In the early morning, everything is silent.

The white mist gathers on the jasper-like leaves and condenses into pearl-like morning dew.

Fang Yuan walked around the plantation and carefully sprinkled a handful of realgar powder, especially around the tea trees and red jade rice, which was the focus of his prevention.

"I didn't expect that such a psychic and fast white marten would be afraid of ordinary realgar? Could this be what is called a thing to surrender?"

After completing the process, he wiped his sweat and sat on a rock, thinking quietly.

"Will mink be afraid of realgar? Wait! This mink is not an ordinary breed, and perhaps his habits are different from ordinary minks. minks like to eat snakes. Maybe they eat too much snake, and they get a little bit of a change?... Fortunately, I still have a lot of realgar powder left!"

In order to configure enough "return to fire liquid", the realgar powder purchased by Fang Yuan this time is not only the best, but also the quantity is quite large, so you don't have to worry about it in a short period of time.

"But you still have to be careful, beware that the white marten dog is anxious to jump over the wall."

After picking a few fresh fruits and vegetables for breakfast, Fang Yuan came to the edge of the spring and took out the tea set and Wenxin tea with clear spring water.

The tea leaves were fried and sealed and collected, which is the essence of the tea tree. Because it was well kept, it was not discovered by the white marten.

Otherwise, Fang Yuan would really ask the sky speechlessly, and he would be so depressed that he would roll around on the ground.

Boil water, wash pots, divide tea...

In the tranquility of nature, Fang Yuan’s every move is very familiar and flows, full of a smooth beauty.

Not long after, the scent of tea rose and the clear air was filled with breath.

"good!"

Even though he had drunk many times, the comfort feeling brought by this kind of inquisitive tea still made Fang Yuan unconsciously admire him.

He looked at his attributes and saw another change on it:

“Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 1

Qi: 1

God: 1.4

Age: 18

Cultivation: None

Skill: None

Expertise: Medical skills [Level 1], Implant skills [Level 3]”

"The average mental data of ordinary people should be only 1. I am now nearly half of them... Although the effect of Wenxin Tea is decreasing, until it completely fails, may my mental power be twice as strong as that of ordinary people?"

What is the concept of having twice as much spirit than ordinary people?

Fang Yuan didn't know, but now he has only increased by 0.4, so he feels that he is smart in his ears and eyes, and he reads and recites very quickly, as if he is helping him.

It was as if now, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found a white shadow wandering outside the valley.

"Tsk tsk... I'm not giving up! Come out!"

With the realgar bag in hand, Fang Yuan said loudly without fear.

From the previous situation, he knew that this white marten was extremely spiritual and could not be used to argue it with the usual means, and even seemed to understand his words.

"Come out!"

"Come!"

“…”

The sound echoed in the valley, but the white shadow disappeared for a long time.

“It’s also…it’s in broad daylight…”

Fang Yuan raised his head and looked at the newborn Chaoyang: "Isn't it all late at night before? Oh... This guy only cares about spiritual plants. I am better than Wenxin Tea Tree here, so there is only..."

He had a smirk on his lips and brewed the tea leaves again, so that the fragrance of the tea would spread far away.

"Hehe!"

Sure enough, with a whoosh, a white shadow appeared on the edge of the plantation, and the circle formed by the realgar line was not daring to come.

"What about seeing tea trees hurt like that, let alone the essence of this tea?"

Fang Yuan held the teacup and slowly stepped forward, and stopped half a foot away.

"Shit!"

Outside the realgar line, the white marten was trying to pounce, her hair spread out, and she was intimidating, but she didn't dare to step beyond the line.

Especially when it was stimulated by the aroma of tea, it made it scratch its head more and more anxious.

"Haha... you are Diao'er, not a scoundrel!"

Fang Yuan was overjoyed, and the childlike interest became so funny that he said, "If you don't ask, you are a thief! These tea trees and tea leaves are all masterpieces. I am willing to give them to you, which is yours. Do you understand?"

