Fang Qian said as he walked: "I have made a lot of preparations to be your leader. Even if the coalition forces don't give you supplies in the future, there is no need to worry."

The dense forest is very deep and lush, so the sight is not very good.

Before he came here, he bought a lot of things, and his storage space was very large. Not to mention the dozens of them, he could provide food and drink for several months even if hundreds of people were eating and drinking.

However, he can't take it out of thin air, so he has to find a place with a bad view and pretend to put it there in advance.

After following Fang Qian around the dense forest for several times, Fang Qian suddenly stopped where he said, "Here."

Then Mo Shanshan and the others saw dozens of wooden boxes. Fang Qian walked forward, opened the wooden box closest to him, and took out a small wooden box from it.

After opening it, the neatly arranged pastries inside were revealed.

The Tmall girl who had been following behind couldn't help but scream.

"Oh, this is the osmanthus cake from the Furong Record of Chang'an City!"

She trotted and leaned over, and then was surprised to see many other wooden boxes in the wooden box.

"Wow, this is Baixiangju's date paste, this is Wanchunfang's one-fold paste! This is..."

She is like a gourmet who is familiar with the characteristics of various places, and she recognizes the origin of these pastries by being familiar with them.

In such a wilderness, there are so many special snacks, which is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.

But at the same time, Fang Qian's intention to do this matter can also be seen.

Fang Qian looked at them and explained: "No matter what you do, you must eat well, so he prepared some extra."

Suddenly, the Tmall girl followed the fragrance to a wooden box next to her. After opening it, she saw the wooden box full of things wrapped in oil paper.

She opened the oil paper bag curiously and screamed in surprise.

"Oh, it's actually roasted chicken, it seems to be Wang Fuji's."

Her little nose twitched and said, "Wow, it smells so good, it smells so good, why do you feel like you've just made it?"

It was indeed just made, and there was no time passing in the storage space, so even the temperature that was just released was well preserved.

Fang Qian touched his nose and looked at the strange gazes of several people, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. This is hard to explain.

Mo Shanshan stood up and said, "I came here to experience it. With so many delicious foods that are difficult to eat normally, it is probably easy for the disciples to feel arrogant and extravagant. But since it is the leader's kindness, Zhihua, you can find some people to bring the things back."

Fang Qian approached Mo Shanshan at this time and whispered: "Don't you like it?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him calmly, smiled slightly and said, "Why don't I like it? I am also a secular woman, and of course I have the desire for words and verbalness."

At this time, a yellow fallen leaf fell from the branches beside it and gently fell on the hair tips of Moshan Mountain.

Fang Qian said softly, "Don't move." Then he took the action, gently took the fallen leaves on the ends of her hair, and gently lifted the hair scattered between her temples to the back of her head.

Mo Shanshan didn't move, letting him pick it up between her hair, but his face became much rosy inadvertently.

Back at the camp, the disciples of Mochiyuan learned that there were many delicious foods, and the displeasure caused by the previous coalition forces' contempt and neglect completely disappeared.

Fang Qian also became the second second among Mochiyuan disciples to respect and love to Moshan Mountain.

Fang Qian, who was powerful and gentle in their eyes, was obviously truly accepted by them.

Especially after getting to know each other, they found that Fang Qian was a very gentle person and did not show any arrogant attitude at any time. Especially Tmall women, Fang Qian's brother often called around, and always liked to come beside Fang Qian and ask him many strange questions.

"Brother Fang Qian, do you think the stars in the sky are far away from us?"

"Stars, of course, are far away from us. If you are close to us, you will see two suns."

"How could it be? The sun is a symbol of the Haotian. Could it be that there are countless Haotians in this sky?"

"What's wrong with Haotian? Maybe you met a bad-looking little maid that day and she was also Haotian."

"Impossible, how could Haotian be a little maid? If Haotian descended to earth, he would definitely be the most heroic and powerful man in the world!"

Fang Qian pointed at the Tmall girl's little head and cursed with a smile: "I don't know what you little head are thinking all day long, otherwise you will marry Haotian in the future."

He couldn't help but think of such a scene in his heart, where two 14-year-old girls got married in the church and Ning Que sat on the high hall as a relative, which must be very interesting.

......

Not far away, there was a woman sitting next to a fire. The woman with black hair shawls looked at the fire with dull eyes, holding a piece of crisp and sweet pastry in her hand, and gently biting it from time to time. Her red lips opened lightly looked particularly beautiful under the flames.

Sitting beside her was a woman with a gentle and peaceful expression.

"Master Shan, Mr. Fang is very popular. You said that you can't tell at all that Mr. Fang is such a powerful cultivator?"

Mo Shanshan looked at her and said calmly: "Real practitioners are sent and received from the heart, so many things often cannot be just looking at the surface."

Zhuo Zhihua put down the pastry in his hand, then added a few pieces of firewood to the fire, and asked, "What kind of person do you think Mr. Fang is?"

Mo Shanshan was silent for a moment. She thought of the time when she had been unblocking the formation for more than half a year. While she was unblocking the formation, she could also see the intention and seriousness of the people in the carving formation. She also remembered the past few days of getting along. Then she looked at the man playing with Tmall women in the distance and said softly: "He is different from the men in this world. The men in this world may be proud and strong, arrogant, unruly, decadent and low-key, but they all adhere to an invisible rule."

Zhuo Zhihua was a little curious and asked, "What rules."

Mo Shanshan whispered: "Higher and inferiority, the status of the higher and lower, but he is different. Of course, this does not mean that he does not know the higher and lower, but that no matter what his identity is, noble or lowly, a strong or a weak person, is actually no different in his eyes, so he treats everyone very equally, which is why he really makes so many disciples in Mochiyuan so close to him in just a few days.

Of course, he actually has pride, but this kind of pride is not revealed. He respects everyone, at least before someone offends him."

If Fang Qian knew that Mo Shanshan was evaluating him like this, he would probably only smile and say that this is the basic quality of Chinese citizens in the 21st century.

Zhuo Zhihua listened, a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and then asked, "But I still don't know why a person like him ran into a team like ours. If he goes to the temple as he is, he will definitely receive the highest preferential treatment."

Mo Shanshan didn't speak, and his ordinary expression was slightly embarrassed. She was not good at talking and deceived her junior sister's temperament, but she couldn't say that Fang Qian came here for her. Although she was indifferent, she always had some basic shyness in her daughter's family about men and women.

So she could only remain silent.
Chapter completed!