The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

On the day of the winter solstice.

It snowed heavily.

The cold wind swept across, and the snow and wind rolled up, rushing directly under the eaves of the corridor, lifting the door curtain, fluttering and rustling, and the cold wind poured in, making the cold more and more pressing.

Outside the Taoan market, a man walked slowly.

He was ragged, and because of the long-term wind and sun, his face had black wrinkles, and his hair was dry and tangled.

He walked unsteadily, carrying a thin package on his back. After seeing him, many people went away, not wanting to stand with him.

Suddenly, a shout came from behind, and smoke and dust rose.

Someone rode a huge white horse and galloped over.

A strong wind came.

Ye Yang dodged to the side, and the horse had already jumped in front.

He was white all over, extremely strong, with antlers, and fluffy white hair under his four hooves, like a white cloud.

The horse ran past him almost next to his body. Following the white horse came a group of black horses, all nine feet tall, shiny and smooth, with scales all over their hooves.

A large red-scaled centipede crouched on his forehead, and like a black dragon, he rushed directly into Taoan Market.

"It's the Tuoyun Horse and Fire Centipede of Feitianmen."

Everyone on the side dodged, and after seeing that it was a disciple of Feitianmen, their eyes were filled with unspeakable envy.

The group of mounts domesticated by Feitianmen now.

One is the Tuoyun Horse, and the other is the Fire Centipede.

Especially the Fire Centipede, which was originally small in size, but after years of obtaining the poisonous scale fire horse in Feitianmen and transforming its bloodline.

Now everyone is fat and strong, shiny and smooth, with scales all over their hooves, and can climb mountains and cross rivers.

Ye Yang didn't recognize the disciple, but the horse was very familiar.

The young disciple on the top was wearing a green shirt. Seeing a beggar-like figure blocking his way, he was furious.

"Damn it, don't you have eyes? Why don't you know how to dodge? Otherwise, if I step on you to death, will it be mine or yours?"

After saying that, he whipped him hard, and the whip hit his body, and there was a burning pain.

Ye Yang frowned.

He thought to himself.

"Why are the disciples of Feitianmen so domineering and arrogant?"

Seeing that he was whipped, he still didn't say a word and mixed into the crowd.

The disciple didn't want to communicate with him more, snorted coldly, picked up the whip, and galloped away.

Ye Yang walked into the market, and saw that the market was bustling with traffic, extremely prosperous, and casual cultivators came and went, shouting and selling non-stop.

There was a cultivator in a green shirt, holding a sword, and there was also a barbarian warrior wearing animal skins and carrying prey.

Some people wearing blue clothes, silver ornaments, holding poisonous insects and poisonous poisons in their hands, are from southern Xinjiang, and come to exchange treasures.

"My fellow Taoist, you are new here, do you need a map of the market?"

A smiling old man appeared in front of Ye Yang, but he couldn't help frowning when he saw his appearance.

But he still walked forward with a delicate sheepskin scroll in his hand, adhering to the principle of not letting go.

Ye Yang shook his head.

He was very familiar with this place and didn't need any map.

He pointed to a group of disciples running ahead and said.

"Why are those people so domineering?"

The old man put away the sheepskin scroll and smiled.

"My fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense. I tell you that this whole market belongs to others. Do you know who is behind them?"

After that, he walked to Ye Yang very obscurely and pointed his finger at the sky.

"It's Feitianmen. These people are all disciples of Feitianmen. Feitianmen is extremely powerful. Its strength ranks first within a radius of ten thousand miles. There are also real masters in the sect who suppress one side."

"I think you are also an honest person. You are new here. Listen more and learn more. Talk less and do less. Don't be nosy."

Ye Yang nodded and said nothing more.

The old man went to find other targets and sell scrolls.

As the sky gradually darkened, the excitement of the market did not diminish.

After walking for a while, Ye Yang arrived at a large three-way intersection in the market.

People came and went, and it was extremely prosperous. The three-story shop faced the river and stood tall, with an ancient wooden plaque written on it.

"Songfeng Mingyue Tower"

This Songfeng Mingyue Tower was originally opened by the Chen family, a small family nearby. The mysterious high-ranking person of Feitianmen took a fancy to it and rented the shop to them.

