After walking through the grassland, there is a river.
In the river, there are countless whitebaits swimming, with fine texture and well-developed muscles. They jump out of the water from time to time, making people salivate.
"It's a sin, it's a sin. After all, he is also an introductory practitioner of the "Bodhi Sutra". How could he have such thoughts?" Fang Ning shook his head and sighed.
The uncle was no longer too lazy to despise Fang Ning's hypocrisy. He walked into the river and all the whitebait disappeared.
"I can see clearly, you are trying to scrape the ground three feet away!" Fang Ning sighed in admiration.
"It's a pity that it can't be scraped. This place will disappear soon. It seems that the God of Cookery's magic power is also limited, and he can't create a permanent cave inheritance." The uncle said angrily.
"Sorry, my magic power is not very high, I really let you down..."
"Who?" Fang Ning was shocked when he heard this.
His conversations with the uncle all took place in the system space.
After all, the person in charge of the body at this time is the uncle. He has shrunk into the system space. It is a rare break and it can also leave the uncle speechless.
"No need to look around, this guy is in the blacksmith shop." The uncle said proudly.
"Ah? What's going on?" Fang Ning asked, running to the blacksmith shop.
As soon as I saw it, I suddenly understood.
I saw a black iron pot lying on the floor of the blacksmith shop...
"No need to look, this is where I live. Alas, it turns out that the secret is unpredictable. This inheritance has just officially begun, and I actually fell into this mysterious place. I thought the hiding place was secret enough." The black pot made a sound helplessly.
Fang Ning was surprised and happy. Isn't this the same as inviting the teacher who wrote the test papers into his home before the college entrance examination
He still has a bit of awe, after all, the other person is still a god. No matter how powerful he is at this time, at least his knowledge and experience are still there, and his wisdom is still there.
"Your Excellency, God of Cookery, I'm really sorry that I accidentally invited you here. Please stay here with peace of mind. Fortunately, although this place is not suitable for human habitation, it is suitable for the residence of gods."
"Why are you being polite to him? You, the God of Cookery, do you have any good things on your body? Hand them over to me quickly..." The uncle said confidently, "Well, this is not robbery. Rent, rent, you have to pay the rent to live here. .”
"So this one is also one of the tenants?" He turned the handle of the black pot and pointed at Fang Ning.
"Of course, he has to work hard for me every day in exchange for the freedom to live here. Otherwise, he will be imprisoned in the opposite place in minutes. You definitely don't want to know what kind of place is on the opposite side." The uncle threatened.
Fang Ning was speechless. She couldn't discredit the uncle yet, so she could only nod in agreement.
"So that's it. This place is indeed very magical. If this place existed in the upper world, we might have been able to avoid the final disaster. What a pity." Heiguo sighed.
"Since you also know that the place is good, the rent will naturally be high. Don't talk nonsense. Pay the rent first." The uncle urged.
Black Pot is obviously not an easy-to-deceive weapon spirit like a green-skinned frog. He is a god whose survival time is measured in ten thousand years.
Of course, living a long time does not mean that wisdom is unfathomable. Just look at the tortoise and the tortoise to know.
This depends on psychological structure and environmental experience.
Clearly Black Pot is qualified in both respects.
So it didn't pay the money right away, but said calmly: "Since you are paying rent, you have to give me a house to live in. I think this place is bright with fireworks, and it looks like a blacksmith's workshop, not like a place for people to live."
"Damn it, you bastard, you are really cunning. You are the second one who can make me build a big project here." The uncle said angrily.
System prompt: (The system has added a system hotel in the system space. It is currently a primary hotel and its functions are as follows:
1: Slightly increase the guest’s soul recovery speed.
Two: Automatically provide various modern services. )
After a while, a fine and clean hotel appeared on the west side of the cell area.
The entire system space is divided into two areas, north and south, by an east-west cobblestone path.
The system cell area is located in the North District and occupies most of the area in the North District.
Now there is another hotel to the west of it.
Fang Ning has a feeling that there may be more and more people living here.
"How about it, rich man, my hotel is well built, isn't it?" the uncle said proudly.
"It's good, but there's something missing." Fang Ning walked into the hotel and looked left and right.
The scapegoat was floating behind him. Since the other party agreed to pay the rent, the uncle gave the other party the freedom to move here. Of course, some places are off limits.
"Hey, isn't he one of your tenants? Why do you call him Rich?" Black Pot asked curiously.
"Oh, he's very rich, but he's just afraid of death. It's too chaotic outside, so he gave me all his money and hid here for shelter." The uncle's current deception is coming out of his mouth.
"In my opinion, there is still a lack of cleaning staff here. Since this is a hotel, you can't let me do the work after paying the rent, right?" The role of the scapegoat changed very quickly, and soon he no longer said "I am the god" .
"That's right. Forget it. There are a lot of idle people in the Dragon Prison next door to you. Just pick two or three who have been reformed and come over." The uncle followed his kindness.
Sure enough, after a while, there were three more beautiful souls in the system hotel.
Among the souls subdued by the uncle, there will naturally be some who looked good in life.
Although they had done a lot of evil during their lives and could make the child stop crying, neither Black Guild nor Fang Ning were afraid of them at all.
"Dragon Prison? What is that place?" Black Pot asked curiously.
"Stop talking nonsense and pay the money first." The uncle was already dissatisfied.
"I have no money, and I only have a black iron divine pot for my body, and I can't give it to you." Hei Guo said, shaking the handle of the pot.
"Are you kidding me?" The system space suddenly burst into thunder.
"No, no, how dare I tease you? In the inheritance outside, there are some family assets that I have accumulated over the years, which can be used as rent. If you can't get them, I can also write a book and put all the money I have spent in my life into it. Learn and sell it to you." Black Pot said very calmly.
"That's not bad. It seems that you are also a reasonable and upright god." The uncle said with satisfaction.
Fang Ning thought of something and asked, "Mr. God of Cookery, I am very curious about something. I wonder if you can answer it."
"What does it depend on? Anyway, I'm pretty free right now. I can't eat without my mouth." Hei Guo said calmly.
"There is a noble girl from the Celestial Clan. According to her, she is your old friend. I wonder if this is the case?" Fang Ning asked.
"Oh, you're talking about the greedy little girl in the Celestial Clan's patriarch's house, my god, no, she and I are from the same camp, it's not an exaggeration to say we are old friends." Black Pot affirmed.
"She has now been reincarnated into the lower world and reborn as a green worm. Of course, her greedy nature has not changed. What I am curious about is how these weak people can still escape. Why did a god like you fall and pay a huge price? Will the inheritance be passed down in the new world?" Fang Ning asked.
Black Pot was silent for a while, and finally said with difficulty: "Is it convenient to talk here?"
Fang Ning secretly said to the uncle, "Tell him."
"Conveniently, if I don't allow it, no one will hear it." The uncle assuredly assured.
"That's good. It's very simple. The embankment is about to collapse and must be blocked. We gods, who have some strength but not enough strength, have become stone straw bags blocking the embankment. On the contrary, the parasitic ants and insects on the embankment can escape freely. No one cares about them, because everyone knows that they can't block the breach." Black Pot sighed.
"That's it." Fang Ning suddenly realized, and finally solved many of his previous confusions.