The old man Zhaohua smiled, waved his sleeves, and the chessboard brush on the stone table disappeared, but a pot of hot tea, and two teacups appeared here out of thin air.

"This pot of tea is for you. ”

He rolled up his sleeves and personally poured tea for Zhuo Chuan and them, flattering the two.

"Taste it!" The old man Zhaohua stretched out his hand to invite, not at all the condescending figures of his predecessors, but treated Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze as guests and treated them as hospitable.

Naturally, the two of them would not refuse, the tea made by the ancient saint himself was not only of great significance to them, but also contained something that would be of great help to the cultivation of the two.

They politely picked up the teacup, the water temperature was just right, and the slightly rising water vapor carried a faint fragrance of tea, just smelling it made Zhuo Chuan feel relieved and full of energy.

The entrance of the tea, bitter with some sweetness, the fragrance of tea lingers in the mouth, turning into a dense aura, penetrating and nourishing his limbs along the flesh and blood, the feeling is self-evident.

After drinking a cup of tea, Zhuo Chuan felt as if every part of his body had been cleaned, his body was crystal clear, and many invisible impurities had melted under the action of this cup of spiritual tea.

Not only that, but he also felt that his cultivation mana had also become more refined, and the realm that he had just broken through had been consolidated, and he had gained a lot.

"Good ......"

Zhuo Chuan didn't know how to describe it, so he could only praise it to express his current feelings.

Su Ze on the side was different, he was well-informed, and as soon as the tea was in his mouth, he understood how amazing and precious this pot of tea made by the old man Zhaohua himself.

"Tea is a spiritual spring, and tea is a ...... Purocha!" His eyes widened in disbelief, thinking he was in a dream.

"A whole pot of tea, it's all Puluo tea!" Su Ze was surprised, and secretly sighed, the ancient saint was really different, and he was generous to the extreme, such a precious thing was directly given to the two little monks a pot.

When the old man Zhaohua saw Su Ze's appearance, a trace of interest also rose in his heart: "I didn't expect that you would know Puluo tea." ”

At the same time, Zhuo Chuan on the side was stunned when he heard it, he had never heard of Pu'er tea, he only knew that Pu'er tea was very good.

"There are three of the most famous teas in the world, the Puluo tea of Dongsheng Huangzhou, the enlightenment tea of Antarctic Emperor Continent, and the Tiangong tea of Xiye Sinzhou, which can be called a godsend, extremely precious, and of great help to the monks' cultivation. ”

Su Ze knew that Zhuo Chuan didn't know much, so he explained.

He didn't expect that the tea that the old man Zhaohua invited them to drink was actually one of them, which was very precious to the two of them.

"This pot of tea is only one tea leaf. The old man smiled slightly, Puluo tea is amazingly beneficial to Zhuo Chuan, but for him, it has no much effect, so he will not feel wasted.

Zhuo Chuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect this so-called tea to be so rare, no wonder after he drank it just now, the cultivation realm was gradually consolidated, and there was even some refinement on this basis.

"That's the effect of a piece of tea boiled tea, so if you can drink strong tea every day, wouldn't it be ......" Zhuo Chuan opened his mouth, his eyes fell on the teacup in his hand, his eyes rolled slowly, and some unrealistic thoughts arose in his heart.

Hearing his low murmur, the old man Zhaohua shook his head and admonished: "All spiritual things are auxiliaries, and one's own cultivation is the foundation, don't think about achieving it overnight, you can go further in a down-to-earth manner." ”

Zhuo Chuan hurriedly nodded and accepted the ordination, his heart awe-inspiring.

His previous thoughts were indeed too naïve, the monk's path was to walk steadily step by step, and blindly wishing to take shortcuts would harm himself.

This is just like his choice to jump over the stream, in a sense, it expresses his state of mind.

"I wonder what the seniors are looking for us?"

Su Ze and Zhuo Chuan are not stupid, the old man Zhaohua found them when the two of them first entered Wuling City, and then brought them to such a splendid place, if it is just the concern of the elders for the junior monks, it is absolutely impossible.

Puluo tea is a good tea, and since it was given to the two of them, it was natural that there was something they needed to complete.

The sky doesn't fall for nothing, they still know that.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you two for anything, I just see hope in you. The old man Zhaohua poured Puluo tea for the two of them again, and said leisurely.

He didn't have any of the majesty that the rumored ancient saints should have, and his words and deeds were like an ordinary ordinary old man, and he treated his juniors kindly and kindly.

This made Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze puzzled, it stands to reason that an ancient sage and sage who has lived for an unknown number of years, no matter how close he is to his juniors, it is impossible to do this, not to mention that they did not know him before, it is too unreasonable and logical.

Zhuo Chuan once suspected that this Zhaohua Ancient Saint was not the one who moved eastward to the valley, but had another origin.

However, the strength of the old man in front of him is still beyond the comprehension of the two of them, and they can't see through the depths, and the more they look at it, the more they feel that this is an ordinary person!

But judging from what the two of them saw and felt along the way, a fool would believe that the old man had no cultivation.

"Hope, what hope?" Zhuo Chuan frowned, what hope could the two of them little Tianzu Realm cultivators have for Gu Xian?

Do you think they have good talents and want to form a good relationship?

He immediately denied it in his heart, although he thought that his talent was still good, but in all fairness, this was unrealistic!

The old man Zhaohua looked at the two of them, his eyes were vicissitudes and deep, as if he was pregnant with a world, and it seemed to be filled with endless stories, and when he looked at his eyes like this, he seemed to be able to see colorful lives.

"I see in you the hope of breaking through this cage. ”

Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze looked inexplicable when they heard such an answer, their eyebrows were tightly locked, and they didn't know what the old man was referring to.

