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

As she watched his receding footsteps, the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Jin Xiaoyi, quickly get up and help Master up."

……

After killing the two demons Fengxue, Ye Yang didn't take it seriously. He returned to the old teahouse and brewed and made tea as usual.

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

It is still so peaceful and calm.

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

And finally.

After the death of the two demons, Wind and Snow, the heavy snow that had been falling for several days gradually stopped.

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

The snow at the entrance of the market alley began to melt gradually under the sunshine.

Once the wind and snow stopped, these people naturally went out to make a living, so there were fewer customers in the teahouse.

However, Ye Yang still maintained his normal state and did not take the number of people seriously.

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

"Have you heard about it? I heard that the Zishan Gang actually saw the two demons Fengxue in the mountains."

"A battle between Elder Zishan and the two demons Fengxue?"

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

"The Purple-faced Hermit is only at the mid-stage of the Warrior stage. How dare he fight against them?"

"I think it's just a self-flattering move."

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

But Ye Yang seemed not to hear the discussions. He held a three-inch long white-skinned gourd and a gold ring that looked like a cow's nose ring in his hands, playing with them carefully.

They were the magical weapons obtained from the two demons Fengxue. The two objects emitted a faint glow and were quite precious. They were actually top-grade magical weapons.

Moreover, they can be used in combination, one can spit out black wind, which causes rampant black wind, and the other can send out ice and snow, causing bone-chilling cold.

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

It is especially helpful for marching and deploying troops, and wars between two sides.

As soon as the ice and snow appeared and the wind howled, most of the low-level cultivators with low cultivation levels would lose their combat effectiveness.

He looked at the progress of the Elephant Demon Fist again.

Elephant Demon Fist

Cultivation Progress: Grandmaster Realm

Current progress: 37%
Next level: None
[Perseverance is required. Practice the boxing technique 300 times every day for 13 years.]
In fact, during this period of time, Ye Yang did not put too much energy into the Elephant Demon Fist.

However, two years of mortal life allowed him to easily blend into the natural mountain environment.

So when a punch is thrown, the sky and the earth change color, carrying with them the power of nature of mountains and rivers, as if a green mountain is pressing down, and the power is naturally much greater.

"Shopkeeper, go on."

Ye Yang was deep in thought when a voice came.

Ye Yang looked up.

It was a young guest, dressed in purple, looking particularly handsome and heroic.

He walked in with an imposing manner and the gait of a dragon or a tiger, causing a group of people to be surprised and admired.

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

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

Ye Yang was a little surprised.

At that time, Jin Xiaoyi's saying that people should have three kinds of energy made him feel refreshed. This boy had great ambitions and lofty aspirations, and he wanted to join the Zishan Gang at that time.

I haven't seen him since then, why did he suddenly come here today?

"I've joined the Purple Mountain Gang!"

"And he was accepted as the last disciple by the old man Shan."

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

"Boss, let me tell you, this time when the two demons of wind and snow attacked, I was lying in the crowd and saw an important figure, the heir of the legendary Elephant Demon Fist. Do you know how powerful he is?"

Jin Xiaoyi spoke in a somewhat boastful manner, his eyebrows dancing, saliva flying, and he gestured as he spoke.

"Let me tell you, that man was as huge as a small mountain. When he punched out, he carried the power of heaven and earth. Demonic elephants were rampant, and mountains and rivers were torn apart. It was simply too terrifying."

"This is truly a role model for our generation. A real man should be like this when he is born in this world. With one punch, the heaven and earth changed drastically. The Elephant Demon walked on the ground and soared into the sky. The two Wind and Snow Demons actually died just like that."

"I'll take you to see it later. How can you see the wonders of the world and the mountains and rivers if you just stay in 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.

A familiar voice congratulated him from the side.

"Brother Jin, I told you that you have a bright future. Now you have truly become a dragon and are on the rise. It's incomparable."

It turned out to be Li Xiucai.

He squeezed through the crowd with an excited look 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.

Moreover, he was able to join the Zishan Gang and was accepted as a disciple by old man Zishan. He really had reason to be proud.

"Mr. Li, you are overpraising me."

Jin Xiaoyi responded modestly, looking around and found many familiar faces looking at him, their eyes full of respect and curiosity.

This made him feel even more proud.

At this time, someone spoke.

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

Jin Xiaoyi spoke a little unconfidently.

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

In fact, in the battle with the two demons Fengxue, the Zishan Gang had almost no ability to resist. Fortunately, the giant descended from the sky and saved their lives.

He spoke again.

"Master and the two demons Fengxue fought a great battle. The sky and earth changed color, and the mountains and rivers collapsed. It's just... it's just that there were other people involved."

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

It is the infinite yearning and the excitement of seeing the scenery before your eyes.

at this time.

There was a sudden noise outside the teahouse.

