He walked to the wall and put the Lingquan sword in his hand back into the bark scabbard. Fang Chang then adjusted the position of the jade.

He was going to use it instead of the original bed.

After all, this piece of jade is very warm, and even without any external force, it can be not hot in summer and not cold in winter, and it will be very comfortable and pleasant. He gave this big jade casually a name called Nuan Yu Bed in his heart.

Fang Chang put the bedding back, took it off and lay down.

It's really comfortable.

He got up and looked at it, very satisfied.

What Fang Chang praised the most was that the jade bed was very stable and had no deformation, and it would not make a creaking sound like a bamboo and wooden bed, like a bamboo and wooden bed.

The sun shines in through the glass window and sprinkles around the warm jade bed, illuminating the jade.

Such a huge and pure piece of jade is priceless when placed in the world. No matter it is a wealthy merchant, an official, or even a human emperor, it cannot take out such a piece of jade in the warehouse. However, on Xianqi Cliff, its best use is currently only used as a bed.

However, before moving into the house, the two pieces of jade that Fang Chang cut off with his sword were useful.

Given that the thickness of these two large pieces of jade is relatively uniform, Fangchang plans to make it into a box for storing elixirs or for other purposes. The scraps used to make the box can also be sold after going down the mountain for consumption.

Of course, this is not very meaningful for Fangchang, who can collect precious metals in the mine at any time. At the other time, Fangchang also made a few jade pendants with these scraps and threw them into the backpack without mentioning them.

Life on the mountain is very comfortable and long for a long time. He does not stay in the nameless hall or the stone table under the ginkgo tree in front of the hall. What he prefers is to sit on the morning class stone next to Xianqi Cliff, look at the surrounding mountain scenery, watch the wind and clouds in the sky, and see the shadows of smoke in the distance.

But I have three meals a day, and I have no shortage of myself.

Moreover, every meal is different. He can always come up with new ways to cook with a slightly simple kitchen utensil. He can always make delicious new dishes by relying on the pots, cauldrons, cages, grills, and copper plates in the kitchen.

The homemade sorghum wine needs to be stored, otherwise the taste will not be good. Fortunately, on Xianqi Cliff, he used Lingjian Spring Water and mountain fruits to make homemade fruit wines, which were sufficient in quantity and had a mellow and sweet taste, but it was still only suitable for him as a practitioner to drink.

Sitting beside the stone table under the ginkgo tree, Fangchang was having lunch.

The tall bamboo tube is a cup filled with homemade fruit wine. In the front dishes, dishes with both color and flavor were served. On the small bamboo grate at hand, there was a stack of hot pot-kit cakes - the inventory he bought in Guanzhong. It was brought back in a package. The taste did not change much and was still delicious.

A small jade knife is placed next to the table and placed on the edge of a clean small plate. Its purpose is to gently peel the large pieces of meat in the front plate when the chopsticks cannot clamp the front plate.

Fang Chang suddenly stopped chopsticks.

He looked up at the sky.

Today, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the autumn is clear and the air is cool, and a few birds in the mountains are hovering and flying in the sky, freely.

With his long eyes, he can see the guests in the clouds in the distance.

That was a little white little bit, with quick action and clear goals.

From the ground, the altitude does not change much, but in fact, it is very far away from the ground for a short distance. After the white dot in the distance reached the vicinity of Yunzhongshan, it cleverly drew a circle, then identified the direction of Xianqi Cliff and pierced it.

Fang Chang still maintained his previous posture, facing the direction of the paper plane flying in.

As the distance gets closer, the speed of the paper plane is more obvious. No bird in the sky can compare to it. The paper plane is like an arrow off the string, or like lightning and thunder, but it is completely silent and pounces towards Fangchang.

Fang Chang had long recognized it. It was the paper plane he gave to Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling. However, this was not the first time he used it, and it was a bit wrinkled. In the past two years, they have passed on many messages to each other with this small object, many of which can complement each other.

But the last time I contacted me was quite a long time ago.

He reached out and grabbed the paper plane in his hand. Then he put down the chopsticks in his right hand, performed a cleaning technique on his hands, and began to inspect the paper plane.

The texture of the paper looks familiar, and it is produced from Xianqiya. It is a square-length homemade bamboo paper with ink marks on it.

At the corners of the paper airplane, a line of delicate words is written:

"Mr. Fang personally opened."

Shaking his head, Fang Chang already knew that the person who wrote to him this time was Yu Qingling, the two protagonists of the great disaster. Of course, Liu Yuande should also be involved in the selection of words and sentences. After all, Liu Yuande is good at using allusions.

Fang Chang gently spread the paper, cleaned a piece of paper on the stone desktop, and spread the paper flat on it. There were a lot of handwriting inside, and the font was very small, just like the size of mung beans. Fortunately, Fang Chang's eyes are very good now and they can see clearly.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I wonder if Mr. Fang will be successful? The content of the last letter has been received. We have also released it to many like-minded people through the lord whom we are currently assisting, and are mobilizing our forces to collect information everywhere."

"After all, since the catastrophe has begun, it will inevitably take a lot of time to eliminate it, and it cannot be solved overnight."

Seeing this, Fang Chang laughed in his heart. It seemed that the two of them were in the middle of the vortex and were not self-control.

He then looked down.

Yu Qingling's topic quickly turned to the recent situation of the two.

He and Liu Yuande were in love with each other and had already made a marriage contract with the lord who assisted him, and they would get married after the catastrophe. However, there is not much in this letter. The following article introduces their forces and many recent actions.

".........For some reason, the world had some chaos and the people were displaced. If something went wrong, ordinary people would have the risk of their families being destroyed."

"After our escort, we protected each other and helped others everywhere, but we were still a drop in the bucket. At this time, the lord we are currently assisting has emerged from the grassroots and is very popular. He was forced by the rioters and was desperate to rise up with the people around us."

"Then, his behavior went very smoothly, he easily calmed down the palace, and then began to develop production, restore order, and reorganize all matters of punishment. For a time, the local area seemed like a paradise."

"It's a pity that the surrounding forces do not allow this matter. They don't know what channels they use to connect and work together to strangle and are all repelled. In this process, the area controlled by the lord has become larger and larger, and now there are places in one state and two prefectures."
Chapter completed!