The autumn trade is over, and Ye Sanye doesn't have to travel far.

Xiao Nan saw him easily.

"Xiao Nan, how do you have time to come to me. The alchemy genius of the Wood Fire Twin Spirit Roots, Tianjiao, who ranks seventh on the Nebula Outer List, Allure and Wen'er often mention you. ”

Ye Sanye didn't wait for him to speak, his eyes lit up, and he took the lead in speaking.

"Am I that famous?"

Xiao Nan couldn't help but touch his face.

Ye Sanye can be regarded as a big man in the Nanli tribe, and he knows a lot about a little shrimp like himself.

"Third master, Xiao Nan took the liberty to come to visit, in fact, he had something to ask for!" he saluted respectfully and treated him with the courtesy of an elder.

Listening to Uncle Tie's tone, Ye Sanye seems to have a good relationship with his father, otherwise he would not have been given a thousand days of red.

"Virtuous nephew, please sit down and serve tea!"

Ye Sanye is gentle and elegant, very approachable.

He raised his voice and asked the man at the door to make tea, not showing any disdain for him because he was a child.

An old man with half-white hair and a rickety body entered the house to refill the tea.

He is very particular, using a purple clay pot to scrape the circle counterclockwise, and evenly pour it into the teacup for seven minutes.

The cup is the color of red jade, the tea leaves are slightly green, the fragrance is full of the house, and the color, fragrance and taste are complete.

"He deserves to be a good tea person!"

Xiao Nan secretly admired.

Although he didn't understand tea, he was itchy to see it and eager to taste it.

But out of courtesy, he can't be in a hurry.

Before long, he gently slipped the rim of the red jade cup.

A warm breath in the mouth, some bitter, some sweet, turned into a clear stream and surged all over the body.

The eight veins of the strange meridians, the five internal organs, as if they have been washed, are indescribably comfortable.

The whole person seemed to be quiet, and the eagerness and restlessness caused by the rapid progress of cultivation and too many killing battles were swept away.

This sip of tea is better than the practice of meditating for a month.

"Good tea!"

He admired it from the bottom of his heart, closed his eyes and savored it, the fragrance was still in his mouth, and he circled his tongue three times.

"This tea is called Ningshan Maojian, which I picked on an unknown hill in Nanzhen County, Tai'an State, and I only got ten catties in total. ”

Ye Sanye took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

"The third master knows I'm coming?"

Xiao Nan was stunned, listening to his tone, it seemed that this tea was a treasure.

"You are the seventeenth person to come here and ask for a thousand days. Ye Sanye touched his triangular beard and smiled, "However, only you can drink such good tea." ”

The seventeenth?

Where did he not understand, the wrought iron workshop was probably already monitored by Ye Sanye!

Uncle Tie and Ye Sanye are full of routines!

"Why is that?"

Xiao Nan pondered for a moment and asked about the tea.

"Because your father Xiao Jiu is my friend of the third master. Ye Sanye looked into the distance and sighed twice, "It's a pity, it's a pity ......"

He didn't say anything about it, but Xiao Nan understood, and secretly thought in his heart: "However, although the masters of the battle of Nanyan were killed...... But my father may not have been killed. ”

"Third master, do you know why my father disappeared?"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and he was probably the only one who could find out the truth.

"I heard that he had obtained a powerful treasure and was coveted by others. Ye Sanye shook his head slightly, "As for the specific situation, I don't have any more news." ”

"Third master, can you tell me more about my father?"

Xiao Nan met someone who was very familiar with Xiao Jiu for the first time, and couldn't help but ask more about his past. March Chinese

"Speaking of which, Xiao Jiu is the ...... that I brought back to the Nanli tribe from the Third Master," Ye Sanye had a look of reminiscence on his face,

"Ten years ago, I led a caravan on my way back from Tai'an, and when I passed through a mountain forest, I was besieged by monsters and many brothers died. ”

"The blood of the demon beast and the blood of the brothers flowed together, staining half of the mountain forest red. We almost couldn't come back, but we met him. ”

Ye Sanye's eyes were far away, hiding a lot of emotion,

"That was the first time I saw him. Drunken man Xiao Jiu, one person and one sword, killing and repelling the demons, how happy!"

"Hehe, the third master, my half life was actually saved by your father. If there was no drunken Xiao Jiu, where would the current Ye caravan come from!"

He took a sip of tea, bitter and sweet.

"Later, I learned that on the way to Nanli, he was separated from the Purple Sword King. ”

"Wait a minute, Third Master, what are you talking about...... Purple Sword King Barbarian?" Xiao Nan suddenly felt that something was wrong, he had never heard of this paragraph.

Even his father and mother never mentioned being friendly with Wang Man.

"It's the Purple Sword King Man, who met your father before us. ”

Ye Sanye's eyebrows twitched, as if he didn't understand his doubts, "After your father Xiao Jiu settled in Nanli, he didn't have many friends, and there were only me, Wang Man, and Uncle Lao Tie. ”

In this way, his father kept a low profile and did not seem to have the possibility of resentment with others.

Although the Wang family is hateful, it is not certain that it is directly related to the disappearance of his father.

I don't know what kind of treasure my father obtained, how did the news leak out, and what kind of secret is behind it?

"Third master, is Uncle Tie very old?"

Xiao Nan suddenly frowned and asked.

"Hahaha! Of course! He's very old!"

Ye Sanye picked up the tea, couldn't help but his beard and laughed, "Third Master, when I was as old as you, the name of the old iron uncle in the forging iron workshop had already spread all over the Nanli tribe!"

"When I'm my age?" Xiao Nan was stunned.

Ye Sanye is not young now, about sixty years old, but because of his cultivation, he still looks like a young man.

Extrapolating like this, isn't Uncle Tie more than 100 years old?

If Ye Sanye belongs to an old woman, then inferring from the age of Tie Zhu, wouldn't Uncle Tie be ......

Sure enough, old age is stronger!

Practicing this thing is very magical.

Human beings have conquered the heavens and the earth to create and perfect themselves, and they will have a life limit of one hundred and fifty if they break through the realm of quenching the body.

If you go one step further and reach the realm of Gu refining, you will have two hundred lifespans.

Therefore, Ye Sanye not only looks like a young man, but is really in the heyday of the human body.

It's just that with his age, he is still trapped in the Gu refining realm, and if he wants to go further, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky.

"I often hear that the third master of the Ye family has three good things in his life, tea, wine, and antiques. Tea is still like this, but it's wine!"

Xiao Nan closed his eyes and experienced the wonder of tea entering his body and washing his soul, and couldn't help but admire.

"There are many good wines in the world, but there are very few that can reach the thousand-day red, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Ye Sanye sighed if he resonated.

Those who know the piano know the sound, and those who understand the horse are psychic.

He glanced at Xiao Nan who was sitting upright, his small figure was as quiet as water, as stable as a mountain, and he had a bit of the charm of a drunken man Xiao wine.

Ye Sanye clapped his hands, and the rickety old servant stepped forward with a jar of wine.

The mud-sealed linen cloth has not yet been opened, but there is a strong aroma of wine.

"Thousand days red!" Xiao Nan's nose twitched, this smell couldn't be more familiar, "Third master, what does this mean?"

"Hehe, third master, I see that you are very fateful, so I will give you this jar of wine!

Ye Sanye stroked his beard and smiled, walked to the table, and stroked the seal cloth at the mouth of the altar, as if he was stroking his lover's hair.

Cellared for many years, I can't bear to open it.

Even though he was reluctant in his eyes, he made a neat decision and gave it to Xiao Nan.

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