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

"Good tea! Really good tea!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaimed,
"Where did you get this tea?"

He took another sip.

This time, when I savored it carefully, I had a special feeling and my eyes suddenly lit up.

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

The fatigue from days of practice was swept away.

This feeling was very strange, something he had never experienced before.

It should be noted that things in the world that can neutralize the impure qi in the body are rare and extremely precious.

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

Even the Bitan Piaohua tea promoted by Songfeng Mingyue Tower, which costs hundreds of spirit stones per cup, does not have this function.

They just barely imitated the taste.

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

Plus there were so many guests, it was quite noisy.

It lacks the real tea fragrance and tea flavor, and it lacks something real.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly came to an epiphany.

Tea tasting, tea tasting, in fact, drinking the tea is secondary, what you taste is leisure, what you drink is life.

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

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

Thinking of this, he glanced at the shopkeeper in front of him, and after a quick inspection, he found that the other party was very ordinary, nothing different, so he spoke.

"This tea is unusual. I wonder where it came from."

Ye Yang smiled slightly.

"It doesn't have much history, just some old tea leaves."

“I don’t know if they could sell me some.”

Ye Yang shook his head.

"This is the tea we grow at home. We only harvest it once a year and the quantity is small, so we don't sell it outside."

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

His eyes sparkled as he touched the storage bag around his waist.

"You can set the price as you like. You can definitely make more money 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 at home."

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

"Sorry, we never deliver tea here. If you want to drink it, you have to come to the store."

"You opened a shop 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, a smile appeared on his face. He was not angry, but spoke.

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

After he finished speaking, he took out ten scattered spirit stones in a row from his sleeves.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and only pulled over three, sending back seven.

"I have a rule here. I only sell three bowls per person."

"In that case, 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 tried to persuade him, 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 let me know."

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, smiled and quietly took all the spirit stones.

The man left the teahouse in the heavy snow and ran quickly towards the south of the city.

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

A closer look revealed that the room was filled with all kinds of dirty and worn-out broken spirit stones, but he didn't care much.

After seeing this person off, he continued to make tea.

Take out the tea leaves from the Daojian ancient tea tree, wash and dry them first, scrape off the leaf veins, then slowly fry them in the furnace, and then grind them into powder.

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

It says "Three bowls won't get you across the alley"

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

Shortly after the big characters were hung up.

This surprised many old customers.

I don't understand what's so special about his tea, as it's obviously not popular.

They even stipulated that no one should sell more than three bowls, claiming that three bowls is not enough.

Ye Yang didn't know that even though he hung up this sign.

However, there was something strange about that middle-aged man.

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

After he walked out of the teahouse, he was helped by his servants and got into a luxurious carriage.

He sat in the carriage, looking at the green tea poured into the cup, took a careful sniff, and felt an indescribable fragrance and the scent of natural mountains.

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

“Although it tastes a little bitter, the flavor is really extraordinary, giving people a feeling of calming down and floating, and traveling through the universe.”

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I actually feel like my cultivation is about to break through."

"This good thing needs to be reported to father immediately. He likes drinking tea the most on weekdays."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man told the coachman to drive back home quickly.

He returned to the palace and started shouting loudly.

"Father, look what I brought back for you."

He walked into the house.

At the head of the room was an old man with a white beard. At this moment, 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 handing over the huge Wang family to him.

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

"Is there anyone who does things like you?"

"Huan'er, you are really becoming more and more unruly. We in the Liu family have all kinds of tea, not to mention that we have distinguished guests here today, how can you be rude?"

Wang Huan turned his head and found that there was an old Taoist with purple hair sitting on the side.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful, as if he was oblivious to everything around him.

In front of him was a low table with a few ancient books on it. In his hand he was playing with a jade flute, the sound of which was so ethereal that it seemed as if it were nothing to human eyes.

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

"Who is this?" Wang Huan asked curiously.

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

The old man answered softly, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

Wang Huan was shocked.

He had also heard of Hongchun Temple, which was located on the Tongtian River a thousand miles away from Taoanfang City. It was a place that practiced both Taoism and Buddhism and was quite famous. He did not expect that his father, who had a wide range of friends, was actually connected to Hongchun Temple.

To be invited to my father's home during such a turbulent time, I think he must be a hidden master.

"It's okay. I am also an expert in tea making. I am glad that you are so anxious to send me half a bowl of tea. I think this tea must be different."

He did not despise it. He stood up and looked at the half cup of tea carefully.

The purple-haired Taoist priest smiled gently.

"I wonder if I could let the Taoist master taste it."

There was a glimmer in his eyes.

Wang Huan handed it to him.

The old Taoist took a sip of tea.

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

"This tea is indeed extraordinary...it actually has a...a special aroma that can neutralize the chaotic energy in the human body. It is of great benefit to those who practice cultivation."

The purple-haired Taoist priest was surprised.

Compared with Wang Huan, he has studied the tea ceremony for many years and can feel the specialness of this tea better.

