Sitting on the roof, I saw a rabbit hitting a tree stump in my eyes, but I thought of something else in my mind.

It has nothing to do with this rabbit hitting a tree stump.

Mainly, the moment the little rabbit hit the tree stump, Fang Chang figured out some things about the path of cultivation, especially things like "opportunity".

According to general understanding, the word "opportunity" is so mysterious, like a meteor passing by the sky, or like a shadow of a white horse flashing through the gap in the door.

If you catch the general in your hand, it is your own; if you miss it, it will have nothing to do with yourself.

Since it is a meteor, since it is an unknown shadow in the door gap, there is no reason. You can fly over from any angle and run over at any time.

Different opportunities bring completely different insights.

But Fang Chang suddenly realized that the opportunity was not exactly the case, at least it did not belong to what he said in the "general understanding".

Opportunity is your own, it is your own, and you can't escape it.

Is it still an opportunity that cannot be detected? Only those who are aware are opportunities, and how can they be detected slip away? At least Fang Chang has never encountered or seen this in various classics he has seen on the road of cultivation.

After figuring this out, Fang Chang was quite grateful for his thoughts.

As a result, his cultivation also increased a lot, perhaps because his state of mind was quite consistent with the natural way he held.

When you reach this point of short-term growth, practicing is cultivating the mind.

The accumulation of magic power has no effect on practice. Only by advancing and benefiting the mind of Tao can practitioners move further on the road of practice.

In other words, only the corresponding level of Tao can withstand the corresponding level of inspiration.

If a mortal has the power of this body, or has such a long life span, it will be torture and punishment.

There is no corresponding state of mind, just like a child riding a thousand-mile horse, extremely dangerous, and all he can bring is fright.

At this moment, Fang Chang thought a lot.

So the rabbit not far away was unable to be redeemed before hitting the tree stump.

However, after hitting the tree stump and dying, Fang Chang was saved by new magic that he could comprehend at his new level of cultivation.

It is also a blessing that the old man lost his horse.

Fang Chang turned over and jumped off the wooden roof and began to pack up his things.

All the things in the house themselves are left behind, such as nails used to build wooden houses, such as glass on windows.

Fang Chang even left some food in the house and a pottery jar by the fire pit.

Maybe someone will be lost or wandered here in the future and can still survive with these supplies. In a vague sense that this thing will definitely happen, so he left these things in advance.

He extinguished the fire pit in the house and installed various daily necessities in the house, whether it was tables, chairs, cabinets, stools and beds. Then he closed the door, used a branch to separate it, and turned around and left the sparse forest in the snow-covered mountains.

Fang Chang's heart moved slightly, and clouds rose.

The white clouds suddenly appeared, the same color as the snow. The clouds surrounded the square feet and reflected the colorful edges in the sun.

He recognized the direction of the north and flew straight over.

This time his speed of driving clouds has greatly increased, surpassing all the cars and horses in the world.

When the howling wind blows to the clouds, it will subconsciously avoid the clouds and make it very quiet inside. The mountains under your feet are endless, and trees are sparsely spread on the snow, just like fine brushstrokes on white paper.

This scene is extremely magnificent.

Further north, the sun tilted lower and lower, and the shadows of the trees were pulled longer. Finally, fewer and fewer trees were found and disappeared.

Below the clouds, there is only a vast wasteland.

Or, it is the tundra in winter.

The scene here is even more lonely, but the color is much richer than the snowy fields in winter. On the stones exposed on the ground, large areas of low plants such as grass, moss, and lichens are covered like mats, showing dull but colorful colors.

This is a scenery that is definitely not visible in the Central Plains.

However, Fang Chang secretly thought to himself that those monsters placed the training hall so far north, and I don’t know how it operated? It was rarely visited and the place was vast. It was indeed a big obstacle for those who were interested in finding trouble for the monsters Xuanwu Training Hall.

Fang Changfei is very high, so he can see far.

There is a wind belt in the distance, and the wind there is a speed that is unattainable elsewhere, and it looks so cold that Fang Chang can clearly see the movements of the wind with his eyesight.

He lowered his head, noticed something was wrong, and then pressed the cloud head and returned to the ground.

On the snow slope, two figures fell there.

They were seriously injured on their heads, with blood sprinkled, and were very conspicuous on the ground.

One of the figures in blue clothes was a middle-aged man with a horned beard, a wide robe and big sleeves, and was not wearing thick. He judged that this person should be a practitioner, otherwise he would wear so little but be able to move in the snow and ice. It was really contrary to common sense.

Another figure in green clothes looked like a teenager, but Fang Chang found that there was still a demonic energy surging at the wound, as if his body functions were still trying to repair the injury. So this figure should be a monster.

I just don't know who they are?

Who beat them all down here with such heavy hands?

The attack was indeed very heavy. There was even a little brain and blood on the two of them, sticking to their hair. If Fang Chang ignored it, they would probably die here for half an hour at most if they had a weak breath.

Regarding these two questions, Fang Chang, who came here to find the monsters Xuanwu Training Hall, couldn't help but have a definite association.

So he decided to save the two of them and then ask.

Fang Chang reached out and stopped the injuries on their heads from deteriorating. Then he caught the two of them, found a place to leeward, took out the bamboo bed, and placed them on it to slow down the loss of their body temperature under the cold wind.

Since they are not mortals, Fang Chang did not have the ability to cure them instantly.

After looking at the sky, Fang Chang could feel that a blizzard was about to come. Seeing the two injuries on the bamboo bed next to him, he thought about it and decided to build a habitat first.

There is no firewood or easy-to-use bamboo in the snow. Under the snow layer, most of them are thick frozen soil, and even gravel is rare. However, there are also things suitable for building materials on this wasteland, that is, the thick ice and snow on the ground themselves.

Cut the hard snow into large pieces, build it up like a brick, make it into an arch like an arch bridge, and finally close it on it, and it is a sleaf. Such a sleaf can well withstand the cold wind outside and maintain the inside at a suitable temperature.

It's extremely cold outside, so it won't melt from outside.

And inside, it can even ignite.
Chapter completed!