountain of this solar term is not suitable for construction on Xianqi Cliff, but it is good to do some small handicrafts. For example, build a few chime clocks.

   When visiting friends in the future, it will definitely be a good gift as a gift.

  By the way, you can also write another booklet.

   While he was pouring himself a drink, feeling comfortable and comfortable, a lark with a letter in its beak flew past the old eagle on the edge of the cliff tremblingly.

  The lark flew to Fang Chang, put down the letter, and then flew down the mountain as if fleeing for his life.

  The old eagle on the edge of the cliff watched all this with cold eyes, but it didn’t move at all, and didn’t mean to catch the lark as a snack.

  (end of this chapter)