Life on a Straw Rope
The dazzling sunrise illuminated Qingmao Mountain.
In the academy, the family elder was detailing the main points, "Tomorrow, we will choose the second compulsion to refine. Everyone has had success in refining the parasites, so this time we can consolidate. For the choice of the second compel, everyone should think carefully. Combine it with the cultivation insights from these days, as well as your understanding of yourself, and make a comprehensive consideration. Generally speaking, it's best to be able to use it in conjunction with an Intrinsic Compulsion."
A Composter's first Compulsion, called the Intrinsic Compulsion, once chosen, undoubtedly established the cornerstone of development. The subsequent second compulsion, third compulsion, and so on, were all based on this cornerstone to determine the specific direction of the composter's cultivation.
Hearing the words of the academy's family elder, the teenagers could not help but ponder. Fang Yuan was the only one who lay on the table and huffed and puffed.
He had worked hard for half the night yesterday, and when he returned to his dormitory, he still carried out his Compassionist Cultivation and warmed up his empty orifices. It was only at dawn that he began to sleep.
The academy patriarch swept a glance at Fang Yuan and frowned slightly, but did not say anything more.
Ever since Patriarch Gu Yue Bo had spoken those words to him, he had adopted an attitude of listening to Fang Yuan and letting him go.
"What compulsion should I choose?" Many trainees couldn't help but look at Fang Yuan as they pondered.
"Speaking of which, Fang Yuan already had a second compulsion a long time ago."
"Yes, that's a wine worm, actually solving stones can solve wine worms, this is really great luck!"
"If I had a wine worm, I could also be the first to advance to the middle rank, right?"
Thoughts rose and fell in the trainees' minds, some envious and even more jealous.
Since that day, after passing the interrogation, Fang Yuan's wine bug was also successfully exposed. The origin of the wine bug did not arouse suspicion. While the clansmen were relieved, they also lamented Fang Yuan's luck.
"How come I don't have such good luck, alas!" Gu Yue Akatsuki, who had the same C grade qualification in substance, sighed in his heart.
A long time ago, his grandfather had gone around asking people to procure wine worms for him. It did not occur to him that as the heir of a sub-vein he did not even get one, but Gu Yue Fang Yuan was given priority.
Compared to Akagi's lamenting jealousy, Fang Zheng, who was also a subclass leader, was in high spirits.
"Brother, I will definitely surpass you." He glanced at Fang Yuan and said in his heart before withdrawing his gaze.
These days his eyes were sparkling with light, filled with a surging passion for life. His cheeks were rosy, his forehead was glowing, and he even walked with a brisk pace.
The Academy Family Elder took all of this in and immediately understood that this was the Gu Yue Patriarch already starting to secretly teach Fang Zheng.
This kind of thing of opening a small stove, of course, could not be said explicitly.
The academy family elder turned a blind eye to this.
It was evening again.
Fang Yuan once again squeezed into the secret cave of stone cracks.
Jingling bell ...
In his hands, a hare struggled violently, and a bell was tied around the hare's neck.
This was the hare that Fang Yuan had captured in the mountains, and the bell was naturally tied on by him.
After a day, the stuffiness in the secret cave had completely dissipated and the air was fresh.
The opening of the tunnel was open, and it was silent inside. Fang Yuan half-squatted on the ground and first carefully examined the ground. He had sprinkled stone powder on both floors last night, and this thin layer of stone powder did not attract attention.
"The stone powder at the entrance of the tunnel, stays in its original state, it seems that during the time I was away, nothing unclean crawled out of the tunnel. At the entrance of the secret cave's stone crevice, there is a footprint, but it was one that I just stepped on. It can be seen that no outsider has come here." Fang Yuan observed for a while and then put his heart down.
He stood up, reached out and exerted force, pulling off a handful of dead vines from the wall.
He then sat on the ground and used the bend of his legs to suppress the hare, leaving his palms free to rub these vines.
This was a task that ordinary compost masters would not be able to do, but Fang Yuan had too much rich life experience, in his previous life, there were several times when he was poor and could not even afford to feed his composts, and they died of starvation in droves.
There was a period of time when he was empty of true essence and devoid of compotes, just like a mortal, and even living was difficult. With no other choice, he learned to rub grass rope to weave straw shoes, straw hats and so on to sell, in exchange for some Yuan Shi crumbs to barely make ends meet.
At this moment, when he rubbed the straw rope, the memories in Fang Yuan's heart surfaced again.
The bitterness and torment at that time turned into a silent smile at the corner of his mouth at this moment. The hare under the bend of the leg struggles from time to time, and the bell jingles.
A pair of two good entangled for a long time, ten thousand turns of love and inseparable.
Fine, slowly, through the years, the years together, with twists and turns, there is rubbing, entangled.
