Nine Realms Calendar, Kuihai Era, 237 years, June 13, cloudy, no rain.

In the eastern part of the Eastern Domain of the Xuan Realm, in Donghai City, most of the "ordinary people" below the Holy Terrace Realm in the city woke up from their dreams one after another, most of them had back pain, big dark circles under their eyes, and they looked like they hadn't slept well.

Last night, outside the city, it seemed to be particularly noisy, even in a dream, you can hear bursts of shouts and killings, many people woke up from the dream, went out of the door to check the neighborhood, but found that everything around was silent.

And when they returned to bed and lay down and just fell asleep, there were endless noises one after another, which kept them awake at night, and in the morning their heads were dizzy and their wills were low, and they scolded them for being bears and children in every house, and they were only messing around at night.

Natural dwelling, the night sun woke up at the end of the day, the consciousness was chaotic, the brain was heavy, the tearing pain came from the mind, and it was almost impossible to think, and I groped along the road against the wall, rolling and walking, only to touch the bath on the ground floor.

The cold spring water seeped into the skin, stimulating the sensitive nerves of the body, soothing the irritable breath in the head, and after soaking for almost half an hour, Yeyang felt much better, and let out a long breath of turbidity.

He climbed into the bath with his hands and feet, the demon yuan shocked, dried the water on the surface of his body, climbed to the secret room on the fourth floor step by step, reluctantly closed the door of the secret room, forced himself to sit cross-legged, took out a pill and swallowed it, and silently breathed to recover.

Just took out a soul-nourishing pill and used a little insignificant mental power, which made the Lingtai once again emit a sharp pain of tearing, and the pain in his mind made him grin his teeth, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until the pill took effect in his body, and the cool medicinal power went up the meridians, slowly relieving his intense pain, that his face gradually slowed down, and he moaned comfortably, and his voice continued to echo in the secret room.

Last night, he saw that the other party was not easy to mess with, and he didn't want to continue to entangle, but the man insisted on taking his life and dragging him until the oil ran out.

At the same time, in the secret room in the attic opposite, Ling Xue was also sitting cross-legged to recover, although her face had been calm, her forehead twitching from time to time showed that she was suffering greatly from time to time.

In terms of attainments here, she and Yeyang are only half a catty, and Yeyang is still like this, how good can she be? But she never said anything, and after the dream battle, she came to the secret room to recuperate.

And beside her, there was a masked old woman, the old woman looked at her quietly, her eyes fluctuated a little, and when she saw that she had recovered a lot, she spoke in her ear, and her voice was hoarse: "There are so many accidents in the world?"

What she meant was: In one era, there were two people at the same time who mastered such secret techniques, and it was even more coincidental that the two lived in an inn, and both used this secret technique to assassinate the same person and meet.

"It's not an accident, I should be able to guess his true identity. Ling Xue opened her eyes, her black and white eyes rolling, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Who is he?" the old woman couldn't hold back her curiosity.

Ling Xue shook her head, didn't speak, closed her eyes again, and continued to sit cross-legged to recover.

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At the beginning of the morning, with the help of the King-level Soul Nourishing Pill, Yeyang recovered almost completely, he didn't dare to take the Quenching Pill, the effect of the Quenching Pill is to accelerate the splitting and fusion of the mind, intensify the consumption, and then continuously generate new power.

According to the little thought he has left now, if he takes the Quenching Pill to accelerate consumption, he will die of mental exhaustion on the spot, and he will be able to kill himself, and it will not be easy to get rid of the state of involuntarily, so that he will not kill himself.

The night sun pushed open the door of the secret room and came out, the surrounding environment was still hazy, the mist that had not yet dissipated between the bamboo forests, the midsummer had passed, and the early autumn was about to be ushered in, and the time of sunrise in the morning was getting later and later.

On the distant horizon at the end of the line of sight, the faint light of dawn could be faintly seen, and the night sun in a much better state ascended to the rooftop on the fifth floor in the faint light, his steps were brisk, and he was in a good mood to solve Sima Lingfeng's troubles.

I haven't seen it for more than ten days, the flame sun grass is still charming, the heat wave around is rolling, and the fiery red light emitted by the plants illuminates the empty fifth floor, and in the scorching heat, there is a faint breath of life sprouting.

Feeling the immature life, Yeyang's mood was suddenly excited, and there was an irrepressible excitement in his heart, he tried to open his eyes wide, endured the hot and stinging pain in his eyes, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down, falling to the floor and making a ticking sound.

He saw that at the top of the red plant of the Flame Sun Grass, there was a pale red primordial germ, which was absorbing the essence of the yang fire, cultivating the little life in it, the germ was only the size of a little finger, and the rich vitality exuded from it made him move.

Stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of tears in his eyes, Yeyang rubbed his hot eyes, the rules of life and the rules of Aoki flowed, and he felt a lot better, and used the demon yuan to build a blue and white barrier, and then approached the Flame Sun Grass.

Soil loosening, irrigation, fertilization...... In an orderly manner, when he finished doing this and left the rooftop, the outside world had quickly cleared up, the distant and near scenes had changed from blurry to clear, and the night sun had returned to the bottom bath.

He took a serious bath, changed into a neat blue and white robe, dried his black hair like a waterfall, and scattered it on his shoulders at will, his facial features were delicate and delicate, his face was handsome and bewitching, and he was already the best in the world without any whitewash.

