Brewing wine

Half a month later.

The sacred rice has quietly ripened.

The plump grains of rice had already bent the rice stalks low.

The rice ears, which should have been extremely thick and strong, were now bent so easily by the weight, which looked rather strange.

Looking at the small field where the spirit rice was already ripe, Fang Zelin couldn't stop smiling.

They immediately released the message, inviting Zhang Weichu and He Chenyi to come and try it when they had some free time.

Then, he took a small amount of spirit rice, preparing to brew Clear as Empty.

Fang Zelin had already prepared the brewing equipment beforehand, and when he was about to brew the wine, he even went up the mountain to fetch freshly gushing spring water.

But when Fang Zelin brought the spring water to the front and back of the wooden house, he suddenly patted his head.

Ancient prescriptions state that the best spring water should be sourced from high-quality mountain springs.

Fang Zelin felt that the mountain spring in Yingping Peak was excellent, and presumably of top quality.

However, after carrying the spring water down, Fang Zelin suddenly thought, perhaps he could use the spiritual rain to brew wine?

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin immediately used the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique to collect the spiritual rain into the wooden bucket.

Just to be on the safe side, Fang Zelin scooped out a little of the spiritual rain to taste.

As the refreshing rain entered my throat, I immediately felt a cool sensation spreading throughout my body, and a warm, moist feeling in my mouth.

"No wonder this spirit rice likes the spirit rain so much! I'd like it too!"

Fang Zelin looked at Lingyu swaying in the wooden tub and couldn't help but smile to himself.

He's a seasoned cultivator, and even he has this feeling now. Those who haven't absorbed Spiritual Power before would probably like it even more.

With this in mind, Fang Zelin no longer hesitated and continued brewing wine with the already steamed spirit rice.

"I wonder if the white deer knows about the ripening of the spirit rice. If it doesn't, should I go to the mountains and forests to look for them?"

"Or we could leave a copy for them later; they can just take it when they come."

As Fang Zelin brewed the wine, he thought about how he had previously invited Bai Lu to come and try it.

Zhang Weichu has already notified He Chenyi, who is by the river, but Bai Lu doesn't know how to notify him.

But before he could finish speaking, Fang Zelin felt a slight twitch at his ear, sensing something approaching.

Looking back, they were astonished to see the white deer leading the giant tiger.

Bai Lu seemed quite familiar with this place and walked straight over.

The giant tiger behind them, at this moment, seemed a bit like a child being led by their parents to meet an elder, looking rather timid and shy.

Fang Zelin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of such a giant tiger.

"Your nose is quite sensitive; it knew my sacred rice was ripe."

Fang Zelin couldn't help but smile when he saw the two demons.

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu immediately bowed her head slightly to show respect, "This little demon has a general sense of when such things will mature, so I've been counting down the days."

Bai Lu's words made Fang Zelin suddenly realize, "That's right."

The same thing happened with the ginseng before; the other party could probably sense that the ginseng had matured in time.

"Please sit down for a while."

Fang Zelin invited the two demons to sit down first, as he still needed to continue brewing wine.

Upon hearing this, the white deer immediately lay down on the spot, while the giant tiger sat down heavily and then half-stood up, its fierceness revealing a hint of tension.

Seeing the foolish tiger's behavior, the white deer felt helpless and ignored it, simply shifting its body away from the tiger.

The chickens nearby had already been frightened and ran far away, not daring to cluck once.

After spending some time, Fang Zelin finally managed to seal it up and breathed a sigh of relief.

After sealing the items away, he then approached the two demons.

Upon seeing the giant tiger sitting in such a posture, Fang Zelin couldn't help but chuckle.

"It seems you've benefited somewhat from eating those two ginseng leaves earlier."

The fur of both demons now had a sheen of color, faintly glowing with a spiritual light.

Just by looking at them, it's clear that the two demons must have gained some benefits.

"Yes, we did gain some benefits."

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu immediately admitted that his cultivation level had increased significantly after consuming the two ginseng leaves.

The tiger demon, still seated, was extremely nervous.

Fang Zelin looked at the furry tiger head, thought for a moment, and reached out to stroke its fur.

I've never petted a tiger in my two lives, but today my wish finally came true.

I have to say, petting this tiger really does feel quite different.

The tiger was momentarily stunned by Fang Zelin's actions and didn't know what to do.

After Fang Zelin finished masturbating, seeing Fang Zelin turn and leave, she turned to Bai Lu, somewhat bewildered, and asked.

"Has the Immortal Master treated you like this before?"

Bai Lu thought for a moment after hearing this, then shook her head firmly.

"What does the immortal mean by this?" The tiger demon was puzzled as to why the immortal had touched its head.

Bai Lu also felt that the immortal must have had his reasons for doing so, and after careful consideration, she answered with great certainty.

"It seems the immortal master thinks you're rather slow-witted and not quick-witted."

If there's any difference between it and the tiger demon, it's definitely that the tiger demon is much dumber.

Upon hearing this, the tiger demon pondered it carefully and immediately found it to be very reasonable.

It also felt that it wasn't very talented and was a bit slow to grasp things.

Thinking of this, the tiger demon felt extremely discouraged.

Fang Zelin came to the spirit rice, carrying a wooden basin. "We have a guest. Shake the spirit rice down."

Having cultivated the Supreme Sensitivity, Fang Zelin was able to communicate with the spirit rice to some extent. As soon as he spoke, the spirit rice began to sway on its own.

The spirit rice, whose husks had already burst, fell into the wooden basin on its own after being shaken.

The process of obtaining this spirit rice is quite simple.

A moment later, apart from the remaining unhulled spirit rice on the spirit rice, the rest had all fallen into the wooden basin.

This unhulled rice seems to have the potential to become a seed.

After the spirit rice pours its limited Spiritual Power into it, the unhulled spirit rice will fall to the ground and then sprout new seedlings.

Upon returning this year, Fang Zelin noticed some additional seedlings in the rice paddies and took a closer look, indeed making some discoveries.

After taking the spirit rice, Fang Zelin started a fire.

Take a wooden bucket, put water into the pot, and prepare to steam the spirit rice.

After the water in the pot boiled, and after steaming for a while, a rich aroma began to waft out.

Zhang Weichu, carrying a sun umbrella, arrived gracefully.

He Chenyi also emerged from the water at that moment.

When the two saw the two demons beside them, they were slightly taken aback, but then stopped paying attention to them.

It's quite normal for a few demons to come and pay their respects to the immortal master here.

"Since you're all here, just wait a little longer, it'll be cooked soon."

Seeing that they had both arrived, Fang Zelin added some firewood and told them to make themselves at home.