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

He took a sip and his eyes lit up immediately. He felt a faint fragrance spreading in his mouth, leaving a long aftertaste.

"Good tea! Really good tea!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaimed,

"Where did you get this tea from?"

He took another sip.

This time he savored it carefully and had a special feeling. His eyes lit up all of a sudden.

In addition to the special fragrance and spiritual energy, this sip of tea also made him feel that the chaotic energy that had been cultivated in his body in recent days was neutralized by the tea.

The fatigue of many days of cultivation was swept away.

This feeling was very strange and he had never had it before.

It should be noted that things in the world that can neutralize the chaotic energy in the body are rare and precious.

The famous Bitan Piaohua Tea is famous because of this effect.

Even the Bitan Piaohua Tea pushed out by Songfeng Mingyue Tower, which costs hundreds of Lingshi per cup, does not have this function.

They just barely imitated this taste.

In addition, Songfeng Mingyue Tower is famous for its imitations.

In addition, there are many guests and it is very noisy.

It lacks the real tea fragrance and tea charm, and some real things.

He was silent for a while, and then he had some insights.

When tasting tea, the tea you drink is actually secondary. What you taste is leisure and life.

Songfeng Mingyue Building is too commercialized, and there is no such feeling.

Only in this dilapidated old house, with a pot of clear tea and half a pot of old soup, can you feel the charm of life.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the shopkeeper in front of him, and found that the other party was very ordinary, nothing different, and said.

"This tea is not ordinary, I wonder if it has any origin."

Ye Yang smiled slightly.

"It doesn't have any origin, it's just some old tea leaves."

"I wonder if you can sell some to me."

Ye Yang shook his head.

"This is the mountain tea grown by my family. It is only harvested once a year, and the quantity is not large, so it is not sold to customers."

The middle-aged man became more interested after hearing this.

His eyes were bright, and he touched the storage bag on his waist.

"You can name the price. You will definitely earn more than running a teahouse."

Ye Yang shook his head: "Sorry, the production of this tea is too low. We really don't sell it outside. We don't even have enough to sell it at home."

"In that case, you should deliver three bowls to the Wang family in the south of the city every day."

"Sorry, I never deliver tea here. If you want to drink it, you can only come to the store."

"You opened the store just to earn some spirit stones. Don't worry, you won't be short of spirit stones."

But Ye Yang still just shook his head.

When he saw this, he smiled a little, but he was not angry. Instead, he spoke.

"In that case, give me ten more bowls."

After that, he lined up ten scattered spirit stones from his sleeves.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand, only scratched three, and returned seven.

"I have a rule here. Each person only sells three bowls."

"In that case, then give me two more bowls."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man showed a trace of sadness in his eyes. He knew that no matter how much he persuaded, it would be useless, so he could only sigh.

Before leaving, he found Ye Yang again.

"Boss, since you don't want to take out, I won't force you. If you have extra tea in the future, remember to notify me."

After saying that, the middle-aged man left a few broken spirit stones as a tip and turned to leave the teahouse.

Ye Yang looked at the broken spirit stones on the table, there were seven or eight of them, and he felt a little emotional.

But he didn't refuse.

Instead, he walked forward and quietly took all the spirit stones with a smile.

The man left the teahouse in the heavy snow, galloping towards the south of the city.

Ye Yang picked up his few broken spirit stones and put them in the drawer casually.

A closer look showed that it was already full of various dirty and worn-out broken spirit stones, but he didn't care much.

After sending this person away, he continued to make tea.

He took out the tea leaves of the ancient sword tea tree, washed and dried them first, scraped off the leaf veins, and then slowly fried them in the furnace, and then ground them into powder.

After doing all this, Ye Yang wrote a sign and hung it outside the slanted, broken and old window.

It read "Three bowls don't pass the alley"

Looking at those big characters, he vaguely thought of a story in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile, with a different kind of joy in his heart.

Not long after the big characters were hung out.

It attracted the surprise of many old customers

I don't understand what is so special about his tea, it's obviously deserted.

He even stipulated that no one can only sell three bowls, claiming that three bowls don't pass the alley.

Ye Yang didn't know that although he hung this sign.

However, the middle-aged man was quite strange.

He only drank two bowls, and the remaining bowl was poured into the teacup he brought with him, and he took it away carefully.

After he walked out of the teahouse, he got on a luxurious carriage with the support of the servants.

