Walking into the cave is a cave-like corridor, but Fang Zheng feels that it is very spacious here, but the light of the fire fold in his hand is dim, and it is difficult to make a specific judgment. After walking about 20 steps, Fang Zheng felt as if he had come to a hall-like place, he stopped, raised the fire in his hand and wiped it off the surrounding stone walls, and when he got closer, he found that there were oil lamps on the cave walls, and there was still a lot of lamp oil, so he took the fire fold and lit the oil lamps directly. The light instantly brightened a lot, and Fang Zheng also saw more oil lamps, so he simply lit them all. At this time, the whole picture of this place also appeared in front of me. Sure enough, it is a hall-like location, and although the stone walls on all sides are slightly rough but angular, there are obvious artificial traces on them. The whole hall is about forty square meters, and there are two square openings in the left wall that are the size of normal doors. The corridor where the square enters is on the right side of the hall.

There were twelve oil lamps in all, and the hall was so bright that you could see what was going on inside the two openings on the left. In one of the holes there appears to be something in the shape of a large tripod. In the middle of the hall are two things, a table and a chair, both of which are made of stone. There was still a simple tea set on the table, and nothing else.

"It seems that if there is anything really unusual, it can only be in those two holes," thinking so, Fang Zheng walked towards the hole that seemed to be a big ding. After entering, Fang Zheng really found two more oil lamps, and after Yiyi lit them, he could already see the situation in the cave. It is still as boxy as a house, and it should have taken a lot of effort to hollow out the rocks to make such a cave, and Fang Zheng felt that it should be a stone room to be precise. The area here is not large, it should be less than twenty square meters, but in the middle of the stone room is really a big ding, nearly the height of a person, the thickness of two hugs, obviously a behemoth, Fang Zheng can't see what it is for. It must be more than enough to take a bath, but no one will take a bath with a big tripod with a lid, right? The big tripod should be made of bronze, which is the judgment made by Fang Zheng looking at the patina on the tripod. There was a wooden shelf on the left and right against the wall, on which were some bottles and cans, and Fang Zheng stepped forward to look at it and didn't know what it contained, but it didn't move lightly.

After reading here, Fangzheng naturally went to another room. It is still lit first, the same size as the next door, but it is simpler, there is a futon in the middle of the stone room, and there is a low table in front of the futon, and there are a few books and a few jade slips on the low table. There was nothing else in the entire stone chamber.

Fang Zheng was standing in front of the short table at the moment with a book and looking at it, with a strange look on his face, as if surprised, excited, and sighing.

It turned out that what Fang Zheng was holding was a will, or an autobiography written by the owner himself, which told his life in detail. According to the book, this person named Zhu Yanjun was born in a county called Ping'an County in Liangguo, his father was a famous businessman in Ping'an County, he had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, but he liked to look for immortals and asked, until he was seventeen years old when his father suddenly died, and Ping'an County came at this time an "old fairy", "turning stones into gold, predicting good luck" omnipotent. He felt his chance. So after scattering all his wealth, he finally got the favor of the "old fairy" and promised to accept him as a disciple, but he didn't want the "old fairy" to take him to a mine and sell him as a mining slave and disappear. He dug in that mine for three months, and after suffering humiliation, he finally found a chance to escape. I don't know if it's God's favor or this young master's time, after escaping from the mine, he accidentally broke into a relic of an immortal cultivator, and finally embarked on the path of cultivation after obtaining some exercises and elixirs. Either because of his qualifications, or because the predecessor who was inherited by him was originally just a casual cultivator with some fame in alchemy, and was not proficient in the art of immortality. In short, this "Zhu Gongzi" stumbled for decades and then stopped in front of the gate of heaven and could not be saved, so he traveled all the way, and when he came here, the limit was approaching, so he felt his own experience, left the exercises he had obtained and some of the pills he had refined, and then wrote an autobiography and went out to look for opportunities with his will to die.

