Traveling at two points and one line is boring, but most people in the world are traveling at these two points and one line, which is very rigid. That is, from the starting point to the planned purpose, after completing the planned content, then go back directly. In this case, the only thing that brings is fatigue and emptiness, which is far less comfortable than sleeping on the couch at home.

Because there are too many restrictions in ordinary people's lives, either for the sake of doing things, time limits, concerns and concerns, or just for traveling, just obsessions.

But the face is different. He has infinite time and easy clothes for mortals.

When I came here to find a disciple, I walked slowly according to the general direction in the spiritual consciousness until the moment the predetermined fate came, and he was even more free and unrestrained on the journey back.

Don’t rush back to Yunzhong Mountain. Things on Xianqi Cliff are just things and don’t become concerns. Fang Chang didn’t even choose the direction of Yunzhong Mountain to return, but walked forward aimlessly and leisurely. On the way, he encountered villages, towns, cities, valleys, and mountains. He would enter as soon as he wanted to enter, and if he didn’t want to enter, he would not enter as much as he wanted to visit. Whether to visit was only one's own mind.

Observing things in the world from a pure outsider's perspective is always an interesting experience, whether it is weddings, funerals, joys and sorrows. Although observing these has no effect on the improvement of cultivation, he still left this habit, just like his appreciation of the scenery on both sides on the way.

Now that he has a high level of cultivation, his long cloud head is already very fast, but he still doesn't like to drive the clouds. Instead of floating in the sky with his feet on the clouds and mist, he still likes to measure the earth with his feet, walk slowly, and watch slowly. After all, after practicing, time is long and there is no need to hurry up.

He raised his right hand and Fang Chang chewed on the pancake with green onions in his hand, and then slowly chewed it. It’s a pity that there were not many pedestrians by the river, otherwise if someone turned his head and saw Fang Chang’s eating action, he would definitely feel that this eating look was very appetizing.

Walking around the world, Fang Chang has seen a lot of foods called "pancakes", but this portion in his hand is the staple food of the people around him. The ingredients are diverse, whether it is wheat, millet, sorghum, beans, buckwheat, or sweet potato, you can make pancakes.

Every household here has a large iron scallion with a diameter of several feet. After heating it, pour the paste on it and scrape it flat. Then you can make pancakes that are round as round as silver moon, as big as the mouth of a jar, as thin as paper, are portable and very resistant to storage. If you are in this way, it is the most common way to eat them. If you have a wealthy family, you will also use pancakes to roll up all kinds of dishes.

When Fang Chang passed by a village, he spent a few copper coins to buy a stack of pancakes and put them in a bag. As for onion sauce, he had already carried it with him.

The river water in front of me was very clear, and you could clearly see the river sand and water plants below, as well as swimming fish and shrimps, and at the same time, it reflected the blue sky and three or five white clouds blown into thin strands of white clouds by the wind.

There are several small boats moored by the river, with oars and fishing nets on it, which should be tools used by the villagers on the riverside to make fishing.

Fang Chang has good eyesight and can also see salted fish hanging on the walls in the distant village.

It should have been close to the seaside, because he felt the subtle smell of the sea from the blowing wind. He finished eating the pancakes in his hand in a few bites and walked towards the direction of the wind.

Since I have come here, I will go and take a look at the sea.

This river originates from a mountain a hundred miles inland. It is not long, so there is not much water gathered or very wide. The river flows into the sea and becomes a mudflat with lush reeds growing. There are many sea birds and beasts in the middle. It is actually very lively in the barren.

There is no one living in the reed sank flats, after all, it is very humid inside. It is very long and walked along the coast. After leaving this reed forest, I saw the village. There is a very conspicuous place in the village here, that is, outside each village, there are reed stacks like forests, all withered and dried, and it should have been accumulated over the years.

However, the fields here are poor, and the people often make salt.

Among the salt-cooking utensils, the fastest consumption is nothing more than utensils and firewood. Equipment such as iron pots and pottery jars can also be sold outside, and fuel can only be counted on these reeds that grow and cut every year.

Mr. Fang stood in the distance and looked around, but did not go in.

After all, there is a huge high-quality salt mine on the back mountain. The little coarse salt obtained by people here rely on cooking is small in quantity, many impurities, poor in taste, and not good in taste, and unattractive.

Further south, there is a bay.

The sunset slowly fell from the west, and took away the last trace of afterglow that sprinkled on the waves on the shore. After the golden light at the slash of waves disappeared, the bay suddenly became noisy. Several fish swam here, alarming the plankton in the sea, and then the originally dim beach suddenly shone with light.

The blue glow of plankton spreads over the entire bay.

It turned out that there were countless glowing jellyfish gathered in this water area. Fang Chang was excited to see this, so he walked directly to the sea. The water he gently stepped on left a long string of footprints, which took him a long time to disperse.

I was in great interest tonight, so Fangchang simply walked south along the coast under the night.

The moon also rose, and its clear reflection was on the sea, which was divided into fine beads and jade by waves from time to time, and then gathered together again.

"Hey, someone is crying?"

The long ears are very strong, and the night is dark, and he can hear the movements in the distance.

Without changing his speed, he walked for two hours before he saw the source of the crying. There were dozens of families in the valley by the sea, one of which was open with a large door, with a thin coffin in the middle, and several old and weak heads wrapped in white cloth, and they were crying and burning paper.

This was a common situation. Fang Chang looked at it and was about to pass by here and continue to go south. Suddenly, he realized that the coffin was empty, with only two shoes.

So Fang Chang walked in, bowed slightly to the spirit position, and then asked:

"What happened here in the master's house?"

Hearing this question, a middle-aged woman inside said with a sad face: "There is a king in the mountains who loves to eat people the most. When my husband went out, he was caught and eaten by the king."

"Well? There is such a thing?" Fang Chang said in surprise, "Did the court care?"

"Originally, someone was in charge of it, but the state was drought, and the yamen were busy praying for rain and begging for no way. Moreover, the king seemed to have a way out. It is said that one of the people who went to sue before was arrested and eaten halfway. Poor my husband died tragically, and now there is nowhere to complain about his grievances." The young woman covered her face and sobbed, "The king even needs to add salt to eat people."
Chapter completed!