MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 572 【melon seeds】

  Chapter 572 [Melon Seeds]

Although the Heavenly Court was just born, it had quite a grand occasion. While entertaining the cultivators, there were also musicians in charge of etiquette playing music, fairies in neon clothes performing dances, and fresh fruits and delicacies on the table. Although the water and fire are complete, the heavenly court has just been built, and there is no time to brew immortal wine.

  These newborn gods have extremely weak cultivation, but this is normal. After all, these newborn gods are essentially no different from mountain gods, land city gods and the like.

  But the next thing has already been properly arranged.

  The gods who returned from the meeting place in the world will soon receive the task of proclaiming the things that have been established in the heaven to the world.

  In this way, in addition to the original gods, practitioners and monsters watching the ceremony, the most numerous mortals in the world who are also the foundation of the world's living beings will also know that there is a heaven. The gods are all born of faith. When the heavenly court is praised by the world, the gods in the heavenly court will also gain an extremely solid anchor and foundation.

   This will last for a long time, and when this work is completed, the real grand occasion will appear in the heavenly court.

  Besides, Heavenly Court is also gradually beginning to straighten out its powers and responsibilities, and begins to try to directly manage the basic affairs of the world at a deeper level.

  For example, the Ministry of Rain has begun to try to distribute rain in various places, and has made detailed records to summarize the experience. As a supplement, some practitioners considered "qualified" were also awarded the five thunder rectification ceremony that could be used to pray for rain, and they were able to report the local drought situation.

  In short, although there were many affairs, the gods performed their own duties, and they quickly stabilized.

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  In the southwest, the climate is warm and humid. Even if it is winter at this time, it is not as cold as the Central Plains.

  Although Fang Chang has never seen snow here, he has also heard the people around him talk about it. No matter what year, if there is snow, many people will feel as if it is a new year. After the Heavenly Court was built and raised, he went to Bainiao Cliff for a while, and visited several friends nearby.

  Fang Chang made a lot of lighters on the cliff in advance, and gave them as new gadgets as small gifts. When they came to the door, they aroused the praise of some friends.

  Heavenly Court’s investigation of the ghost world started very early.

   After all, the reason for the establishment of the Heavenly Court was this matter, so after the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the old and new gods immediately formed relevant departments and quickly started to promote this matter.

  Fang Chang of the Ghost Realm once went there once, together with practitioner Miao Zhenyun, and found a guide. It was also the news he brought back, which made the gods in the world take action and establish a higher-level organization. So this time, he didn't intend to participate any more, but after leaving the southwest land, he headed back towards Yunzhong Mountain.

  The meeting lasted for a long time.

When Fang Chang left Yunzhong Mountain, it was still winter. Now on the way back, the snow has melted, the grass has sprouted, the land in the field has been turned over and is being cultivated, and there are many faded firecracker debris on the side of the road. There is also a little peaceful smell of gunpowder.

  The willow trees have already taken out new branches, and clusters are piled up on the roadside, especially on the banks of rivers and ditches. Another spring swallow is building a nest with mud in its mouth, flying in and out from the walls of other people's courtyards, repairing the old nest under the eaves where it grew up, and welcoming the new eggs that are about to be born.

  He did not walk in a straight line back to the mountain this time, nor did he consider the direction of Yunzhongshan.

  Fang Chang wandered aimlessly in the Central Plains, sometimes walking through villages and alleys and towns, and sometimes he chose fields to walk.

  Sometimes I think about it, if I describe the roads I have traveled, the places I have been to, and the scenery I have seen in these years, it will also be a wonderful work that can describe the geography of mountains and rivers. But Fang Chang didn’t want to write this. Even though he could recall every detail of his travels over the years, writing this thing is not very interesting, and it has no effect on the world. It can at most satisfy some people’s curiosity.

  Walking and walking, there was a farmland by the river not far ahead, and there were two little dolls in it, one of them was standing helplessly, the other was sitting on the ground and crying, his clothes were soaked through. A farmer next to him was leaning his **** on the tree stump beside him, with a very sad expression on his face, and he was about to change the little baby's drenched pants.

  Fang Chang walked some distance, walked to the edge of the field, and asked, "What's the matter, why are you crying like this?"

The wailing little doll was sobbing, but he couldn't explain clearly, but the boy next to him, who was a little older than him, explained that just now the father and son were going to come here to plant melons with a hoe, but the younger brother who was in charge of holding the melon seeds, While walking on the path by the river, my feet slipped and half of my body fell into the water.

   Fortunately, the elder brother and father were in front of them. The two fished it up in a hurry. It was just in time and nothing happened, but they lost all the melon seeds and drenched their pants. Seeing that he was in trouble and frightened, the younger baby sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Fang Chang said: "It's good for people to be okay. This path is by the river, so it's really dangerous. After the land thawed in spring, many places were soft. It seemed that the surface was completely dry, but the inside was still slippery with mud. In this way, I have some melon seeds here for you, you can try to plant them directly without soaking, and the melons produced are delicious."

  The farmer pondered for a while, thanked again and again and took it.

  Then he searched around, and found some firewood, built a small bonfire, and carefully dried the baby's drenched trousers. Cloth is a precious thing, especially now that spring has just arrived. According to the saying "spring covers autumn and freezes", it is very thick. If it is soaked in dirty river water, it will be too late to regret.

  Fang Chang turned and left, and the three father and son who roasted their pants behind him would switch to planting melons instead of mentioning it.

  The melon seeds sent out came from Xianqi Cliff. After years of cultivation, these melon varieties have become extraordinary. Each one is delicious and has a faint aura.

   As for whether the farmer and his son are destined to save the melon as a seed, that is their own business, Fang Chang is not going to remind. After these melons matured, whether they were eaten by one of them, or they were saved and spread to the surrounding area, was the fate of the father and son, and had nothing to do with Fang Chang.

  The spring plowing season in the mortal world under the mountain has gradually passed.

  The land on both sides of the road is still flat, and many roads have been drawn evenly by the plow on it. The color of the soil in the field seems to have been recently covered from the bottom to the surface. However, under the ground, seeds have been bred one after another. When the spring rain comes again, they will break through the soil and sprout, accepting the comfort of wind and sunshine.

  The climate on Xianqi Cliff is a bit colder than that at the bottom of the mountain, and it grows there. There is not much difference between farming earlier and later.

  However, Fang Chang walked halfway, and suddenly his spiritual sense moved slightly.

  So he left the main road, turned around, and walked north.

   Thank you for the authentic Lanzhou Beef Noodles and Drunken Dreams.

  (end of this chapter)