He recalled the young man's face, which was seven points similar to the man in front of him.

He watched the mountain for 500 years, guarded the mountain for 500 years, and protected the mountain for 500 years, and before he knew it, he was recognized by the green python mountain, the recognition of heaven and earth, and thus became the god of this mountain.

He doesn't need incense sacrifices, and he doesn't need the approval of any human emperor, because heaven and earth have approved of Him.

From that moment on, the mountain was Him, and He, not just the Mountain.

Originally, he thought that after he became a mountain god, there were not many existences in the heavens and the earth that he needed to fear.

But three years ago, when he saw the young man who had stepped into His dream and sought His teachings, He once again realized the height of the heavens, the vastness of the earth, and the insignificance of himself.

He remembered how he felt when he first came into the world, opened his eyes, and looked at the heavens and the earth.

Therefore, when he was awakened by the great demon White Snake, and after hearing the great demon tell about his tragic experience, he understood the source of that mighty qi, and he had no feeling for everything that Bai Qi had experienced, as it should be.

However, it was the younger brother of that person who caused this majestic aura to appear in the mountain, whether it was blood or soul breath, it was so similar, which made him a little uncertain.

Even so, the order in the mountain, as a mountain god, still needs to be maintained, and Haoran Qi should not appear in the mountain, which will disturb or even destroy the original order of the mountain.

Therefore, he sent the essence of ginseng, using the scales that fell off as a token, to bring the wolf demon who could ignore the aura of Haoran here, and after sensing the appearance of Feng Qing'an's will, he sent the white wolf to invite him here.

“……”

Feng Qing'an looked at the green-shirted gentleman in front of him who couldn't help but want to get close, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't know that this mountain myth turned around, and he didn't intend to continue the in-depth discussion.

"I asked you to come here, not to discuss your eldest brother with you, he is not someone I can evaluate."

Looking at Feng Qing'an's expectant gaze, the mountain god smiled, and then waved his sleeves and swept lightly, just between them, a green jade table appeared, on which appeared a set of crystal clear, like a tea set carved from white ice.

"Wild tea in the mountains, I hope you don't laugh!"

Seeing this mountain god sitting at the tea table, Feng Qing'an was full of doubts, and he was also quite slandered, so he sat down together.

Wild tea or something, naturally this mountain god is humbling, what is placed on the table by the gods, where can it be? It's not a spiritual thing, but it's better than a spiritual thing.

But no matter how good this tea is, what does it have to do with him? In his current state, he can even pass through gusts of wind, and he can still drink tea? No kidding.

Even if Feng Qing'an muttered in his heart, he was cast by the mountain god at this moment, and he manifested his body here, he could only honestly watch the mountain god perform, and I have to say that the tea skills of this great god are smooth and extremely pleasing to the eye.

And Feng Qing'an, who was like a hillbilly, watched the mountain god finish the operation like spring and snow, and saw the mountain god put a cup of jade cup full of clear green tea in front of him.

"Taste it and see how it tastes, I haven't done it in a hundred years!"

"Can I still drink tea like this?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help it anymore and asked, but as he spoke, the palm he raised, which was obviously translucent, touched the teacup.

The touch of substance, as well as the warmth of the tea, came together, Feng Qing'an lowered his head, he was really shocked by himself at this moment, and couldn't help but hold the teacup and hold it up.

Feng Qing'an looked at the green-shirted gentleman who was sitting with a smile on the other side, and was sipping tea, and asked,

"What the hell am I in right now?"

He really couldn't understand it, because the way he was now, it was beyond his understanding.

He could clearly feel his body sitting in a quiet and peaceful village, and he could even see all the furnishings in the room, but he was also sitting opposite the mountain god, and he could even pick up the tea handed by the mountain god.

"I don't know!"

But at this time, in the face of the inquiring Feng Qing'an, he picked up the teacup and tasted the tea leisurely, fresh and refined, but the mountain god with the demeanor of a famous man replied like this.

"How could you not know?"

Feng Qing'an didn't understand, and felt that the great god in front of him was slightly punished.

"I'm just pulling out this distraction of yours, and what makes you the way you are now is your own cultivation, how can I understand this? It's also the first time I've seen such a subtle practice! ”

The mountain god explained.

“……”

Feng Qing'an was silent, and the cultivation method that was praised by a mountain god seemed to be very good. However, he couldn't understand it, and even judging from the description of the mountain god, he didn't fully exploit the potential characteristics of the cultivation method at all.

"You don't understand it yourself, how can I understand it all, but, in my opinion, your distraction is quite similar to the Dao Gate Yin God, but it is very different."

"What's the difference?"

Feng Qing'an humbly asks for advice, it is rare to have a great god, although he didn't understand the method he cultivated, but the other party's realm strength is high, as the so-called one law, ten thousand laws, can give him some guidance.

"It's too weak!"

"Huh?"

"The Daomen Yin God I have seen is like a real person, lifelike, and even the skin texture can be clearly seen, as for you, ......"

The mountain god was very face-saving and didn't continue, but Feng Qing'an himself knew it in his heart, he was like this, like a gust of wind that could blow it away, or there was nothing that could blow it away at all.

But even so, it made Feng Qing'an's heart extremely happy, after all, he didn't look at what he was comparing with, and if he could cultivate the Taoist Yin God, it would have to be a land immortal.

"The tea is going to be cold, taste it, it tastes bad when it's cold, although I can't see through the method you practice, but after all, it is the cultivation of the soul, my wild tea, has the effect of warming the soul, and it is also a little beneficial to you!"

Hearing this, Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, and he didn't have time to think about it, as if a cow was chewing Du Dan, he took a sip of the tea in the jade cup in his hand.

The tea entered the throat, turned into mist, soaked the whole body, and a feeling of fluttering fairy suddenly came, and Feng Qing'an just wanted to moan comfortably at the moment.

But at this moment, standing above the sea of clouds, there is a great god next to him, and there is even a big demon, behind him is a beast pet raised by himself, Feng Qing'an endured the freak-making comfort, and did not lose his manners.

"How does it taste?"

Not caring about Feng Qing'an's vulgar behavior, the mountain god asked with a smile.

"Can I have another drink?"

Feng Qing'an hesitated for a moment, then put the empty jade cup in his hand on the table, pushed it forward, and asked cheekily.