Yeyang walked to the living room on the second floor and picked up the teapot, and then went to the bottom floor to receive a pot of clear spring, and the flame in the palm of his hand rose regularly, turning into a raging flame, evenly distributed at the bottom of the teapot, and heated the teapot without hurry.

From the bubbles at the bottom of the pot, the white smoke curling, to the crackling of boiling water, beeping and splashing, it only took a short time, Yeyang originally took out Youning tea, thought about it, put it back again, and took out Yunwu tea.

In the small tea barrel made of green bamboo, there was only a shallow layer of cloud tea left, he twisted a small handful, carefully sprinkled on the boiling water, not even one was wasted, and the fragrant tea fragrance soon spread in the living room.

Yeyang came to the viewing platform outside the living room, sat down cross-legged on a mat, put the teapot on the coffee table, leaned on the coffee table, took out a jade cup, poured a cup and opened it, and tasted it carefully.

On the horizon in the distance, the morning sun slowly climbed out, wisps of purple gas, wandering between heaven and earth, purple gas is one of the innate breaths, with great benefits, but unfortunately it cannot be stored, and there is not much left in the world now.

Innate purple qi is a rare superlative, it can be used to refine medicine, can be used to refine soldiers, can be used to cultivate secret methods, and can also assist in improving physical fitness.

In other words, Yeyang is also one of them, but today, he is so preoccupied that he doesn't want to do anything, just quietly watching the sunrise, sipping a little tea, and his eyes move to the attic opposite from time to time, with thoughts in his eyes.

"The Nine Songs of Tianxing, Hua Xu Yin, the Song of Dreams, the Song of the Holy Spirit, the Source of the Nine Songs, the Holy Land of Beihai is not an oath that if there is no Song of the Holy Spirit, it will be absolutely impossible to practice the songs behind it, what is going on?"

"Could it be that after that person left Beihai, he left a legacy in other places, or He Fanyin leaked the Holy Spirit Song in front of him, or did he really let me meet an amazing genius and comprehend Hua Xu Yin on my own?"

"However, then again, the origin of Hua Xu is still a mystery, what happened during that time?" Yeyang silently took a sip of tea, the rich bitterness made him frown slightly.

At the same time, the taste is uncomfortable, but also a little secretly enjoyable, very obsessed with this taste, according to the description of the tea scripture, brewing the best tea, should not use boiling water, waiting for the boiling water to cool down slightly, is the best time to make tea.

Secondly, it is best not to open the head, because the first tea has many impurities, strong bitterness, light tea fragrance, heavy toxins, and the physique of ordinary people drinks too much, which may cause blood and blood stasis and even induce various diseases.

However, Yeyang feels that as long as the tea is good enough and the body is hard enough, everything else is empty, and the problem is not the tea, but the person itself, only people who don't know how to enjoy it, where is there bad tea.

He is accustomed to boiling water and putting tea, because he likes to drink hot tea, if the water cools down and then put it, wait until the tea is brewed, when it is drunk, the tea has become warm, lack of interest, and put tea when boiling water, the tea is also hot after drinking.

He prefers to drink the first open, rich bitterness, accompanied by piping hot tea, exploding along the throat, stimulating the taste buds, esophagus, viscera, stomach, that addictive feeling, he can't stop.

"Is the bitterness of the tea good, or is the fragrance of the tea better?" Yeyang smiled, thinking of this interesting question, thinking of the equally interesting He Fanyin, when they first met, the two of them were still hostile.

An earth demon prince, a god and demon prince, watching the fierce battle between the masters of the two clans, he sat on the boat, watching him boiling tea, and discussing this issue, the taste of that cup of bitter tea, he still remembers it vividly.

The entrance is full of bitterness, but it can go hand in hand with bitterness, and there is a refreshing sweetness, like dew in the morning, like nectar in early spring, what did he say at that time, Yeyang thought about it carefully and remembered.

"Tea is indeed good tea, but unfortunately this rich bitterness suppresses most of the aroma, putting the cart before the horse, which is not too good. ”

What did the other party say: "Although bitterness suppresses most of the sweetness, but without bitter cooperation, there will be no sweet surprises, this tea will only be sweet and greasy, and it will be tasteless!"

Yeyang was suddenly stunned, staring at the teacup without speaking, at that time, he liked the sweetness of tea, but later, how could he fall in love with the bitterness of tea?

In my vague memory, there seems to be a person with whom he also had such a debate, he was quite fond of bitter tea, and that person liked sweet tea, so they insisted on their own words and argued for their own preferences.

It was also at that time that he fell in love with the bitter taste of tea, Yeyang stopped drinking, and the mist in the cup gathered, lingering above the teacup, turning into a tumbling cloud.

The clouds are surrounded by fog, the world is confusing, and when the clouds are cleared and the fog is seen, it suddenly opens up.

"Cloud Mist Spirit Tea?Heavenly Demon Dynasty?Flame Phoenix?Fengqi Wutong?Fenglai Inn?" Yeyang kept peeling off the cocoon, recalling his past footprints, sorting out the connections of various things, and the truth finally surfaced.

"Fenglai Inn, Fenglai Inn!" Yeyang suddenly got up, his eyes widened, and he looked at the shadow of Qianying who was walking down from the third floor above the attic opposite, his heart was surging, and his heart was complicated: "It turned out to be you!"