Day and night alternate, the sun and moon rotate, and time passes quietly like water.
Another morning, the breeze blew, and yellow leaves fell.
Su Zimu sighed softly, feeling lost in his heart - in the blink of an eye, summer ended and autumn came, and it had been six months since he left Xianfang.
At this time in previous years, Xianfang would also welcome a wave of harvest. While it was still early, we would store some fruits and vegetables.
It's ridiculous to say it. Su Zimu originally thought that the monks were so capable that they couldn't lack food and clothing.
It wasn’t until I experienced it that I realized that the life of low-level monks was no better than that of ordinary people.
The productivity of this world is far inferior to that of the previous life, and it does not have such a rich material foundation. If the common state of ordinary people is poverty, the monks in the Immortal Workshop are at most a little rich.
What should be lacking is still lacking, and what should be lacking is still lacking.
The Xu family and his daughter can be regarded as wealthy households among casual cultivators, and Wan Xiong's situation is the norm among casual cultivators.
Of course, monks are monks. As long as they can look down and bend down, how can they survive without worrying about food and clothing? The only worry is how to obtain enough resources for practice.
Another gust of autumn wind blew by, and among the rustling, fallen leaves were flying.
Su Zimu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw the stick. At the same time, his consciousness marked two fallen leaves.
Two clicks, the short stick hit accurately.
Su Zimu immediately marked more targets, and the short stick turned sharply repeatedly, hitting more than a dozen fallen leaves in a row, before stalling and falling because the angle of rotation was too small.
Taking back his short stick, Su Zimu sighed deeply. He had become familiar with the sword technique and it was time to leave.
You came alone and left with nothing, but you can’t be careless about the preparations you need to make.
In the past few months, he did not eat fish all the time, but occasionally caught some fresh game, and successively killed two tigers and seven leopards, as well as four bears and five wolves.
The leathers I saved were all thrown into the ring, and when I got to a place with people, I could sell them for a certain amount of money.
You also need to prepare supplies for the journey.
The Qiankun Ring did not have the extraordinary function of freezing time, and there was no refrigerator or freezer, so Su Zimu could only find other ways to preserve food.
The simplest one is the beggar system. It doesn’t matter whether it’s chicken, fish or meat. After it’s roasted, it’s sealed with mud and thrown into the ring. I’m afraid it’s too much, but it’ll be fine if it’s stored for seven or eight days.
Faced with unsolvable difficulties, Su Zimu, a foodie, secretly made up his mind to develop a frozen Qiankun bag in the future to benefit the entire spiritual practice world!
Of course, it is not certain whether the spiritual practice world needs his blessings.
In addition to preparing food, Su Zimu also found a few big trees, cut them down, dragged them to the lake, hollowed them out to make a canoe, and then connected them together to make a boat.
He also built a hut on the boat and prepared a spare stove.
There is no such thing as climbing over mountains and ridges.
After a whole day of busy work, I finally got ready. At night, I lay in a tree hole unable to sleep, and my thoughts drifted away uncontrollably.
After leaving, he planned to find a place with people to confirm his location, and then find a way to go to Qingyun Mountain to deliver Mo Wen's relics to Zhuang Qiuyi.
But what next?
He really wanted to return to Xianfang, but the Blood Demon Cult was like a thorn in his throat, making him hesitate and find it difficult to make a decision.
Forget it, let’s wait until we get to Qingyun Mountain.
At dawn the next day, Su Zimu had already stood up, pushed the raft he had built yesterday into the lake, fixed the short stick on the raft, and manipulated the short stick to push the raft away from the shore.
After a while, the wooden boat left the lake driven by the current and went down the winding river.
As early as when he was at the bottom of the lake, Su Zimu asked where this place was. Mo asked and said that this is the edge of Zhongning Mountain in the west of Qizhou. To the west is the depth of the mountains with a radius of thousands of miles, to the east is the hinterland of Qizhou, north and south.
They are Jiangzhou and Yuzhou respectively.
There is no doubt that going down the river is the best choice - in ancient times, productivity was underdeveloped, and rivers were often the most important and most convenient means of transportation, so most villages and cities were not far from rivers.
Therefore, unless you are extremely lucky and drift into the sea in one breath, you will definitely encounter villages and towns along the way.
However, the land of Yizhou in this world is obviously much larger than in the previous life. The wooden boat drifted along the river for seven days, and the two sides were still surrounded by hills and virgin forests that could not be seen at a glance.
On the sixth day, Su Zimu was suddenly awakened by a thunder explosion. The sky had been clear just a moment ago, but in a moment it was covered with dark clouds, strong winds and heavy rain poured down, and the water surface rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Su Zimu was so frightened that he didn't even care about the wooden boat. He jumped to the shore, climbed up a big tree in twos and twos, dug a tree hole and hid in it.
When he was at the lake, he encountered two heavy rains, one of which almost flooded the tree holes.
Only then did he understand why the trees by the lake were so thick.
The most important thing at the moment is safety, and the boat should be rebuilt.
The heavy rain raged for two days and two nights. When the rain stopped, Su Zimu stood on a tree more than ten meters high and looked far into the distance. Everywhere he could see was filthy flood water.
In the water, many old and sturdy trees remained standing, while many trees that were not strong enough had their roots broken and were driven wildly by the flood.
However, in just half a day, the flood completely receded, as fast as a dream.
Su Zimu built a new boat and continued to sail down the river.
On the eighth day, Su Zimu saw the damaged No. 1 boat on a big tree by the river.
On the fourteenth day, Su Zimu, who was bored, was sitting on the bow of the boat, looking around boredly. Suddenly he saw a person on the shore in front of him, lying on the shore washing something.
He immediately cheered up and stood far away on the bow of the boat, waving vigorously: "Hey——"
Su Zimu was about to say hello, and then he got closer and asked carefully where he was.
Unexpectedly, when the man heard the shouting, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He didn't want anything to wash, ran away regardless, and disappeared deep into the jungle in the blink of an eye.
Su Zimu was instantly petrified. What's going on?
Seeing that there were many flowers and plants left on the shore, I immediately understood that the other person was a herb collector walking in the mountains.
There are many herbal collectors in the Immortal Square. These people are not as vigilant as usual. They are better when they are in the Immortal Square. Once they enter the mountains, they are like mice. They hide and hide all day long and never hide.
Walking with anyone is like hiding some precious fairy grass in your body, and everyone looks like a robber.
There is no choice but to give up.
It wasn't until the wooden boat was out of sight that the hiding herb collector crawled in like a woodchuck.
On the nineteenth day, there were fewer and fewer hills on both sides of the river, and the trees were much sparser.
Two days later, large areas of fertile farmland appeared on the shore.
Su Zimu's eyes filled with tears. Heaven and earth, I finally see popularity!