Fang Zheng looked at it with some emotion, and also a little funny, this "Zhu Gongzi" is also a strange person, not only has experienced ups and downs, but his personality is a little eccentric, he left an autobiography and is obviously a person who cares more about fame, but he has shed the exercises and pills, but he can see that this is not only generous but also knows gratitude. Also, if you are not generous, how can you scatter all your wealth to find immortals? Fang Zheng sighed silently.

"It seems that immortality is really not easy, I still thought it was too simple before. The book makes it very clear that as long as you get here, you are a "destined person", and everything can be taken. Fang Zheng had no psychological burden, and looked at the rest of the things generously. There are three books on the table, including the autobiography I just read, and the remaining one is called "Baicaolu", which mainly talks about the habits and growth environment of some herbs, but there are no pictures. When I saw this Fangzheng, I remembered the book from Qingshui Village, but the similar content was more detailed, and the pictures were clear and vivid. It seems that we should also study it well in the future, after all, according to the current point of view, it is particularly important to cultivate a way pill, and to refine the pill, herbs are naturally indispensable. The last book is called "Really Detailed Explanation", this book is the thickest of the three books, about two inches, heavy in the hand, Fang Zheng opened it, and saw the content of the content instantly overjoyed. This "Really Detailed Explanation" is actually about some basic common sense of cultivation and an introduction to the cultivation world. Judging by this thickness, the content must be very detailed. This is exactly what Fang Zheng needs most at this time, far more useful than any magic power. As for the rest of the jade Jane Fangzheng, he doesn't know how to use it at all, so he can only put it away first and study it slowly, thinking that there will definitely be an introduction to this thing in this "Really Detailed Explanation".

After packing up the things here and carefully checking that nothing was missing, Fang Zheng returned to the stone room where the big ding had been placed before. At this time, he had already understood that the big ding must be used for refining medicines, and the bottles and jars on those shelves were naturally used to store pills and materials.

An hour later, Fang Zheng came out of the cave and stood in front of the three thatched huts, bowed to the houses, and then turned to leave, and walked out of the valley through the cracks in the mountain wall where he had entered. The group in the valley had a great harvest, and in that stone room where the medicine was refining, Fang Zheng obtained two unknown finished pills, a total of twelve. There were also three bottles of similar material, one of which was a brown powder, and the other two were five-colored liquids. The bottles and jars on the shelves in the stone chamber looked like many but most of them were empty, and some of the contents were completely rotten. That's all that is really intact. As for that Dading, he couldn't move back even if he wanted to. Fangzheng is not greedy, what he got today is already an unexpected joy, how can he ask for more.

Leaving the valley, it was already windy outside, and the sky was even more gloomy. Without the sun, it is difficult to discern the direction, so you can only follow the traces of the original path. At the same time, he looked at the poor prey on his waist and was a little embarrassed, it was really ugly to go back like this.

Aunt Zhao took a piece of clothing in her hand and walked to the girl who was standing at the door and watching, "Yaya, put on your clothes, the door is open and it's cold outside, your big brother Fang will definitely come back, don't worry too much." Aunt Zhao comforted the little girl and helped her put on her clothes.

"Grandma, it's not cold, it's already dark, it's still raining, why hasn't my brother come back, he must be very cold now. Saying that, the little girl's eyes were already red, and she was about to cry.

"Yaya, don't worry, didn't you say that your eldest brother Fang is the best, he must be fine, he will be back in a while, he will feel distressed when he sees Yaya crying his nose. Aunt Zhao hurriedly comforted the little girl, and she was also a little worried, after all, it was the first time for Fang Zheng to enter the mountain, and the environment was unfamiliar, not to mention that it was still raining heavily, and the sky was even darker.

"But don't let anything happen. Aunt Zhao prayed in her heart.

The door creaked open, and a figure broke in in the night with the rain. Yaya shouted "brother" in surprise and threw herself into the rain.

"Yaya, go in, it's cold outside, don't get wet, isn't my brother back?

Fang Zheng carried a very large elk on his shoulder, and in his left hand he held a brightly feathered chickadee and handed it to the little girl while opening his mouth.

