Chapter 277 [Reciprocity]

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

"I don't know about that." Hu Zhongxian shook his head, took the jug aside, poured it slowly into the glass in front of him, and said:

"Since I got this good fortune pot, there have been two small villages in it. There are a few villagers in it, and the customs and costumes are the same as those of the outside world."

"Now that 700 years have passed, the number of people inside is limited by the food in this world. It's just that in the process of finding places to farm, they are naturally dispersed to several villages, and the increase is not much."

Fang Chang nodded and said: "Although the development is slow, it has also avoided the turbulent wind and clouds outside. It is a great blessing to be safe."

On the other hand, Sang Ziping was curious and asked:

"Are there any practitioners inside?"

Immortal in the pot shook his head and said:

"The world in the Good Fortune Pot has a small population, and there is a temporary lack of inspiration. At present, no one is lucky enough to embark on the road of cultivation. Of course, it may also be that the inspiration in the pot was occupied by me after I came in, so no fellows can be born for a long time."

"I don't plan to go out again. After I die, I will return everything to this world, and then leave the inheritance here. I think, after all, someone will be able to meet by chance and practice."

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 Hu Zhongxian is made from unknown wild fruits grown nearby. It is not as good as the wines outside, but it is interesting.

After the three drank the two jugs of wine, Fang Chang untied the gourd around his waist and said with a smile:

"We are from the Central Plains. The sorghum wine there suits my taste very well. The Western Regions also produce good wines. I collected some."

Then he pulled two rough clay pots, turned the mouth of the gourd and poured them into them.

When pouring into the first wine jug, clear sorghum wine came out of the mouth of the gourd, and when poured into the second wine jug, amber wine came out of the mouth of the gourd. This scene amazed the fairy in the nearby pot. Lian Zan Fang Chang's mana is a chance for good luck.

"Thanks to the host's hospitality, I didn't prepare a gift when I came in, so I can only chat with these two jugs of wine to express my gratitude."

"The guests are too modest." The Immortal in the Pot laughed and said, "I haven't been out for seven hundred years, and I haven't tasted the products outside, so these two pots of wine are rare for me. In this way, I have made a lot of money , I exchanged two jugs of self-brewed spirits for two jugs of fine wine, I should be the one to thank you."

Hu Zhongxian's sense of humor made the three of them laugh together.

Fang Chang picked up two pieces of snacks and chewed them. This place is sparsely populated, so the produce is poor. There is little oil and sugar in the snacks. Fortunately, there are some crushed nuts and dried fruits mixed in, and they have been blended with the juice of unknown grass. , Fragrant and refreshing.

After all, he has stayed in one place for seven hundred years, and he doesn't have much to do on weekdays. The Immortal in the Pot only spends his time on cultivation and researching the surrounding products, and there are always a few cooking methods that are under the pressure of the bottom of the box.

During the chat, Fang Chang also learned that among the residents of this world, there is a legend of "the fairy in the mountain".

Although there are only a few people who have had contact with the Immortal in the Pot.

But this also made the rumors lose their shape without much effort, making them even more grotesque.

There is little entertainment in life. For the residents of this world, apart from singing some fabricated songs or playing a few simple homemade instruments, telling stories with imagination is a cheap, effortless, and A way for everyone to have fun.

So there are different opinions about the Huzhong Immortal who lives in seclusion in the mountains, but the villagers of all villages agree that the ancestors of all dynasties have seen the old man in the mountain, and many of the methods of making items in the village are passed down by the old man. Therefore, regarding the "Mountain Immortal", they are just guessing and fabricating their origins, with a little respect in their tone after all.

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

"Is there day and night in this world?"

"Of course there are." Hu Zhongxian said, "The sun in the sky is created by the good fortune of this world, but it is not a real sun. In the evening, something will move from the side to cover it, so every day In the morning and evening, you can see the sun like a crescent moon—it’s just that 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 lost a corner at first, and then, like a biscuit being chewed on, the bright part became smaller and smaller, and finally became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared. However, the surroundings were not completely dark, but there was a faint glimmer of skylight.

There were constant buzzing of insects around, except for the slight sound of wind, it was very quiet.

The Fairy in the Pot took a lighted firewood and stuck it on the ground beside him, intending to stay Fang Chang and Sang Ziping overnight, but they refused and got up to leave.

In this regard, Hu Zhongxian did not persuade them to stay, but told them how to get out——

As long as you stand at the position you stood at when you came in, and do not miss three feet, you can go outside by jumping on the spot.

However, the two of them did not leave in a hurry, but turned around and asked, why did the Immortal in the pot shout "earthquake" inside when shaking the good luck pot just now? The peace of heaven and earth?

Hearing this, the Immortal in the Pot laughed and said:

"That's not true, but as a practitioner, I can feel the shaking outside and feel a little uncomfortable. And don't look at the pot where this world is located. It looks inconspicuous, but it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to break it."

"Even if there is a powerful person who is so bored and smashes the pot, the world has become a climate here, and it will still exist, but there will be no way for outsiders to come in."

Fang Chang nodded, then asked:

"After we go out, what do we do with this pot? Put it where it is?"

"That's the best." Immortal Pot said, "Both of you can leave this Good Fortune Pot here as it is. As for what will happen later, it's up to fate."

"Then we bid farewell, Your Excellency takes care."

Fang Chang and Sang Ziping clasped their fists slightly, and then jumped up on the spot. The scenery in front of them changed instantly. The secluded place with beautiful water and mountains and clear mountains disappeared, and the oasis town in the desert reappeared. It's just that it's midnight now, the moon is full and bright in the sky, and no one is walking on the road.

Looking around, Sang Ziping sighed and said, "I never expected to meet a fellow who lives in the pot."

Fang Chang next to him didn't reply. He looked at the thin-necked pot that was still lying on the spot, half buried in the soil, smiled slightly, and then stretched out his hand and pointed lightly.

In an instant, lush vegetation grew in the untrodden and covered place in the middle of the road, completely covering the dusty fine porcelain pot. And some of them keep extending upwards until they cover the sky, and when it is daytime, there will be a shade here.

From now on, the situation where pedestrians subconsciously bypass this place will no longer be against the law.

Thank you radish 005 for your reward.