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On this day, Fang Chang was carrying a thick vine basket and holding a bronze axe in his hand. When he was walking in the mountains, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Eh?”

He noticed his own abnormality and stopped and felt it quietly. After a few breaths, he realized that his muscles were sore and soft, his internal organs were discomfort, and his breathing was short and his five senses were covered with dust.

Oops, this is sick.

And the illness comes like a mountain of illness...

There are still several hills away from Xianqi Cliff. I had no choice but to use my magic power to focus on my legs, guided it with my remaining spirit, and jumped quickly in the mountains to go home. I could reach a hundred feet in one step, and my speed was much higher than usual. However, this posture was like a kangaroo and a hare, and he felt very indecent.

But he didn't care about so much at the moment. After coming to the cliff, Fang Chang quickly walked into the yard and returned to his bamboo and wood hut.

He forced himself to remove the basket behind him, poured more than a dozen fruits and five or six potatoes inside into the house, threw the bronze axe in his hand into the basket, and then put the basket on the side, took the Lingquan sword behind him and leaned against the bed, and suddenly lay on the bamboo couch.

call--

He is feeling even more uncomfortable now.

This is a small disaster in practice. A few days ago, Fang Chang had a vague premonition of danger, but he didn't expect that he would be here.

Lying on the bamboo couch, he felt himself quietly.

Sour, numb, painful, itchy... Various feelings all came, making him feel like he was thrown into a pan and fryed, or like he was thrown into a basin, and it was in great pain. This was caused by disasters, not an ordinary disease. Although it was not fatal at all, it could be cured naturally after a period of time, but it was still very uncomfortable.

The feeling of being unwell and being bedridden was a while after Fang Chang traveled through time, maybe it was because his soul and body were incompatible.

But since embarking on the path of cultivation, Fang Chang has not experienced any illness so far.

After a small achievement of his practice, he has become a half-improved immortal body, not invading cold and heat, not afraid of hunger and cold, not to mention cold, fever, malaria and other diseases. Now he is suddenly lying in bed, and he still feels a little novelty.

Fang Chang knew that if he could use the true secrets in the book now, he would cure it after a few times and survive this disaster.

However, it is actually better not to cure this time.

In essence, it is a disaster for practice. This is not a real disease. The real disease is also ineffective for him, a practitioner. As a kind of disaster, of course, it is the most beneficial for practice.

In his spiritual premonition, Fang Chang knew that this should be the last time he got sick, and it would be the last time he had a vague premonition.

After this time, I will be free from all diseases, and no matter how many disasters there are, I don’t even know the types of disasters like this time. At least I can know the form of disasters, as well as the start time and end time, so that I can have sufficient opportunities to greet or avoid them.

"bite--"

The Lingquan Sword leaning against the bed buzzed clearly, then half an inch from the ground and half an inch from the bed, floating there, as if he had noticed that his master was inappropriate and was about to shine.

After hearing this, Fang Chang turned his head and looked at his sword and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm just a small disaster. It'll be fine in a few days, there's no danger."

The Lingquan Sword landed again, and the thousands of streams of light disappeared again, and the sword became unpresent again, and it seemed a little dark and old. However, Fang Chang did not pay attention to this. He lay down again, looked at the roof and closed his eyes gently, and then rested.

The disease is like a thread being drawn...

Fang Chang just lay on the bed like this, and after a day of vagueness, the water and rice had not entered. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. This was another day. Fortunately, after he achieved success in his practice, if he did not eat and drink water, he would only be thirsty and hungry and would not have any other reactions.

Of course, it has not gone to the cliff to practice these two mornings.

On the third day, after he was a little more energetic, he forced himself to raise the fire pit and roasted all the potatoes collected before he got sick. He ate two of them voraciously, boiled water and made some tea, and used two fruits to serve. After one set, he felt that his strength was slightly recovered and he was no longer so sore and soft.

"It's much better, it seems that I was the hardest to be over the past two days."

Fang Chang smiled, lay back on the bamboo couch and continued to rest.

Whether for practitioners or ordinary people, sufficient rest is very effective for most diseases. After all, rest can strengthen the foundation and strengthen the body and strengthen oneself to better deal with external evil.

Fortunately, no one came to visit this time.

The mountain god Zhang Chun seemed to have something to do and did not send another invitation to Fang Chang. Moreover, there were no one else on the Xianqi cliff, except for the carving on the tree by the cliff and the bull demon next to the stone ring by the cliff.

The eagle just forages and builds a nest every day, and then stares at the cliff, and does not settle down on the cliff. A Niu has a gentle personality. He just serves to go down the field all day long, and goes to the cliff to find some grass to eat. The rest lie by the stone ring, looking at the waterfalls and clouds under the cliff, and never disturbs Fangchang, which is very worry-free.

In this way, it was not until six or seven days later that he felt better.

Standing up from the bed and eating the last fruit, Fang Chang suddenly felt a lighter on his body!

Even my cultivation has improved a little more.

"Ha ha."

He laughed, pushed the door open and looked at the sunshine in the sky.

It was almost noon, and the sun was at its peak, and thousands of bright lights were blooming towards the earth, dyeing the clouds in the sky and the peaks and mountains below clearly and brightly. The stones reflected white light, and the dense green grass and trees in summer were refreshing. Occasionally, animals, birds and animals appeared and revealed delicious food.

With a long and square eye, you can see the fine grass and flowers on the cliff, all flowing with vitality.

What a blessed place for your personal life!

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For the next two months, Fang Chang stayed in the mountains.

Every day, he carried a basket and an axe, carried a Lingquan sword on his body and strolled around the mountains of Yunzhong, picking some wild game, hunting some small beasts to go back to cook, and often tasted the new plants to experience the effects and types.

The mountain god Zhang Chun invited him a few times.

It seems that just recently, the god Zhang Shan got this chess record from those who went up the mountain to sacrifice. He was constantly studying it and was fascinated by it. In front of the temple of the mountain god, the big stone with a chessboard was being used by the god Zhang Shan Shan god all day and night. It was always filled with various ancient and modern situations, and from time to time, the mountain god next to him slaps and sucks his hands and exclaims.

During the rest of the time, Fang Chang stayed on Xianqi Cliff, paying attention to the millet seedlings in the fields, and checking the gourd vines on the edge of the cliff. At the same time, he would follow the customs every day, sit on the big rock on the edge of the cliff and practice a set of guidance techniques, or set aside his own fence courtyard.

In addition, he did not stop the manufacturing steps, such as rattan weaving, casting, burning pottery, making bricks and tiles, woodworking and polishing, etc.... The tools and materials of his shed, and even charcoal fuel, have been increasing.
Chapter completed!