Heavenly Dao Formula

"Crush the ice into fine ice crystals to eat...it's also a way to improve the taste." The old man scooped a spoonful of shaved ice and put it in his mouth, "But it's ice after all. It's so luxuriously packaged, it's impossible to change the taste of the ice." the essence of—”

When he wrapped the spoon in one bite, the rich taste immediately melted on his tongue! Needless to say, the mellow sweetness, a clear fresh salty taste like a whirlwind destroyed the sweltering heat in the tree house, and he seemed to hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks in an instant.

Fang Jiuzhang felt his beard tremble!

There is no doubt that the golden liquid is honey.

For this dense forest, honey is an occasional dessert. Considering that there are nearly 100 people in the Fang family, it is obviously more cost-effective to use it in pastries. Such a luxurious way of eating a mouthful of ice with a mouthful of honey is rare even for the head of the Fang family.

But if it's just honey, it obviously can't achieve this effect.

That delicate saltiness is the key!

The green powder exudes a faint tea fragrance, which just neutralizes the boundary between salty and sweet.

"What's in that white bottle?" Fang Jiuzhang asked curiously.

"It's written on the paper—it's said to be the essence of salt accumulated over two thousand years, commonly known as Jinxia Refined Salt, and it's also their specialty." Fang Yanni replied.

"This thing must be very expensive. Fang Xiandao, that kid... has a heart." The old man showed a gratified expression, "What about the green one?"

"It is a powder made by drying and grinding selected tender green tea leaves, and the tea leaves come from royal palace tributes."

Fang Jiuzhang suddenly felt that compared to the origin of these things, the crystal bottle and the box filled with fluff were not so excessive.

Rather, from the design to the packaging, this gift embodies the heart and luxury.

Soon, a bowl of shaved ice was eaten up.

The old man who was still thinking about it decided to ask the eldest disciple to make another one - anyway, Yuniang didn't know how much the gift was at the beginning, so it didn't matter if he ate a little more.

Fang Yanni naturally agreed.

While scraping the ice with a scraper, she asked, "Grandpa, you just said... what does it mean that the owners of the living dead have evil intentions? Why would they prefer to die?"

"Hey, this is what happened in the previous generation. It's normal if you don't know about it." Fang Jiuzhang was silent for a while, and finally said, "Forget it, you are the chief disciple, and you will take over the position of the head of the family sooner or later, so I will tell you gone."

"Master, I—"

"You don't need to shirk, this is the mission of the left-behind disciples." He stretched out his hand to interrupt the other party, "You should know what the function of the token on the head of the living dead is, right?"

The eldest disciple lowered his head, "Maintain the mind and strengthen the memory. If it is damaged or pulled out, the living dead will lose most of their memories."

"That's right." Fang Jiuzhang said, "And one of the characteristics of the living dead, or the reason why they are called the living dead, is that they recover quickly without consciousness. As long as they don't die on the spot, after a month or two Basically, it can be recovered to seven or eighty-eight."

"In the past, when the living dead were seriously injured and dying in battle, one way to save their lives was to destroy the tokens and make them fall into a deep sleep."

"The disciple knows this method."

"Well, after all, this is the only way to save your life when you encounter an unavoidable danger." Fang Jiuzhang sighed, "But some people deliberately take advantage of this feature and treat the living dead as objects to satisfy their selfish desires. They use torture, Making pain for pleasure, pulling out the magic talisman when the living dead can't bear it and is about to die, repeating itself."

Fang Yanni couldn't help but widen her eyes, "How could it be..."

Although these people are called the living dead, they are loyal and reliable combat partners in her eyes. They are no different from ordinary people on weekdays. They also need to eat and drink, and know how to be happy and angry. How could the Fang family treat their partner as such a tool for fun?

"It's not an alchemist." Fang Jiuzhang said bluntly, "It was the people outside the mountains who did this kind of thing...it was the Fang family's own family."

Fang Yanni shivered and almost dropped the spatula in her hand.

"They...why..."

"Why did you do that? No one knows the reason, or even how long this kind of life lasted. After all, as the main family, there have been many living dead in the past few decades. They were injured and they brought them back to Shuquan Mansion. Since then, the owner of the family has said on the surface that he wants to raise the threshold for lending, but in fact he has never sent a living dead." The old man shrugged, "So no matter what is in those books, It is impossible for Yuniang and I to agree to the other party's request."

"There is such a thing." Fang Yanni suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that the goat milk was delivered so late this time, and it has something to do with it?"

"That's not true, the living dead is just one of the countless contradictions between the Fang family outside the mountain and the Fang family of Shufa." Fang Jiuzhang waved his hand, "Hey, why are you talking about such a heavy thing, the days are still long, It’s not too late for you to understand. Is the new shaved ice ready? I’ll eat it quickly so that Yu Niang won’t notice the quantity problem—”

"Huh? Can't notice anything?"

With the familiar voice below the tree house, it was Fang Jiuzhang's turn to tremble this time.

Fang Yu, another patriarch of the Fang family, the old lady that all the disciples called, climbed up the tree house nimbly.

Fang Jiuzhang immediately changed his words, "Oh, you came just in time! That boy Fang Xiandao sent us a gift, and I'm trying it! Guessing you'll be back soon, I prepared a bowl for you in advance!"

"Guess it?" Fang Yu sneered, "Did you forget that you don't know anything about hexagrams, and what you are proficient in is Duishu instead of Kanshu?"

"This...can't I just guess intuitively?"

"Intuition works, so what do you need to do?" Fang Yu didn't bother to argue with him, "But your reaction like this shows that you haven't caused any actual damage to me. Put the food aside, where is Fang Xiandao's letter?"

"Old lady, here is his letter." Fang Yanni quickly handed over the letter.

"Hmm..." Fang Yu sat down on the spot and began to flip through the letter - she read the letter very fast, and reached the end in less than ten minutes, "Yes, it seems that he is doing well in Jinxia City."

"That's right, I can afford such an extravagant gift. I'm afraid my pockets are a lot bigger than when I went out." Fang Jiuzhang agreed, "As for the living dead thing he said, what do you think? That kid thinks you can do it." I can make a judgment, but in fact he doesn’t know the inside story of the past at all, I think it’s better for you to write the letter yourself and reject it—”

"Let Qianyan go." The old lady folded the letter.

"Pfft—" The old man spit out a mouthful of saliva unexpectedly, "Yu Niang, what are you talking about?"

"I said, let Qianyan pass by." Fang Yu repeated, "But the living dead need to be accompanied by alchemists, and in this case..." She looked at the eldest disciple of the Fang family, "Yan Ni, you also go to Jinxia alright."

"Me?" Fang Yanni suddenly felt her chest jumping up.