He sat in the carriage, looked at the green tea soup poured into the cup, sniffed it carefully, and felt an indescribable fragrance and the smell of natural mountains and fields.

The more he looked, the more surprised he was. He took another sip and tasted it.

"Although it tastes a little bitter, the taste is really extraordinary. It makes people feel like they are calm and floating, and traveling through the world."

"Very wonderful, very wonderful, I actually feel like my cultivation is about to break through."

"This good thing needs to be reported to my father as soon as possible. He likes to drink tea the most on weekdays."

With that, the middle-aged man told the coachman to drive back to the palace quickly.

When he returned to the palace, he shouted loudly.

"Father, look what I brought you."

He walked into the house.

At the head of the room was an old man with a gray beard. He gently stroked his beard and looked at his son.

Although he is nearly middle-aged, he is still so unstable that people still feel uneasy about leaving the huge Wang family to him.

"You brought me back half a cup of tea soup?"

"Have you ever done anything like this?"

"Huan'er, you are really becoming more and more unruly. Our Liu family doesn't have any tea, let alone there are distinguished guests here today, how can you be rude."

Wang Huan turned his head and realized that there was a purple-haired old man sitting beside him.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, with long hair shawl, eyes closed, and a calm expression, as if he was unaware of everything around him.

There was a short table in front of him with several ancient books on it. He was playing with a jade flute in his hand. His aura was so high that it seemed to be nothing to the human eye.

That's why he didn't find any trace of the other party just now.

"Who is this?" Wang Huan asked curiously.

"This is Master Jing'an of Hongchun Temple. Come and meet him soon."

The old man replied softly, with a trace of respect in his eyes.

Wang Huan was shocked.

He had also heard of the Hongchun Temple, which was located on the bank of the Tongtian River thousands of miles away from Tao'anfang City. It was famous for both Taoism and Buddhism.

Unexpectedly, his father, who had a wide range of friends, was actually connected with Hongchun Temple.

At such a troubled time, being invited to his home by his father must have been a reclusive master.

"It doesn't matter, the old Taoist is also a master of tea art. I am happy that the donor is so anxious to send half a bowl of tea soup. I think this tea must be different."

He didn't mind it either. He stood up and looked at the half cup of tea soup carefully.

The purple-haired old man smiled softly.

"I wonder if it's possible to let the Taoist taste it."

There was a glint in his eyes.

Wang Huan handed it to him.

The old Taoist took a sip of tea.

His expression suddenly became serious, and after a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

"This tea is indeed extraordinary...it actually has a...a special breath that can neutralize the chaotic energy in the human body and is of great benefit to practitioners."

The purple-haired old man was full of surprise.

Compared to Wang Huan, who has been studying tea ceremony for many years, he can feel the difference in this tea more.

The aura in tea leaves comes second.

That neutralizing aura caused a huge change in his state of mind.

All the worries disappeared, and it seemed that I was vaguely united with heaven and earth.

"So magical? Let me have a taste too."

The old man stepped forward and took half a cup of tea without dissatisfaction. He took a sip and tasted it carefully.

Although it is not as profound as that of Jing'an Taoist priest.

However, he found that this tea soup contained an indescribable meaning of harmony, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Half a cup of tea soup, the gentle breeze was blowing, like a special attitude towards life, making him feel calm all over.

The old man opened his eyes and was shocked. He didn't expect that half a bowl of tea soup had such miraculous effects.

He quickly asked: "Jing'an layman, you can probably taste it, how is this tea made?"

The purple-haired old Taoist shook his head and said: "The method of making this tea is quite mysterious. I'm afraid only the tea sellers know about it."

"This tea is extremely strange. I have never seen it before. It can actually make me feel the world. I am very curious about its origin."

This tea has a slightly bitter aroma, without a trace of other aromas. It is obviously made from a kind of tea.

And the frying method is also very ordinary.

The reason why this tea has extraordinary functions is entirely due to the extraordinary nature of the tea leaves.

“This tea is extraordinary, where did it come from.”

The old man and Taoist Jing'an were silent for a while, and after a long time, they suddenly spoke at the same time.

"I got this from a small teahouse at the end of the alley."

The two couldn't help but develop a strong interest in this magical shop.

"In that case, we might as well go to the tea shop together to see what the mystery is."

"It just so happens that Master Jing'an comes here once in a while, so that I, the Wang family, can fulfill my duties as landlords."

