In the room of the Taoist Changyao.

The room itself is not big, and it looks a bit narrow after setting up an extra table. Adding some stuff like pots, it makes it even more messy. But the Taoist Changyao didn't care about these at all.

A tall and thin figure kneaded the noodles at the table, adding water from time to time, and adding powder from time to time...

There were humming sounds floating in the room, sometimes like a passage, sometimes like some small tune.

"Yayayaya..."

"The fairy wine is worth no money... the sword-wielding ranger... how many years..."

"oops……"

"Will not forget to drink if you practice Taoism and become immortals..."

Taoist Changyao was half lying on the bed in neat clothes, holding the big yellow-brown gourd in his hand, squinted his eyes and humming leisurely. He was also raising his feet and unconsciously drawing circles in the air, and from time to time he hung his mouth and poured a big sip of wine into his mouth. How could he be so casual?

Looking at the figure in front of him, the figure was snow-white all over, with edges and corners on his body, but it looked like a model made of cardboard.

This paper man was diligent, his movements were not stiff at all, nor was he afraid of water and oil. He was like a real person, kneading the noodles.

It even has facial features and can move, making people feel that the only difference between it and a real person is in appearance.
Chapter completed!