Rub grass rope, is not to experience life?
In the secret cave, the red light was obscure, and youth and vicissitudes of life were intertwined on Fang Yuan's face.
Time also seemed to stop here, quietly admiring the young man rubbing the grass rope.
Jingle bells ...
Half an hour later, the hare quickly scurried into the middle of the tunnel, the bell on its neck jingling, and in a few breaths it was out of Fang Yuan's field of vision.
The grass rope that Fang Yuan had improvised in his hand, one end of which was tied to the hare's hind legs, was currently being dragged by the hare, and was rapidly wandering outwards.
After a while, the grass rope stopped swimming.
But this did not mean that the hare had reached the end of the tunnel, it could have been killed by the trap, or it could have just stopped midway.
Fang Yuan began to retrieve the rope back, the rope gradually tightened, he yanked hard.
At the end of the grass rope, a force immediately came from it. Then the grass rope continued to travel outwards.
Obviously, the hare there was suddenly subjected to the dragging force, and under panic, it started to scurry inside again.
So three times five times, the hare seems to have finally come to the end of the tunnel, no matter Fang Yuan tugged the grass rope again, the grass rope is only loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened.
Perhaps the hare had scurried to the end of the tunnel, or perhaps the hare had fallen into some trap and was trapped.
It was also very simple to verify the answer.
Fang Yuan started to collect the rope, his strength was not enough for the hare to withstand, eventually he used the grass rope to drag the hare out.
The hare was struggling at the end of the straw rope, but the straw rope was made from the Wine Sack Flower Compass and the Rice Bag Grass Compass, and although it had died for many years, it was still tough, and was not comparable to ordinary straw.
The hare once again came alive and landed in Fang Yuan's hands, Fang Yuan carefully examined the hare and saw that there were no wounds on its body before he exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath.
"For now, it seems that this section of the tunnel should be safe."
With this result, the hare was rendered useless, Fang Yuan pinched it to death and casually threw the corpse on the ground.
The hare could not be released, animals also have memories, in case it came back here again, like a wine bug, and attracted outsiders, that would be bad.
He took a deep breath, and after a few tries, he then carefully stepped into the tunnel.
Despite the hares probing the path, there were many traps and mechanisms that specifically targeted humans. A small and compact animal like a hare, on the contrary, could not be triggered. Therefore Fang Yuan had to be on guard.
The tunnel was in a straight line, extending out diagonally towards the ground. And the further down the tunnel went, the more spacious it became.
When Fang Yuan entered the tunnel, he had to bend down and lower his head, but after walking out for fifty steps, he could hold his head high. After walking out to about a hundred steps, he was able to wave his arms from side to side.
The tunnel wasn't really long, only about three hundred meters, but Fang Yuan spent a full hour exploring to the end of the tunnel.
All along the way, he was careful, exploring one step at a time. By the time he reached the end, he was already exhausted and sweating profusely.
"Not having a compulsion used for detection is just troublesome." Fang Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and after confirming that it was safe, he settled down and carefully surveyed the end of the tunnel.
Upon this observation, he was flabbergasted.
At the end of the tunnel, a huge stone was blocked. The surface of the stone was smooth and protruded out in the direction of Fang Yuan, just like Jia Fu's rounded belly.
It was this boulder that blocked Fang Yuan from continuing his advance.
Apart from this boulder, Fang Yuan was surrounded by nothing.
"Could it be that due to an accident, the middle section of the tunnel collapsed, causing a blockage?" Fang Yuan's gaze was fixed, this was a very possible thing.
The Flower Wine Walker had created this power inheritance in a hurry before he died. He utilized the Thousand Mile Earth Wolf Spider to hastily make a mountain tunnel. The tunnel led deep into the mountain and guided the successor forward.
However, hundreds of years passed, and the tunnel could not withstand the erosion of time, and at some point, a section of the tunnel fell into disrepair and collapsed.
All sorts of accidents always happen in life.
"If that's the case, won't I have to stop here?" He walked up and touched the stone, the boulder that was blocking his progress was as big as a door in the area exposed alone. One could imagine the thickness of its entire form.
Fang Yuan could use the moonlight compulsion to grind down the stone wall, but to grind down such a boulder, it would take a year or two of hard work.
"It seems that we must use tools, utilizing pickaxes and shovels, to break open the boulder. It's just that this will inevitably expose many traces. Some of the sounds of hammering will also be transmitted out." Thinking of this, Fang Yuan frowned deeply. He was considering the risks and benefits involved.
If the risks were too great, he would rather give up this power inheritance.
After all, if other people found out the secrets of this place, all the layouts and hard work he had made earlier would have to be broken, not to mention that his own life might be in danger!