As the water man was completely formed, the thin hair shone brightly in the sun, and the details were just right.

If the material is not considered, it can be considered bright eyes and white teeth, which is very charming.

She walked gently to Fang Chang and gave a gift to Fang Chang, who nodded and replied.

The sound of the silence continued to echo on the Xianqi cliff.

The figure of this water man shaking, dancing with music, like a lotus spiral, the snow drifts, the wide sleeves dance gracefully, the belts are like a dragon, sometimes like the wind and clouds rolling, sometimes like weak willows supporting the wind, and what is extremely wonderful.

However, in this case, the audience was only Fang Chang who was blowing the drum.

After the song and the dance is over.

Fang Chang waved his hand, and the dancer in front of him gave another gift, dispersed again into water, and returned to the kitchen water tank.

Recently, he often did this. He took advantage of his inspiration to try some interesting magic. Although it took some effort to cast magic, fortunately, as long as he achieved his cultivation, various magic will naturally be able to do it. The Tao will not change, and the magic can change in a variety of ways.

It’s like a magic that has just transformed people with water, and is full of vitality and is very flexible. Although it is so sophisticated and complex, it is just a casual move.

Put your hand on your knees, Fang Chang quietly looked at the sky and around.

Today is cloudless, and the autumn air is clear and cool.

The warm sun unscrupulously spreads light and heat on the earth and mountains and rivers, looking around from the cliff, with a long sight, even at the extreme, it is still bathed in the brilliance of the sun. Of course, there are still shadows that appear where the sun is facing away from it.

What is freedom?

In Fang Chang's opinion, no matter how others think of this kind of life, at least I feel endless freedom.

After all, there are thousands of people, and their aesthetics and opinions are different.

Regarding Xiaoyao, some people think that Xiaoyao is to look far and wide, some people think that Xiaoyao is to break the constraints, and some people think that Xiaoyao is to do whatever he wants, well, what they say makes sense.

But with Fang Chang's understanding of this stage, only if you don't try to explain Xiaoyao can you have Xiaoyao.

People with a different mind, and people with a wise mind.

All deliberate intentions have lost their original intentions and fallen into inferiority.

Of course, as we continue to move forward on the road of cultivation, Fang Chang may have new understandings and new insights, which is what we will do in the future - let’s talk about it then.

This time I went down the mountain, I still walked with my heart.

However, there are considerable risks.

The great disaster is accumulated in the world, and various appearances are becoming more and more intense. As a practitioner, he was originally free and free. If he went down the mountain during the great disaster, he would often be forced into the disaster. He would be able to regain freedom until the sea is clear and the world is peaceful again.

However, Fang Chang was not afraid.

After all, I didn’t practice for anything.

Why do you need to practice for a certain goal? Practice is just practice, not for immortality, nor for seeking the Tao. Just think about it yourself, and you happen to have this fate, so you will naturally embark on the path of practice.

Even if one day's life is over, one will die naturally.

That's also something to celebrate and laugh.

Thinking of this, Fang Chang smiled slightly, got up from the recliner, put the pottery in his hand, and walked back to his room.

The house is already very decent. With the enrichment of metal tools and more labor time, various tools are very complete.

There are desks, chairs, cabinets, bookshelfs, and bedside tables. The only thing that has not changed much in the house is that the bed is still piled with firewood into a table-shaped bamboo board.

There are already several books on the bookshelf, some written by Fang Chang, and some are borrowed from the mountain god Zhang Chun and copied and bound.

The flames in the fire pit were not strong, so I added some firewood in the square long, filled the jar with spring water and placed it next to me, and then walked to the desk.

After adding water, he gently grinded the ink block, picked up the pen that had been soaked on the table, took out a piece of homemade bamboo paper, and wrote two lines of words.

After the ink on the paper was dry, Fang Chang thought about it, folded it in the form of an origami airplane, sighed gently, and threw it straight out of the window.

The paper plane flew straight up into the sky like a bird of swallows, then turned around and flew down the cliff.

…………

“Eh?”

The mountain god stayed in the cave and saw a paper object. He seemed to see all kinds of obstacles as nothing, and rushed in, hovering over his head, wondering in his heart, and couldn't help but make a sound.

He put down the spatula in his hand, untied the apron and placed it beside him, and wiped his hands with a cloth towel.

He raised his hand to grab the paper object that looked like a bird and a bat. The other party seemed to have spirituality and took the initiative to drill into the palm of Zhang Shanshen's hand, and then lost movement.

Seeing that there seemed to be handwriting inside, Zhang Chun gently expanded it according to the folding method.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Fang's letter."

The mountain god read the letter again, and then focused his attention on the words.

It is written that when he asks the god Zhang Shan when he has free time, he will visit him in the future and pick Hu Yun up the mountain together. If he writes back, he only needs to write the words on the blank part on the paper, fold it again and throw it away, and the paper will fly back to Xianqi Cliff.

The signature is Xianqi Cliff Square.

After praising this Feixin method in his heart, the mountain god thought about it, then walked to the table, soaked the pen and grinded the ink, and wrote in the blank space:

"I'm ready to wait anytime. In addition, this flat-headed bat is very exquisite and easy to use."

Unfortunately, I didn't know how to do this. The mountain god sighed in his heart while folding it down according to the crease.

This is much more convenient and fast than letting the animals in the mountains carry their feet.

It's really a thing of immortality.

After folding the "flat-headed bat" again according to the traces, Zhang Chun threw it away, and saw that it suddenly disappeared in his cave. He thought he had already gone outside and flew towards Xianqi Cliff.

He smiled, tied up his apron again, picked up the spatula and continued to stir-fry.

The chestnuts inside are almost ripe and can be used to serve guests later.

………

Fang Chang reached out to take the paper plane back, and was sitting at the desk drinking tea.

I have finished drinking last year. This was made from the new product at the beginning of this year. The technique is still awkward, but it has grown a lot. In addition, the spiritual charm on Xianqi Cliff is deeper every year, so the taste is better.

When he unfolded the paper plane and saw the mountain god's reply, Fang Chang raised his hand and drank the tea in one go.

Then he got up and put out the fire pit in the kitchen and bedroom and began to pack his luggage.

It was still wrapped in the blue cloth, with clothes for changing, my own "Practice Method" and "Practice Path", some scattered silver pieces, a rope, two packs of food snacks, a few pieces of miscellaneous items, and then a bag and rolled up to my back.

This time he didn't bring an umbrella.

Recently, Fang Chang has been carrying the Spirit Spring Sword on his back, but it has not been taken off now. Similarly, the wine gourd with spiritual charm is also hung around his waist, but the wine inside has been drunk and now it contains some clean water.

This is indeed a lightweight and simple operation.

After covering the wood door, Fang Chang and Liu Aniu, who was lying leisurely towards the sky on the inside of the stone gate, said, and then climbed down the plank road.

The plank road is convenient enough to no longer jump off the cliff.

He was about to pick up the little fox and go down the mountain.
Chapter completed!