But the turbulent situation affected almost everyone.

Even when Ye Yang was in the teahouse, he often heard the guests who came to drink tea talk about these things.

The storm is coming, and dark clouds are covering the sun.

Everyone's conversation was filled with melancholy.

A speck of dust in the era is like a mountain on a person's shoulders.

Especially for these low-level monks like them.

The times have changed drastically, and I wonder how much of an impact this will have on Feitianmen.

But fortunately for Taoanfang City.

Because it was far away from the Tongtian River, it was not affected by the war for a while.

On the contrary, it was because of this reason that a large number of foreign guests were welcomed, the flow of people reached its peak, and it became more prosperous.

Even in Ye Yang's teahouse, business started to pick up.

Most of these guests were dressed in rags and looked like they were on a hustle and bustle.

He speaks with an accent from another place, and there is always an indescribable bitterness in his actions and conversations.

Even when he came to the teahouse, he was not willing to take out a loose spirit stone to drink a bowl of tea.

After all, for them.

With a piece of scattered spirit stone, you can go to the east of the city to buy the cheap spirit rice allocated by Feitian Gate, or save them up and buy yourself a second-hand talisman when you have enough.

I don't want to waste it on oral enjoyment.

The reason why I came into the teahouse was just to take advantage of the warmth of the teahouse to avoid the wind and snow and dispel the coldness on my body in the heavy snow.

The next day, early morning.

Three people slowly came to the Fu Sheng Yi Wan Teahouse.

One was an old man, who was quite old, and the other was a purple-haired Taoist wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, and the one in the front was a middle-aged man.

At this moment, Wang Huan pointed to the dilapidated teahouse in front and said.

“This is where that tea is sold.”

The master of the Wang family and the purple-haired Taoist priest raised their eyes and looked at the crooked plaque and were surprised.

"A bowl of floating life, a bowl of floating life."

Master Wang muttered to himself, and could not help saying, "What a strange name."

The purple-haired Taoist priest looked at the plaque with complicated eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"I didn't expect this store owner to be so bold and arrogant."

"This name has a great origin."

When Mr. Wang heard this, he immediately became interested and quickly asked the purple-haired Taoist to explain in detail.

The purple-haired Taoist priest spoke.

“Life is like duckweed, drifting with the current, but a bowl of soup can make people have endless aftertastes. One bowl of floating life, one bowl of floating life, as if experiencing the ups and downs of a lifetime.”

Mr. Wang listened attentively and nodded from time to time.

I was even more curious about this "bowl of life" and wondered where the shopkeeper behind it came from.

But when they walked into the teahouse, they were greatly disappointed.

The house is a cramped space.

There were many people standing in the house. It was very noisy and there was not a trace of elegance or charm.

The two looked around but couldn't find the shopkeeper, so Wang Huan called out a few times.

"Boss, a guest has arrived. Come and serve the tea."

Inside the teahouse, the three people shouted for a while, but did not see Ye Yang.

At this moment, a down-and-out old scholar was standing at the table drinking tea.

Seeing the three people dressed in luxurious clothes, a smile appeared in his eyes and he walked forward.

"Hello, three seniors. The owner of the teahouse is out today."

"If you want to drink tea, feel free to do so. But he is not here today, so there is no tea. However, hot water is free."

The three of them came here just to drink tea, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but frown.

"My dear friend, what's your name?"

The purple-haired Taoist priest asked first.

Although Li Xiucai was not very old, as soon as he saw the Taoist priest, he knew that he was probably a senior master and his age was unknown.

He didn't care. He brought a kettle of hot water and poured a cup for the three of them, then started talking.

"Just call me Li Xiucai."

"So it's Brother Li Daoyou. I'm so sorry for the disrespect."

Li Xiucai also clasped his fists in return.

"Why is the shopkeeper not here today?"

"Maybe he went outside the mountain to fetch water. His teahouse uses fresh spring water from the mountain every day."

"The mountain is closed due to heavy snow during this period, so the return trip will probably take some time."

"It's rare to use fresh spring water to make tea every day."

There are now a large number of monks in Taoan Market, and the daily consumption is huge.

The nearby mountains have long lost their high-quality spring water.

If you want to collect the best spring water, you need to go deep into the mountains and forests.

Even those big teahouses use water from the Niu Mo River mixed with spiritual water to make tea.

When they heard about this pure spring water, the three of them couldn't help but be surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, I see you are a regular customer. Do you know how the tea in this shop is made?"

The purple-haired Taoist asked curiously.

