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

But Ye Yang didn't notice that just as he was leaving, among the crowd that had just been knocked down by the wind and snow, a young figure was crawling in the wind and snow.

Watching him walking away, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Jin Xiaoyi, get up quickly and help the master up."

…

After slaying the two demons of Fengxue, Ye Yang didn't take it seriously and still returned to the old teahouse, burning and making tea as usual.

His life seemed not to have changed because of this thrilling battle.

Still so peaceful and indifferent.

Just like an ordinary old tea maker, he continues to make and sell tea.

And finally.

After the death of the two Fengxue Demons, it snowed heavily for many days and gradually stopped.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, the sun peeked out from the edge of the clouds, casting a layer of golden light on the ground.

The snow at the entrance of Fangshi Lane gradually began to melt under the sunshine.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, these people would naturally go out to make a living, so there were fewer customers in the teahouse.

However, Ye Yang still maintained his normalcy and did not take the large number of people and the small number of people into consideration.

Every morning, he would open the door of the teahouse on time, welcome the first ray of morning light, and then start receiving customers.

"Have you heard? I heard that the Zishan Gang actually saw the two demons of Fengxue in the mountain."

"A battle between the old man Zishan and the two demons of Fengxue?"

"A big battle? Who gave them the face? The two Fengxue Demons rank among the top ten heavenly officials of the Zhuxian Army."

"The Purple Faced Mountain Man is only a middle-level martial artist. How dare you confront them head-on?"

"I think it's just to put money on your face."

In the teahouse, several people drank a large bowl of tea and were having a heated discussion.

But Ye Yang didn't seem to hear these discussions. He held a three-inch long white gourd and a gold ring like a bull's nose ring in his hand, playing with them carefully.

It is the magic weapon obtained from the two demons of Fengxue. The two objects exude a faint light and are quite precious. They are both top-grade magic weapons.

And they can be used together. One can spit out black wind, which is raging, and the other can send out ice and snow, which is bone-chilling cold.

The combination of wind and snow can change the environment of a place. It is where there is wind and snow, ice and snow, and biting cold.

It is especially helpful for marching formations and wars between two sides.

As soon as the ice and snow came out, the strong wind roared, and most of the low-level monks with low cultivation levels lost their fighting ability.

He took another look at the progress of Xiang Mo Fist.

Elephant Demon Fist

Cultivation Progress: Grandmaster Realm

Current progress: 37%

Next level: None

﹝Perseverance, practice boxing three hundred times a day, and persist for thirteen years. ﹞

In fact, during this period of time, Ye Yang did not invest much energy in Xiang Mo Fist.

But two years of human life allowed him to easily integrate with the natural mountains and rivers.

Therefore, when a punch is thrown, the color of the world changes, with the natural power of mountains and rivers, as if it is like a green mountain pressing down, and the power naturally becomes much greater.

"Shopkeeper, go ahead."

Ye Yang was deep in thought when a voice came.

Ye Yang looked up.

He is a young guest, wearing a purple shirt, especially handsome.

With a majestic and majestic appearance, he walked in and aroused the admiration of a group of people.

Ye Yang had some impression of him. He turned out to be Jin Xiaoyi, one of the first people to visit the teahouse when it opened.

Jin Xiaoyi seemed to have made an extraordinary achievement at this moment. He walked to the teahouse, put his hands on his hips, took out ten spiritual stones, and placed them on the table.

Ye Yang was a little surprised.

At that time, Jin Xiaoyi said that people should have three qi, which made him feel refreshed. This kid had great ambitions and aspirations, and at that time he wanted to join the Zishan Gang.

I haven't seen him since then, so why did he suddenly come today.

"I joined the Zishan Gang!"

"And he was even accepted as a closed disciple by Old Man Shan."

He was very happy, and there was an unspeakable excitement in his words.

"Shopkeeper, let me tell you, this time the two demons of wind and snow attacked. I was lying in the crowd, and I saw a big shot. He was the successor of the legendary Elephant Demon Fist. Do you know his advantages and disadvantages?"

Jin Xiaoyi spoke as if to show off, his eyebrows were dancing, his saliva was flying, and he was making gestures while talking.

"Let me tell you, that man is as big as a small mountain. With one punch, he carries the power of heaven and earth. The demonic elephant runs rampant and the mountains and rivers are torn apart. It is simply too terrifying."

