This teahouse, called Tingming Xuan, is located on the banks of the Qingshui River that runs through the city. The willows on the riverside street under the teahouse are clinging, but they are not clean. During the day, boats and horses pass through, and merchants are like streams. At night, the lanterns in front of the shops along the street are lit up, and the flower boats shuttle through the river, making them even more vibrant.

A tall and thin young man with a pale face, a red mole on his eyebrows, and a blue robe, came to the teahouse again as usual.

The young man sat at the window table on the second floor of the teahouse, his eyes fixed on the crowd of people coming and going on the street along the street below. If you look closely, you will see a faint glimmer of five-colored light in his eyes.

It wasn't until the red lantern at the door of the teahouse was lit that the young man sighed and walked slowly downstairs.

For months, Sun Yi'an would come here almost every day. I want to serve a pot of tea, two plates of pastries, and sit by the window for a day.

Over time, even the shopkeeper who ran the hall to serve tea knew this strange tea customer, although he only ordered a pot of the cheapest spring tips every day, but fortunately, it was not much, every time he put the tea and pastries on the table, he didn't have to nod and wait.

After seriously comprehending the "Immortal Beggar's Gate Basic Exercises", Sun Yi'an realized that he, a half-hung cultivator, was really a frog at the bottom of a well!

The Guangfa Immortal Monarch who led him to the door of cultivation, perhaps because he harbored evil intentions for him, did not teach him anything at all except the fire bomb technique, the ice pick technique, and the extremely difficult stealth technique "Gathering God Decision". So much so that in his cognition, a cultivator in the Qi refining period could only exert these kinds of supernatural powers.

According to the "Immortal Beggar's Door Basic Exercises", the fire bomb technique and the ice pick technique are just the most basic five elements techniques.

When a monk enters the early stage of qi refining, he can condense it by mastering a trace of heaven and earth aura. And according to the different cultivation techniques, the magic powers that can be cast are also different. In addition to offensive techniques, there are also many methods that are applied to oneself or artifacts, such as light body techniques, spiritual eye techniques, sacrificial alchemy, and divine arts.

And these are just abilities that can be possessed during the Qi refining period.

If you cultivate to the foundation building period, you will have more magical powers that you can cultivate, and you can even fly to the sky and the earth, spanning dozens of miles between breaths!

This "Immortal Beggar's Gate Basic Exercises" seems to have opened a crack in the door for Sun Yi'an, allowing him to see a wonderful corner of the real cultivation world, and making him yearn for the rapid growth of his strength.

It's a pity that he now has a body of late-stage qi refining mana in his body, except for the few basic methods that all monks can cultivate from the "Immortal Beggars Gate Basic Exercises", many other magical powers are not something he can cultivate because of the limitations of the exercises.

Now, after he knew that the Five Elements Guiyuan Gong he was currently cultivating had been manipulated by the Guangfa Immortal Monarch, it was not for him to continue to cultivate for a while, nor was he not to cultivate, and he was very distressed.

After a few considerations, he made up his mind: he must find a cultivation sect to worship in it!

In this way, you can not only find the cultivation method that suits you, but also get the guidance of famous teachers, which is better than crossing the river by touching the stones.

It's just that in this huge Qingshui City, in the vast sea of people, where to find the cultivation sect?

So, he came here every day to listen to Mingxuan, using the spiritual eye technique he had just learned, and staring at the flow of people to see if there were any people with the same spiritual energy as himself.

He thought to himself, in such a large Qingshui City, he could always meet a cultivator, and then try to get him to introduce him to the master's sect.

A tael of broken silver tea every day is drunk for several months, but Sun Yi'an has not even met a cultivator.

After a long time, he was a little anxious, but it was not because he felt sorry for Yinliang.

Since recovering from the injury of his divine sense, Sun Yi'an, who has entered the late stage of qi refining, has greatly increased his mana, and has been running around the vast mountains for two months in a row.

With storage bags and golden silk threads, as well as concealment techniques and light body techniques, coupled with Lang Xiao's assistance, it didn't take long for the cherished mountain goods within a radius of hundreds of miles around Qingshui City to be almost swept away by him.

Now he is also quite wealthy, with thousands of taels of silver, so he doesn't have to worry about it in a short time.

