MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 547 【Mantle】
Chapter 547 [Mantle]
But after coming down from the top of the last mountain, things started to go wrong.
Below the mountain is a flat valley with tall dense forests growing in it. When I looked down from the peak before, I could see the crowns of the trees intertwined to form a thick green carpet. After walking into the forest, I found that the inside was as expected Generally dark, but fortunately not very humid.
Sun Wenxiu led people, carrying and carrying many gifts, and walked straight towards the forest. After stepping on the ground full of dead leaves in the forest, although everyone brought a bag full of dry food and filled the water bag and water bottle, Sun Wenxiu and others felt a little uneasy for no reason. .
This emotion should not come from the surrounding environment. Although the forest is dark, it is clean and flat. Thinking about it, it should be the previously known information that cast a shadow over everyone's future.
Sure enough, they later discovered something was wrong.
"How come out?"
"Why did you come out again?"
"Why is it still transferred out?"
After asking three times, Sun Wenxiu felt the blood rushing to her forehead.
After they walked into the woods three times in a row, they came out and found that they had reached the position where they entered the woods. This made Sun Wenxiu very angry. He walked in the front and carried out the fourth exploration. For this mission, he has a firm will, not only for the future, but also to prove himself and fight for his breath.
It turned out to be even worse this time.
The road was completely lost. A forest that was not that big from a high place turned out to be like an old forest deep in the mountains.
There was that vigorous subordinate who took off his robe and prepared to climb a tree to wait and see, but he couldn’t reach the top of the tree no matter what he climbed. and location.
As for cutting down trees, Sun Wenxiu gave up after thinking about it.
Not to mention how many trees can be cut down for the food brought by these people, even if the trees are cut down, it is also a question of whether it will be effective. Besides, I'm here to visit, not to call you, so what's the matter if I cut down the tree at the gate of the visitor? The image is plainly ruined.
If it wasn't for the mission, I really want to set fire to this forest.
Sun Wenxiu gritted her teeth secretly.
It was estimated that after wandering in the woods for a long time, they found a trace, which was left before. It seemed that for most of the day, everyone was just going around in circles in the woods.
But Sun Wenxiu was not reconciled. Instead of retreating, he gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates to move forward again.
As the dry food in the bag was gradually exhausted, and the water bag and kettle also bottomed out, everyone was getting hungry gradually, and their energy was gradually not as good as before. The woods, which looked empty and bright, already feel a little gloomy, and the original freshness is gone. The same trees make people feel depressed.
"forget it."
Walking to the original position again, Sun Wenxiu squeezed out these three words helplessly from between his teeth.
His appearance is no longer the same as before. The clothes that were carefully groomed have some dust and tears, and the hair that was originally neatly combed has become a bit messy. Although he has worked hard, his steps are also faltering. The surrounding subordinates were almost similar to Sun Wenxiu in appearance, and what was worse than Sun Wenxiu was that they had to carry those gifts on their backs, and they were all so tired that they couldn't straighten their backs.
Hearing the boss who led the team speak to end all this, the subordinates who followed did not dare to cheer, but they still put down their belongings with joy on their faces and took a short rest.
Looking at the dense forest ahead, Sun Wenxiu murmured in a voice that only she could hear:
"Is this the horror of the fairy family's magic? Fortunately, we are not restricted from retreating, but what are the conditions for entering this forest? Is it because we are not sincere, or do we have some tricks?"
Naturally, no one answered him.
On the contrary, the subordinates behind him, although they didn't hear what he muttered to themselves, they all thought in their hearts that it was God's blessing to be able to survive this time, and when they returned home safely, they would definitely tell this experience to their children and grandchildren Listen to them and warn them not to get involved with ghosts and gods.
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At the same time, Fang Chang had already arrived more than two thousand miles away.
Walking along this road, I have encountered many interesting things, and the scenery is always remarkable. This trip is very enjoyable. Some places I have passed by in my memory can be compared with the things I saw in the past, so as to feel the changes of the world and experience the traces of time, which is also very beneficial for practice.
In the past few years, his cultivation has become very profound, far exceeding that of the past.
Fang Chang's mind became more lively, which was due to the influence of the way of nature he cultivated. Although this way looks plain, it is full of vitality, so it has this appearance. This also made him look at things differently, the meaning of which is difficult to describe in detail, and he can only know it by himself.
Ling Juezhong's ultimate goal is getting closer and closer.
It wasn't a city, nor a town. After passing through fields and rivers, Fang Chang came to a small village beside a low hill.
The place is not very rich, the walls are adobe walls mixed with wheat straw, the roofs are straw roofs covered with mud, and people in the village generally do not have yards. If someone uses tree branches to form fence walls, it is considered a high-end residence.
The surrounding fields are also relatively barren, perhaps due to lack of irrigation, and it is obvious that the grain production is not high in the field.
The non-field areas are very clean, and the vegetation that can be used as firewood has been picked up for fuel, so the low hills are also a bit bare, with exposed stones and dry and hard land. Only some grass buds are still tenacious, and occasionally a few small flowers of goose yellow and light pink can be seen.
Fang Chang looked up at the top of the small village, carefully identified it, and then walked towards the direction of the village.
Then, he chose a place to stand against the wall, waiting quietly.
After half an hour, a young man came over with an old basket and a sickle in his hand. Inside the basket was half a basket of firewood and a few young wild fruits.
"How old are you?" Fang Chang asked when the boy passed by.
"Where does the guest come from? If you don't mind, you can come in and drink a bowl of water." Hearing the movement, the young man looked up at Fang Chang, and said politely, "I am twelve years old."
Fang Chang nodded, and followed him into the courtyard with strides.
The young man also took a clean rough porcelain bowl, scooped water from the tank and handed it to Fang Chang. Fang Chang smiled and didn't thank him. After taking the bowl, he raised his head and drank it down.
Then, Chang Fang looked at the boy for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Would you like to learn to practice with me?"
"Practice? Will I be able to eat after learning, and how long will I have to learn?" The young man didn't quite understand, and asked curiously.
"Of course it's no problem to eat enough, and you can still be detached. I'll stay here for three months. How much I can learn depends on your skills." Fang Chang laughed, "If you have no objections, just call me 'Master' .”
(end of this chapter)
