Three poles on the sun, Kunlun back mountain.

Jiang Yuan held a large iron box in both hands and a backpack on his back, and walked on the rugged mountain road with the little white bear.

This is where he prepares to go back to his residence.

At this time, three days have passed since the visit to the military exercise.

For the first two days, he lived in Kunlun Qianshan, within the sect, and arranged some secular chores.

And the Shangqing sect placed in front of people on Kunlun Mountain can actually only be regarded as the front yard of Shangqing Dao.

Although both the descendants and the true legends have residences there, for the sake of purity, they still spend most of their time in the endless Kunlun Mountains.

Well, it's still the kind of Qing Xiu that plays its own way.

Although there is also a relatively large Taoist temple in the back mountain where all the true legends and descendants can live, there are still many people who like to escape the world alone.

Jiang Yuan is like this.

This time when he returned to the mountain, he was going to leave a golden book for the true heirloom before going down the mountain, and how much he could comprehend at that time would depend on their own talent.

As for the jade book, of course, it can only be practiced by the descendants.

Of course, these true legends have all been tested by supernatural powers, and although most of them have selfish intentions, there is no big problem.

After all, how many people in the world are unselfish?

Jiang Yuan felt that he was very selfish, and compared his heart to his heart, the selfishness of those true heirs was nothing.

Walking through the mountain road, crossing the trail, and slowly walking up a clear stream, Jiang Yuan finally came to a clearing located in the interior of Kunlun Mountain after two hours.

The open space is about 20 acres in size, and the flat ground is full of knee-high weeds, and in the middle there is a pool of water about 300 square meters with a clear underground spring.

Occasionally, a fish leaps up in the waterhole, and then is swept away by the birds hovering in the sky.

Not far from the waterhole are five houses side by side, about a meter high above the ground.

The house has been left untended for a long time, and it has been crawling with vines, which looks a little deserted.

About 20 meters from the house is a small five-meter square vegetable garden surrounded by a fence.

In the open space in front of the house, in the ravine in the vegetable garden, there is a row of small bamboo pipes, which are used to divert water.

However, because no one takes care of them all year round, these bamboo pipes have been broken and leaked, and they can't play much role in thinking.

Walking to the place where the stream was turbulent, and patting the waterwheel in front of him that had been spinning for more than ten years, the corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth immediately turned up slightly.

This waterwheel was made by Lao Dao and Lao Dao when he was still there.

He remembered that it was a snowy day, and the old waterwheel in the river finally collapsed a few days before the new year after running for an unknown number of years.

Then Jiang Yuan followed the old way to cut down trees and take branches, and spent a few days manually making the waterwheel in front of him.

However, listening to the squeak of the waterwheel, it is estimated that it is time to scrap it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan took advantage of the mana in the dantian and began to repair the waterwheel.

Mana can start a fire out of thin air, or it can take water out of nothing, so repairing a waterwheel assembled with a mortise and tenon structure is naturally not a problem.

After a while, he withdrew his right hand pressed on the waterwheel, and looking at the old appearance of the waterwheel, Jiang Yuan showed a smile on his face.

The appearance has not changed, but the material inside has been strengthened by Jiang Yuan with mana.

It would be an exaggeration to say that it is as hard as iron, but to restore its material to the same strength as new wood, Jiang Yuan can still do it.

patted the waterwheel about three meters high in front of him, and Jiang Yuan immediately beckoned to the little white bear who was spreading joy in the stream:

"Xiaobai, let's go."

"Whew~"

The little white bear howled with one mouth, and then plunged into the water, and when he leaned out again, he had bitten a fish about the size of two palms of an ordinary person in his mouth.

Watching the little white bear hold the fish in front of him, and then sitting on the ground and sticking out his tongue to look at himself, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but smile and touch its head.

"I didn't hurt you in vain."

Using mana to dry the little white bear's hair, Jiang Yuan picked up the fish on the ground and removed the scales, bones, and internal organs from the fish with a stroke of his hand.

He casually threw these things into the stream, and then Jiang Yuan carried the silent fish and led the little white bear to the hut closest to the stream.

Walking up the slightly decayed wooden stairs to the hut, pushing open the door that had already accumulated dust, looking at the kitchen that had not changed in the slightest from the last time he left, but was full of dust, Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand a little further.

The next moment, a small tornado appeared in the center of the kitchen, sweeping away all the dust that had accumulated in the room for years.

Reaching out to take the pitch-black mud ball composed of dust, he took it in his hand and rubbed it casually, Jiang Yuan threw it on the grass outside the house.

Reaching out and flicking the sparkling fish, and putting it on the already clean stove, Jiang Yuan turned around and took the little white bear out of the kitchen.

He's not in a hurry to eat.

Even eating for him in this matter is nothing more than to satisfy his appetite.

If it was about absorbing energy, what could be more suitable than the elixir he had forcibly condensed with Xiao Ao?

Cleaning the room to remove the dust, breaking off branches to repair the dilapidated parts of the house, combing the vines that climb on the house, cutting bamboo to divert water, collecting firewood for fire......

For the next half day, I tinkered with the five huts, and even dug up a lot of flowers and plants in the forest and planted them on the edge of the huts.

By sunset, the five dilapidated huts were in new shape.

The emerald green vines were combed by Jiang Yuan, and they climbed on the eaves of the walls in a staggered manner.

The weeds above the clearing were far from clearing, but it took a little mana to cut their height to the ankle level, allowing for a wider view.

He also used his mana to make a lot of flower pots, and then planted the flowers and plants picked in the woods into the pots, and then put them on the balcony outside the house.

On top of the pot is an aqueduct made of freshly cut bamboo.

The clear water of the stream is led by a waterwheel from the stream to the bamboo basket, which then leads it to the bamboo pipe.

The stream flowed down the bamboo pipes, past five small cabins, around the small vegetable garden, and finally settled in the ditch outside the vegetable garden.

As the water flows down the bamboo pipe through the flower pots and vegetable gardens, small droplets of water fall from the bamboo pipes and then drip on the crisp branches and leaves.

This is Jiang Yuan cut a thin crack in the bamboo pipe, so that the water can be poured on the flowers and trees below.

Snap your fingers and use your mana to clean your body, and sit on the newly made chaise longue to boil yourself a pot of fresh water.

Shaking the recliner and watching the little white bear fluttering moths on the grass, listening to the sounds of nature, Jiang Yuan even suddenly had the idea that it would not be bad to live like this.

He shook his head and pressed the thought to the bottom of his heart.

The general trend has opened, and he has stepped into the red dust.

Nowadays, it is impossible to get out.

Not to mention that he wants to ask for immortality, even if he doesn't ask for immortality, countless people will come to ask him to come out of the mountain.

The people of Sanqingdao, Daomen, the Academy of Sciences, the government, and even those who only have a glimpse of the slightest wisp of information will not allow him to go down like this.

People in the rivers and lakes are indeed involuntarily.

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not completely dark, Jiang Yuan walked to the vegetable garden next to the house and picked some old ingredients, and then walked towards the kitchen.

Stealing half a day of leisure, today may be the most leisurely day in a short period of time.