Immediately afterwards, a group of guards in brocade clothes stood guard outside the door, and then three people slowly entered.

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

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

"Boss, you are finally back. It took us a long time to find you."

Ye Yang smiled, released his hands, and looked at the two people behind him. One of them was already quite old and had a natural authority, as if he was the head of the family.

The other person was an old Taoist priest, wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and had purple hair. There was a gleam of light in his eyes when he opened and closed them.

He actually has reached the level of a warrior.

At this moment, the two of them were also sizing up the shopkeeper in front of them, and they felt that this man did not have any otherworldly aura or elegant demeanor.

He is honest, calm, reserved, and ordinary, just an ordinary mortal.

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

He was just an ordinary teahouse owner who sold tea.

"I am the owner of this teahouse. What can I do for you?"

The purple-haired Taoist stepped forward.

"Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Taoist. I love tea art. After drinking this tea, I felt much more relaxed. I even felt that I was in harmony with the heaven and earth. I was very curious and wanted to come here to see it."

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

"Are you guys here for tea?"

"Of course it is."

"One broken spirit stone for one bowl."

"It only takes one Broken Spirit Stone."

The two were shocked, the price was too cheap.

The leftover tea leaves from other people's tea at Songfeng Mingyue Tower cost more than this price.

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

"If the shopkeeper wants to earn more spiritual stones, our Wang family will cover all the tea from now on."

Ye Yang didn't say anything.

"Shopkeeper, selling tea for a lifetime is not worth a word from the Wang family, why bother yourself?"

Li Xiucai advised

But Ye Yang ignored them all. After the three of them took out the broken spirit stones, he quietly took out a large ceramic bowl and poured tea for them.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I am a simple man and can only make a cup or two of tea. I cannot enjoy such splendor and wealth."

Hearing what Ye Yang said, the old man from the Wang family was silent for a moment, then spoke.

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

Ye Yang shook his head.

"We never sell our tea to outsiders. If you want to drink it, you have to come here in person. And we have always had a rule that each person can only buy three bowls, which is commonly known as three bowls and you can't get through the alley."

Ye Yang poured tea as he spoke, his hands moving very quickly, and soon he had used the old copper kettle to pour three bowls of tea into the bowls in front of the three people.

The purple-haired Taoist took a sip, and a hint of light appeared in his eyes. It was this taste that made him vaguely feel as if he had become one with the world.

Moreover, this freshly brewed hot tea is much better than the cold tea I had a few days ago.

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

"Boss, this is an opportunity. As long as we can catch up with the Wang family, we will be prosperous in the future."

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

Ye Yang knew that Li Xiucai wanted to make friends with the Wang family.

However, the Wang family is obviously very ambitious and has connections with Hongchun Temple. In this turbulent situation, there may not be a good outcome.

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

……

Time flies, and a few days passed quickly.

Ye Yang runs the teahouse every day and leads a relatively peaceful life.

Once the wind and snow stopped, the lives of the wandering cultivators became much better. He also led an ordinary life, but his life was like a trickle of water, cleansing his soul.

Ye Yang has been experiencing this feeling for two years and has become somewhat accustomed to it.

Work at sunrise and return home at sunset, spend the rest of your life with a pot of tea, without being bothered by trivial matters and without fighting or killing.

Just like an ordinary person, apart from being a little tired, his mentality is more peaceful and natural.

This night.

Ye Yang was roasting tea under the big ginkgo tree in the backyard when he suddenly felt someone walking in stealthily.

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

As the tables, chairs and benches were overturned, Ye Yang frowned.

These people seem to be looking for something.

At this moment.

In the cramped teahouse, a monk, like a ghost, was constantly searching 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 any tea leaves!"

"Logically speaking, the purpose of opening a shop is to do business and earn spiritual stones, so the tea should be in the shop."

There was something unexpected in the flash of his eyes.

"Maybe in the backyard."

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

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

“There’s the tea!”

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

A unique fragrance came over him. The rich aroma of tea made the magic power in his body start to circulate rapidly. In an instant, his ears and eyes became clear, and he even had a feeling of wanting to break through the realm.

"This tea is truly extraordinary!"

A hint of horror appeared on his face, followed by inexhaustible greed.

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

At this time, he saw the shape of the tea leaves, took a breath, 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 when he looked carefully, his hands began to tremble.

Only then did he realize that the tea leaves in his hand had already returned to the bamboo strips without him noticing when.

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

Finally, the tea leaves were in his hands.

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

He looked down and realized that the tea in his hand was shaped like a knife, with the tip of the knife pointing at him. A trace of blood flowed down his forehead.

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

"how come!"

He screamed, and the next moment, the tea leaves flew out of his hand.

……

I returned to my hometown last night. The road was bumpy all the way up the mountain. I was thinking about a lot of bad experiences. It was so painful. I have been depressed since last night and have just finished writing one chapter.

(End of this chapter)