Chapter 43 [Go to visit]
When he has nothing to do every day, Fang Chang always cleans the surrounding ground, removes weeds, levels the land, and sweeps carefully with a broom made of branches and strings.
Clouds come and go in the sky, mist gathers and disperses in the mountains, immortals live on cliffs, and the days pass by.
Fang Chang lives a very leisurely life.
There is no shortage of food, there is oil and salt, the products in Yunzhong Mountain are rich, the prey vegetables and fruits are abundant, and the days are quite moist.
The thatched hut is very strong and can shelter from the wind and rain. This fairy cliff is not disturbed by outsiders, it is a quiet and blessed place. If you have nothing to do, you can collect materials, tap them, add some utensils to yourself, or open a kiln to refine and burn some objects. This life can really feel the natural intention.
In the world of mortals, there is nowhere where one can be more at ease than here.
When he has nothing to do, Fang Chang will also bring water and food, and walk around in this cloud mountain, take a look at the scenery of various places, and watch the peaks and grains.
As he continued to sway, he could better appreciate the fact that "Yunzhongshan is rich in products".
Frequent wandering in the mountains has greatly enriched Fang Chang's recipes, various berries, dried fruits, wild fruits, mushrooms, roots, stems and leaves, as well as various flying and running delicacies, as well as various seasonings in the mountains. Put the mood in the back basket and bring it back to Xianqi Cliff to enjoy.
He also went to the mountain full of chestnut trees mentioned by the mountain **** of Yunzhong Mountain, and brought back a basket full of chestnut trees. Not caring about the thorny shells, he squeezed them open one by one and took out the chestnuts inside for storage.
Chestnut and pheasant are stewed together, which is also delicious.
Thinking of the Yunzhongshan Zhang Mountain God, Fang Chang suddenly wanted to take a look. He hadn't left Xianqi Cliff for a long time, so he could chat with someone.
Since his mind moved, he got up and wanted to do it.
Looking around in his thatched hut, he selected a long bamboo tube, tied both ends with rattan, carried it behind his back, covered the fence gate, and went down the cliff.
The mountain temple is a few hills away from the side, and there is no need to use the "quick downhill method". Fang Chang walked for less than half an hour and came to the hillside where this small temple is located.
The appearance of the small temple has not changed, it is the same as the last time I came.
There are no new traces, which proves that Zhang Shanshen has not received much incense during this period.
Well, it was miserable.
Putting away his emotions, Fang Chang came to the gate of the temple. He didn't burn incense, but lightly pinched half of the formula, and attached a sentence: "Zhang Shanshen, the old Fang Chang is here to visit."
For the mountain god, this magical technique is only half used, just like ordinary people knocking on the door.
Hearing that it was Fang Chang, Zhang Shanshen didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly stepped out, and the Fang Chang saluted: "I don't know Fang Shangxian came to visit, but the little **** has not greeted him from afar, and I hope to forgive my sin."
Fang Chang hurriedly returned the salute, and said with a smile, "It's rude of me to visit rashly."
Giving Fang Chang to the big rock before, Zhang Shanshen brought out some chestnut pine nuts, and said with some guilt: "It's narrow in the lower mansion, but it can only be entertained here."
"It's very good here. There are big stones that can be used as tables and stools, shaded by pines and cypresses, and there is a beautiful view in the valley on the side. It is also quite fun with white clouds and birds." Fang Chang comforted.
Looking at the other party carefully, Zhang Shanshen only felt that Fang Chang's aura was more elegant and lingering. His body seemed to run through the sky and the earth, and seemed to be the sky and the earth.
"Fang Shangxian's cultivation base has improved again, which is really gratifying."
"Zhang Shanshen really has good eyesight, and Yu Xiuwei has indeed advanced a bit, which can be called congratulations." Fang Chang was not humble either, he took off the long bamboo tube on his back, held it with both hands and handed it to the mountain god: "Xianqi There are a few good tea trees growing on the edge of the cliff, and I can see them every day, so I picked some tea leaves to dry, and gave you some to taste, and I hope you don’t dislike them.”
"How can this be! How can this be, Fang Shangxian is so polite."
It seemed that he hadn't received a gift for many years. The mountain **** was a little embarrassed, so he quickly made a polite gesture. Seeing Fang Chang's firm attitude, he accepted it. He unscrewed the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid of Shangxian's jokes, there is little incense here, that is, after expelling monsters with Shangxian and saving Linxi Village recently, some passers-by on the official road came here to worship."
"Before the mountain people came to feast, no one offered this thing, and the little **** didn't know much about tea or how to make tea. He only used white water every day and didn't taste the taste of this thing. It has been more than four hundred years..."
Fang Chang also felt a little sad when he heard it:
"There are a lot of tea trees on Xianqi Cliff, and I have prepared some. If the mountain **** likes it, I will bring it next time."
"Enough is enough, these can be used for a long time." The mountain **** hastily declined, and then said: "I have a set of good tea sets, but it was a gift from Hu Feng more than a hundred years ago, but it has never been opened since I got it. Why don't you try Shangxian's new tea together?"
"my pleasure."
After drying the tea, Fang Chang kept brewing it in bamboo tubes instead of using ceramic cups and bowls.
At this time, the mountain **** turned back, took a set of fine porcelain tea sets, put them on the big stone between the two of them, took out tea leaves from the bamboo tube, put them into the teacup, and laughed, "The little **** has already boiled the water, and after a while, Just boil it." Then he reached into his arms and took out a book, and the other party said:
"Look, the little God's mansion is barren, and there is nothing to return gifts. There are only a few books in the collection: This "Miscellaneous Notes on Geography, Mountains and Rivers" was obtained by the little **** more than three hundred years ago. It is quite interesting in it. Give it to Fang Shangxian, and talk about it for entertainment."
Sending books is an elegant matter, and Fang Chang is indeed interested in the contents, so he said:
"This tea is made by me. It's not worth being Zhang Shanshen's love for it. I'd better go back and read it, and return it to Zhang Shanshen after reading it." After Fang Chang finished speaking, one person and one **** declined each other for a while, After all, the mountain god, who hadn't contacted people for too long, was defeated and had to promise Fang Chang to return the book after reading it.
Fang Chang flipped through briefly, and saw some common sense story descriptions, including those things about gods, practitioners, and monsters. It is estimated that some are true and some are false, and it is mainly for entertainment.
So this book is just an ordinary book, without any other special effects, such as reading it with spiritual consciousness after cultivation, for example, there are words in the book that need to be soaked in water and burned to appear... There is no such thing.
"The water is boiling, the little **** is going to fetch water."
Shan Shen paused his crutches, returned to the mansion, and appeared next to the stone with a steaming small clay pot, and began to add water to the teapot.
Brewed in porcelain, the feeling is really different.
As the water in the teapot is poured into the covered teacup, the green tea leaves begin to swell with the boiling water, and then gradually relax, spinning and rolling with the water waves, as if cheering.
"Good workmanship."
Seeing the brewing techniques of the Mountain God, Fang Chang praised.
"I'm not afraid of Shangxian's jokes. I haven't tried this skill in hundreds of years since I became a god." As soon as Zhang Shan's voice fell, the two laughed and began to chat.
After a while, Fang Chang asked the mountain god:
"I didn't ask in detail last time, how did Zhang Shanshen take this position back then?"
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