Li Xiucai smiled slightly. He didn't understand either, but thinking that he had met a noble person, he wanted to show off himself.

"There's nothing special about this tea powder. It's just that the old shopkeeper is honest and insists on using fresh tea leaves every day, so there are only one or two fresh ones."

"It's far from delicious, but the tea leaves are quite special and contain a bit of spiritual energy."

After hearing this, the three of them were moved and thought that the key point really was about the tea leaves, so they asked.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know where his tea comes from? If you can convince me to sell some to you, I will definitely not disappoint you."

Li Xiucai shook his head and was speechless for a moment.

He usually comes here just to drink tea, so he has no idea how tea is made.

I don’t pay much attention to it on a daily basis, no matter how delicious this tea is.

It can't compare to the authenticity, fragrance and deliciousness of Songfeng Mingyue Tower.

"This...this, I don't know either."

The three of them were a little disappointed when they heard this, but he did not give up, and continued to ask: "Do you know when the shopkeeper will be back?"

……

Today, Ye Yang rarely went to make tea. Instead, he measured the land with his footsteps and walked out of Taoan Market.

The snow was really heavy.

Countless people were frozen to death. He always felt that there was something weird in the snow.

At this moment on the mountain path, the sky and the earth were all white.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand, and soon, his palm was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.

He quietly placed the snowflake in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

There was a chill, and besides that, there was an indescribable fishy smell.

"It smells like blood."

Ye Yang frowned. He could feel that the smell was coming from all directions and was extremely strong.

"Sure enough, as I guessed, this snow is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

Ye Yang's heart shuddered, and he followed the smell of blood and walked forward.

He was very fast, each step he took was dozens of feet long, and he seemed to have merged into the world.

After a while, only a lonely figure was left in the vast snow.

If an outsider saw this, he would definitely be shocked.

He was clearly by his side in the blink of an eye, and in the next blink he was hundreds of feet away.

Ye Yang's speed is getting faster and faster.

After a while, two figures were seen on the top of a mountain. One of them was a Taoist priest, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with a belly as thick as a water tank and a height as high as a water tank.

He was carrying a huge white gourd on his back, which was bulging with wind and snow. At this moment, the gourd mouth was open and he was exhaling outside.

The other man was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, with a wide mouth and a gold ring under his nose.

At this moment, black wind came out of his mouth and passed through the golden ring. The black wind became stronger and stronger under the influence of the golden ring.

After a while, the black wind turned into a tornado, carrying ice and snow all over the sky, and went down the mountain.

"It seems that these two are creating wind and snow. No wonder it has been the heaviest snowfall in the past ten years, freezing so many people to death."

"It turns out that they are the ones playing a trick."

Ye Yang was about to take action.

Suddenly, he sensed the noise of someone coming in the snow, and his idea of ​​taking action gradually faded.

"Who are you, the evil ones? Why did you create heavy snow here, causing the people to suffer?"

A group of people came out of the forest, led by an old man in purple clothes.

His face was purple, and in his left hand he held a magical weapon as big as a mountain.

There were many disciples behind this man, and they were carrying a huge snow bear monster behind them. It was obvious that they had returned from hunting in the mountains.

The two people on the top of the mountain turned around and obviously saw this group of people, and snorted coldly.

"How dare a few ants disturb us?"

The Taoist took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his arms, chanted a spell, and then stuck it on the white gourd.

Suddenly, the white gourd began to tremble violently, as if something inside was struggling to get out.

"Everyone be careful, quickly set up the Purple Mountain Formation."

The old man in the lead threw the mountain-like magic weapon in his hand into the sky.

The disciples behind him took out their formation flags one after another, and soon, a huge purple mountain shadow appeared in front of them.

At this moment, the Taoist suddenly shouted and threw the white gourd into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the tall and thin man also spit out a black wind, which intertwined with the white gourd.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the whole valley shook.

A powerful torrent of ice and snow came rushing down from the top of the mountain, pressing down on the purple mountains as if to crush them.

"careful!"

In the shadow of the mountains, the old man in the lead reminded loudly.

Everyone used their magical powers to resist the impact of this torrent of ice and snow.

However, even so, they felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, almost unable to breathe.

"Not good, they are two cultivators who have reached the realm of martial perfection."

"Yes, it's the two demons Fengxue."

Someone recognized their identities and spoke in panic.

The two demons Feng Xue have always served in the Eastern Zhu Xian Army and are two of the Zhu Xian Army's ten heavenly officials.