They occupied this good shop and a good position. At the beginning, they also did some talismans, magic tools, and other miscellaneous businesses.

Later, a teahouse was opened on the second floor, especially the imitation of Feitianmen Bitan Piaohua Tea, which became a hit and became very popular for a while.

It attracted countless tea drinkers who came here for its reputation. They simply closed other miscellaneous businesses and specialized in tea, changing the name to "Songfeng Mingyue Tower".

At the door, the waiter was soliciting customers beside him.

Seeing Ye Yang in tatters, he waved his hand.

"Where did you come from, beggar? Go to the side and don't disturb us doing business."

The waiter waved his hand to drive him away, but the man stood there motionless and said nothing.

Suddenly, the man raised his head and looked at the plaque, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"Do you sell tea?"

"Nonsense, isn't it clearly written as a tea shop?"

The waiter waved his hand and answered impatiently. Their tea is not cheap, and they mainly serve famous monks from all over the country.

It's obvious that this person can't afford it.

When he saw that the man was not going to leave, he stared at the old plaque blankly, stretched out his hand and pushed him away.

But the man was welded to the ground like a piece of iron, and no matter how he pushed, he did not move at all.

"Tao can cultivate, tea can cleanse the nature, bitterness has sweetness, sweetness has bitterness, first bitterness and then sweetness, and life is the same."

"When sinking, it falls to the ground, and when floating, it rises to the sky."

At this time, it was snowing heavily, and Ye Yang stood on the street motionless. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and blurted out.

"I want to open a teahouse too."

"Teahouse?"

"Don't joke, can you make tea?"

"Yes."

Ye Yang nodded, and then said.

"Unfortunately, it's not made well."

"Do you know that every inch of land in this market is worth a lot of money nowadays, how many spiritual stones are needed to rent a shop?"

This question stumped Ye Yang, and he shook his head and said.

"I don't know."

The waiter smiled and just thought it was a beggar's babbling. "

At this time, a guest came over.

He hurriedly walked forward and greeted the guests into the teahouse.

When he looked back, this somewhat mysterious and weird beggar had already walked to the end of the alley.

Ye Yang searched for a long time in Taoan Market and finally found a dilapidated old house.

It was called a house, but it was actually only the size of a few tables. Fortunately, one side faced the street, and the backyard was an old house with green tiles covered with moss.

The air leaked on all sides, and the conditions were poor. The thick wooden boards on the walls of the shop had been covered with a greasy luster because no one had cleaned them for too long.

In theory, there should not be such a place in Taoan Market, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

But this house was too dilapidated, and it was at the end of the market, almost close to The mountain range is the least prosperous area.

Fortunately, several inland rivers from the Niu Mo River meander and fall behind the house, adding some vitality to this dilapidated house.

An old monk who lived here a few years ago was stuck in the fifth level of Tongqi. He practiced for a lifetime but could not break through. He eventually died of old age in this house.

His two sons, the eldest went to practice far away, and the second son was not around. He married a woman from a small family and became a son-in-law.

Only the youngest daughter took some sewing work in the market, but her life was also very difficult.

Now she is over 50 years old, her figure is seriously out of shape, she wears an apron, and her face is dark yellow. When she saw Ye Yang, she frowned and said.

"Are you looking to rent a house?"

Ye Yang nodded.

"Do you know that every inch of land in Taoan Market is worth a lot of money. "

She put her hands on her hips and kept raising the price of her house. In fact, the location was outside the most dilapidated mountain in Tao'an Market.

Speaking like this, she was just asking for a sky-high price.

But the man did not speak, but continued to talk according to her temper.

She asked for a sky-high price, waiting for the other party to pay back.

But she never thought that the man suddenly stopped talking. Instead, her anger was like hitting cotton.

"Do you know how many spirit stones it costs to open a shop?"

"Just this palm-sized place of mine costs three hundred spirit stones."

"How many years do you want to rent it?"

Ye Yang said.

"One month."

"One month?"

"Are you here to make fun of me? "But after a pause, she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her dressed like this, he might not even be able to afford food, so where would the extra spirit stones come from.

Besides, this place is dilapidated and the location is not good. The most important thing is that the three brothers and sisters are arguing over who the house belongs to.

I can rent it out for one month.

