Since Daoyou is here, why don't you go to my Xueying Palace for a cup of tea?" Yang Chan smiled indifferently, her face radiant and as warm and soft as a white lotus in full bloom.

Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, and opened his mouth to say something, but Yang Chan smiled again, "I am the only one in the Xueying Palace and my personal maid Lingzhi, who has always been lonely and lonely, I don't know if I am willing to appreciate my face and go to the Xueying Palace to discuss it?" ”

"This ......"

Seeing that Yang Chan was sincerely inviting herself, Yang Xuan had to purse her lips, swallowed the words that had come to her mouth, arched her hand towards Yang Chan, and said, "Our Lady invites you, and it is an honor to be poor." Since I should visit it, the Niangniang Dojo is in full swing. ”

"Come with me."

Seeing that Yang Xuan agreed, Yang Chan lowered her head slightly, her body moved, and she turned into a white light and disappeared from the spot.

Yang Xuan walked out of the Temple of Our Lady, looked at the top of the churning mountain in the sea of clouds, and also turned into a white light and disappeared between heaven and earth......

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The flowers and trees are stacked on top of each other, and the flowers are piled up, just like Fu Fan Liudan, and the sweet and mellow aroma is really intoxicating.

In the exquisite pavilion, two white figures sit opposite each other, burning incense and making tea, drinking and chatting slowly.

Plain hands, gently untie the jade cup, twist a pinch of jasper-like tea tips on the silver-white tweezers, sprinkle in the purple clay pot, pinch the handle of the right thumb and middle finger and shake it slowly, a fragrance comes to the nose. Yang Xuan looked at the flowing movements, the holiness in the elegance could not be concealed no matter what, in the sun, it was as white and flawless as a flowing cloud, which made people yearn for it.

Yang Xuan retracted his gaze and glanced at the peach grove around him with an oblique light, but saw that the peach blossoms were blooming just right, as if they had never withered, just like that person, curling and graceful, so beautiful that it was not like the color of the world.

"Niangniang's dojo is really beautiful." Yang Xuan praised sincerely.

"Daoyou has won the award," At this moment, Yang Chan handed over a cup of tea and placed it in front of Yang Xuan, her eyes were soft, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "Daoyou, please use tea." ”

"Thank you"

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded, picked up the purple sand teacup to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently, and the refreshing tea fragrance was exuded in wisps, from the tip of his nose to his heart, all of which were entwined into it. I took a sip, only to feel that my whole body was relaxed, my heart was happy, and my lips and teeth were fragrant.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of these three virgins in making tea is really good.

The tea is good, the craftsmanship of making tea is good, and the people are also very good.

Once upon a time, Yang Xuan never thought that he would sit and drink tea with such a mythical character.

The faint fragrance of tea wafted in the air and emitted a shallow vapor, Yang Xuan looked at the light-colored tea in the cup, and a little emotion welled up in his heart.

"I didn't expect that the unintentional move back then actually made this tea come out in advance."

When Yang Xuan first arrived in the flood famine, the world was still in the Warring States era. At this time, the tea art in the world is still relatively primitive and backward, and the tea boiling method is still used, the raw leaves are directly boiled in water, and other condiments are added when boiling tea.

Yang Xuan, who was used to drinking clear tea in his previous life, was not used to this taste at all, so he would collect fried tea leaves when he traveled to other worlds.

When Ying Zheng talked to Yang Xuan back then, he inadvertently drank the tea that Yang Xuan brought back from Xianyang. After returning to Xianyang, Yingzheng has always been obsessed with the refreshing fragrance of tea, so he sent someone to ask Yang Xuan for tea.

Yang Xuan simply wrote down a complete set of roasting tea techniques and tea brewing methods recorded in the Fengyun World on a blank piece of paper and gave it to Ying Zheng.

Unexpectedly, his unintentional actions back then promoted the progress of tea art in the world.

No, when I traveled in the territory of the Han Dynasty, I found that the tea brewing method left behind was popular in Kyushu, and was favored by those literati who pursued an elegant life.

Merely...... Why is there no merit from heaven?

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Yang Xuan smiled and admired, "Niangniang's tea art is really amazing." ”

"It's over, it's good if you like it." Yang Chan smiled slightly and said modestly.

Then the two didn't say a word, just quietly sipping tea.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossom petals swayed and floated down, some went away with the wind, some fell on the grass, and some spread on the table.

Yang Chan blinked. With a flick of the green jade fingers, the flowers on the table scattered one after another.

Putting down the teacup in her hand, Yang Chan looked at the delicate and dusty Taoist in front of her, and said with a leisurely expression, "I have heard that Xiniu Hezhou, not greedy or killed, nourishing qi and latent spirits, although there is no supreme truth, everyone lives long." Daoyou came from Xiniu Hezhou, I don't know what kind of scene is that Xiniu Hezhou? ”

"Niangniang has never been to Xiniu Hezhou?" Yang Xuan was slightly stunned and felt a little surprised.

"I've never been." Yang Chan shook her head and replied truthfully.

"Haven't been?"

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan also felt that it was reasonable. In terms of age, although Yang Chan has lived in heaven and earth for thousands of years, she also belongs to the younger category among the countless immortals in the earth immortal world.

Xiniu Hezhou is far from Zhanzhou in the south, and she herself is the mountain god of Xiyue Huashan, although she is at ease, she also has to deal with many affairs in the jurisdiction on weekdays, and she can't leave at will to travel to the world.

Among the four continents, Dongsheng Shenzhou is favored by heaven and earth, the land is rich, and there are many masters, and there are more Taoist Sanqing to establish a dojo, and the foundation is the best. There is not much congenital gap between the remaining three continents, only the West Niu He Continent, because of the many plans of the two sages in the West, can obtain the acquired momentum, although it is still not as good as the East Sheng Divine Continent, but it has exceeded the South Gift Continent and the North Giant Luzhou.

Yang Xuan saw that Yang Chan seemed to be interested in Xiniu Hezhou, so he began to tell what he had seen and heard in Xiniu Hezhou.

"The Xiliang Women's Country in Xiniu Hezhou, also known as the Daughter Country. There are no men there, and reproduction depends on the waters of the Mother and Son River. ”

"Poor Dao once passed by a merman village in Xihai, where the merman had a head and a fish tail, was beautiful and good at singing, weaving water for silk, and falling into tears."

"In the Hukou Cave of Leopard Head Mountain in the north of Yuhua Prefecture in Tianzhu Kingdom, there is a yellow lion spirit, who is kind by nature, and has always been kind to people, and it is said that it is also a well-known crop in Yuhua Prefecture."

……

Yang Chan listened quietly, occasionally taking a sip of tea, always with a faint smile on her face.

After saying so much in one breath, Yang Xuan also felt that enough was enough, so he picked up the teacup and drank a few sips.

"One hundred and eighty years ago, I saw the golden light of merit descending from heaven in the west," Yang Chan's eyes flowed, and she said leisurely, "Later, I heard that it was a monk who made paper and benefited all people, so he had merit to come to the world." ”

"Huh?"

Yang Xuan, who was drinking tea, was stunned, but after thinking about it, he was making paper in a small village outside Xianyang City, Huashan was not far from Xianyang, and the movement of heavenly merit that day was not small, and Yang Chan, who was the mountain god of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue, could naturally sense it.

"Do you know who that person is?"

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