"How did the population of this world come from?" Fang Chang asked.

"I don't know this." The fairy in the pot shook her head, took the wine pot beside her, slowly poured it into the cup in front of her, and said:

"Since I got this lucky pot, there have been two small villages in it, with some villagers inside, and their customs and clothing that are the same as those in the outside world."

"Now seven hundred years have passed, the number of people inside is limited by the food in this world. However, in the process of finding a place to cultivate, they naturally spread out several villages, and the increase was not much."

Fang Chang nodded and said, "Although the development is slow, it has avoided the turbulence outside, and it is also a blessing to be safe."

But Sang Ziping next to him was curious and asked:

"Are there any practitioners inside?"

The immortal in the pot shook his head and said:

"The world in the pot of fortune is still small, and the inspiration is not enough for the time being. No one has the blessing to embark on the path of cultivation. Of course, it may also be that the inspiration in the pot was occupied by me after I came in, so my fellow disciples were not born yet."

"I am not going out again. After my death, I will return everything to this world and leave the inheritance here. I think that after all, someone will be able to achieve enlightenment and practice by chance."

Fang Chang and Sang Ziping were not surprised by this. For practitioners, it is normal to make such a choice.

The fruit wine brewed by the pot is made of unknown wild fruits produced nearby as raw materials. It is not as good as the wine outside, but it has its own interest.

After drinking two pots of wine, Fang Chang untied the gourd around his waist and said with a smile:

"We are from the Central Plains, and the sorghum wine there is very suitable for my taste. There are good wines produced here in the Western Regions, and I have collected some of them."

Then he pulled two coarse pots, turned the mouth of the gourd and fell into it.

When pouring into the first wine pot, the clear sorghum wine came out from the mouth of the gourd, and when pouring into the second wine pot, the amber wine came out from the mouth of the gourd. This scene made the immortal in the pot next to him amazing, and praised the opportunity of the long magic powers and creation.

"I thanked the host for the reception, and I did not prepare a gift when I came in, so I could only express my gratitude by chatting with these two pots of wine."

"The guest is too modest." The fairy in the pot laughed and said, "I have never tasted the products outside before I have been out for seven hundred years, so these two pots of wine are rare for me. In this way, I have made a lot of money. I have exchanged two pots of homemade spirits for two pots of good wine. I should thank you."

This sense of humor from the immortal in the pot made the three of them laugh together.

Fangchang lifted two pieces of dessert and chewed it. This place has a sparse population, so the products are poor. There is less oil and sugar in the dessert. Fortunately, it is mixed with some broken nuts and dried fruits, and blended them with the juice of unknown grass, which is refreshing and refreshing.

After all, I have been in one place for seven hundred years and I don’t have much to do on weekdays. The immortal in the pot only devotes his time to practicing and studying surrounding properties. There are always a few cooking methods to keep the box in the bottom of the box.

During the chat, Fang Chang also learned that the legend of "the gods in the mountains" was circulating among the residents of this world.

Although there are only a few people who have had contact with the immortal in the pot.

But this also made the rumor go away without much effort and become even more bizarre.

There is little entertainment in life. For the residents of this world, besides singing random songs or playing a few simple homemade instruments, using their imagination to tell stories is a cheap, effortless and everyone can find fun.

Therefore, there are many different opinions about the immortal in the Huzhong who lives in seclusion in the mountains, but the villagers of each village unanimously determined that ancestors of all generations have seen the elderly in the mountains, and many of the items in the village were passed down by the old man. Therefore, they only speculated and fabricated the origins of the "gods in the mountains", and their tone was followed by some respect in their tone.

After a few hours, Fang Chang looked up and found that the sun on his head had not moved at all, so he said strangely:

"Can this world have day and night?"

"Of course there are." said the immortal in the pot. "The sun in the sky is born from the creation of this world, but it is not the real sun. In the evening, things will move from the side to cover it, so you can see the sun like a new moon every morning and evening - but the residents inside have always seen this and are used to it."

So Fang Chang and Sang Ziping waited.

Sure enough, in the evening, the sun first lacked a corner, and then, like a sesame cake that was constantly bitten, the light part became smaller and smaller, and finally became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared. However, it was not completely dark around, but a faint light of the sky.

The sound of insects ringing around them is constantly, except for the slight breeze, it is very quiet.

The immortal in the pot took a lit firewood and inserted it on the ground next to him, wanting to stay overnight at Fang Chang and Sang Ziping, but they refused and stood up to say goodbye.

In response to this, the immortal in the pot did not try to keep him, but told them how to go out-

As long as you stand in the position you are standing when you come in, you will not deviate from three feet away, and you can jump out of the spot.

However, the two of them did not hurry to leave, but turned around to ask, why did the immortal in the pot shout "earthquake" inside when he was shaking this pot of fortune just now? If the shaking outside is too strong, will it affect the peace of this world?

The immortal in the pot laughed and said:

"This is not true, but as a practitioner, I can feel the shaking outside, and I feel a little uncomfortable. And even though the pot where this world is located is inconspicuous, the idler will definitely not be able to break it."

"Even if a powerful man is bored, he smashes the pot, the world has become a climate and will still exist, but there is no way to come in outside."

Fang Chang nodded and then asked:

"How do we deal with this pot after we go out? Put it in place?"

"That's the best." said the immortal in the pot, "You two can leave this pot of fortune here as it is. As for what will happen later, let's go with the flow."

"Then let's say goodbye, please take care of me."

Fang Chang and Sang Ziping clasped their fists slightly, then jumped on the spot. In an instant, the scenery in front of them changed. The seclusion land of beautiful water and clear mountains disappeared, and the oasis town in the desert reappeared. However, it was already midnight, and the moon was full and bright in the sky, and no one walked on the road.

Looking around, Sang Ziping sighed, "I didn't expect that after walking, I could meet my fellow travelers living in the pot."

Fang Chang next to him did not reply. He looked at the thin-necked pot still lying in the spot and half buried in the soil. He smiled slightly, then reached out and pointed.

In an instant, the middle of this road was not trampled. Lush plants and trees grew in the area covered by weeds, completely covering the gray fine porcelain pot. And several of them continued to extend upwards until they covered the sky. When it was daytime, there would be a piece of shade here.
Chapter completed!