The ancient road was full of wind and snow, and these foggy white snowflakes did not come down from the sky, but were swept up by the wind. Blown by the wind, the snowflakes swirled in mid-air, dancing aimlessly. Due to the obstruction of these winds and snow, the road in front of the ancient road became hazy, and only a few dozen meters away could be seen, and the scenery in the distance was all submerged in the vastness.

Zhao Zhenggu went on the road alone, only accompanied by a pot of wine and a sword. The sound of horses' hooves under his crotch left a long series of horseshoe prints on the ancient road. It won't be long before the horseshoe prints will be covered by the wind and snow, and there will be no trace of them.

The snow in front of him reminded him of the battle with the Thousand Faces last year, which was so dangerous that he almost lost his life, but in the end, there was no danger, and there was nothing missing.

I don't know what happened to my sister, who was fighting side by side with him at the time.

Shen Luoxia's shadow flashed in his mind, which was not only beautiful, but also warmed him. It is good that people can have some concern in their hearts, but if they do not have concern, they will become empty and lonely.

At this time, he was walking on the road to the south, and had just left Lianghe County for a few days. Before leaving, he parted ways with Xuan Xuan and Xu Hong, and continued southward by himself, while Xuan Xuan and Xu Hong went east, to the Hengshan faction, a famous mountain and ancient temple.

Taking advantage of his stay in Lianghe County, he purchased a wood carving work of Lu Gong from elsewhere, called Tiger Roaring Hill, which carved a majestic tiger. Judging from the materials and carving, this work is far inferior to Qionglou Muyu, but it can only make do.

He had thought of stealing or snatching Qionglou Muyu from Mo Yunzi many times, and he had thought of a few good ghost ideas, but they were hindered by the high risk. Still did not risk to implement it. For a piece of wood carving. It's really not worth it.

The reason why he took great pains to buy wood carvings. It is because this is the key to seizing the Zichu Sword, or it is a starting point.

The advent of Zi Chujian is very tortuous, and it is even more difficult to get it, even if he knows the specific process, he can't guarantee that he can get it 100%. The difficulty of capturing the Zichu Sword is far greater than capturing the Nine Veins and Six Yuan Sutras. It takes only one person to seize the latter, while it takes a lot of people to capture the former, and each of them is more difficult to deal with.

Capturing Zichu's sword is equivalent to jumping into a colosseum and fighting a group of hungry tigers for food. If you are not careful, not only will you not gain anything, but you will put yourself in it.

In this process, the first step is to obtain a fine wood carving, and the second step is to obtain a bottle of Jiuzhuo Spring Wine from Gujing Town, which seems to be incompatible at present, but when the time comes, it will naturally come in handy.

The strange stone gate that produces exquisite stones, the town of Gujing, which is rich in fine wine, and the craftsmen who are good at making hidden weapons...... All of these places are on the same route, and you can reach them one by one by continuing south.

A wisp of cooking smoke rose from the foggy flatland, where firewood was lit. The firelight stood out in the snowflakes, and the smoke rose to the sky. Getting fainter and fainter.

Zhao Zheng noticed this firelight, slowed down, first looked at the dim sun hidden behind the clouds in the sky, and then touched his collapsed stomach, and found that it was noon.

Now is the time to eat, there must be a fire in front of the fire to cook, otherwise no one would have made a fire in broad daylight.

Most people who are on the road will choose to eat dry food at noon, and only a few picky people will light a fire to cook on the road. Such people are either gluttonous foodies or wealthy people from well-to-do families.

Zhao Zheng didn't care too much about the person who made the fire, and continued to ride his horse forward, intending to find a leeward place to eat something. Walking close to the firelight, he glanced at the group of people, intentionally or unintentionally.

The group was small, only four people, all dressed as servants, two men and two women. The owner of the procession was not in the crowd, perhaps left in the carriage. They had two carriages, both of which were across the road at this time, and the carriages were used to block the wind and snow.

The four servants were busy around the fire, setting up a large copper kettle on the fire and setting up a table and tea utensils beside it.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and the spout of the pot was spewing hot white gas, accompanied by a sharp buzz.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the table a few times, and found that there was no food on the table, but a cylindrical brocade box, not knowing what it contained. It seems that this group of people boiled water not for cooking, but for something else. Curious, he tugged on the reins and slowed down to see what medicine was being sold in the gourds of the group.

A male servant picked up the large kettle and poured hot water into a much smaller white porcelain teapot, opening the lid and letting it steam. Under the cold wind, the temperature of the water in the teapot gradually decreased. Several servants seemed to need lukewarm water, not boiling water, and waited silently for the water to cool down.

The servants had long noticed Zhao Zheng, who was not leaving, and the two male servants did not want to cause more trouble, so they ignored Zhao Zheng, only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old female servant had a simple exchange with Zhao Zheng.