There were not many outsiders in the valley. He was used to talking to himself. At this time, he said it casually and laughed a little: "I'm stupid too. How can you understand these complicated principles..."

But the next moment, Fang Yuan widened his eyes.

Because the white marten actually put his claws together, bowing and apologizing like a human being, his bones and huge black eyes staring at the teacup, full of pleading.

"This siege has become a sperm!"

Fang Yuan murmured, looking at the tea in his hand, and suddenly realized something: "Yes... This question-heart tea has the ability to increase divine essence, which is even more precious to wild beasts. Can it activate their spiritual intelligence?"

Thinking of this, he said to Bai Mian: "If you want to have a drink, it's okay, but I'll just explain it to you first... This thing is hard-won, and I don't have much. If you continue to want it, unless you exchange it for the last fertilizer!"

Fang Yuan was very envious of the last time the spiritual fertilizer with translucent crystal particles.

Because this morning, he found that not only the red jade rice seedlings were growing thriving, but even the wounds of the tea tree in Wenxin were completely healed, and even tender buds were drawn.

This immediately made him realize that the translucent crystal brought by the white marten is a kind of best spiritual fertilizer and has an incredible and miraculous effect on the growth of spiritual plants.

However, with his knowledge, I couldn't tell what it was.

Qingling Mountain spreads a hundred miles, and it is unknown how deep it is. Perhaps only spiritual beasts like Baimian can run around the mountain and find such precious things.

"Do you understand?"

Seeing that the white sable was a little confused, Fang Yuan simply took out a little spiritual fat: "That's it! This time I'll invite you a cup of tea first. It's a way to treat guests. Next time I want to drink it, I'll exchange this spiritual fat for you!"

Bai Diao looked at the fat in his hand and seemed to understand it.

"Okay, you go back first, otherwise I will shake my hand and sprinkle the tea. Don't blame me!"

Fang Yuan took two steps forward.

White marten is very human and immediately regresses.

Fang Yuan came to the edge of the realgar line, placed the cup outside the boundary, and slowly retreated: "Please!"

"Hehe!"

With a whoosh, a white shadow pounced on him like lightning.

When I got to the side, I unconsciously slowed down, sniffed around the cup, and made a cheerful cry.

"Well, it seems that he likes Wenxin Tea very much! After all, it was made by me using the ceremonial tea ceremony..."

Fang Yuan looked at it, nodded secretly, and then his eyes widened slightly.

Originally, he thought the marten would lick the tea directly, but he didn't expect that this guy would stand up, sit cross-legged in an extremely personified way, and steadily hold the teacup with his two small claws and take a sip.

"Huh...hehe..."

After drinking a small sip, Bai Diao immediately smiled and drank a little bit, looking very cherished.

"Hell! Hell! How come this is still a marten..."

This made Fang Yuan think of the previous lay Buddhist Wenxin, who also had the same expression and movements when drinking the tea he made.

"Is this mink who is learning this from others?"

Even if you suck it lightly and drink it slowly, there is not much serving of a cup of tea.

After drinking, Bai Diao stared at Fang Yuan with a gaze, like an abandoned innocent puppy, with the emotion of "I want it".

"You are smart..."

Fang Yuan laughed and scolded: "I know how rare it is for me to have tea and tea ceremony?"

Wenxin tea is originally a spiritual object, and it is very effective when you cooperate with the tea ceremony. Except for Fang Yuan himself, even the old man Tian last time would not be lucky enough to survive.

"If I drink too much of this tea, will the marten become as smart as a human being and can speak in the end?"

Fang Yuan looked at the white marten who seemed to have become smarter again, and a thought emerged in his mind.

"Okay, okay, look at you so pitiful, I'll give you another drink!"

"Ah? Still need it?"

"Damn... I can't give it anymore, this is my last measure today!"

In the valley, there is a realgar line, and each person and a marten drink tea is quite interesting.
To be continued...