When I have nothing to do every day, Fang Chang will always clean up the surrounding ground, remove weeds, level the land, and use brooms tied with branches and strings to sweep them carefully.

Clouds come and go in the sky, mist gathers and disperses in the mountains, and the days pass by day on the fairy cliff.

Fang Chang lives a very leisurely life.

There is no shortage of food, with oil and salt. Yunzhongshan has abundant resources, abundant prey, vegetables and fruits, and life is quite moist.

The thatched hut is very strong and can shelter from wind and rain. This Xianqi Cliff is not disturbed by outsiders. It is a quiet and blessed place. If you have nothing to do, collect materials, knock and beat them, add some utensils to yourself, or open a kiln to refine them, and burn some objects. This life can really feel the natural intention.

There is nowhere else in the world, and it can be more free and free than him.

When you are free, Fang Chang will bring water and food, walk around the mountains in the clouds, take a look at the scenery everywhere, and see the peaks and grains.

As he kept wandering around, he could better understand the point of "Yunzhongshan's rich products".

He often strolls in the mountains, greatly enriching the square-length recipes, various berries, dried fruits, mountain fruits, mushrooms, roots, stems and leaves, as well as various seasonings in the mountains, he put them in his back basket and took them back to Xianqi Cliff to enjoy.

He also went to the mountain god of Yunzhong Mountain and mentioned that the mountain covered with chestnut trees was filled with a full basket and took it back. He didn't care about the thorny shells, so he pinched them one by one and took out the chestnuts in it to store them.

Chestnuts and pheasants are also delicious.

Thinking of the mountain god Zhang of Yunzhongshan, Fang Chang suddenly wanted to take a look. He hadn't left Xianqi Cliff for a long time, so he could also chat with someone.

As soon as his mind moved, he stood up and wanted to go.

After looking around in his thatched hut, he chose a long bamboo tube, tied the ends with rattan, carried it behind his back, and covered the fence gate and walked down the cliff.

The Mountain God Temple is outside the sideways, and there is no need to use the "quick downhill method". After less than half a quarter of an hour, it arrived on the hillside where this small temple is located.

The appearance of the small temple has not changed at all, the same as when I came last time.

There are no new traces, proving that during this period, the god of Zhangshan has not received much incense.

Well, it's quite miserable.

After putting away his feelings, Fang Chang came to the temple gate. He did not burn incense, but just gently pinched half of the magic trick and attached a sentence: "The god of Zhangshan, the old friend Fang Chang is here to visit."

For the mountain god, if you use this magic trick for a little while, it will be like a knock on the door of an ordinary family.

Hearing that it was Fang Chang, God Zhang did not dare to be negligent and quickly flashed out. The other party bowed and said, "I don't know that Fang Shangxian is visiting, and the little god has not come far away to welcome him. I hope to forgive my sins."

Fang Chang quickly returned the greeting and said with a smile: "I came to visit him rashly, but it was abrupt."

After giving Fang Chang to the big stone before, the god of Zhang Shan brought out some chestnut pine nuts and said guiltily: "It's narrow in the lower palace, but I can only entertain you here."

"It's very good here. There are big stones that can be used as tables and benches, shaded by pine and cypress, and there are beautiful scenery in the valley on the side. It's also quite fun to be accompanied by white clouds and flying birds." Fang Chang comforted.

After looking at the other person carefully, Zhang Shanshen felt that the square and long breath was more elegant and long, and his figure seemed to penetrate the world, and it seemed that it was the world. His every move was like a breeze and clouds, which made people feel relaxed but elusive.

The mountain god bows:

"The immortal Fang Shang's cultivation has also improved, which is really gratifying."

"The God of Shanzhang is indeed good at vision, and Yu Xiuwei is indeed a bit of progress, which is also commendable." Fang Chang was not humble either. He picked a bamboo tube on his back, held it in both hands and handed it to the God of Shanzhe: "There are several good tea trees growing by the edge of Xianqi cliff. You can see them every day, so I picked some tea leaves to dry and give it to you for some taste. I hope you don't dislike it."

"How can this be made! How can this be made? Fang Shangxian is so polite."

It seemed that he had not received a gift for many years. The mountain god was a little embarrassed, so he quickly politely and saw Fang Chang's attitude firm, so he accepted it. He turned on the bamboo tube and smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of the jokes of the immortals. The little god is incense here. It is not that recently, after expelling monsters with the immortals and saving Linxi Village, some passers-by on the official road came here to worship."

"Before, the mountain people came to have fun, no one offered this item. The little god didn't understand tea, and he didn't know how to make tea. He only used white water every day and did not taste the taste of this item. It has been more than four hundred years..."

Fang Chang also sighed a little:

"The tea trees on Xianqi Cliff have a lot of output, and I have prepared some below. Ruoshan God likes it. I will bring them next time."

"Enough enough, these can be used for a long time." The mountain god hurriedly refused and said, "I have a good set of tea sets underneath, but they were given by Hu Feng more than a hundred years ago. However, they have not opened since they were obtained. Why not try the new tea of ​​Shangxian together this time?"

"Happiness is coming."

After Fang Chang dryed the tea, he did not use a ceramic cup and a pottery bowl, but kept brewing it in a bamboo tube.

At this time, the mountain god turned back, took a set of fine porcelain tea sets, placed them on the big stone between the two, took out the tea leaves from the bamboo tube and put them into the tea cup, laughing, "The little god has already burned water, and after a while, it will boil." Then he touched his arms, took out a book, and the other party said:

"I looked at it and found that the little god's mansion was barren, and there was no gift to give me. There were only a few books in the collection: This book "Miscellaneous Notes on Geography, Mountains and Rivers" was obtained by the little god more than 300 years ago. It is quite interesting inside. Now I give it to Fang Shangxian for fun."

Giving a book is an elegant thing, and Fang Chang was indeed interested in the content, so he said:

"This tea is made casually, and it's not worth it when the God of Shanshan gave up on it. If you go back and look through it, you will return it to the God of Shanshan." After Fang Chang finished speaking, the man and the god refused each other for a while. After all, the mountain god who had not been in contact with people for too long was defeated and had to agree to Fang Chang to return the book after reading it.

Fang Chang briefly looked through it and found that it was a common sense story description, including gods, practitioners, and monsters. It was probably true and false, but it was mainly for the sake of entertainment.

Therefore, this book is just an ordinary book and has no other special effects. For example, reading it with spiritual consciousness after practicing, such as texts in the book, which need to be soaked in water and burned to show this... It does not.

"The water is boiling, little god goes to get the water."

The mountain god paused the crutch in his hand, returned to the mansion, and appeared beside the stone with a steaming small pottery pot, and began to add water to the teapot.

When brewing in porcelain, it feels different.

As the water injected into the teapot into the covered tea cup, the green tea leaves began to swell with the infusion of boiling water, and then gradually relaxed and rolled with the water waves, as if cheering and thrilling.

“Good skills.”

Fang Chang praised the brewing techniques of the mountain god.

"I'm not afraid of being a fantasy joke. I haven't tried this craft in hundreds of years since I became a god." As soon as the voice of Zhang Shan's words fell, the two of them laughed and started chatting.

After a while, Fang Chang asked the mountain god:
Chapter completed!