Chapter 276 [The Fairy in the Pot]
Sang Ziping still found nothing.
He reached into his bosom, took out a small crystal bottle, dipped two drops of liquid medicine with his fingertips, wiped it in his eyes, and then cursed, and softly drank: "Open!"
After the spell took effect, he looked in that direction and was relieved:
"I see."
After using the spirit vision spell, Sang Ziping saw a pot lying quietly in the middle of the road not far ahead.
The traces around it can be seen that it has not been touched for a long time.
It seems to be some kind of magical effect. When ordinary people on the road and even livestock pulling vehicles pass by here, they will subconsciously avoid the middle of the road, but no one will take a second look at the pot. Therefore, the road here is wider than other places, because people who detour step on both sides.
"This pot is quite weird." Fang Chang said.
"Yes." Sang Ziping replied casually, under such circumstances, anyone can see the extraordinaryness of this pot.
Looking at the passers-by around, and waving his hand, Fang Chang gave himself and Sang Ziping the status of "Why should we meet each other?", so the passers-by on the side of the road began to treat them as nothing, just like the pot on the ground.
Then he took two steps forward and looked at the pot on the ground.
Its texture is fine porcelain, with a big belly and a narrow mouth, covered with a carved lid, and ears on both sides of the neck of the pot.
The body of the pot is crooked, and a part has been embedded in the soil. I don't know how many years it has been here. Where there are no pedestrians, vehicles or horses passing by, a lot of weeds have grown, messy and intertwined, but full of greenery.
"Let's see what it is."
Fang Chang squatted down, reached out and picked up the pot.
This pot is light and light, and it seems to have no weight, but the spiritual power on it is very thick, and it is running regularly. He tried to open the lid of the pot, but found that the lid did not move at all. Fang Chang did not use brute force, but gave up the idea of opening it.
He turned the jug around in his hand and noticed that it was somewhat flat and not completely round.
Then shook.
There was no solid or liquid sound coming from the pot, but immediately there was a slightly old voice saying, "Don't shake it, don't shake it, there's an earthquake, there's an earthquake!"
"Is there someone?" Sang Ziping instantly became vigilant.
Fang Chang, however, started to laugh when he heard the voice, and then said seriously: "Fang Chang and Sang Ziping, practitioners from the Central Plains, come to the door to ask for an interview. Can you allow me to talk inside?"
"Of course you are welcome, but please stop shaking."
As soon as the sound fell, the lid of the pot, which had been tightly closed before, popped open with a "boo", exposing the mouth of the bottle.
"Let's go in and have a look. Since we met, of course we have to pay a visit." Fang Chang said to Sang Ziping, and then the two of them jumped into the pot together—
In an instant, the surrounding world changed.
"Good place!" Fang Chang exclaimed.
This admiration is not only because the surrounding aura is almost solid, like a faint cloud, but also because the scenery here is picturesque. The glamorous sun hung high in the sky, and a cool breeze came from nowhere, blowing over the faces of the two of them, and by the way, stirred up the real mist not far away.
The mountains and rivers near and far are continuous, high and low, and all kinds of plants grow in it. Sometimes there are springs and waterfalls, and animals and birds rush back and forth.
With square eyesight, you can see the water bank and desert not far away.
Outside the verdant and vibrant land in the middle, there is a vast yellow sand on one side and a vast sea on the other. If you look carefully, you can feel the vastness of this world.
They quickly landed on the ground.
Below is a well-swept open space, middle-aged flowers and trees of various colors, stretching or intertwining among the pines and cypresses, competing for splendor.
The owner here, an old man with white hair and beard, a long figure and wearing a coarse robe, is standing in the open space, waiting for the two guests with a smile on his face:
"Welcome distinguished guests at the door."
"Master, I'll be polite here." After Fang Chang and Sang Ziping entered the door, they first approached the owner here, saluted and met: "I don't know what your name is?"
"It's been too long, and I don't remember the burden of the name. This is a world in a pot. If you two don't dislike me, you can call me 'the fairy in the pot'."
Hu Zhongxian said, and then led the three of them to sit gently at the stone table under a tree that he used to block the scorching sun.
Two elves ran here cautiously, holding fruit and tea, and poured them in front of Fang Chang.
After exchanging a few casual greetings and general information, Fang Chang Sang Ziping and the Immortal in the Pot quickly became acquainted with each other, and had a pleasant conversation.
"The world in this pot is really amazing." Fang Chang admired, "I don't know who made it?"
Although his own immortal cliff is like a fairyland, but he can't arrange such a world in a pot with complete five elements and can run for a long time in a gourd. Fang Chang secretly shook his head, which has already surpassed his level scope.
What's more, there are animals and birds in it, and there are even human beings living in it.
Hu Zhongxian replied: "It should be a great power from ancient times."
Looking at the expressions of Fang Chang and Sang Ziping, he continued to introduce:
"The original origin of this pot is unknown, but the pattern on it is exquisite, even if there is no world in the pot, it will be very popular with buyers from the Western Regions if it is sold outside the market."
"It's called the Pot of Good Fortune. The mountains, rivers, trees, trees, sunlight, and even the wind inside have nothing to do with the outside. It is a self-contained whole, and it goes back and forth endlessly. Perhaps this is the origin of the name "Good Fortune"."
"After I got this pot, I moved my belongings in and found this place to settle down and devote myself to practice. It has been many years."
Fang Chang nodded and tasted some tea, which tasted good.
Then, I only heard Hu Zhongxian ask: "How is the situation outside now? What year is it now?"
The two introduced the outside situation to him, and hugged the year number, which attracted the people in front of them to sigh: "There is no time in the pot, and there is no cold or heat. I really don't know how many years have passed." The two and After the Immortal in the Huzhong authenticated it, he knew that the Immortal in the Huzhong had lived in seclusion and practiced alone in this fortune pot for more than seven hundred years.
Really carefree enough!
After all, the inside of the pot is not affected by the outside, and this pot placed in the middle of the bustling market has only been encountered by two practitioners, Fang Chang and Sang Ziping, in the past 700 years, and it is difficult to find it directly.
It is full of aura and is a good place to live in seclusion.
Immortal Hu Zhong continued: "This world is boundless, even though there is only a little life in the middle, it is constantly expanding—at least faster than those in those villages, and there is no risk of resource exhaustion. "
Then, the Pot Immortal returned to the house behind him, brought out a lot of homemade snacks and self-brewed fruit wine, and entertained the two of them.
Seeing that the Immortal in the Pot has not asked about world affairs for too long, Chang Fang knew that this time he was only here as a guest, but he could not get any clues from this pot.
Sorry, there are too many things in the past two days, and I am very tired, so I delayed the update.
(end of this chapter)