Since Fang Chang did not use the effect of "Why meet someone and meet each other" this time, he can be seen in Linxi Village, those who are busy or walking outside the house.

But the villagers are not like Shanwei, and their appearance of immortals is very simple.

In addition to being a little afraid of the "immortal" in the mountains next to him, the simple villagers also respect and are grateful for saving the people in their village.

So, when I saw Fang Xianchang passing by the village, there were quite a few villagers, especially the elderly, who came up to say hello and greet him.

Fang Chang was not bothered, and he returned the gifts one by one, and rejected their enthusiastic invitation to "sit at home" and walked through Linxi Village to continue northward.

The stream outside the village is flowing gurgling. Since the last time the stream was cut off and re-cooked by the mountain god Zhang Chun, it has been flowing very stably, and the water quality is less sour and more refreshing and sweet.

However, after listening to Fang Chang's instructions, the mountain god allowed the water veins to completely avoid the copper mine at the foot of the mountain.

Fang Chang leaned down and waved his hands to the villagers who were sending him out of the village behind him, then went straight across the mountain.

Many spring bamboo shoots will break out overnight and grow into bamboos in a short time, which makes the bamboo forest far away become much denser again. On the west side of the bamboo forest, the sparse part that was constantly chopped by him has changed its appearance and has become prosperous again.

When he climbed the mountain again, Fang Chang felt more and more that this Yunzhong Mountain was different from the first time he came.

When I first arrived at Yunzhong Mountain, it was very beautiful. There were green pines and high cliffs everywhere, and the dense forests and clouds and fogs flapping their wings, but it was still just a beautiful mountain in the mortal world.

Now when you look at it, you can see the spiritual energy covering the mountain like a gaang, especially the strongest place in the Xianqi cliff.

The spiritual charm of the entire mountain has increased a lot, and it is now the best in the middle of the blessed land. According to this momentum, in a few decades, Yun Zhongshan would not be named "Immortal Mountain".

Fang Chang thought to himself that this should be caused by his own martial arts.

Moreover, this situation is not rare among all practitioners in the world.

His technique absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to eliminate himself and improves his cultivation, and then he will have an inspiration, which will continue to revive it. While filling his spiritual energy, he can also feed back to heaven and earth.

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

However, there are very few people with a connection with immortality. Compared with the size of the world and the huge number of humans, there are very few people who practice immortality. Moreover, most of the methods they hold are not as wonderful as the skills they practice, so similar situations are not conspicuous.

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

Originally, he only needed a few crosses to cross the distance between these hills and could cross it and reach Xianqi Cliff. However, he was not in a hurry to rush, and the speed of walking was fast or slow, just in his mind.

There is someone in front of you who is climbing in the mountains.

Fang Chang smiled. It was an acquaintance. Lin Hai, a woodcutter who had not seen for a long time. He caught up with him a few steps and said hello: "Is it coming again to 'run the mountain'?"

Lin Hai turned his head and saw that it was Fang Chang, and was overjoyed and quickly said, "I have seen Fang Xianchang,"

He looked up and down at the woodcutter, but saw that although the other party was carrying a bamboo basket, he did not bring an axe, but took a small shovel-like tool and said strangely: "Are you going to chop wood?"

"Yes, the immortal chief." Lin Hai, the former woodcutter, stopped and said to Fang Chang: "I went out to learn skills. Recently, I went to the mountains and just collected herbs, so I gave the axe to Ergou in the village. He wanted to come to the mountains to chop wood."

"So that's it." Fang Chang nodded.

Lin Haiyang raised his Chinese medicine shovel and said:

"Since my good brother was seriously ill last time, I found that there were fewer medicines in all villages. The doctor was fine, but at most, he could not go farther, but there was no medicinal material, but there was really no. Many sick people could not get timely treatment and could only pass away and be rolled up by a straw mat and a grave."

"So I got to my mind and went outside, and learned some simple herb collection methods, process and transplanting methods. I was worried that I was not good at learning skills, so I bought a few books, but I was not literate. Recently, I was consulting people in the village to learn to recognize words and read sentences."

"I plan to start with simple things, first change my own terraces into medicine fields, collect and transplant some common herbs, process them and supply them to doctors at the foot of the mountain. Maybe they can save their lives. I hope it will make the villagers less sick and laugh more, and I will be worth it."

Fang Chang was very happy and nodded.

"very good."

He patted Lin Hai on the shoulder, walked over to the woodcutter before, leaving two words behind.

Lin Hai looked at Xian Chang's back and was a little confused for a moment. Then he realized that he had been praised by Fang Xianchang, and instantly felt like drinking a bowl of ice water in the dog days of summer, which was very useful.

Then he continued to climb to the top of the mountain to the east, looking for herbs, carefully picking the soil below, and putting it into a basket.

Herbs are delicate things, and it is even more meticulous to take care of the medicinal fields. The medicinal degree of cultivated land alone is completely different. The forest sea has finely broken the soil in the medicinal fields, as if it has passed a sieve, and there are no soil particles larger than mung beans.

The medicine in the backpack will be transplanted into him. If he will not plant it for the time being, he will divide it into two halves. One half will try to plant it, and the other half will be processed and supplied to the doctor in Huqiao Town.

The town doctor was very happy that there was a relatively stable source of herbs suddenly. It is said that many people have been cured with his medicine.

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Looking up from the bottom of Xianqi Cliff, it feels like squatting at the bottom of a well and looking up at the sky, feeling oppressive, but there is only one side of the well wall and the other side is an inclined hillside.

There is a small pool here.

It was an unknown waterfall formed by the Huanhua Creek water, which was formed by impacting under the cliff. After so long the waterfall was completed, the pool has already reached a considerable scale.

Fang Zheng stood by the pool, took off the bamboo basket from his waist, looked at the turtles and tortoises inside, and smiled and said, "You have arrived at your new home, congratulations on your move."

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

These turtle and tortoise species are relatively drought-resistant and hunger-resistant. Even turtle seedlings can be transported for a long distance. They are carried by Fangchang and nourished by spiritual energy. Half of them have not died. They have successfully arrived at the new place prepared for them.

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

The water overflowing from this pond forms a mountain stream. When it goes down, it is the Baigou River and it flows into their hometown and goes directly into the sea. If there are turtles and tortoises who are not satisfied with the environment here, they can also go downstream. It is just that fate is not coming.

After releasing the turtle seedlings and turtle seedlings into the pool in front of the door, expanding the population inside, Fang Chang hung a small bamboo basket around his waist and looked up at Xianqi Cliff.

The convenience is your own place to go.

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

Clouds rise under the feet of the long feet.
Chapter completed!