Calabash Fairy

The next morning.

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, in front of the Mountain God Temple, the pure and spiritual energy from within a hundred miles is constantly rising and gathering here.

A young man with a calm expression and handsome features was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his long, black hair casually draped behind him.

Golden sunlight shone on him, as if he were draped in a dazzling golden veil, making him appear almost divine.

In the mountains and forests, birds and beasts that had been waiting there gathered around him, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Half an hour later, as Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes, the spiritual energy gathered around him gradually receded.

All around, the mountain creatures that had instinctively gathered left and returned to the wilderness. Some of the more intelligent ones bowed their heads in respect, and birds brought fruit to Fang Yan's side as a sign of affection and gratitude.

"Go, go."

Fang Yan watched them leave one by one with gentle eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on a crow and a white rabbit.

These two little guys are the ones with the best chance of cultivating into demons on Qingfeng Mountain right now, and they are also the ones he visits most frequently during his daily cultivation.

He didn't intentionally train these little guys; he was just happy if his daily cultivation could benefit the creatures in the mountains.

Junheng leaned against the door of the mountain god temple, watching this scene, and yawned listlessly.

He was only interested in fighting and becoming stronger. Although some minor demons had gathered in his White Tiger Cave, he never interfered and let them do as they pleased.

However, his brother Fang loved to tinker with flowers, plants, and spiritual roots, and he stayed on the mountain all year round, unwilling to go out, which was completely different from his personality.

Just then, Junheng suddenly remembered something, and immediately perked up. He sat up straight, rubbed his hands together, and asked expectantly:

"Brother Fang, do you still have any wine on this mountain?"

On Qingfeng Mountain, besides the Emerald Spirit Ointment, the only thing he could think about was the spirit wine brewed by Brother Fang himself. Its taste was much better than the bland soup in his White Tiger Cave!

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes and chuckled in exasperation:

"To prevent some scoundrels from getting drunk and wielding knives, and nearly using their mountain-moving magic to move other people's mountains, I haven't brewed wine for a long time!"

In his previous life, Fang Yan attended many social drinking parties while working at the company, so he was considered "well-informed".

But compared to this one...

Now, just thinking about that tiger, reeking of alcohol, who had his arm around his shoulder and insisted on moving him from Qingfeng Mountain to become good neighbors and buddies with Baihu Cave, gives him a headache!

If you were to say that a certain thousand-year-old demon is incredibly powerful, Fang Yan would definitely agree and give it a thumbs up, but its drinking manners...

snort!

Upon hearing this, Junheng immediately gave a sheepish smile, his gaze darting around. Fortunately, his skin was as thick as a city wall and he had tiger fur covering his face, so no one could tell that he was blushing.

"Um... last time I just couldn't resist and drank too much..."

While Junheng was undoubtedly wise throughout his life, he repeatedly lost face in front of his own brothers.

Four years ago, he fought with an old dragon and was seriously injured. While riding the demonic wind, he accidentally fell onto Qingfeng Mountain and was attracted by the Emerald Spirit Ointment that Fang Yan was preparing.

The two first met through that encounter and transaction.

Soon, Junheng discovered that although Fang Yan's cultivation level seemed shallow, he was quite capable, especially the small golden seal in Fang Yan's hand, which made him feel a sense of threat.

Besides, Junheng discovered that this mountain god seemed to have many secrets. Not only did he know all kinds of treasures, but only the mountain god could also refine the Cui Ling Ointment, which was extremely effective in healing his injuries. Therefore, he put away his contempt.

As for Fang Yan, he was somewhat surprised to find that although this tiger demon was arrogant, foul-mouthed, and warlike, it surprisingly kept its promises and was not a demon worth befriending.

And so, after a while, the two became friends.

Looking back on the past, Junheng was also filled with emotion.

To be honest, he originally intended to rob it openly, but Fang Yan, who had the Mountain God Seal in hand, ran into the Qingfeng Mountain Secret Realm in the blink of an eye.

Without Fang Yan's permission, only Fang Yan can enter this Qingfeng Secret Realm. However, Fang Yan can use his powerful seal to smash him inside the secret realm, which is a completely shameless way of fighting.

Already seriously injured, he had no choice but to make the deal with the other party...

But then again, judging from Brother Fang's wary look, he can forget about getting any wine today...

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Nighttime, at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, in Xiahe Village.

This village is built along the river, with more than 500 households and over 2,000 people. It can be considered a large village within a radius of a thousand miles. In recent years, under the protection of the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain, life has gradually improved, and its scale has continued to expand.

At this moment, at the village chief's home.

"Father, this is the general situation regarding the rumors that the mountain god suddenly appeared in the village last night. Although the two people kept stammering and wouldn't say why, everyone has a rough idea of ​​what they went to the mountain god's temple for."

"That couple, Xu San and his wife, they're really something..."

Dressed in linen clothes, the burly Yang Dongdong clicked his tongue with some emotion, unsure of what to say about this eccentric couple.

Xiahe Village is neither big nor small, but it only has a limited number of people. If something happens, it will become known to everyone in no time.

Last night, Xu San ran down the mountain shouting and yelling, which was seen by many people. Naturally, this also attracted the attention of the village chief's family.

The elderly man in the scholar's robe placed the oil lamp back on the table and said in a deep voice:

"Hmph! Do they really think no one knows about the despicable things they've done? Not only are they ashamed of themselves, but for their own selfish desires, they've even gone so far as to report it to the Mountain God!"

"Ignore them. This is probably a warning from the Mountain God. If they don't behave themselves, they're truly beyond redemption!"

Yang Dongdong nodded in agreement. In recent years, every family in Xiahe Village has worshipped the Mountain God, who has been protecting them. They often hear various legends about him in the village.

It's like a husband who broke his arm and leg while chopping wood on the mountain. He thought he could only wait to die on the mountain, but he saw the mountain god in his dream and found himself back home the next morning.

For example, in previous years the village was frequently disturbed by wild animals in the mountains, and some people even lost their lives as a result, but in recent years it has been peaceful.

And there are many more such legends...

Especially his family; he and his two brothers were all saved from the jaws of wolves by the Mountain God years ago—a debt of life-saving grace for their entire family...

The old man in the scholar's robe turned around and looked at Yang Dongdong, a thoughtful expression on his stern face.

"...Dong'er, call your third brother and prepare the offerings overnight. Tomorrow morning, the two of you will come up the mountain with me to pay our respects to the Mountain God."

"Yes, Father!"

Yang Dongdong nodded quickly and turned to leave, but before she had taken two steps, her father called her back.

"etc."

"father?"

"How is the granddaughter of Old Mrs. Zhang in the east of the village doing after taking the elixir?"

"I saw that girl. She seems to have fully recovered. Yesterday, she was climbing a tree with our Xiaohu at the village entrance, stealing sparrow eggs."

"Alright, go to Old Lady Zhang's house and tell her that we are going up the mountain to pay our respects to the Mountain God tomorrow. If she also wants to go up the mountain to fulfill her vow, she can come along."

"Yes, Father, I'll take care of it right away."

The old man in the scholar's robe grunted in acknowledgment, watched his eldest son leave, and then slowly turned around to look at the book on the table whose ink was still wet.

"The Mountain God of Qingfeng Mountain (One Volume)"