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After listening to Uncle Shi's explanation, Mo Yi took it and sniffed it, but there was no taste, he first tried to feed one to his mouth and taste it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info has no taste other than a slight saltiness. Danmaru was slippery, and if he didn't pay attention, it was already down his throat.

As soon as he arrived in his abdomen, Mo Yi suddenly felt the urge to burp, and he really didn't feel hungry, and the essence and qi in the spring in his lower abdomen flowed to his whole body, just like eating a big meal.

"Take a break for an hour, and we'll continue in the afternoon. Let's go, I'll treat you to a good cup of tea. Uncle Zhou said and took off his headscarf and the blacksmith's apron on his body. Follow the corridor back to the main hall,

"Uh, that's troublesome uncle. Mo Yiben felt a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but when he thought about his own affairs, he had nowhere to go for a while, so he was a little embarrassed to agree, and followed behind.

After entering the hall, Uncle Zhou took Mo Yi up to the second floor, and the decoration of this hall was a study, and on the desk were placed the four treasures of the study and more than a dozen delicate brushes of different sizes. On the terrace near the lake, a low table carved from tree roots is placed, and a set of purple sand tea sets are placed on it.

Uncle Zhou asked him to wait for a while, and then entered behind the screen. From time to time, he walked out and had changed into an elegant white Confucian shirt.

Uncle Zhou motioned for Mo Yi to sit opposite, with hot water boiling in the small furnace next to him. Uncle Zhou began to make the tea set in earnest, and then took out the tea leaves in the small box with a specific procedure, poured boiling water into the pot after placing it in the pot, and quickly poured it out. Then the boiling water was poured into the pot again, and after a few moments, he divided the tea evenly among the six cups, and the tea in the pot was just finished.

Uncle Zhou's movements are as smooth as flowing water, and his posture is quite beautiful throughout the process, and he is dressed in white like snow, catering to the lake and the surrounding scenery, and has a spotless temperament.

"Here, please. ”

Uncle Zhou held up a cup and handed it to Mo Yi with a light smile, he felt a little panicked. Uncle Zhou let himself speak first, I don't know if it's a rule. Stubbornly took the teacup, Mo Yi sniffed it. The aroma of this tea is really extraordinary, just smelling the smell makes you feel a little refreshing, and it makes people feel relaxed all over the body.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. ”

After thanking him, he brought the teacup to his lips. I didn't know what to pay attention to when drinking tea, so Mo Yi had to take the tea soup of the small cup in his mouth. A fragrance suddenly permeated his throat, mouth and nose, making him feel a little reluctant to swallow. When the sweet tea soup slides through the throat, the tea aroma rises again, and the aroma in front of it caters to the extreme enjoyment, and then looks at the surrounding lakes and mountains, the whole person has a sense of leisure and tranquility.

"How does it feel?"

Uncle Zhou also took a drink, and asked Mo Yi with a light smile. As he spoke, he took the folding fan next to him, opened it, and shook it gently.

Mo Yi nodded and said sincerely: "It's delicious, it's the best tea I've ever drunk." ”

Uncle Zhou folded the fan and laughed loudly: "It's natural to drink well, this Mao Feng is only produced in Li Mountain of Xiaoguo; the freshest and most tender trunk branches are picked in early February every year, and the annual output is only about ten catties, all of which are used as royal tribute; thanks to my deep door, I can get half a catty every year, and I have never given it to the master; count you lucky." ”

"Uh・・・・・・" As soon as Uncle Zhou said that this tea was so rare, Mo Yi couldn't help but panic, and felt a little unsure of what to say.

"Relax, don't be nervous with me, I don't have so many rules like the other old fellows. Uncle Zhou said and shook the folding fan gently, like a dashing rich son.

"Hehe・・・・・・・" Uncle Zhou smiled awkwardly. Although Uncle Zhou said this, Mo Yi really couldn't be completely nervous, after all, there was an elder of the sect sitting opposite, a strong feather. The peak combat power of the entire Great Wilderness.

Speaking of the distinction of combat power, Mo Yi remembered that Uncle Zhou had also talked about it in class. Based on human practitioners, they are divided into three major realms, and each realm is divided into three minor realms, which are the ninth level. The cultivators of the Zhou Tian realm accounted for the largest proportion of the Great Wilderness, accounting for about seventy percent of the total monks, and most of them were soldiers raised by the state. There are two and a half people who have reached the realm of creation, and most of them are the backbone of various sects. And the last half of the feather powerhouses are the most peak combat power, most of them are the elders and heads of various sects, and they are all gifted.

Moreover, the life expectancy of a practitioner is also different from that of ordinary people, and after opening the spring, they can avoid all diseases, and if there is no accident, they can basically live for more than one jiazi, and they can live to be 100 years old after the consummation of Zhou Tian. Reaching the realm of creation and obtaining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be more than doubled, and those who are at the peak of creation can live to be two hundred years old and still be strong and healthy.

The powerhouse of this Feather Transformation Realm can live for about 500 years, and the Xiahe Zhenren of Feiyunguan is already more than 530 years old, making him the longest-lived cultivator in the Great Wilderness today. Speaking of which, although Uncle Zhou looks like a young man, he should also be over 100 years old.

Although the strength systems of the other races in the Great Wilderness are different, the strength of each realm is basically the same.

Looking at Mo Yi's restrained appearance, Uncle Zhou couldn't help but fold his fan and said: "Since you can receive the task I released, you have a lot of fate with me; if you are silent in this tea room, it will be boring, you can ask me any questions you have; time can pass faster in small talk." ”

"Eh, Uncle Zhou, have you ever been to the Western Continent, and what is the difference between the people over there and us?" After thinking about it, Mo Yi couldn't help but ask, because of Li Gang's relationship, he was quite curious about this.

"Hehe, I thought you would ask me about my cultivation first. But I don't want you to be interested in it, but it's okay to talk about it. I just don't want to be ignorant for a lifetime, so I strive to explore. Uncle Zhou laughed as he spoke, and Mo Yi couldn't help but be embarrassed. However, Senior Uncle Zhou did not have the slightest displeasure on his face, but said lightly: "Speaking of which, I participated in the Battle of the Fallen Gods more than two hundred years ago, and I have seen various races in the West, and there are many differences between different natural races in different regions. But the Western Continent isn't that easy to get to, especially now. ”

"You haven't been there either..." Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh, but then he still asked, "Then do you know how to go there?"

Uncle Zhou smiled lightly, reopened the folding fan and shook it lightly, and said casually: "In the primeval period, the gods fell, the heavens and the earth were shattered, and the avenue was broken. The only place where the two regions have in common is the Land of Godfall, but the great war more than two hundred years ago has made the rules there even more chaotic, and there are monsters that cannot be resisted by human beings, and it is naturally difficult to go in a short time. ”

"Then can you tell me about the Ancient War, why did the gods die?" He had always been very curious about the Ancient War and the fall of the gods, but he didn't know much about it when he asked many people.

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhou's face also darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Although it is not a matter of too long ago, but the past two thousand years have been eventful, and the impact of the war is huge. A thousand years of darkness have made it difficult for all beings to survive, so the cause of the great war itself has not been passed down at all, and now we are only speculating at what extremely attractive benefits must have been. ”