They are good at working together to change the environment to create wind and snow to pave the way for the Zhu Xian Army.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

What does it mean that the two demon warriors Fengxue have perfected their strength? This means that they can almost sweep Taoan Market.

Even in Feitianmen.

Except for the top few people, no one has ever reached this level.

At this time, the Taoist and the tall and thin man looked at each other, and a wicked smile appeared on their mouths.

A huge vortex of ice and snow emerged again from the white-skinned gourd. The huge vortex sucked in the surrounding snowflakes, and it spun around and crashed into the purple mountains.

The purple mountains suddenly collapsed.

A group of people fell to the ground, spitting blood.

But the vortex of ice and snow still did not disappear, and a trace of fear appeared in everyone's eyes.

However, he never expected that a huge elephant-like giant would suddenly appear in front of him.

His muscles were bulging high, and he was surrounded by countless purple-black demonic energy. At this moment, he stood in front of everyone.
With a wave of his hand, the cold vortex of ice and snow immediately turned back as if it had encountered some barrier.

Then the giant moved, his huge body like a moving hill.

Every step he took was accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground.

The Taoist and the tall and thin man obviously did not expect such a sudden change.

For a moment, he was overwhelmed by the momentum and stopped the spell in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Ye Yang's voice was like muffled thunder, echoing in the empty valley.

The Taoist finally came to his senses, the fat on his face trembling, and he answered with forced calmness.

"I am a Qi cultivator from the Dayun Dynasty, and this is my senior brother. The two of us were practicing the method of sealing the mountain with wind and snow, and we never thought that it would affect the people below. It was really an unintentional mistake."

After saying that, the two wanted to leave.

Ye Yang's gaze was as fast as lightning, piercing deep into the hearts of the two people.

He has practiced for many years and has an extremely sharp vision.

One can tell at first glance that these two not only have strong cultivation bases, but also have a hint of evil in them, and are definitely not good people.

"Practice? That's a good excuse. If I don't get rid of you today, you will become a big problem in the future!"

Ye Yang's voice was filled with unquestionable determination.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the tall and thin man secretly practiced some magic spells and puffed the golden ring under his nose, trying to cast the Black Wind again.

But the giant waved his hand, and a huge palm instantly condensed in the air.

The black wind was easily dispersed as if swatting a fly.

The Taoist was shocked when he saw this, and quickly took off the white gourd on his back and chanted a spell, trying to release the ice and snow hidden inside.

However, when the man turned around, a dazzling sword box appeared.
A loud sound!
The sword box opened, revealing a small tree with thirty-six golden-red orange fruits on it.

The orange fruit vibrated slightly and transformed into thirty-six golden-red sword auras, sealing off the heaven and earth.

When the two men saw this, they knew who the person in front of them was and were shocked.

“He’s actually the successor of the Elephant Demon Fist!”

"The heir of the Elephant Demon Fist, who ranks sixteenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."

"Brother, it's time for you and me to make great contributions."

Instead, the two of them became excited.

However, the giant appeared in front of them in a flash, and his huge fist fell down with a sound of breaking through the air.

In an instant, strong winds blew up in the mountains, snowflakes flew everywhere, and a shocking battle began.

Ye Yang had been observing the world with his heart for some time. When he threw a punch at this moment, he immediately felt something was different.

With the power of the Elephant Demon Fist, he threw a punch that seemed to carry the might of the surrounding green mountains, heaven and earth. It was a one-on-two fight without any fear.

His fists were as dense as raindrops, and each strike carried the force of thunder.

Although the Taoist and the tall and thin man had excellent combined attacking skills, they soon felt overwhelmed by the huge fist.

After a while, the golden-red sword energy once again cut through the clothes of the two men, revealing their bloody bodies.

The retreat routes were almost completely blocked.

The next moment, Ye Yang punched again.

Groan!
A loud elephant roar suddenly occurred.

Then a huge and ferocious demon elephant appeared, with its feet on the ground and its back holding up the sky.

It came out from his fist, bringing with it wind and snow, shaking the earth and mountains, and bombarded the two people in front.

The demon elephant broke the cliff with its enormous force, and the two men still wanted to stop it.

But in the violent collision, he was hit in the chest by the demon elephant, and flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He fell heavily to the ground and could never get up again.

Ye Yang waved his hand, and the two magic weapons immediately came into his hands.

He punched again, and the bodies of the two snowmakers were ground into powder.

Then, Ye Yang turned and left, leaving behind a field of snow and cold wind. His figure gradually disappeared into the windy and snowy sky.

……

(End of this chapter)