MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 490 【It's just because I was too naive at the time】

  Chapter 490 [It’s just because I was too naive at the time]

These errants are obviously very discerning. Needless to say, those who have met Fang Chang before, those errants who are very unfamiliar with Fang Chang can also see that Fang Chang is unusual—after all, mortals cannot enter the city. House.

  Although they didn't dare to come up to take care of them, the servants didn't do anything wrong. They all silently avoided Fang Chang and did their own things. It wasn't until they were far away that Fang Chang couldn't see them or hear their voices that the servants whispered and asked each other:

   "Who was that just now? Do you know anyone?"

   "I met him back then, and he was a remarkable person." You Yinchai said proudly, relying on his years of experience and knowledge, he raised his head slightly.

   Sure enough, his colleagues took the bait one after another and clamored.

   "Don't be tricky, talk about it quickly."

   "Tell me quickly, does he know Chenghuang? Nothing will happen this time, right?"

  The old servant who had met Fang Chang shook his head and said:

"This is a Shangxian. It is said that he is from the Yunzhong Mountain family under the rule of the mansion. He has some friendship with our city god. You can see that he came to us with a gift in his hand. He is obviously here to visit friends. It will not be a big deal. Son."

   "What's more, even if something happens again, can it be more tiring than our time? These nasty wandering souls have already consumed all our energy."

  All the errands nodded in unison, apparently deeply tortured by the complicated affairs during this period, and felt quite painful.

  Beside him, there was a well-informed and long-serving errand, who suddenly said, "I've also heard a lot about this Shangxian."

   "Oh?" All the messengers were instantly attracted.

  Under the watchful eyes of his colleagues, he was not as close as the previous one, and said directly:

"This Shangxian, whose surname is Fang and whose name is Chang, is an influential figure in the recent catastrophe. You know, I often run errands and deliver letters to the City God, so I heard about it from other City Gods, land and mountain gods. There are a lot of things about being a fairy."

"It is rumored that he has the ability to flatten mountains and fill seas with just a few gestures. In this calamity, he specially picks those monsters that others cannot beat, and kills them face to face. He is especially good at the enemy's lair. Take the general's head from among them, and the enemy will be terrified when they hear about it."

"It is said that every time he faces off against each other, he likes to wear white clothes the most, with a fairy sword on his back that is invincible, and the monsters are easy to change. He is also good at finding secrets, no matter how hidden the enemy's lair is, he will sniff it out Overturning. Even the enemy's lair was found out by him..."

  Listening to these many hidden rumors that have long been out of shape, the servants couldn't help being fascinated.

   Someone else asked curiously: "So, isn't this person as famous as Marshal Yu and Prime Minister Liu? But why hasn't anyone heard of it?"

  The errand who told the rumors looked contemptuously on this question:

"Who is this person? Shangxian! Prime Minister Liu and Marshal are mortals, they are in different positions, and the enemies they deal with are also different. Otherwise, why are so many practitioners' teams rare in folklore? Isn't it because they are intentional?" Keep it secret, it is estimated that Fang Shangxian's deeds will not be circulated in the world until decades later, but by then no one will be able to verify the authenticity."

  So all the servants were convinced. After chatting for a while, they all felt that their energy had returned to their bodies, so they acted separately and continued to deal with the tasks that seemed to never be finished.

   But he didn't know that Fang Chang's hearing was very good, and he couldn't hide the movement from far and near.

   He couldn't help laughing when he heard these exaggerated rumors from the underworld.

  At this time, he was already sitting in the Chenghuang's reception room, where there were special people to welcome the guests. After introducing him to the flower hall and serving tea, he went to the main hall to inform the Chenghuang. Things have been busy in the Temple of the City God recently, and Zhao Rong, the City God, does not have the ability to foresee or understand the five senses like Fang Chang, so he didn't know anyone was visiting.

   After taking a sip of tea, he saw that Zhao Chenghuang was already walking towards this side quickly, so Fang Chang got up to greet him.

  Because he was dealing with government affairs just now, Zhao Chenghuang didn't have time to change his clothes, he was still dressed in formal clothes. After seeing Fang Chang, he smiled heartily and said:

   "Shangxian came here today in his spare time. If he is lost, he will welcome you. Forgive me."

"Recently, I spent a few days in the city of Ninghe Prefecture. I saw that the food here is delicious, so I brought some to see the owner here. If you have time, why not have a drink together." Fang Chang raised the paper bag in his hand, laughed.

  Zhao Chenghuang also said with a smile: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, the masters here are the people of Hecheng, I am just a messenger ordered by heaven and earth to protect the safety of this side."

   As he spoke, he led Fang Chang to the next room.

  Here is the Big Eight Immortals Table, and he ordered people to bring clean plates, and put all the kinds of lo mei that Fang Chang brought on plates, and then brought chopsticks. Fang Chang also asked someone next to him to fetch the wine glass and jug, untied the gourd around his waist, and filled the jug with self-brewed sorghum wine.

"This is the wine I brewed and steamed by myself. The raw material is the sorghum I planted on the cliff. After steaming and blending, it has been stored in the cave for a long time. Now it has gone away from the fire, and the taste is soft. Zhao Chenghuang can taste it. Down."

   "Since it is produced in Fangshang's Immortal Dao, it is naturally a good thing. I must taste it carefully."

   Chenghuang said, then he sighed again:

"Recently, I have been really busy with work. I haven't rested for a long time, and the servants below are also. Although the body will not feel tired, the soul will still be tired. The arrival of the Shangxian today gave me a legitimate reason to put down official duties and be lazy. Take a break."

   So the two poured wine into their respective glasses, clinked glasses and drank a glass.

   Zhao Chenghuang praised Fang Chang's self-brewed wine very much. It seems that this delicious wine full of inspiration has greatly benefited him.

  The stewed meat that Fang Chang bought is really delicious. As expected of an old store for many years, several kinds of stewed meats are very tasty and have a good taste. They should be soft and springy. What surprised Fang Chang the most was that the plate of dried tofu and tofu skin was even better cooked than meat.

  Fang Chang asked: "When I came here today, I feel that the whole City God's Mansion is busy, which is completely different from the situation in the past. I heard Zhang Shanshen said before that it is because of the flood of ghosts in the world. I don't know what is going on?"

  Hearing Fang Chang asked about this, City God Zhao Rong smiled wryly and said:

   "Actually, it's not just here, it's the same in most places in the world."

"The first time I saw this kind of ghost was when I first met you. At that time, I just thought it was an accident and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there are endless miracles between heaven and earth, and anything is possible. Thinking about it now , It was so naive at the time, hahahahahahahaha."

   Thank you Mario for your tip.

  (end of this chapter)