Mozun Tianxia

Just when Fang Ling was in a dilemma about what expression he should use, the drunkard stood up, and then walked out regardless of the ridicule of the people around him.After walking a few steps, he stopped, looked back at Fang Ling, and said, "Still leaving?"

Although the drunkard didn't mention his name, Fang Ling also knew that he was talking to himself, so he walked out under the suspicious eyes of everyone. The drunkard didn't say much, and kept walking forward.

Fang Ling wanted to ask, but seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to answer him, he continued to keep silent. He looked up at the sky and found that it was still early, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

After walking for a while, Fang Ling saw the alcoholic leading him to a broken thatched hut outside the city. Seeing the alcoholic walking in, Fang Ling had no choice but to follow in. After entering, he found that there were people living here. Compared with the rags outside, this place is relatively tidy, and there is a piece of tattered clothes that Fang Ling is familiar with in a corner, so he knows that the drunkard lives here.

Fang Ling knew about the dilapidated house here, but the house was empty before, probably because the alcoholic came here and lived there.

"Why did you bring me here?" Standing at the door, Fang Ling asked.

"Did I bring you here? Didn't you come here by yourself?"

Fang Ling was speechless for a while. Regarding the words of the drunkard, he felt that he really trusted people too easily.

Seeing Fang Ling's brows furrowed, the drunkard said: "Some of the spiritual plants I planted just matured today, and I wanted to find someone to drink with, and I just met you, so you are lucky."

"Lingzhi?" Although it has been so long since he became an ordinary person, Fang Ling admitted that when he heard this term, his heart, which had been calm for a long time, couldn't help but feel turbulent. When his spiritual roots were still intact, Fang Ling The family also has its own Lingzhi Garden, where Fang Ling has seen many good things and eaten a lot, but now he doesn't even have the qualification to go in and take a look.

"That's right." The drunkard nodded.

Fang Ling suppressed the excitement in his heart. Many sects and aristocratic families have things about Lingzhi. Of course, many people have their own Lingzhi Garden, but everyone’s Lingzhi Garden will be different, and the plants in it have different quality. At the same time, a Lingzhi Garden can even express the identity of the owner and his cultivation level, but everyone's private Lingzhi Garden is not easy for outsiders to enter, so now the drunkard invites him in. Fang Ling was hesitant.

"I'm just an ordinary person now, and these spiritual plants don't have much effect on me." After struggling for a while, Fang Ling spoke with some difficulty. It took him nearly ten years to keep himself away from that world and return to normal. People's lives, now I don't want to enter again.

"Cultivators can improve their cultivation, and mortals can also enhance their physique and prolong their lifespan. It will do you no harm at all."

"It's almost time for me to work, and now I have to rush back."

"Don't worry, the time in my Lingzhi Garden can be stopped, and I will let you out when I drink enough." After the drunkard finished speaking, Fang Ling saw an enchantment entrance appearing in front of them, and then did not wait for him to react When he came over, he was dragged in.

If Fang Ling guessed that the drunkard was an expert before, then when he entered the drunkard's Lingzhi Garden, he completely overturned his previous understanding of the alcoholic. The person who owns such a Lingzhiyuan is definitely not the so-called expert he thought before. It's a higher level that I can't even imagine. But looking at the back of the drunkard, Fang Ling remembered that the drunkard said that he came to see him because he was bored. Such a big charm.

"Although the garden is a bit small, there are quite a lot of varieties. You can eat whatever you like." The drunkard took Fang Ling into a spiritual orchard. After looking around, he found that many of the fruits here were ripe. Although Fang Ling is a mortal, but seeing the colorful aura lingering around him, he can guess that the quality of the spiritual fruit here is at least grade [-] or higher, which is not comparable to Fang Jialing Zhiyuan.

Hearing the drunkard say that the yard is small, Fang Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes. This is only a small part of this Lingzhi Garden, but it is enough to despise the Fang family and even all the family sects around it.If these people knew, they would definitely rush up to hug the drunkard's thigh. Any fruit in it is a good tonic.

Fang Ling still refused just now, but now that he has been pulled in, he decided not to be polite, looked around, and walked towards one of the fruit trees.Fang Ling didn't know the name of this fruit, and all the fruits in it were not particularly outstanding, but Fang Ling saw it at a glance and walked over directly.

When he came to the fruit tree, Fang Ling stretched out his hand to pick one, and then found that the drunkard was standing beside him motionless and looking at him. He couldn't see the other person's face when he turned around, so he asked, "What's the matter, can't this be eaten?" At the same time Yang raised the fruit in his hand, just now the other party said that he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted, so he regretted it.

The drunkard came back to his senses, and slowly shook his head: "You can eat it, I'm just curious, there are so many fruits here, why did you choose this one?"

Looking down at the fruit in his hand, Fang Ling replied, "I saw it at first sight, so I came here."

I saw him for the first time, so I came here.The drunkard's vision couldn't help being blurred, as if someone had said this to him before, and the voice still seemed to be in his ears.