"I know your difficulties. People like you who come from the mountains and fields want to make a living in Tao'an Market, dreaming of making money and getting ahead. I have seen many people like you."

"Since you said to rent it for one month, then I will rent it for one month. "

She looked at the beggar in front of her, stretched out her hand, and waited for him to take out the spirit stones.

Ye Yang untied the backpack on his back. In addition to some dry and yellow tea leaves, there were also some scattered spirit stones.

He picked out thirty and handed them to the other party.

The woman saw that the spirit stones were covered with stains, and guessed that the person in front of her had saved them for many years and was reluctant to spend them.

She took them with some disdain, wiped them on her sleeves, and saw that the quality was good, so she took them with a happy face.

"Your luck is really good. Nowadays, evil bandits are rising outside, and the robbers are rampant."

"You can still live to this day with dozens of spirit stones on your back. "

Ye Yang did not speak, turned around silently, and began to clean up the dilapidated house.

This house is very dilapidated.

A little street with no reputation, the road paved with bluestone supports the gray and white walls.

The withered unknown wild vines rustled in the winter wind, birds flew by, and a few people walked alone.

In the small courtyard at the end, there was a weak ginkgo tree in the backyard, but it was bare.

There were no leaves in the winter. There was a bunch of yellow leaves under the tree, which fell in the autumn. Ye Yang cleaned it up not long ago and piled it up.

Ye Yang wiped the wooden table and benches.

He found that there was a large boiler in the backyard of the house, which could just be used to boil hot water.

After cleaning the small shop, he walked into the backyard, opened the dilapidated door, and a rotten smell came.

In the middle of the house, there was actually a dried corpse that had died of old age.

He was thin, curled up, and his face was full of age spots.

He had obviously suffered a lot in his life.

But Ye Yang could see that he did not die of illness or serious injuries.

Rather, he died of old age before his life came to an end because he could not break through his cultivation.

"You have practiced for a lifetime, but there is no one to collect your body."

"What is the meaning of this practice?"

Ye Yang stood in front of the mummy, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

He looked around. There was no other furniture in the house except a stone bed. It was obviously a hard monk.

There were only some worn-out clothes and a few yellowed books piled in the corner.

He squatted down and gently flipped through the books. He found that these were all secret books about cultivation, but they were not advanced techniques.

They were just some basic cultivation methods.

This old man might have studied these secret books with hope in his life, hoping to break through the bottleneck one day, prolong his life, and pursue the highest realm.

However, reality is cruel. Not everyone can become a legendary immortal.

Not every effort can lead to success.

Just as the old man wrote on the cover of the cultivation manual when he was dying.

"The road of cultivation is endless. You and I are all mortals. Don't force it."

And thinking about it, he didn't have a good relationship with his family when he was alive, otherwise no one would have collected his body until now.

Ye Yang carried his body on his back, then put him in the yard, dug a pit under the old ginkgo tree, and buried him.

...

In winter, heavy snow fell, the road was muddy, and the cold wind went straight into people's bodies.

A bowl of tea can comfort the dust, relieve fatigue, and make people warm and drive away the cold.

So there are many people who drink tea.

But this place is too small. The house facing the street can barely accommodate three or four tables.

There is only one window seat facing the inner river with clear water flowing outside, which can barely be regarded as a good view.

So he put two old elm tables that have been used and are red and greasy at the door.

Afterwards, Ye Yang found another broken wooden board, borrowed a brush from his neighbor, and wrote a few big characters "Floating Life in a Bowl" on the broken wooden board crookedly, and then hung it up.

It was a pity that the door plaque was too big and the house was too small, so it looked very inconsistent when hung up, but he didn't care much.

Ye Yang began to make tea. The tea leaves of the ancient sword tea tree were very bitter and had a strong sense of stimulation, and were not good to drink.

There was no sweet aftertaste, nor too much mellow fragrance, so Ye Yang used to just use it as the base tea for Bitan Piaohua.

The sweet aftertaste and mellow fragrance of the tea actually came from

the various wild flowers made by scenting (xun).

And this time he didn't want to add those flowers, so only bitterness was left.

He named this tea.

It's called "Floating Life in a Bowl".

Tea is like floating life, people are like floating life, a bowl of floating life, floating life is only in a bowl, and all things in the world are like floating life.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

The tea shop finally opened as he wished.