The spiritual energy in the tea leaves is secondary.

That neutral energy brought about a huge change in his state of mind.

All worries disappeared, and I seemed to be one with the heaven and earth.

"So amazing? Let me try it too."

The old man walked forward, took the half cup of tea without any disgust, took a sip, and tasted it carefully.

Although I don’t have as much insight as Taoist Jing’an.

However, he found that the tea contained an indescribable sense of harmony that made people feel relaxed and happy.

Half a cup of tea and a gentle breeze seemed like a special attitude towards life that made him feel calm.

The old man opened his eyes and was also greatly shocked. He did not expect that this half bowl of tea would have such magical effects.

He quickly asked, "Mr. Jing'an, maybe you can tell how this tea is made?"

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

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

This tea has a light fragrance and a slightly bitter taste, without any other strange aromas, and it is obvious that it comes from one type of tea.

And the cooking method is also very common.

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

"This tea is extraordinary. Where did it come from?"

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

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

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

"In that case, why don't we go to the tea shop together and see what the mystery is."

"It just so happens that Master Jing'an comes here once in a while, so let our Wang family show our hospitality as a good host."

The old man knew that the purple-haired Taoist priest practiced high-level Taoism, his mind was in harmony with heaven and earth, and he had also studied the tea ceremony for a hundred years.

Songfeng Mingyue Tower invited him several times to enjoy tea, but he refused.

He said, "It's just fake tea, how can it taste good?"

But this time, the reaction was so big, which means there must be something different in this tea.

"During such a turbulent time, the Tao'an market is full of good and bad people. If there really is a hidden dragon or crouching tiger, it would be good to make friends with him."

He thought to himself.

……

In the teahouse.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

Time passed by every second.

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

And when winter came this year, it started snowing heavily again.

The heavy snow not only did not stop, but it got heavier.

The snow fell heavily like goose feathers. It was so heavy that a thick layer of snow piled up 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.

During this snowstorm, Feitianmen hurriedly arranged for personnel to construct a formation to help Taoan Market complete normal operations.

In this wild land, heavy snow fell, and the number of monsters became fewer and fewer. Natural herbs were naturally not easy to find, and many people could only barely make ends meet in the city.

In the distance, the Eastern Zhuxian Army of the Dayun Dynasty was ready to make a move.

Amid the turbulent situation, independent cultivators outside the mountain and small families in the mountains also brought their families and flocked to Taoan Market.

More and more people are coming, and most of the outsiders have no houses to live in, so they can only hide in the market.

Every morning when Ye Yang opened the door, he would see one or two frozen pedestrians lying on the road or on the street.

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

This snow reveals something weird and indescribable.

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

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

At the same time, the news quickly spread throughout the Taoan market.

According to legend, the Eastern immortal army had already begun its action on the banks of the Tongtian River, first breaking through the Liu family in Tianyuan Mountain and heading straight for Taoan Market.

Yan Nanfei, the Immortal Officer of the Eastern Zhuxian Army, was killed by the successor of the Elephant Demon Fist.

The Zhu Xian Army has threatened to take revenge and is constantly searching for the trace of the Elephant Demon Fist messenger.

He also offered a high price of 100,000 spirit stones and invited a master of the underworld to find the trace of the successor of the Elephant Demon Fist.

But that person was extremely secretive. After killing Duanxian Tianguan, he seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

An expert carefully investigated and found traces of Ye Yang, an expert in both swordsmanship and saber, taking action outside the battle.

Many people went to Feitian Gate, wanting to meet Ye Yang, an expert in both swordsmanship and knives, and ask him for an explanation.

However, they did not expect that Feitianmen had a very tough attitude and all the visitors were refused to see them one by one.

A few evil people used secret methods to sneak into Feitian Gate, but they didn't expect that they were hit on the head by a golden monkey before they even entered.

The most famous one is the evil Gu Buddha, a master of the underworld. He practices the inheritance of the Yin Gu Duantian Palace. He has been cultivating evil spirits for many years and is good at concealing his breath. He practices both the Gu Buddha and the method, and his combat power is equally powerful.

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

For a time, when the news spread, countless people were in a panic.

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

Two days ago, the scaly demon elephant ridden by Ye Yang, an expert in both swordsmanship and saber, suddenly appeared in the sky above Feitian Gate, and its body became as big as a small mountain.

In one breath, he swallowed up another team of elite soldiers from the Eastern Zhuxian Army.

Many people have a feeling that a storm is about to come.

At the same time, the Taixu Taoist sect and the Wangsheng Zen Temple joined forces and unexpectedly broke out into an internal fight with the Lietian Sword Sect.

The three major sects that were expelled from the Dayun Dynasty in the past have always been closely connected.

But the situation is not good now. There seems to be a gap and things are surging.

The innate head of Taixu Taoist sect and the contemporary swordsman of Lietian Sword Sect had a fierce battle on the bank of Tongtian River.

The outcome is still undecided and no other news has been released.

But the turbulent situation affected almost everyone.

(End of this chapter)