The monks of the Xuanyue Sect and some casual cultivators who often go in and out of the Desert Ridge know that on the way out of the Desert Ridge three years ago, there is suddenly a thatched hut with a square of three or five zhang, and there is a pavilion next to the thatched house, in which several simple tables and chairs are placed, and a simple wooden board is inserted next to it, and the wooden board is engraved with several big characters of "Desert Tea Pavilion". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This tea pavilion is not very inconspicuous, but the spirit tea in the pavilion is fragrant and sweet, full of spiritual power, the most important thing is that the monks who pass through this tea pavilion can ask for a cup of spirit tea for free, the owner of the tea pavilion seems to be unusually generous, no matter who passes by this tea pavilion, the first cup of spirit tea is free of charge, but from the second cup of spirit tea onwards, a cup of ten lower grade spirit stones charges, which makes many monks often only drink a cup of free spirit tea and there is no follow-up.

As long as he encounters some big customers, he often eats several cups in a row, which makes the old head of the tea shop also make a small profit.

The ancient head had never cared much about the first cup of spiritual tea that was served for free, and he looked very generous, and gradually some regulars spread that the relatives of this ancient head had been slaughtered by the monks of the Imperial Soul Sect.

Therefore, this bone hated the monks of the Imperial Soul Sect to the bone, and when someone sold some seized ghost flags and other magic weapons to the monks of the Imperial Soul Sect to increase their strength, this ancient head was very indignant, and it was privately rumored that the ancient head also bought some Soul Gathering Banners at a high price, and the ancient head swore viciously that the Soul Gathering Banners he bought would never be sold to the monks of the Imperial Soul Sect, but would be destroyed one by one.

In this way, those monks who returned from the Desert Ridge, whether they were monks of the Xuanyue Sect or those who were loose cultivators, basically sold the Soul Gathering Banners they had won at a high price to the old man, so that they could not only beg for a cup of spiritual tea to drink in a bright and bright manner, but also exchange the chicken-ribbed Soul Gathering Banners for some spirit stones, and they did not have to worry about being arrested by the city law enforcement guards for selling in the Desert City, the most important thing was that there were more spirit stones than those sold in the city, and they were not too worried about these Soul Gathering Banners falling into the hands of the Soul Gathering Sect monks again.

Although this ancient head's promise that the Soul Gathering Banner he acquired would not fall into the hands of the Soul Gathering Sect cultivators again was a little suspicious? However, the shops in the city and the dark market were 100% sold to the monks of the Imperial Soul Sect, and in comparison, selling them to the ancient head had a lot of benefits.

In the end, some of the dealers even bought some of the Soul Gathering Banners that had been backlogged in Desert City and sold them to the ancient head, and the old head always looked like he would not refuse to come.

This makes many people wonder whether it is the ancient head itself that is rich? Or is it that the business of Kailing tea here is amazingly profitable?

But many people speculate that it is the former, because if the latter is established, some spiritual tea has been opened next to the ancient head, and the spiritual wine and even the last home of the restaurant restaurant cannot be opened and closed.

"Ancient head, ask for a cup of spiritual tea to taste!"

The wrinkled forehead of the ancient head was sleeping on the two yellow and shriveled elbows at this moment, and at this time two people sat down in the tea pavilion, one of them said.

"Come on...... Come on! The old head slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and when he saw the guests outside the tea pavilion, he was first startled, and his sleepiness disappeared, and then he thought of something, and began to bring out the brewed spiritual tea as usual, and slowly poured it for the two of them.

I saw a man and a woman sitting in the tea pavilion at the moment, the man was skinny, skinny, and the woman was as delicate as water, gorgeous and picturesque.

"Senior Sister Li, you still go in, the desert ridge is extremely dangerous, if you go in alone, won't you be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger? I can't go with you in this scene now! The thin male cultivator in the white robe took the lead.

"Humph! I must go to Brother Xiao, don't persuade me anymore, you see that you have followed me all the way, if I wasn't worried about an accident on your way, I would have left you behind with my sword, and I want to go back after drinking spiritual tea here! Sitting next to her was a gorgeous green-robed nussal.

