The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

He recalled the face of the young man who was seventy percent similar to the person in front of him.

He watched the mountain for five hundred years, guarded the mountain for five hundred years, and protected the mountain for five hundred years. Unknowingly, he was recognized by Qingmang Mountain and recognized by heaven and earth, and thus became the god of this mountain.

He does not need incense sacrifices or the approval of any human emperor, because heaven and earth have already recognized Him.

From that moment on, the mountain was Him, and He was not just the mountain.

Originally, he thought that after he became a mountain god, there would not be many beings 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 his discussion, he once again realized the height of the sky, the vastness of the earth, and the insignificance of himself.

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

Therefore, after he was awakened by the great demon White Snake and heard the great demon narrate his tragic experience, he understood the source of that awe-inspiring energy and had no feelings about everything Bai Qi experienced. It was natural and should be so.

However, the person who caused this awe-inspiring energy to appear in the mountain was the brother of that person. Whether it was blood or soul aura, they were so similar, which made him a little unsure.

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

Therefore, he sent the ginseng spirit to use the fallen scales as a token to bring the wolf demon that could ignore Haoran Qi here. After sensing the emergence of Feng Qingan's will, he sent the white wolf to invite him here.

"..."

Feng Qing'an looked at the elegant scholar in green shirt in front of him, who couldn't help but want to get close to him, and waited for him to continue speaking. However, he didn't expect that the mountain legend changed his mind and had no intention of continuing the discussion in depth.

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

Looking at Feng Qing'an's expectant eyes, the mountain god smiled, then waved his sleeve and swept it gently. Between them, a sapphire table appeared, with a set of crystal clear tea sets appearing on it, as if they were carved from white ice.

"Wild tea in the mountains, I hope you don't laugh!"

Seeing the mountain god sitting at the tea table, Feng Qing'an was full of doubts and also quite slanderous, so he sat down with him.

Wild tea and the like are naturally the mountain god's self-effacement. How can the things placed on the table by the god 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 it, how can he still taste tea? Do not make jokes.

No matter how much Feng Qing'an muttered in his heart, he, who was cast by the mountain god and manifested his body here, could only watch the mountain god's performance. It must be said that this great god's tea skills were very smooth and very pleasing to the eye.

As for Feng Qing'an, who was like a country bumpkin, after watching the mountain god complete the snow-like operation, he saw the mountain god put a jade cup filled with green tea in front of him.

"Try a taste and see how it tastes. I haven't tried it in a hundred years!"

"Can I still drink tea like this?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help it anymore and asked, but as he spoke, he raised his obviously translucent palm and touched the tea cup.

The physical touch and the warmth of the tea came together. Feng Qingan lowered his head. He was really surprised at this moment. He couldn't help but hold the tea cup and pick it up.

Feng Qingan looked at the elegant man in green shirt who was sitting across from him with a smile and sipping tea, and asked,

"What state am I in now?"

He really couldn't understand it, because the way he looked now was beyond his cognition.

He could clearly feel that his body was sitting in that quiet and peaceful village where chickens and dogs were chatting with each other. He could even see all the furnishings in the room, but at the same time he was sitting opposite the mountain god, and he could even Picked up the tea handed over by the mountain god.

"have no idea!"

But at this time, when Feng Qing'an faced the enquiry, he picked up the teacup and sipped the tea leisurely. The mountain god with the style of a famous scholar replied like this, fresh and refined.

"How could you not know?"

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

"I just pulled out this distraction of yours. What caused you to look like this now is the method you practiced. How can I understand this? This is also the first time I have seen such an exquisite method!"

The mountain god explained.

"..."

Feng Qingan was silent. The practice method that a mountain god praised was indeed very good. However, he couldn't understand it. Even judging from the description of the mountain god, he had not fully tapped into the potential characteristics of the practice method.

"If you don't understand it yourself, how can I understand everything? However, in my opinion, your distraction is quite similar to the Yin Shen of the Dao Sect, but it is also very different."

"What is the difference?"

Feng Qing'an humbly asked for advice, UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net It's rare to have a great god. Although he didn't understand the method he cultivated, at least the opponent's realm and strength were high. As the saying goes, one method can be used to master all methods. Can give him some pointers.

"too weak!"

"Um?"

"The Taoist Yin gods I have seen are like real people, lifelike, and even the skin texture can be clearly seen. As for you..."

The mountain god was very considerate and did not continue talking, but Feng Qingan himself knew very well that he looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, or that there was nothing that could be blown away by the wind at all.

But even so, Feng Qing'an felt extremely happy. After all, he didn't care what he was compared to. Anyone who could cultivate the Taoist Yinshen must be a land god or the like.

"The tea is about to get cold. Let's have a sip. The taste will not be good when it is cold. Although I can't see through the method you practice, it is ultimately about cultivating the soul. This wild tea of ​​mine has the effect of warming and nourishing the soul. It will be good for you. There are some benefits too!”

Hearing this, Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, and without thinking too much, he drank the tea in the jade cup in his hand like a cow chewing peonies.

The tea entered the throat, turned into mist, and soaked into the whole body. A feeling of ecstasy suddenly came, and Feng Qingan felt so comfortable that he just wanted to moan.

But at this moment, standing on the sea of ​​clouds, with a great god next to him, and even a great demon, with his own pet behind him, Feng Qing'an endured the uncomfortable feeling and did not lose his etiquette.

"How does it taste?"

Not paying attention to Feng Qingan'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 in his hand on the table, pushed it forward, and asked shamelessly.