"This is truly a role model for our generation. This is how a man should be born. With one punch, the world changed dramatically. The elephant demon walked on the ground and rose into the sky. The two demons of wind and snow died just like that."

"I will take you to see it later. How can you see the wonders of heaven and earth and the wonders of mountains and rivers by guarding this old teahouse."

Jin Xiaoyi placed the spirit stone on the table.

Ye Yang put away the spirit stone, smiled, and served a bowl of tea.

There was a familiar voice congratulating next to him.

"Brother Jin, I told you that your future is limitless, but now you have turned into a dragon. It's nothing like the same."

It turned out to be Li Xiucai.

He squeezed through the crowd with excitement on his face.

Jin Xiaoyi smiled slightly, feeling a little proud of Li Xiucai's words.

Although he is no longer the little man struggling in the alleys of the city.

But Li Xiucai's recognition still made him feel gratified.

And being able to join the Zishan Gang and even being accepted as a disciple by Old Man Zishan, he is indeed proud of himself.

"Mr. Li is overly complimentary."

Jin Xiaoyi responded humbly. He glanced around and found that many familiar faces were looking at him, their eyes full of respect and curiosity.

This made the pride in his heart increase even more.

At this time, someone spoke.

"I heard that the Zishan Gang is facing off against the two Fengxue Demons this time. Is it true or false?"

Jin Xiaoyi said a little unconfidently.

"Of course...of course it's true."

In fact, during the battle with the two demons of Fengxue, the Zishan Gang had almost no resistance. Fortunately, the giant fell from the sky and saved their lives.

He spoke again.

"There was a big battle between the master and the two Fengxue demons. The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the mountains and rivers collapsed, but...it was just that there were other people involved."

When he said this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had thought of something, and there was infinite longing in his eyes.

It is the infinite yearning and the excitement of seeing the scenery in front of you.

at this time.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the teahouse.

Immediately afterwards, a group of guards in brocade clothes guarded the door, and then the three of them slowly entered.

Ye Yang had some impression of the middle-aged man in purple clothes in the middle. He had been drinking tea here before and was wearing purple silk and satin. He was very different from the other lower-class people.

After seeing Ye Yang at this moment, Wang Huan hurriedly walked over with an extremely humble posture, stretched out his hands, and held Ye Yang's big hand tightly.

"Shopkeeper, you are finally back, you can make it easier for us to find you."

Ye Yang smiled, let go of his hands, and looked at the two people behind him.

One of them was already quite old and powerful, and seemed to be the head of the family.

The other person is an old Taoist, wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, with purple hair, and his eyes are open and closed, with a faint light exposed.

He actually has the cultivation level of martial artist.

At this moment, the two people were also looking at the shopkeeper in front of them, but they felt that there was no aura or elegant posture in this man.

Honest and honest, calm and reserved, ordinary, just the most ordinary mortal.

The two of them looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes. They did not expect that the person in front of them was not the master they imagined, hidden in the world.

But he is the most ordinary tea shop owner selling tea.

"I am the shopkeeper of this teahouse. What do you do for a living?"

The purple-haired Taoist stepped forward.

"This fellow Taoist is very polite. I like the art of tea. After drinking this tea, I feel much better. I can feel that I am in harmony with the heaven and the earth. I am very curious and want to come here to pay my respects."

Ye Yang was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that his tea would attract their attention, but he didn't take it seriously and continued to speak.

"How many of you are here to drink tea?"

"Of course it is."

"One broken spirit stone and one bowl."

"All it takes is a broken spirit stone."

The two were surprised. The price was too cheap.

At Songfeng Mingyuelou, the remaining tea leaves from others are more than this price.

At this moment, Li Xiucai showed a flattering smile, walked up to Ye Yang, and quietly poked Ye Yang's waist.

"The shopkeeper would like to earn more spiritual stones. From now on, our Wang family will take care of all the tea."

Ye Yang didn't speak.

"Shopkeeper, your whole life of selling tea is not worth a word from the Wang family, so why bother yourself."

Li Xiucai was advising on the side

But Ye Yang didn't hear anything. After the three of them took out the broken spirit stones, he quietly took out a large pottery bowl and poured tea for them.

"I appreciate the good intentions of some of you, but I am a rough person to begin with. I can only make one or two cups of rough tea, so I cannot enjoy this glory and wealth."

