MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 587 【Time has changed】

  Chapter 587 [Time has changed]

  There are always rumors in the world that "a day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world", but in fact, life on the mountains is different from the outside, and it is not easy to feel the passage of time, at least in the mountains in the clouds. The green leaves in the mountains turned yellow and fell. With the efforts of plants and water, the mountains around Xianqi Cliff have been transformed a lot.

Plants grow and spread in competition with each other, water flow changes and washes away, and rocks also collapse in the wind and sun, and then they are decomposed by moss and ferns so that they can't see their original appearance, so the places that could have been passed are tightly blocked. There are more roads on the cliffs.

  Of course, the creatures with the strongest ability to modify the environment are creatures with hands and feet that use tools.

  For Yun Zhongshan, Fang Chang, who likes to wander around in the mountains, is the biggest reformer in this mountain. His feet stepped on many roads, and the tools in his hands excavated, felled, collected, and sometimes dredged and leveled the mountains as he pleased.

  The second is the human beings at the foot of the mountain. Day by day, the number of human beings continues to grow, and the range of activities continues to spread to the mountains, eroding the territory originally occupied by Tranquility. Woodcutters and hunters are active in the surrounding area, but they don't go deep—the blessing of Tuolinxi Village to plant medicine, and now the profession of medicine picker has less and less future around Yunzhong Mountain.

   Kaka Kaka—

Using small pliers, Fang Chang gently wedged a few small nails against the glass surface into the surrounding wooden frame, and then hung the photo frame on the wall. He took two steps back to see the effect, feeling very satisfied .

  There are now two pairs of mirror frames on the wall, which is different from the traditional mounting method, but it is also quite regular and easy to clean. The picture he just hung up was a black and white photo taken in the direction of Xianqi Cliff in the welcoming pavilion by the cliff.

  The structure of the camera tool is not complicated. There is a wooden box, a hole is punched in the front to install a lens, and a glass silver salt film is placed inside, and it can be done. In comparison, it is more difficult to prepare the various materials used for washing. Fortunately, he has almost unlimited time, so as long as he is interested, he can do it slowly. Of course, he also recorded the process in a book and named it "Photography", which was placed on the bookshelf and can be given to someone who has a chance.

The angle of the photo is chosen very well, and the content of the scene is very rich, such as the big tree by the cliff, the gourd vine beside the Zaoke stone, the hexagonal pavilion in the center of Jasper Lake, the Huanhua Creek by the cliff, the towering ginkgo tree in front of the unnamed hall, and the vegetable border beside the hall. All the electric poles in the field were photographed in this photo. Although it is only black and white, but because it is so clear, it is not difficult to imagine the gorgeous colors in the picture.

In the frame next to   , there is Fang Chang's painting, which is also located in the welcoming booth, and the viewing angles are exactly the same. Although it is not as detailed as the photo next to it, but it does not use the technique of ink and wash, but several colors, and it is painted by himself, which is very vivid.

  Two sets of works with the same perspective and different styles on the wall complement each other. Fang Chang nodded, packed up the tools such as pliers and nails on the table, put them back in the workshop, and then looked at the clouds in the sky.

  There have been no major events in the world in the past hundred years, and there are also no major events on the cliff.

  Fang Changzhai lived in Yunzhongshan, and he never went out, even Yunzhongshan. Even Linxi Village, which is only a few hills away from Xianqi Cliff, he has only seen from a distance while strolling in the mountains. As for the prosperity of its development, he doesn't need to see it with his own eyes, he can tell from a distance.

  The only thing that has more contact with the outside world is the mountain temple of Zhangshan God and the gradually formed surrounding villages.

  The mountain temple that used to stay alone in the wilderness, now after years of changes, is still surrounded by incense all day long, and there is an endless stream of people who come to offer incense and pray for blessings. And relying on the pilgrims here, especially the industries that have arisen from the official roads stopping here, many people have grown around the mountain temple, and then a village has been formed.

  Fang Chang would occasionally bring some products from the cliff to visit Zhang Shanshen, played two games of chess, learned some new things happening in the world, and also witnessed the rise of that small mountain village from scratch. A few generations later, "there is a small village around the mountain temple" has become a matter of course.

  Take another trip to the world?

  This idea is given action.

  So far, Fang Chang has become able to do whatever he wants, and for a person with no worries and cares, it is extremely easy to go down the mountain. From the backpack that had not been used for nearly a hundred years at the head of Baiyu's bed, I simply sorted out the items inside, put some books I wrote in it, and then straddled the wine gourd placed by the desk on my waist, and took off the bag hanging on the wall. The scabbard, and then walked out of the hall and locked the door.

  Gently beckoning, there was the sound of dragons chant and phoenix cries rising from the Lingjian Spring, a bright golden light flashed instantly, stopped around Fang Chang, circled happily, and put it into the sheath. However, the Lingquan Sword, which has been stored in the Lingjian Spring for hundreds of years, was summoned out. As soon as it came out of the water, its aura even stirred up a gap in the white clouds in the sky.

  Fang Chang didn't jump off the cliff this time, but walked down the plank road honestly.

  The plank road has been rotten over the years, and Fang Chang has carried out many repairs. He deliberately chose strong and corrosion-resistant wood to make the quality of the plank road better. The granary on the edge of the cliff was already full of grain, so Fang Chang even reduced the amount of staple grain planted, mainly consuming the stock.

  Looking at the celestial phenomena, the past hundred years in the mortal world have been smooth and the weather has been good, and the grain has been plentiful.

  The pond under the cliff has been washed all the year round, and it has become deeper and deeper, and the edge of the pond has been slowly eroded and peeled off by the water, which has enlarged the pond a little. The woods grew denser and taller, and the old and new were constantly changing, making it increasingly difficult to see the formation that Fang Chang had set up here. Even Fang Chang can vaguely perceive the position of the formation eye only by relying on spiritual perception and memory.

  Linxi Village has now become Linxi Town. It not only expands out of the mountain, but also expands into the mountain, so the number of hills between it and Xianqi Cliff has been reduced by half. Of the half of the mountain peaks included in Linxi Village, a small part was built with houses, and more of them were opened up as medicine fields.

There is no one I knew back then, and there are not many centenarians in the world. Even the children who met Fang Chang have now turned into loess in the tomb. Lin Hai, who embarked on the road to wealth, has passed away for decades.

  So he was walking on the road in Linxi Town, but no one from back then greeted him. In addition, the business here is now prosperous, and there are many guests from the south to the north, and the few strangers on the street are not conspicuous. Fortunately, after the county government upgraded this place to a town, it sent permanent officials and police officers. With them, the law and order on the street is not bad.

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