The hot spring soup ditch of Qichun Hou Mansion is located in Lishan in the western suburbs of Shanglin, the royal capital, Hou Mansion has a wine shop in Lishan, there is a hot spring manor next to the wine shop, the magic is that the Tanggou hot spring here contains aura, not only can dredge the meridians and activate blood, but also has the effect of prolonging life.

This is the private property of the Hou Mansion, and every year the nobles of the Hou Mansion will come to Tanggou Manor at the right time to relax.

And this year, everyone in the Qichun Marquis Mansion is preparing for the next year's family Chengren ceremony, and naturally the number of people who come here is much less, making it sink into the quiet and tranquility of the foothills that are not disturbed by people.

In the past few days, Yang Ze has followed his memory to come here, in the eyes of those people in the Hou Mansion, since Yang Ze did not go to the study or the martial arts training field, and there was no one in the mansion, then naturally he didn't know where to seduce friends and partners as usual.

At this moment, in the hot spring pool of Nuoda, Yang Ze immersed himself in warm water, and his body exuded a transparent and swirling heat, winding up, and was blown by the wind and snow carried by the top of Li Mountain, and it was dispersed in the air.

Yang Ze is still a little bit away from breaking through the sixth grade of the Qi Sea Realm, even with the cultivation know-how brought by Yang Ze's reborn memory fragments, if he wants to break through this distance, it is not possible to achieve it overnight without the help of external forces in the short term.

There is no room for half-heartedness on the path of cultivation, and every step must be made with solid sweat and hard work. Of course, the path of cultivation is not warm and fair, on the contrary, it is very cruel, and the talents and acquired excellent resources will inevitably make people get twice the result with half the effort and comprehend the higher realm of the cultivation tower.

The cramming method of using various precious tonic herbs is not suitable for Yang Ze at present, and he knows that because his father's status is next to the family, the family is basically unable to afford this luxurious cultivation method except for ordinary use. But that doesn't mean you can't find another way.

The spiritual power contained in the Tanggou Hot Spring in front of you is derived from the unique pre-advanced resort given by nature.

Yang Ze could feel an inexplicable feeling for this place, and his inherited memories included the fond memories of spending a happy childhood here, but he never thought that one day he would use Tanggou Hot Spring to practice.

This is also the trick he discovered in later generations, using his own method to regulate the sea of qi in the body, attracting the spiritual energy in the hot spring into the body, impacting the orifices, and further opening up the blocked veins, in order to achieve the purpose of breaking through.

With his hands flat in the warm water, he used a unique method to feel the aura in the water. Not only his method of perceiving aura, but also the qi induction into the body that he is about to perform, it is unheard of. These are all valuable information resources that have been polished from decades of experience in those fragments of his memory.

The aura looms here, and it is also because of the unique landform, and in fact, such a hot spring, the entire king is probably the only one, and there is no other semicolon.

The time, the place, the people.

These seemingly logical but accidental factors were added together by Yang Ze using the information in his memory, so that he could reach the realm that others might take months or even longer to break through in a short period of time.

Yang Ze clenched his hands into fists, and dispatched the qi sea of his body according to the qi induction trick in his impression, only to feel that the arm-shaped qi sea in his lower abdomen began to rotate, faster and faster, faster and faster. Then what he could feel was the current around him, which began to center on his body, like a water leak, and slowly flowed into a whirlpool, but the water streaks were very slow.

The aura in the water begins to be introduced into the body!

It was smoother than Yang Ze imagined, although from the soles of his feet to his spine, there was a feeling of being lightly burned by fire.

Yang Ze crossed his arms above his head, brought up a slip of clear and hot spring water, and his hands were in his fists, pinching out countless stirring hot gas.

The trick induces the continuous flow of heat from the outside world in the body, like a white horse riding a horse as the head horse, attracting countless brown and yellow horses behind him, starting to assemble from stationary to moving, then to accelerating, then sprinting, and then becoming more and more unstoppable, and thousands of horses galloping towards those twists and turns of the narrow meridian path. The barrier on the meridian acupoint, which restricts the incomparable progress of this waste material, seems to be trembling by discoloration!

The horses' hooves trampled through the winding paths, which were gradually widened into avenues. The galloping horses broke through the stones that stood in their way, breaking them to pieces.

The horses took the white horse as the guide, and along a winding mountain road, they rushed towards the peak of the sixth grade of the Qi Sea in Yang Ze's body.

However, circle after circle of winding mountains, the horses behind the white horse began to taunt, began to be unable to keep up, and the rush decreased, but in the end, it was inevitable to hit the final obstacle of the Qi Sea Mountain! The white horse crashed into pieces, and countless brown horses squeezed into it in groups, bounced, splashed, and shattered!

Then weakened, and then the tide gradually receded.

Yang Ze poured into the hot spring after him, and the hot water covered his face and upper body.

Falling short!

This is the tenth defeat in seven days.

Yang Ze had the painful feeling of solving a high-level mathematical problem in his previous life and not being able to solve the correct number for a whole day.