"What shackles?" they asked curiously.

"The shackles of this world, the shackles of the entire five states and three rivers, are also the prisoners of this military prison. ”

He stood beside the stone table, but it seemed to be standing on the side of the moat: "That is what you outsiders call the so-called small world of the secret realm!"

His voice was not loud, but when it fell on the ears of the two, it seemed to strike a bell and shook Lu, and the ground thundered, so that the two of them were so surprised that they couldn't speak.

Prison of Indulgence, Outsiders, Secret Realm!

The old man Zhaohua actually knew the origin of the two of them, and also called this place a prison, a shackle and a shackle.

Zhuo Chuan's hand holding the teacup froze, he never expected that they had just arrived in Dazezhou, and it had not been more than a day before they were known by someone and bluntly said that they were outsiders.

The two of them frowned suddenly, and the expressions on their faces couldn't be relaxed anymore, but they didn't expect to talk about this kind of thing just after drinking a cup of tea.

"The seniors know that we are from the outside world?"

Zhuo Chuan's expression was not very good-looking, they had asked when they were in the border fortress before, this place, at least the area they walked in had not seen other Turing County monks.

Outside the border pass is the vast desert, except for those alien races that are incompatible with the water and fire of the five states and three rivers, it is rare to have an outsider for thousands of years, and the last time it appeared was back to the dream of Yinfeng more than two thousand years ago.

"Senior, how did you conclude that we are outsiders, and not from other four states and three rivers?" Su Ze asked, wanting to know the reason.

Old Man Zhaohua smiled, and instead of answering, he asked, "Do you think that an ancient battle city guarding the border pass would let two monks of unknown origin enter so easily, and even send them to the land of Wuzhou and Sanchuan?"

When he said this, Zhuo Chuan and the others naturally understood and understood the reason.

In this way, it seems that at the border pass, it was Zhaohua's permission to let them enter the city, and sent the two to the land of Dazezhou through the large teleportation gate.

Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze had already put down their teacups and stood side by side, looking at the old man in front of them with serious expressions, as if they were facing a great enemy.

They couldn't help but be imprudent, if it was really as the old man Zhaohua said, the two of them were actually discovered as soon as they entered this secret place, and their whereabouts along the way were always controlled.

They didn't know each other's intentions and didn't dare to take it lightly, although this ancient saint didn't show any malice, but it didn't mean that the two of them would always be safe and sound.

"It doesn't have to be like this, I don't have any ill intentions, I just want to find hope in the two of you to break through this cage. He waved his hand to signal Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze to be calm.

"A few days ago, there were also outsiders who came to Wuzhou and Sanchuan, and they were all suppressed by those people, and ordinary people didn't know about it. ”

The old man Zhaohua revealed such a secret to them, and before them, there were monks outside the secret realm who had been discovered and found, but he did not reveal it to the other forces of Wuzhou and Sanchuan, except for the few people involved, many monks were still in the dark.

"Maybe for you, the five states and three rivers are secret realms and creations, but for us and others, this small world is a cage, trapping countless talented monks, no matter how cultivated they are, they are suppressed in this pond, and they can't jump out of the dragon gate in one lifetime. ”

The old man Zhaohua seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was accusing this sky, hating Tianyu for not being high enough, and resisted their raised heads.

"The five states and three rivers are all prisons, as they were in the past, and they may still be the same in the future. ”

He sighed, his hands behind his back, and his rickety figure showed melancholy.

Zhuo Chuan condensed, he guessed a lot from the mouth of the old man Zhaohua, and his heart fluctuated.

"Can't all the sages get out of it?"

He didn't know what the sage represented, but judging from the bits and pieces of cultivation path that Su Ze had revealed to him, this must be a realm that is difficult for monks in the world to reach, with earth-shaking abilities and revered by all races.

Zhuo Chuan now knows several realms of cultivation: Divine Blood, Heavenly Feet, Life Acupoints, Six Places, Five Palaces, Dragon Spine, Dao Arm, Tongshen, and Golden Body!

But even people at the level of the golden body dare not call them sages!

Hearing this, the old man shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said, "It's just a cage, where are so many sages, this is just an honorific title given by the people of the five states and three rivers." ”

Is a sage just an honorific title? Not a saint in the true sense of the word?

Su Ze raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this to be the case at all.

The ancient saint in the mouth of the monks of Wuzhou Sanchuan is just an honorific title, not a realm cultivation!

"In this way, the name of the Zhaohua Ancient Saint ......" Zhuo Chuan took a deep breath, and the eyes that looked at the old man in front of him changed unconsciously.

"The ancient saint of Zhaohua is still the ancient saint, but Zhaohua is not the same Zhaohua anymore. The old man sighed incessantly, and his wrinkled face had a complicated expression.

"Zhaohua is Zhaohua, and Zhaohua is an ancient saint, but there are other people. The old man's words were earth-shattering, like a calm lake suddenly falling 10,000 catties of boulders, which made Zhuo Chuan and the others stunned.

What is the situation of Zhaohua Ancient Sage not Zhaohua......

"The Zhaohua Ancient Saint of the Eastward Migration Valley is not your predecessor?"

"It's not!"

"Then who is he?" Zhuo Chuan couldn't help but ask, the two of them seemed to have come into contact with the great secretary of Wuzhou Sanchuan.

"I think you've heard his name...... "Old man Zhaohua had an old face, his skin wrinkled like an old bark, but he was full of energy, and there was no trace of dull death.

"The ancient saint of Zhaohua in the valley of the eastward migration is not Zhaohua, his common name is ...... Dream of Maple Singing!"