Was it!

In the valley, in the middle of an open space, there was a fire, with a roasted chicken on it, and the skin was roasted to a yellowish brown, and the grease spilled out and exploded in the fire, with the aroma of chicken.

"Hehe!"

Next to the fire, a huge white marten scratched his ears and his forehead seemed a little impatient.

"Don't worry! It's still early!"

Wu Ming carefully turned the branches and sprinkled some salt and pepper from time to time.

By the way, since the last transaction, he and the white marten have become familiar with each other and gradually become familiar with each other.

In particular, after drinking the Wenxin Tea brewed by the Shuwang Tea Ceremony and eating a few raw leaves without believing in it, the White Miao suddenly had no interest in the Wenxin Tea Tree, and only asked Fang Yuan to make tea for it every day.

At the cost, that kind of spiritual fat is naturally indispensable.

And more, they were hunting a few pheasants and hares to come to please.

Fang Yuan was not a stingy person either. He immediately roasted the meat and distributed half of it to the white marten.

Poor Brother Diao eats raw meat and drinks blood, where have you eaten cooked food? In addition, the seasonings and Fang Yuan learns the barbecue technique in his dreams, the white Diao is completely fascinated by it.

Nowadays, Fang Yuan can see the little beasts placed in front of the door every day, and he will not have to worry about meat.

"Come on! It's baked!"

Fang Yuan tore half of the roast chicken and handed it to the white marten. Diaoer was immediately overjoyed. He used his claws and mouths together, and the wind blew away the clouds. He solved it in just a few seconds, and licked his beard with unsatisfactory intentions.

“Eat so fast…”

Fang Yuan was speechless and took a bite of the chicken wings in his hand: "Well... it tastes really good!"

This roasted chicken is not only fragrant, but also very tender and smooth. In addition, it is produced in the mountains. If you are used to eating pine nuts, hazelnuts, etc., the meat will automatically bring the fragrance of plants and trees. Even if he, a half-tone chef, cooks, it will be very delicious.

"I still want it?"

He looked at the white martened beside him, smiled, and threw a chicken leg over. The white marten caught it and started to bite it happily.

"Don't just eat meat, it's unnutrition..."

Fang Yuan brought out the jade crystal rice and side dishes and feasted on it. The white marten was so jealous that he begged for another bowl. He didn't know how his belly, which was smaller than Fang Yuan, contained these many things.

After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan tiptoed forward while the white marquis was eating and stroked the white marquis' back.

The touch was very good, and the soft hair was smoother than the best silk, which made him unconsciously addicted and even more happy, knowing that the spirit beast had almost accepted him.

"If such a brave and ferocious big marten is conquered, it will be a valley-protecting spirit beast. I see who dares to peek!"

Fang Yuan did not forget at all that he had an inexplicable enemy in the outside world.

"There is no better tea than tea..."

After finishing the roasted chicken, Fang Yuan smiled and said, then went back to the house and took out the teapot.

Seeing this, the white marten's eyes suddenly lit up.

For it, roasted chicken is just a little satisfying to the appetite, but this spiritual tea is something that can greatly increase its thinking and make a living.

Sizzle!

The clear and transparent tea lines rush into the cup, rippling with an amazing fragrance.

After a set of procedures, Fang Yuan's eyes were clear and he forgot about the common thoughts. Even the white marten opposite him sat solemnly and cross-legged, as if he had some insight.

"please!"

Fang Yuan divided the tea into the cup and handed it to Bai Diao a cup.

One person and one beast sits in opposition like this, slowly savoring the tea, and enjoying yourself.

"Well... Diao'er's mind is pure, and she seems to have an understanding of the master's ceremony of forgetting tea..."

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan suddenly felt a joy in his heart.

This feeling is just like when Wenxin's lay Buddhist saw that he could actually understand the way to sit and forget.

"The torch is passed down from generation to generation! This is the true meaning of civilization inheritance..."

Fang Yuan sighed silently, and seemed to feel a ignorant and curious emotion around him. He turned his head and immediately met Bai Diao's ignorant eyes.

"I can actually feel the thoughts of the white marten?"

He suddenly realized, but found that he could no longer enter the mysterious state he had just now.

"If I could keep this in my state often, maybe one day I will be able to talk to you directly!"