After hearing what Ye Yang said, the old man from the Wang family was silent for a moment and then said.

"In that case, I won't force you. However, I like your tea very much. Can you send some regularly?"

Ye Yang shook his head.

"The tea in our shop is never taken away. If you want to drink it, you can only drink it in person. There is also a rule that each person can only sell three bowls. It is commonly known that three bowls are not worth the money."

Ye Yang poured the tea as he spoke. His hands moved very quickly. In a short while, he used an old copper pot to pour three bowls of tea into the bowls in front of the three of them.

The purple-haired old Taoist took a sip, and his eyes lit up. It was this taste that made him feel that he seemed to be one with the world.

And this freshly brewed hot tea is much better than the herbal tea from the past few days.

After drinking tea, the three of them left, but the glint in their brows became more and more intense.

"Shopkeeper, this is an opportunity. As long as we can follow in the footsteps of the Wang family, we will be prosperous in the future."

Li Xiucai walked over, with a trace of desire in his eyes.

Ye Yang knew that Li Xiucai had the idea of ​​​​befriending the Wang family.

However, the Wang family's ambitions are obviously not small, and they are intersecting with Hongchun Temple. In this turbulent situation, there may not be a good result.

But he always respected his personal destiny and didn't say much.

…

Time flew by, and a few days passed quickly.

Ye Yang guards the teahouse every day and lives a safe life.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, the lives of the casual cultivators became much easier. He also lived an ordinary life, but his life was like a trickle, washing his soul.

Ye Yang has been getting used to this feeling for two years.

Work at sunrise and return at sunset. With a pot of tea, you can spend the rest of your life without any worries or fights.

Like an ordinary person, except for a little tiredness, his mentality is more peaceful and natural.

That night.

Ye Yang was frying tea under the big ginkgo tree in the backyard, and suddenly felt someone came in, sneaking in.

Although he didn't know who the other person was, he could feel that this person didn't want to drink tea.

With the sound of tables and chairs being overturned, Ye Yang frowned.

These people seemed to be looking for something.

At this moment.

In the cramped teahouse, a monk, like a ghost, was constantly looking for something.

He waved his hand, and the tables, chairs and benches around him floated in the air without wind, which was very strange.

"Strange, why can't I find tea!"

"Logically speaking, opening a store is to do business, to earn spirit stones, and tea should be in the store."

His eyes flashed with some unexpectedness.

"Maybe in the backyard."

He looked at the dim lights in the backyard, walked out of a narrow passage, and went to the backyard.

There is a thick ginkgo tree in the backyard, and there is also a person who is bending over and making tea.

"The tea is there!"

He saw the man stretch out his cracked and wrinkled hands, and then gently drain the tea leaves, control the water to wash them, and then quietly stir-fry them.

A unique fragrance came, and the rich tea fragrance actually made his magic power in his body run quickly. In an instant, his ears and eyes were clear, and he actually had a feeling of wanting to break through the realm.

"This tea is really extraordinary!"

There was a trace of horror on his face, followed by inexhaustible greed.

"This tea is so strange that I have never seen it before. It actually looks like a sword, it is simply lifelike!"

At this time, he saw the shape of the tea, took a breath of cold air, and waved his hand. The tea leaves immediately flew in the air and came towards his hands.

But the next moment, he seemed to have discovered something, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands kept shaking when he looked at it.

Only then did he realize that the tea leaves in his hand had been in the bamboo strips again without knowing when.

He was a little strange, greed appeared in his eyes again, and he waved his sleeves again, wanting to take the tea leaves away.

Finally, the tea leaves were in his hands.

But the next moment, he screamed, blood and tears flowed in his eyes, his throat was fishy, ​​and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

He looked down and found that the tea leaves in his hand were in the shape of a knife, with the tip of the knife facing him, and a trace of blood flowed down his forehead.

At this moment, it seemed that the knife-shaped tea leaves directly pierced into his eyebrows, as if it was a sharp sword, splitting him in half from the middle.

"How could it be!"

He screamed, and the next moment, the tea leaves slipped out of his hands.

...

I returned to my hometown last night. The bumpy mountain road all the way, roughly thinking of a lot of bad experiences, too uncomfortable, from last night to now, I have just finished writing a chapter of depression.