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With nothing to do now, Qiao Yang stepped forward and said hello to the white wolf, intending to see how it was recovering from its injuries.

And the white wolf also noticed that someone was approaching, opened one eye, glanced at it casually, moved a pair of towering ears, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate, full of lazy appearance.

"Qiao Yang?"

Just as Qiao Yang walked towards the white wolf, a call came from the door of the farmhouse.

He tilted his head slightly, only to see Shen Muxue supporting an old woman with silver hair, just pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the farmhouse and stepping out of the threshold.

Qiao Yang waved his hand: "I'll walk around at will, and I'll stop by to see how your injuries are." ”

Shen Muxue greeted a bright smiling face, and specially lifted the silk wide-sleeved palace dress on her arm, revealing half of her white and delicate skin like a lotus root.

"It's already much better, thank you. ”

Qiao Yang glanced at it and found that the red and swollen scratches that had been bitten by the waterhole toothfish had also subsided a lot at this moment, leaving only a thin layer of blood scabs.

However, it was only a minor injury, and I took a therapeutic potion, so it looks like I will probably be able to heal tomorrow.

"Where's your fragrant white wolf?" Qiao Yang asked again.

"It's fine, although the injury is relatively serious, but the recovery ability of the demon beast is much stronger than that of humans. I guess in a day or two, I'll be back to normal. ”

Shen Muxue set her eyes on the big white wolf who was lying on the ground resting, and there was a gentle look in her eyes that could not be dissolved like spring water.

Qiao Yang nodded, it was not much different from what he expected, he was still very confident in his preparation level and the potions he had made by himself.

"Young man, come in and sit in the house?" the old woman who was supported by Shen Muxue interjected enthusiastically.

Shen Muxue came back to her senses, her face suddenly felt ashamed, she scolded herself, patronized and chatted, and forgot all the basic hospitality etiquette.

The Yeting Palace faction has a long heritage, and it comes from the princes and nobles, and the most important thing is all kinds of etiquette.

The daily life of the organization retains the rules of the ancient court, and the subordinates have to bow when they see their superiors, and they kneel and bow when they see the palace master.

It may seem too feudal in the eyes of modern people, but each organization has its own beliefs and rules, and others have no right to beak.

"Well, come in and sit down for a while. Shen Muxue stroked her ears, blushed, and echoed the old woman's words.

Before Qiao Yang could speak, the old woman took a step forward enthusiastically, dragged his sleeve and dragged him into the house.

The old woman's surname is Sun, and she is the only centenarian in the village who is close to the end of her life.

Grandma Sun's wife is not as long-lived as her, she left very early, and her children and grandchildren have also settled down in Jincheng.

Her family had persuaded her more than once that moving into the city, what was good about this poor ravine.

But Grandma Sun didn't do it, she stubbornly wanted to stay in this land that gave birth to her, in her concept, the fallen leaves need to return to the roots, and at her age, the roots are in this mountain.

And over the years, with the help of the neighbors, Grandma Sun's life is not difficult, and her body is still quite tough, and over time, her family will go with her.

Qiao Yang reluctantly followed Granny Sun into the farmhouse.

Shen Muxue volunteered to brew tea first, which is said to be the unique palace spirit tea of the Yeting Palace.

This made Qiao Yang a little embarrassed, the space of the ordinary storage bag is limited, and he has experience in and out of the field, who is not desperately stuffing first aid supplies into it.

And Shen Muxue not only brought tea leaves, but even a set of fully equipped tea sets, which is more complicated than ordinary people imagine......

Is this the difference between the laity and the elegant......?

Maybe people are looking for poetry and distant ......?

Shaking his head, Qiao Yang threw these messy thoughts out of his mind and began to look at the furnishings in the house.

The display in the house is very simple, even a little empty, like Granny Chen's house, most of the furniture is wooden, but it is very neat and clean.

In a conspicuous position at the entrance is a small wooden table with fresh tributes and a withered yellow branch.

Not surprisingly, it is also an emperor-level material, with a slightly different shape from the branches in Granny Chen's house, but it is also lifeless, with energy escaping, almost mortal.

"This is a token of the mountain god. ”

Sensing Qiao Yang's gaze, Granny Sun staggered up, picked up a rag as she spoke, and carefully wiped the incense ash scattered on the table.

Qiao Yang nodded, and raised his eyes: "I have also seen this at Granny Chen's house, and she said that every household in Huangmai Village has it." ”

"It's true, this branch has existed since I was very young, and I don't know which generation passed it down. ”

Grandma Sun wiped off the ashes of the incense, lit the three pillars of incense, bowed to the dead branches with a reverent expression, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Hmm. Qiao Yang found a stool and sat down.

Ordinary materials can be retained for at least a few decades, ensuring the integrity of the energy contained in the material.

The immortal green vine branch is even more emperor-level material, and the energy escape is so serious, the years that I want to experience must not be too short, far beyond the age of this centenarian, which is very normal.

"It used to be cyan. Granny Sun's face showed a touch of nostalgia, and then she sighed silently: "It's just that it has begun to wither in recent years, and I don't know if Lord Mountain God has abandoned us." ”

Qiao Yang was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "It's still cyan in recent years?"

Grandma Sun nodded again and again: "Yes, it's exactly the same as the freshly picked branches outside, I've been watching it since I was a child." It's a pity that no one can inherit this thing that has been passed down from our ancestors. ”

Saying that, Grandma Sun laughed at herself, and continued: "Children and grandchildren don't believe in this, they say that they are superstitions. ”

"But I think it's true, I've seen it with my own eyes when I was a kid!"

"What year is it, do you remember?" Qiao Yang then asked, showing great interest in the mountain god of Huangmai Village.

"I forgot a little about ......" Granny Sun also came over and sat down, showing a contemplative look.

Shen Muxue happened to be ready, holding a plate of exquisite tea sets, and walked out of the kitchen at the right time.

Tea is a teaspoon, tea leaks tea lotus, tea beats tea warehouse......

All kinds of professional utensils that you know or can't name are neatly laid in the tray.

Several small and cute tea bowls were placed on the table by her in turn, carrying a purple sand teapot filled with boiling water, and pouring the tea into the bowl in turn.

Qiao Yang was just about to reach out to take the bowl, when he saw Shen Muxue wave his small hand and quickly pour out the tea.

Qiao Yang: "......"

Shen Muxue couldn't help but laugh and explained: "This is a tea washing pot, and the first cup can't be drunk." ”

Then brewed for a while, sealed the pot and divided the cups, poured the tea seven points full, smiled and pushed the bowl to Qiao Yang and Grandma Sun, and motioned for the two to taste.

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