Chapter 313 Fang Wai Is Truly a Divine Being (56)

Li Cheng was a little confused when he saw Chang Ping at the door.

He knew that the other party was his new neighbor, but it was just an acquaintance.

Today, he suddenly saw the other party at the door. Li Cheng was not sure what the other party meant, but he still said: "Fellow Taoist Chang, what's wrong?"

After achieving the golden elixir, the desire for food and drink has faded a lot.

But Li Cheng's dinner looked really good. Even Chang Ping couldn't help but take a second look, and was immediately caught by Li Cheng.

Smiling, Li Cheng said: "Did Fellow Daoist Chang eat? If not, come here and deal with it?"

"That's...ok."

Placing the roast goose he brought on the plate, Chang Ping deliberately showed off and saw that the roast goose was divided into several pieces in the blink of an eye, and the bones inside were taken out directly. The top was clean and there was no trace of meat.

After the wine was put away, the wine flew out automatically and landed in front of the two of them. The dew hanging on the wine bottle freezes automatically and turns into a wine glass to catch the wine.

I thought that his move would surprise the other party, but I didn't expect that Li Cheng didn't care at all. He just pushed a bowl of spiritual rice in front of Chang Ping and said with a smile: "Today's rice is the old rice. Originally, I just wanted to deal with it." I didn't expect a guest. If you mind, I'll prepare some new rice for you."

"...I'm sorry, I'm a villain."

"Um?"

"It's okay. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li. I won't be polite."

Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, Chang Ping took a small bite of rice, and then his eyes lit up.

The rice is plump and has a pleasant fragrance in the mouth. Even in Changping, I have never tasted such good rice.

When he was in the Star Palace, the treatment of an immortal master like him was not bad, but there had never been such appetizing rice, which allowed people to eat three bowls even without side dishes.

Although he was quite happy, Chang Ping still ate slowly and asked curiously after finishing the meal: "Fellow Daoist Li, this rice is good."

Li Cheng glanced at Chang Ping silently, and then said with a smile: "This is the variety recently cultivated by Shennong Valley. Since the God of Agriculture gained authority, the cultivated food has become more and more delicious. This spiritual rice was just recently cultivated. Although the price is a little expensive, eating it can replenish qi and blood, and can improve the speed of practice. I am not very qualified in practice, but I have gained something from eating this rice, so I eat it often."

"That's it. I have been practicing in remote areas before, and this is the first time I know about this kind of thing."

"I see."

While talking, Chang Ping picked up another piece of beef and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up.

It is fat but not greasy, melts in your mouth, and has no fishy smell of meat. It goes perfectly with rice.

"Isn't this beef cheap?" Chang Ping asked in surprise, "I have never eaten beef like this."

"Wrong, this meat is actually the cheapest. It is also a crop of Shennong Valley. Although it looks like meat, it is a fruit that is grown on a tree. After being broken open, it becomes beef. If you use this method to grow meat, the price is One-fifth of the previous one, but the taste and nutrition are 30% higher than before.”

"...Incredible. The God of Agriculture is actually willing to do such a thing?"

"The God of Agriculture cares about the world. He only hopes that there will be no starvation in the world. He is willing to do anything no matter how hard or tired he is."

Staring at the meat on the chopsticks, Chang Ping couldn't help but think of Caiyuan Xingjun, and silently lamented in his heart that they were both Xingjun, and the difference between the two was really big.

One is willing to step on the mud in the field to farm, and the other is aloof and enjoys the offerings of others, and the relationship between them immediately opens up.

With a wry smile, Chang Ping took another bite of vegetables. He felt that the dish was crisp and refreshing, and the simple cooking made it impossible to stop.

After a simple meal, Chang Ping drank water and wine and lamented that the current decency was different from what Xing Jun said.

In the wealth star palace, belittling Kyushu is the right thing to do.

According to Mr. Caiyuan Xingjun, the Jiuzhou monks are extremely stubborn, and no matter which sect they belong to, they are as stupid as pigs. The entire cultivation world is like a dirty pigsty, so filthy that it is unimaginable.

Unexpectedly, after arriving, I found that not only was this place not very dirty, it was actually better than I imagined.

With the help of the God of Agriculture, a young Qi Refining monk could eat as well as himself, or even better. This made Chang Ping feel for the first time that Caiyuan Xingjun might not be right.

After finishing the meal, he thought about it for a while, and then said to Li Cheng: "Fellow Daoist Li, actually I came here today because I have something to ask for."

"Please tell me."

"I heard that games can make money, so I hope fellow Taoist Li can teach me how to make games."

Chang Ping's frankness surprised Li Cheng.

Many people always treat themselves with a layer of justice when doing things, but it is true that there are not many people who are as honest as Chang Ping.

From the beginning, I hope to use the game to earn spiritual stones, which is much more honest than many people.

After thinking about it, Li Cheng said: "Young Taoist Chang is quite open-minded, so I can help you a little. Has Taoist Chang ever played games before?"

"Well...it's a little bit, but I'm not sure if it's a game."

"If Fellow Daoist Chang is not sure, you might as well play a game first."

After groping around in his arms, Li Cheng took out a half-old jade slip and handed it to Chang Ping.

"This is a game I have collected from Fangwai. Fellow Daoist Chang can try it out. You can play all the games in it, but there are two games you should not touch. One is "Refining Wind and Cloud Record" and the other is "Soul of Heaven". You can touch it after playing other games, but don’t touch it until you get tired of it.”

Li Cheng had always given Chang Ping a gentle and elegant impression, but when he mentioned the two games, Li Cheng's attitude became particularly serious.

Nodding subconsciously, Chang Ping took the jade slip, thanked him again, and left, returning to his own courtyard to play games.

Following Li Cheng's advice, Chang Ping first played "Survivors of the Righteous Path", and then stepped out after two hours, staring at the jade slip in his hand.

A masterpiece.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this game is extremely perfect. If he hadn't died in the underworld, he would have given this game a full score.

He could empathize with the journey of the nameless monk, and the random magic weapons made him feel fresh at each level, making him want to play again after playing.

Resisting the urge to continue playing, he opened "Mountain Walk".

Two hours later, Chang Ping, with red eyes, quit the game and looked at the jade slip and sighed again: "A masterpiece."

Excellent illustrations, wonderful stories, short chapters but telling the tragedy of a small person, and the happy ending at the end made this game sublime again.

Next, try "Ask for the Tribe".

After trying one game after another, Chang Ping finally understood why so many people admire Fang Wai.

Fang Wai is really a god!

Such good things are actually given away for free. The other party must have a broad mind like the God of Agriculture, otherwise how could he be so generous.

After playing for a day in a row, he seemed like a monkey in a peach orchard, taking a bite of almost every peach and wanting to eat every one of them.

When he felt that he had a good understanding of the game, his mind surged to "Soul of Heaven".