The maid did not speak, but only made two gestures, one gesturing to the carriage and the other to the road ahead.

Zhao Zheng thought about it for a while, and probably figured out what the maid meant. The maid was urging him to leave quickly, and not to linger, lest he displease her master. It is estimated that the owner of her house does not like to be disturbed. He smiled, nodded at the maid, and rode away from the group.

The water cooled down a bit, and the maid who had been gesturing with Zhao Zheng lifted the white porcelain teapot and poured a little into a teacup, then put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, and put the teacup on the skin, feeling the water temperature. She felt it for a moment, nodded, and poured the water on the ground, the hot water melting a small patch of snow.

Another servant grabbed the long brocade box and twisted it open, revealing that it contained many long strips of Longjing tea. As soon as the lid was opened, a smell of tea came out, and the fragrance was fragrant. The servant poured a moderate amount of tea into the teacup and stepped aside.

The maid from earlier poured water into the teacup again, first filling it by a third, then slowing it down, carefully controlling the flow of water, so that the hot water poured over the walls of the cup, and slowly poured it around the cup. This brewing method can maximize the tea aroma and charm of Longjing tea.

As the hot water continued to pour into the cup, some snowflakes also drifted into the cup and melted into the tea.

The maid made the tea, placed the teacup on the plate, and carried it to the carriage steadily. She greeted the owner of the car and said that she would like to have tea. The curtain of the carriage opened, and a man's palm reached out, grabbed the teacup, and took a sip.

"What's going on with the tea in the past two days, the taste is always not quite right." The man in the carriage was displeased and spilled hot tea out of the window. The tea fell on the maid, and part of it burned the back of her hand. The maid screamed, shook her hands again and again, and wiped off the tea with her thick clothes, but she was still burned and hurt.

"Young master, the slave maid has been making tea according to your previous instructions in the past few days, and there is no problem with either the water temperature or the technique." The maid explained bitterly.

"So you mean there's something wrong with my tongue?"

"Slaves don't dare."

"Hmph, if there is no problem, how can the tea taste wrong? It must be that you are careless and don't see the problem. The man in the carriage pushed the door open and walked out in high spirits. I saw that his expression was cold, and he was hanging a dark cyan sword with no decoration on his back, which turned out to be Mo Yunzi who participated in the auction a few days ago and bought Qionglou Muyu at a low price!

Zhao Zheng didn't go far, and clearly heard Mo Yunzi's voice. Suspicious, he grabbed the reins and looked back.

Mo Yunzi walked to the table with a cold face, first checked the water temperature, and then made a cup of tea himself and tasted it. Fearing punishment, the four servants watched with trepidation as Mo Yunzi put the tea into his mouth.

"Huh? Why do I still have some problems making tea myself, could it be that the problem lies in the tea leaves? No, those tea leaves were fine a few days ago, how could there be a sudden problem. Mo Yunzi frowned, shaking the teacup and looking for the problem. The cold wind wrapped the snowflakes and fell on the tea from time to time. When he saw the snowflakes, he suddenly realized, "I understand, it must be the snowflakes that fell into the tea and affected the taste of the tea." ”

The four servants looked at each other in amazement, who would have thought that a few snowflakes could also interfere with the taste of tea? Besides, ordinary people's tongues would never be so tricky, and they would not let go of such subtle differences.

"The next time I make tea, change it in the carriage, so that the tea will not fall into the snowflakes and stain the tea." Mo Yunzi slammed the teacup on the table, brushed his sleeves and walked to the carriage, "I'm not in the mood to taste tea again today, you pack up your things, and we'll set off." ”

"Yes." The servants agreed in unison, and got busy again, two of them were responsible for cleaning up the table, and two were responsible for putting out the fire with the snow on the side of the road.

The maid's injuries from the hot water became more and more obvious, first red and swollen, and then blistered. The maid cried out in pain, but she didn't dare to make too much noise, and silently wiped away her tears. The other three servants were afraid of offending Mo Yunzi and did not dare to comfort the maid, so they continued to do their work as if they had not seen anything.

Zhao Zheng was deaf and clear-sighted, listened to everything in his ears, saw it in his eyes, and was very dissatisfied with Mo Yunzi's approach.

It's okay to drink tea on the road.

Call the servants, too.

But it would be too bad not to treat people as human beings and pour hot water on servants. What's more, the maid was still a young girl, and the burn was likely to leave her with a scar that would last a lifetime.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the carriage deeply, and said secretly in his heart: "Stinky boy, even a little girl is bullied, see how I clean you up." ”

He withdrew his gaze, pulled the reins, and galloped forward. He can't go head-to-head with Mo Yunzi, he can only choose to outwit. Of the few ideas he had come up with before, there was exactly one that was suitable for this path. He didn't want to take that risk before, but now he has changed his mind. (To be continued.) )