What made him a little distressed was that the invincible golden silk thread, because of his frequent use, the golden light gradually faded, and it was obviously shortened.

He also injected spiritual power to try to repair it, but it didn't work at all. Slowly he understood, this treasure, it is estimated that it will be used less once, and it will not be used again until it is absolutely necessary in the future.

On the second day, Sun Yi'an came to the teahouse early as usual.

The shopkeeper behind the counter saw that the first person to enter the door in the morning was this poor and sour miser, his eyelids drooped, and he played the abacus beads again.

"Yo! Childe is here? It's still the same old position, right? The small one will prepare tea for you! Xiao Er was enthusiastic, and after saying hello, he didn't wait for Sun Yi'an to answer, so he ran away on his own.

Sun Yi'an smiled helplessly, and walked upstairs. These days, cultivators have not seen it, but they have seen a lot of warmth and coldness.

The warmth and coldness in this world is not only self-knowledge, but when you are cold, he is warm, and when you are warm, he is cold.

Sun Yi'an was still sitting by the window, looking at the gradually lively street.

But he didn't know that when he looked at others, there were people who were looking at him.

After the third cup of tea was finished, his eyes were still looking out the window, but his hand accurately pinched a piece of pastry on the plate.

"I watched Gongzi sit here for more than ten days, and I dare to ask who Gongzi is looking for?"

Sun Yi'an, who was about to stuff the pastry into his mouth, turned his head in surprise when he heard the voice.

The man was in his forties, of medium height, dressed in a blue robe, with one hand behind his back and the other on his lower abdomen, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Sun Yi'an was stunned for a moment, put down the pastry in his hand, got up and rushed to the person and asked, "What is the matter with Brother Tai?" ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe returned the salute to Sun Yi'an, and did not answer his question, but ordered downstairs: "Come on, make a pot of the best green mulberry tea in our store!" ”

Then this person smiled at Sun Yi'an and said: "In Xia Zhanghua, this teahouse is in the next industry. The subordinates are dull, and the hospitality is not considerate, I hope the son will forgive me! ”

"Brother Zhang is polite, but Brother Zhang hasn't replied ......yet."

"This is not a place to speak, can Childe take a step to speak?" Without waiting for Sun Yi'an to finish speaking, Zhang Hua spoke.

Sun Yi'an saw that the middle-aged man named Zhang Hua behaved calmly, his face was kind, and there was nothing wrong with his words, but he was not like a rooster and a dog thief. After thinking for a while, he arched his hand and said, "Brother Lao Zhang is leading the way." ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe was overjoyed when he heard this, and then made a gesture of invitation, and then the two walked towards the third floor of the teahouse.

The third floor is much smaller than the second floor, there are no hall tables and chairs, a passage in the middle, and there are two private rooms on each side with precious purple bamboo as a partition.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe walked to the door of the private room by the window, lifted the half-hanging bead curtain, and invited Sun Yi'an to enter.

Sun Yi'an gave in for a moment and walked in.

The interior of the private room is simple but elegant. A pair of tea ceremony ink treasures hang horizontally on the wall, and in the center is a low-legged tea table made of golden silk nanmu, on which a stove of sandalwood is lit, and several teacups carved from beautiful jade are placed. There are two puff pads on each side.

The two sat opposite each other, and soon someone brought tea.

"What does Childe think of the taste of this Qingshui City's unique green mulberry tea?" The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe asked with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

"This tea is naturally excellent, but I don't know what Brother Zhang is looking for?" Sun Yi'an's mind was never on the tea, and he asked bluntly.

"Hehe~ Childe is a refreshing person, even so, I will tell you bluntly in the next place, this time I took the liberty to invite Childe here, and there is indeed something important to ask for. It's just that I haven't asked my son's surname yet. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Sun Yi'an was surprised when he heard this, and said: "Under the surname Sun, Brother Zhang, please tell me if you have something." ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe looked on his face, and he opened his mouth to ask: "I see that Sun Gongzi is light, Shenhua is restrained, and his eyes are faintly flowing with divine light, dare to ask Sun Gongzi if he is a cultivator?" After speaking, he stared at Sun Yi'an with a look of hope.

Sun Yi'an was shocked after hearing this, this person obviously has no aura on his body, but is a mortal. You can see that he is a monk!