"Wow, what a beautiful bird, did my brother catch it in the mountains? Aunt Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and welcomed the two into the house. The little girl looked at the lady in Fang Zheng's hand running and jumping excitedly, and suddenly saw that Fang Zheng was soaked with clothes, and her eyes turned red again, "Brother, your clothes are soaked, it must be very cold, grandma boiled hot water, you go wash it, Yaya will help you fetch water." As he spoke, he was about to rush out of the house, but Fang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. "Yaya, don't worry, my brother will go and wash, Yaya is still young, my brother can come by himself, you and grandma stay here, the rain outside is too cold, Yaya will freeze." So saying, he put the elk on his shoulders into the room, and untied the pheasants and hares, which were tied with ropes around his waists. After saying hello to Aunt Zhao, she walked out of the house and walked towards the kitchen.

Fang Zheng has changed into a dry suit and is giving the little girl today's hunting. At that time, Fang Zheng went out of the valley and returned along the same road, wondering if he happened to meet this elk when he was looking for a few prey, and chased it for nearly three miles with his fascinate archery skills before shooting it, but it didn't take much time. It's just that on the next road, I saw this chickadee that wanted to return to the nest, and I temporarily wanted to catch it for the little girl as a gift. However, he couldn't fly, so he could only patiently guard until dark, and then catch the bird's nest by touching it in the night. By this time it was already raining in the sky, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so he could only rush back by feeling the darkness of the night.

Fang Zheng omitted those thrills and accidents, and told the little girl about today's experience, as for the matter of missing the time because of catching birds, he naturally didn't mention anything, just said that he caught it easily. The little girl looked at Fang Zheng with admiration and listened with relish.

"Yaya, your eldest brother Fang is tired for a day, don't stick to him, let him rest early. "Aunt Zhao just did a simple treatment of the prey that Fang Zheng brought back. After washing his hands, he came over and said to Yaya.

"Oh!" the little girl replied in a somewhat depressed mood, obviously not having fun. But in the blink of an eye, I was happy again.

"Brother, today grandma said that those heroes have swords, and Yaya also made a sword for my brother. As soon as the words fell, the little girl ran to the side of the bed and took a wooden sword almost as high as her from under the futon and handed it to Fang Zheng, with an expectant look in her eyes. "Is this what a girl made? What a beautiful sword. "The sword is made of some kind of mahogany that Fang Zheng does not recognize, the sword body is about four feet long, and there is a bunch of red tassels at the hilt of the sword. Fang Zheng was naturally happy, and took it in his hand and gestured twice. It makes the little girl happy.

"Yaya, this sword brother likes it very much, so I accepted it, but don't do such a thing in the future, my brother will feel distressed when he cuts his hand. ”

"Hmm!" the little girl whispered, but her left hand shrunk into her sleeve.

Fang Zheng noticed the little girl's movements, took her little hand, and found that there was a circle of linen wrapped around her index finger.

"Does it hurt??

"It doesn't hurt" The little girl saw that Fang Zheng found it, lowered her head and whispered. The delicate appearance provoked Fang Zheng to pity him even more. 、

"Let my brother see" Fang Zheng carefully untied the linen cloth, and saw that a deep wound on the little girl's finger was still bleeding, he called Aunt Zhao to bring a little wine, and after helping the little girl clean it, he went back to the house and brought a bottle of Jinchuang medicine that he bought in Binxian County, and then wrapped it in a cloth.

"You must be careful in the future, if you hurt yourself again, my brother will be angry. Auntie, you don't stop a little. Fang Zheng told the little girl and complained to Aunt Zhao at the same time. Aunt Zhao was never angry, smiled slightly and did not speak. Seeing Fang Zheng carefully help Yaya deal with this wound, I was relieved.

"Brother, quickly give the sword a name, the sword of the hero must have a name, so that it will be majestic. ”

Yaya saw that Fang Zheng didn't seem to be really angry, and shouted excitedly

"People are small and ghosts are big!" Fang Zheng deliberately scratched the little girl's nose with a cold face.

"Let's call it the first calyx!"

"First calyx" Yaya repeated

"Well, that's nice, brother, what does that mean?"

It means that a flower that has just bloomed is just like a girl. Fang Zheng smiled and explained to the little girl.