The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 52
He recalled the face of the young man who was [-]% similar to the person in front of him.

He watched the mountain for 500 years, guarded the mountain for 500 years, and protected the mountain for 500 years. Before he knew it, he was recognized by Qingmang Mountain, recognized by heaven and earth, and thus became the mountain god of this mountain.

He does not need incense sacrifices, nor does he need the approval of any human emperor, because heaven and earth have already recognized him.

From that moment on, the mountain is him, and he is not just the mountain.

Originally, he thought that after he became a mountain god, there were not many existences in the world that he needed to fear.

However, three years ago, when he saw the young man who stepped into his dream and sought him to discuss the Tao, he once again realized how high the sky is, how vast the earth is, and also how small he is.

He recalled the feeling when he first came to this world, opened his eyes, and looked at the world.

Therefore, when he was awakened by the great demon White Snake, and after he heard the great demon tell about his tragic experience, he understood the source of that arrogance, and he didn't feel anything about what Bai Qi had experienced, as it should be.

However, it was the younger brother who caused this awe-inspiring aura to appear in the mountain. They were so similar in both blood and soul, which made him a little uncertain.

Even so, the order in the mountain, as a mountain god, still needs to be maintained, and Haoran Qi should not appear in the mountain, which will disturb or even destroy the original order of the mountain.

Therefore, he sent Ginseng Essence, using the shed scales as a token, to bring the wolf demon who can ignore the awe-inspiring aura here, and after noticing the appearance of Feng Qing'an's will, he sent a white wolf to invite him here.

"..."

Feng Qing'an looked at the elegant gentleman in green clothes who couldn't help but want to get close to him, and waited for him to continue talking, but he didn't know that this mountain myth had no intention of continuing the discussion in the slightest.

"I invited you here, not to discuss your eldest brother with you. He is not someone I can judge."

Seeing Feng Qing'an's expectant gaze, the mountain god smiled, and then swept his sleeves lightly, and between them, a sapphire table emerged, on which a set of crystal clear tea sets, as if carved from white ice, appeared.

"Wild tea in the mountains, I hope you won't laugh at it!"

Seeing this mountain god sitting at the tea table, Feng Qing'an was full of doubts, but also quite slanderous, and sat down together.

Wild tea, of course, is the mountain god's self-effacing, where can the things put on the table by the gods be so bad?It's not a spiritual thing, but it's better than a spiritual thing.

But no matter how good the tea is, what does it have to do with him? In his current state, even a gust of wind can pass through, so he can still drink tea?Do not make jokes.

No matter how much Feng Qing'an murmured in his heart, at this moment he was cast by the mountain god and manifested his body here, he could only watch the mountain god's performance honestly. I have to say that this great god's tea skills are very pleasing to the eye.

And Feng Qing'an, who looked like a country bumpkin, watched the mountain god put a cup of green tea in front of him after watching the mountain god finish his operations like spring and snow.

"Have a taste and see how it tastes, I haven't done it for a hundred years!"

"Can I drink tea like this?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, but while speaking, he raised his palm, which was obviously translucent, but touched the teacup.

The real touch, as well as the warmth of the tea, came together, Feng Qing'an bowed his head, he was really surprised by himself at this moment, couldn't help holding the teacup, and picked it up.

Feng Qing'an looked at the gentleman in green shirt who was sitting with a smile on the opposite side and was sipping tea carefully, and asked,

"What is my state now?"

He really couldn't understand, because his current appearance was beyond his cognition.

He could clearly feel that his body was sitting in that quiet and peaceful village, and he could even see all the furnishings in the room, but at the same time he was also sitting opposite the mountain god, and he could even Pick up the tea handed over by the mountain god.

"do not know!"

But at this time, facing Feng Qing'an who was asking questions, he picked up the teacup and sipped tea leisurely.

"How could you not know?"

Feng Qing'an didn't understand, and felt that the great god in front of him was giving a small punishment.

"I just pulled out your distraction. What made you look like this is the practice you practiced. How can I understand this? It's the first time I've seen such an exquisite practice!"

The mountain god explained.

"..."

Feng Qing'an was silent, the cultivation method praised by even a mountain god seemed to be very good indeed.However, he couldn't understand it, and even judging from the description of the mountain god, he hadn't fully tapped out the potential characteristics of the practice method.

"You don't understand it yourself, so how can I understand it all? However, in my opinion, your distraction is quite similar to the Yin God of the Taoism, but it is very different."

"What is the difference?"

Feng Qing'an humbly asks for advice, it's rare that there is a great master, although he doesn't understand the method he cultivated, but at least the opponent's realm is high, as the saying goes, one method is mastered, ten thousand methods are mastered, and he can give him some advice.

"too weak!"

"Ok?"

"The yin gods of the Taoist sect I've seen look like real people, lifelike, and even the texture of the skin can be clearly seen, as for you..."

The mountain god was very face-saving, so he didn't continue talking, but Feng Qing'an knew it well in his heart, he looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, or there was nothing that could be blown away by the wind at all.

But even so, Feng Qing'an was extremely happy in his heart, after all, he didn't look at what he was compared with, if he could cultivate the Yin God of Taoism, it must be a land god.

"The tea is getting cold, let's taste it. It won't taste good when it's cold. Although I can't see through the method you cultivated, it is still the soul of cultivation. My wild tea has the effect of warming the soul. It is good for you. There are also some benefits!"

Hearing this, Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, and without thinking too much, he swallowed the tea in Yuzhan in one gulp like a cow chewing Du Dan.

The tea entered her throat and turned into water mist, soaking her whole body. A feeling of being in a celestial state came immediately, and Feng Qing'an was so comfortable that she just wanted to groan.

But at this moment, standing on the sea of ​​clouds, facing a great god, and even a big monster, behind him is his pet pet, Feng Qing'an resisted the uncomfortable comfort, and did not lose his appearance.

"How does it taste?"

Not caring about Feng Qing'an's vulgar behavior, the mountain god asked with a smile.

"Can I have another drink?"

Feng Qing'an hesitated for a moment, then put the empty jade cup on the table, pushed it forward, and asked cheekily.

(End of this chapter)