The old man knew that the purple-haired Taoist practiced high and far Taoism, and his mind was in harmony with heaven and earth. He had also studied tea ceremony for hundreds of years.

Songfeng Mingyuelou invited him several times to enjoy tea, but he declined.

He said, "It's just fake tea, nothing good to drink."

But this time, the reaction was so huge, which shows that there must be something different in this tea.

"In such an eventful autumn, Tao'anfang City is full of fish and dragons. If there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, it would be easy to make some friends."

He thought to himself.

…

In the teahouse.

Looking forward to, looking forward to.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There was a heavy snowfall last winter and many people froze to death.

And this year after winter came, it started to snow heavily again.

Not only did the heavy snow not stop, but it got heavier and heavier.

This heavy snow fell like goose feathers one after another. It fell so hard that a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground.

The green mountains have turned into white mountains, and even the Niu Mo River is covered with a thick layer of ice.

Under the snowstorm, Feitianmen hurriedly arranged manpower to build formations to help Tao'anfang City complete normal operations.

In this wild land, there is heavy snowfall, there are fewer and fewer monsters, and it is naturally difficult to find spiritual herbs. Many people can only barely maintain their lives in the city.

The Dongfang Zhuxian Army of the Universiade Dynasty in the distance is ready to move.

Under the turbulent situation, the independent cultivators outside the mountain and the small families in the mountains and wilds also brought their families and flocked to Tao'an Market.

More and more people came, and most of the outsiders had no houses to live in, so they could only hide in the market.

Every morning when Ye Yang opened the door, he could see one or two pedestrians who had frozen to death lying on the road or on the street.

Opening the window, at the end of the second year, Ye Yang couldn't help but sighed secretly.

This snow revealed something weird and indescribable.

He had lived in Yalongling for decades and had never seen such heavy snow.

The snowflakes outside were still floating, falling like goose feathers, and soon covered the footprints of pedestrians.

At the same time, a piece of news quickly spread throughout Tao'an Market.

According to legend, the Eastern Immortal Army had already started to move on the banks of Tongtian River, first breaking through the Liu family of Tianyuan Mountain and heading straight to Tao'an Market.

Yan Nanfei, the Heavenly Official of the Eastern Zhuxian Army, was killed by the descendant of the Elephant Demon Fist.

Zhuxian Army threatened to take revenge and was constantly searching for the traces of the messenger of the Elephant Demon Fist.

And they offered a high price of 100,000 spirit stones to invite the masters of the left path to find the traces of the successor of the Elephant Demon Fist.

But that person was extremely secretive. Since he killed the Immortal Duan Tianguan, he seemed to have disappeared in the air.

Some experts carefully investigated and found traces of Ye Yang, the master of swords and swords, outside the battle.

Many people went to Feitian Gate, wanting to see Ye Yang, the master of swords and swords, and let him give an explanation.

But they never thought that Feitian Gate had a tough attitude and refused to see everyone.

A few evil people of the left path sneaked into Feitian Gate with secret methods, but they never thought that they were smashed in the head by a golden monkey before they entered.

The most famous one is the left path master Xie Gu Buddha, who practices the inheritance of Yin Gu Duan Tian Palace. He has been training evil spirits for many years and is good at hiding his breath. He practices both Gu Buddha and Gu Buddha, and his combat power is equally strong.

As a result, he had just sneaked into Feitianmen with his skills, and before he could react, he was hit on the head by a monkey with a stick.

For a time, the news spread, causing countless people to panic.

I don’t know when such a powerful guardian beast appeared in Feitianmen.

Two days ago, the scaly demon elephant sat by Ye Yang, who was both a swordsman and a swordsman, suddenly appeared above Feitianmen and turned into a mountain.

It swallowed up a team of elite soldiers of the Eastern Zhuxian Army in one breath.

Many people felt that a storm was coming.

At the same time, Taixu Daomen and Wangsheng Zen Temple joined forces to fight against Lietian Sword Sect.

The three major sects that were expelled from the Great Fortune Dynasty in the past have always been of the same blood.

But now the situation is not good, there seems to be a gap, and the wind and clouds are surging.

The Xiantian head of Taixu Daomen and the contemporary swordsman of Lietian Sword Sect had a battle on the banks of Tongtian River.

But the outcome is still undecided, and no other news has been heard.

But the turbulent situation affected almost everyone.