Zhongzhou, with its outstanding people, is the most vast land in the five domains.

Tianyu City, located near the ancestral vein of Zhongzhou and in the hinterland of the territory of the Feather God Dynasty, is naturally not just a mortal city, but also haunted by many monks.

It is mainly concentrated in some restaurants and tea shops that serve monks, such as the Guizhen Tea House in the center of the city.

It is said that guests are occasionally provided with spiritual tea brewed with dragon marrow, and if mortals drink a cup, they will be able to eliminate illness and strengthen their bodies without illness.

Even if you are a monk, you can live for several years if you drink it!

It is a rare and rare thing.

However, although this kind of place does not clearly stipulate that mortals are not allowed to enter, it is basically acquiesced, and usually no ordinary person will go there to find himself unhappy.

There is no way, even the rich in the mortal world are full of pressure for the consumption of the Guizhen Teahouse.

Even the dragon marrow that can prolong life can be taken out to make tea and sold, and it is conceivable that that cup of tea is definitely priceless.

Ling Xiang stood at the door of the Guizhen Teahouse and looked up at the plaque on the lintel.

The two words "return to the truth" are painted with silver hooks and iron, and the pen is three points into the wood, and there is a faint rhyme flowing, which is obviously also from the hand of a powerful monk.

"Go away, go away, ask for food and go somewhere else!" Suddenly, a voice of disgust sounded in my ears.

Ling Xiang followed the prestige, but saw someone walking out of the door of the restaurant.

It is a Tsing Yi guy who welcomes guests in a restaurant.

The other man was waving at her like a fly.

Apparently he thought she was a little beggar.

Ling Xiang glanced down at the patched clothes on his body and pursed his lips slightly.

It's no wonder that people look down on them. If you open the door to do business, I'm afraid no one will regard her clothes like this as a normal guest.

She didn't speak, but directly flashed past the little girl in green clothes, and instantly appeared at the staircase of the teahouse, raised her feet and walked upstairs.

The little guy in Tsing Yi only felt a cool breeze blowing, and found that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, the person was gone, and he was still a little stunned.

When he turned around, he was shocked to find that Ling Xiang was already standing on the stairs, and his face turned pale when he boarded.

"Oh no, there is a cultivation at such a young age, it can't be the little county lord who sneaked out of the palace, right?" The little guy in Tsing Yi hurriedly chased after him, wanting to apologize to Ling Xiang.

Tianyu City is located within the territory of the Feather God Dynasty, and the territory of the God Dynasty naturally does not have the soil for the survival of other cultivation forces.

The monks who appeared here were either loose cultivators, or disciples sent by other forces to travel the world, or people from the Feather God Dynasty.

The last ones make up the majority.

A little girl like Ling Xiang, who was alone and cultivated by her side, was naturally regarded by that little guy as a person from the Feather God Dynasty.

By the time the little guy chased upstairs, Ling Xiang had already found a vacant seat in a corner and sat down.

"This little guest officer, I'm really embarrassed, I just blame him for having no eyes and beads, and he doesn't know the real phoenix in the world. The little guy in Tsing Yi apologized to Ling Xiang seriously.

It's not that he was afraid that Ling Xiang would hit him, no one dared to make a move at the Guizhen Teahouse at will, mainly because he was afraid that Ling Xiang would find the owner of the teahouse to expose his previous behavior.

Ling Xiang obviously didn't have this kind of thought.

She glanced at this guy, and she didn't bother to call Xiao Er anymore, so she simply ordered: "A pot of hot tea with almonds and purple bamboo shoots, a bowl of glutinous rice balls, and a plate of lotus root flour osmanthus sugar cake." ”

Purple bamboo shoot tea is the tea that Ling Xiang often drank when he followed the ram Yongming. Dried and tender purple bamboo shoots are boiled with a few almonds and drizzled with tea, which tastes very good.

As for glutinous rice balls, it is one of the most common foods in the countryside.

Lotus root flour osmanthus cake is less eaten, which can only be eaten when the osmanthus is in bloom.

The three kinds of things are Ling Xiang's favorite foods.

But she forgot that this was a teahouse for monks.

In the teahouse, there are all kinds of spiritual tea commonly drunk by monks, such as Baiye tea, dragon beard jade tea, obsidian nectar tea, etc., as well as snacks such as steamed firebird eggs, jade lion heads, and bitter bamboo phoenix feet.

Only these mortals in Ling Xiang's mouth did not eat.

Although the three things she proposed were common among the people, few monks were willing to eat them.

For monks, these things are real samsaric sundries, and they do not help them in the slightest. The essence contained is so small that it is almost negligible, and eating them is a complete waste of time.

So, the little guy in Tsing Yi's face became bitter on the spot.

"This ...... Wait a minute, I will send someone to prepare it for you immediately. He arched his hand, went downstairs with a helpless face, went to the back kitchen and found a companion who was in charge of buying ingredients, and asked him to help him go out and buy a copy back.

When the companion heard this, he was quickly stunned: "How can there be a guest ordering such a thing?" It can't be some of the nouveau riche in the city who came to experience us, right? ”

This kind of thing is not unprecedented.

Open the door to do business, as long as the other party can afford to pay, does it matter if he is a mortal or a monk?

It's just that it's hard for mortals to know what the monks usually eat and drink, just like the emperor used a golden hoe, and those nouveau riche came in to order food and made a lot of jokes.

"It was ordered by a little immortal." The little guy in Tsing Yi hung his head and briefly talked about the matter between him and Ling Xiang.

"So, the other party is deliberately making things difficult for you?" The companion in the back kitchen stared widely.

"I really didn't expect her to be so young and poorly dressed, and she was still an immortal cultivator. If I had known, I would have ...... "The little guy in Tsing Yi was full of complaints, complaining that Ling Xiang pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and was annoyed that he was so angry that he looked down on people at that time?

In short, I would love to take a regret pill.

"You should be glad that people are kind-hearted."

The companion in the back kitchen patted him on the shoulder, crying and laughing, and at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh that his companion was lucky.

Otherwise, if you meet a short-tempered immortal cultivator and slap him into meat paste with one palm on the spot, the owner of the teahouse will not dare to say anything, and he will have to thank others for cleaning up the portal for him.

"Okay, I'll go buy it right away, there should be a restaurant next door, you should have a longer memory next time."

"Thank you!"

……

What happened in the back kitchen, Ling Xiang obviously didn't know.

It was only half a cup of tea before and after, and the little girl in Tsing Yi had already brought what she wanted, and there was an extra pot of spiritual tea.

"Guest, this is what you want, all right. In order to apologize, we will give you an extra pot of Baibao tea, and we will ask the guest officer to take care of the previous matter! The little guy in Tsing Yi apologized again.

Although that pot of Baibao tea is the lowest spiritual tea in the teahouse, a pot can only be bought with half a gold leaf.

With his identity in the teahouse, it was obvious that he was bleeding profusely.

Ling Xiang was surprised by this, she frowned and said, "I don't blame you, I can't afford this pot of spiritual tea." ”

Haven't blamed it yet?

The little guy in Tsing Yi had a bitter face, where could a monk not be able to pay for a pot of inferior spiritual tea?

Doesn't this make it clear that he is still looking at people's behavior in the cracks of the door before he is weird!

He could only pretend not to understand, and patiently explained with a bitter face: "Don't worry, this pot of tea is a gift from the teahouse, and you don't need money." ”

"Well, that's good." Ling Xiang bowed slightly, "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome, as long as the guest officer is angry!" The little guy arched his hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)