The tragedy is that you feel as if the answer is close at hand, and perhaps in the next calculus you can suddenly turn your brain to a conclusion, but in the end you are ruthlessly excluded from the truth.

This seems to be the difficulty of cultivating in the world, even if Yang Ze has a grandmaster-level memory half a century later, he will still be blocked from the threshold of advancing to the sixth rank of the Qi Sea Realm. This is cultivation, even if it has the means comparable to that of a genius, it cannot be achieved overnight without profound accumulation, even if it is only a small way to advance.

There is still a lack of sufficient resources.

Next to Tanggou Hot Spring is the winery of Qichunhou's Mansion, two or three main buildings of the winery are dotted with verdant cedar forests, and there is a dilapidated small temple next to it, and you can occasionally hear the Sanskrit sound.

The workers of the winery are replaced in shifts every four years, and there are not many workers, only twenty or thirty people. There are not many things to do, and every year I brew 1,000 jars of snow mountain wine. And it is these twenty or thirty workers, three or four wineries, that are among the core industries of the Marquis of Qichun.

At the edge of the hot spring temple in the snow-capped mountains, the long-haired old man named Wen Quan opened the wine utensils on the coffee table for Yang Ze, who had changed his clothes, poured a glass of warm wine, and said, "Don't look at the lack of workers, but each of the twenty or so people here is placed anywhere in the Daye Kingdom, which is enough to become one of the top brewers in the local area and enter the winery every four years, which is regarded as an honor by us." We are favored by the Hou Lord, so we should naturally do our best for the Hou Mansion wholeheartedly. ”

Snow-capped mountains, hot springs, perennial with lonely silence and Sanskrit sounds. Yang Ze looked in surprise at the fact that there was just an old brewing master under Qi Chunhou in front of him, and he had such a backbone. I can't help but have a deeper understanding of the grandfather in my own world.

"Why does Lord Hou attach so much importance to this winery?" said the old worker who made Wen Quan, his hair slightly spread out, and sat on the ground, his tone full of pride, "Because there is only this unique winery in the entire Wangdu, and only here can there be a Tanggou Daiginjo made from the natural snow water of Lishan." The thousand jars of soup ditch ginjo in the wine cellar behind me, which family in the Great Ye Kingdom can put a small altar in the highest level banquet, that is enough to prove that this family has the status and glory of being respected by the whole kingdom!"

Yang Ze drank all the wine in the cup in front of him in one gulp, his mouth was spicy, and his throat burned, so he poured most of the pot of tea before he barely pulled out his mouth, pointed to the empty cup and said in astonishment, "This is Tanggou Daiginjo?"

"You're so beautiful! Without the Hou Ye's handwriting, how can we move those wonderful pearls?" Wen Quan grinned, and the smile seemed to bloom a flower on his densely textured face, "You drink the sake paste that I rely on to satisfy my cravings, these fermented grains are filtered in the snow mountain ice room for a year and a half, and the dripping essence is Tanggou Yinjiu, which is very good and beneficial to cultivation and even the body." So you can imagine how precious it is, how can you and I be able to drink?"

Yang Ze pursed his lips, and he could still feel the spicy taste on his lips. I thought to myself what it would be like to brew these extremely strong wines in the ice house for a year and a half, which has not melted for thousands of years.

Perhaps this is also the difference, in the past two years, his eldest brother and second brother have returned home from the winter vacation of Wangdu Qiudao College, and Qi Chunhou will send a special gift of small three altars of wine as a reward.

And his family has never tasted half of the taste of such a royal capital. In the next five years, Yang Ze's lineage will be even more sideways, let alone everything.

"It's gradually wintering, in previous years, at this time, Tanggou Hot Spring was the resort of those nobles in the Hou Mansion, but this year, because of the Cheng Ren Ceremony that will come next year, countless people in the entire Hou Mansion are running to prepare, and many people are not coming. Do you have a lot of time?"

Wen Quan's eyelids, which seemed to have lost a lot of moisture, lifted, and a pair of triangular eyes stared at Yang Ze, "I'm wondering, should you be the third son of the Hou Mansion who is the most unlearned?"

Yang Ze looked at the old engineer in front of him with a smile, as if he didn't know what kind of angry expression he should throw at him.

After a while, Wen Quan shook his head again, laughed dryly, and said to himself, "When you get old, you will learn to fantasize, that third son is only afraid that he is not so superficial and unlearned, and now he is afraid to invite friends and companions, I don't know which gentle township in the royal capital is drunk and dreaming of death, right?"

Yang Ze didn't know if he should kick the old man hard.

Wen Quan got up, patted the water bladder he put down on the table before leaving, and said, "The wind is cold and the weather is dry, and it is understandable that young people are greedy for hot springs, but it is very easy to damage the body. ”

Saying that, he waved his hand and left, "We are old, you young people, you should pay attention to your body"

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The next chapter is at seven o'clock after lunch.

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