"Hey...... Senior Sister Li, what if you go? To put it bluntly, it's also a burden, and not to mention that Senior Brother Xiao's recent supernatural powers have become more and more exquisite, I heard that the elite disciples of the Imperial Soul Sect and the monks of the Shadow Demon Sect have killed several people, and they can't say that they are dealing with the enemy, and if you go, it will make Senior Brother Xiao shackled! The thin male cultivator smiled bitterly.

"Humph! I have now reached the peak of the twelfth layer of Qi refining, and I have also cultivated to the third layer of "Xuanshui Jue", and my strength has been greatly improved, I believe that I will no longer be a burden to Brother Xiao! The gorgeous woman said a little proudly.

"Then congratulations to the junior sister, but the junior sister still can't go, although the junior sister's cultivation and exercises have been greatly improved, but the strength is still very lacking compared to the elite disciples of the Imperial Soul Sect and the monks of the Shadow Demon Sect!" The thin male cultivator said with a real look, as if he would rather offend the gorgeous female cultivator in front of him than take risks.

"Huh? This spirit tea tastes so good, can I ask for another cup? Seeing that the thin male cultivator looked down on her at all, the gorgeous female cultivator suddenly became a little angry, and no longer cared about it, raised the teacup and took a sip of her lips, she seemed to think that the spiritual tea was very good, and drank it in one go, and then said to the thin male cultivator beside her.

"Two more cups of spiritual tea from the ancient head!" The thin male cultivator tilted his head and shouted into the thatched house, secretly muttering that the twenty spirit stones were about to be gone.

"The old rule, the second cup of spirit tea is ten lower grade spirit stones, do you still want to drink it?" From the thatched hut came the unusually skillful voice of the old head.

"Drink, old head, you can serve tea, your spirit stone is indispensable!" The thin and painful look of the flesh disappeared in a flash, pretending to be generous.

"Okay!" Inside, again, the old man's uninaudible words came from within.

"What kind of spiritual tea is this ancient tea, and why is it so mellow?" After the ancient head skillfully poured a cup of spiritual tea for each of them, the gorgeous nun asked seemingly casually.

"The ancient tea is called Biling Gong Tea, the tea is the morning dew of the place where the aura is strong, after slow fire and fine torment, the natural fragrance is sweet and mellow, and the aura is rich!" The old head is very confidently authentic.

"Oh! I see! The gorgeous nun nodded slightly, and then continued: "Is this tea pavilion opened by herself in ancient times?" ”

"It was opened by Gu Er alone!" The old man smiled.

"How about this ancient tea pavilion? Why don't you open it in Desert City, where there is no shop in front of the village and behind it, aren't you worried about the danger? The gorgeous nun continued, seemingly with some concern and curiosity.

"Business is okay, as for opening here, it was to take some spiritual dew water to make it more convenient, as for not going to the village before and not in the store, it's a little wrong, right, this spiritual tea pavilion in this store seems to be a shop, right? It's just a little smaller! Safety is even more worry-free, who can look at this old bone of the ancient child? The old head shook his flesh and said lightly.

"Does the ancient still collect the soul flags? A few friends asked me to sell it! The gorgeous female cultivator glanced at Xi Zhou, and then lowered her voice.

It's just that in her gaze, she really saw a thick-eyed monk with a tall nose and a somewhat fierce face slowly galloping towards this tea pavilion from the direction of the desert ridge.

"One shot of six hundred spirit stones!" The ancient head also glanced at the visitor, first for a while, and then got up as if nothing happened, and then directly transmitted the voice to the gorgeous female cultivator.

"This?" As soon as the ancient head finished speaking, he saw a storage bag suddenly appear in the hand of the gorgeous nun, and he was shocked after taking it and probing it with his divine sense.

"What's the problem?" The gorgeous nun was a little surprised.

"I didn't ...... No problem, is the fairy wrong to see this number? After the ancient head finished probing, he suddenly had an extra storage bag in his hand and handed it over.

After a brief investigation, the gorgeous female cultivator also looked at Gu Gu in great surprise, and then said, "Have you ever seen an outer disciple of the Xuanyue Sect named Xiao Yao here?" ”

At this time, the thin male cultivator's gaze also fell on the old man's face, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to see something profound from the old man's face.