Fang Yuan touched the white marten's head and sighed.

Unfortunately, he is still far from this realm that is almost like magical powers and magic.

"Let's go! Go and fertilize the tea tree!"

After thinking for a while, Fang Yuan stood up and clapped his hands and said, "It's also a blessing that you sent spiritual fertilizer. Otherwise, the production of tea trees would be really not enough for us to consume so much..."

He came to the edge of the tea tree, opened a cloth bag, and sprinkled the spiritual fertilizers.

Diao'er used her claws to loosen the soil, and the man and the beast were actually very harmonious and tacit.

But if this scene is seen by other outsiders, I don’t know how many eyes it will fall.

"White Sable, can I give you a name?"

"Great?"

"Well, I remember that there seems to be a legendary marten in the world in the dream. It is a divine beast in "The Romance of the Gods". It is said that it looks like a white rat, sacrificial powers, looks like a white elephant, has fins on the swaying, has fangs and claws, is ruthless in the wind and fire, and eats all the people in the world. It is called "Flower Fox Marion", what do you think of you?"

Fang Yuan ignored the white marten's soft and shiny white hair and said directly.

“Gee?!”

"Well, if you don't object, then I'll pretend you agree, Hua Fox Marten! Haha!"

Fang Yuan was very proud and smiled very brightly.

...

Outside the valley.

"Uncle Lin, the master you mentioned is here?"

Zhou Wenxin, who had met Fang Yuan, had a difficult journey with Mr. Lin in the mountains and forests with a few rich servants.

Especially Zhou Wenxin, a lady with her fingers not touching the spring water, looked at the path that was missing from the front and back, and she felt a little crying without tears.

"Oh... I have advised you sister before, just wait for news at home, why bother traversing mountains and rivers with us?"

The second brother of the Zhou family advised.

"Does they just want to give their father a filial piety..."

Zhou Wenxin was already regretting it, but she pouted and refused to admit it.

"Haha... the two nieces and nieces, the valley is coming soon!"

Mr. Lin was beside him, but his face was rosy and did not breathe. He smiled and said, "As for Mr. Wenxin, he is a real master... But you came by unfortunately. He had already left the world, leaving only my nephew Fang, who inherited some of his true teachings of medical skills. Even if he couldn't say that he was able to rejuvenate his life, it was quite good..."

In fact, Mr. Lin didn’t have much confidence in what Fang Yuan’s medical skills were.

However, he knew that the cultivation skills of Master Wenxin Jushi were good, and he lived in the mountains. He should have reserved a lot of medicinal materials of the year, and perhaps there were treasures in them.

If you give up your face, you should be able to get one or two of them and make a relationship with the Zhou family.

‘Leiyue had just joined Guiling Sect, so she should make good relationships with her!’

In Lin Yuanwai's mind, he naturally also has his own considerations.

Otherwise, with his current state and Fang Yuan, it would be embarrassing to meet him. How could he come to him again with a look?

"What? There is only one disciple?"

Zhou Wenxin's face turned red and she was about to attack immediately. She was immediately stopped by the young man: "This is Uncle Lin's kindness. Don't we know what kind of person he is? Don't be impulsive!"

He apologized to Mr. Lin again: "You are so rude to me. Don't blame Uncle Lin!"

"Haha... I'm so innocent and lively, and I'm very envious!"

Mr. Lin responded with a smile, but in his heart he was secretly glad that his daughters were not like Zhou Wenxin, otherwise they would have been in a state of turmoil.

The group said and came outside the valley.

"My nephew!"

Mr. Lin is worthy of being a long-standing person in the world. He is not embarrassed at all. His voice is full of energy and spreads from afar.

"Huh? Mr. Lin? Why is he here again?"

Fang Yuan, who was weeding in the red jade rice field, raised his head and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "I'll go and see, Huafen Sable, you hide! Remember, don't steal rice seedlings!"

This flower fox marten is too mysterious, and Fang Yuan even plans to hide it secretly as a trump card, so he naturally does not intend to appear in front of others.

"Hehe!"

The white mink raised his head and glanced outside the valley. A trace of disdain seemed to flash in his clever eyes. He lazily got up and turned into the plantation and disappeared.
To be continued...