Hearing this news, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time.

A few days later, the group came to Fengyang City.

Fengyang City is a county seat, under the jurisdiction of Fengcheng Prefecture, compared with other county seats, it is much smaller, but it is already a very lively and prosperous place in the canyon.

Standing on the cliff and looking at the lights of the county town in the distance, everyone decided to rest here for the night and enter the city in the early morning.

Thinking that Nanke's identity was a little sensitive, Chen Changsheng sent her to Zhou Yuan.

She had now completely forgotten what had happened in Zhou Yuan back then, but she liked the environment very much and didn't show any resistance.

At that time, Tang Thirty-six had not entered the Zhou Garden because of the view of the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum, and he was a little curious, and asked Chen Changsheng to send him in to play.

But not long after entering, he came out.

He felt that Zhou Yuan was very boring, and Nanke thought that Zhou Yuan was very good, for the same reason.

There was no one in Zhou Yuan, only countless demon beasts.

Nanke instinctively felt relaxed, and this would only make Tang Thirty-six feel bored.

What surprised Chen Changsheng was that he also asked him to send him into Zhou Yuan.

He sat quietly on that grassland for a while, and when he came out, he said to Chen Changsheng that this grassland is boring now, and the sun will set.

The ban on the Sunset Grassland has been broken, and the level of the demon beasts living in Zhou Yuan is constantly improving.

Chen Changsheng knew that folding his sleeves felt boring not because of these reasons, nor really because the sun would set, but because the girl who used to watch the sun with him was gone.

At five o'clock in the morning, Chen Changsheng was calm, opened his eyes and looked at the Xiajiang River under the cliff, feeling a little regretful.

For a whole night, he used his divine sense to spread the banks of the canyon, trying to find no trace of Su Zhisu, but found nothing.

The climate in the canyon is much warmer than the plains outside the mountains, and the temperature in Fengyang County is much higher than that in Wenshui City, even in the middle of winter, there is still no snowfall, and even wearing a cotton jacket will feel a little hot, just like the extremely thick iron cables on the river, which are illuminated by the sun and have no iron cold at all, but make people feel very hot.

Fengyang County rises from the mountain, walking from the cliff to the city, all you see along the way are tea trees, and it is obvious that those tea trees have only been picked.

Looking at the puzzled expressions of Chen Changsheng and others, Hu Thirty-two explained: "This place is rich in wild tea, this batch of wild tea in winter tastes the best, the reputation of Fengyang wild tea has become louder and louder in the past ten years, and winter wild tea has also become a precious thing, and a tea party will be held at this time of year, and the prefect and bishop will personally attend the meeting, and there are countless tea merchants gathered here." ”

At this time, it is still early in the morning, Fengyang County has been extremely lively, on both sides of the main road leading from the river to Qibaozhai above the county seat, dozens of tea shops have been opened, the sound of cheers and greetings to each other is endless, and you can smell the fragrance of tea that is quite simple with the morning breeze floating everywhere on the stone steps.

Under the leadership of Hu 32, Chen Changsheng and others first went to visit Qibao Village, and then went to the riverside to see the famous white dragon carved stone, and when the sun gradually became stronger, they sat down in a relatively quiet teahouse near the ferry, rested for a while, and waited for the new news to return.

Qibaozhai is like a miniature version of the county seat, with a total of seven floors rising from the mountain, which is not very surprising, and because of the preparation of the tea party, the upper three floors have been sealed. This year coincided with the winter flood, and more than half of the white dragon carved stone was submerged in the river, Tang Thirty-six was a little unhappy, and it was not until after drinking tea that his mood recovered a little.

"I didn't expect this tea to be really good. He raised the teacup in his hand and looked at it twice, a little surprised.

The wild tea in the cup is steaming, and the tea is fragrant but not greasy, as if there is some kind of wild fun hidden in it.

When it comes to tea tasting, people in the world often think of Liang Wangsun first, but Xiao Zhang, who painted Jiajia, looked down on Liang Wangsun the most, thinking that he was burdened by false fame and had long lost his true interest. Back then, a good person once asked Liang Wangsun about this matter, and Liang Wangsun said with a smile, I don't accept him in the fight, but I have to take it when it comes to tea. ”

Hu Thirty-two said: "Only then did the world know that Xiao Zhang was also a tea lover, and he had never liked those famous teas, but only loved to find wild tea in the mountains and forests, and the small view of the humble village. ”

When drinking tea, if there is no snack, it will be interesting to talk about, so it is a tea party, Hu 32 is the most knowledgeable and interesting person in the state religion, and naturally will not let go of such a good topic.

Tang Thirty-six is a child of a family, so he naturally listens to it interestingly, but Chen Changsheng has never had anything to do with the words folding sleeves and elegance, listening to these words, what he thinks about is not how the tea in Fengyang City is, these gossip between Liang Wangsun and Xiao Zhang, but some very boring things.

"I don't know who is stronger, Liang Wangsun or Xiao Zhang. Chen Changsheng asked.

Everyone knows that now is the era when the wildflowers in the cultivation world are in full bloom, and this era was started by Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xun Mei and the second master of the Tang family.

Among the romantic characters of this generation, Wang Po is undoubtedly the strongest one, but the painting Jia Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun are also very remarkable characters.

In Xunyang City back then, Chen Changsheng had seen Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun once, and later on the day he killed Zhou Tong, he saw Xiao Zhang again.

That day was full of wind and snow, he fought in and out of the yamen of the Qing Officials, Wang Po broke his arm on the snow river, broke the sacred realm, cut the iron tree under the knife, and was finally rescued by Xiao Zhang.

No one could understand why Xiao Zhang did this.

If the goal pursued by Liang Wangsun in this life is very clear, and the whole continent knows it, then what exactly is Xiao Zhang pursuing?

"Xiao Zhang is stronger than Liang Wang Sun. ”

The person who answered this question was a folded sleeve, and he said this on the basis of the rankings, of course, not on the list.

"His lifelong pursuit is to be the strongest, with clearer goals and simpler means, so relatively speaking, it is more terrifying. ”

What is the martial arts pursued by Xiao Zhang? It is not Zhou Dufu's way of killing, nor is it Wang Po's straight way, his way is war.

Whether he can fight or not, he has to fight, and even the more he can't fight, the stronger his fighting spirit becomes, so he is considered by many people to be a madman.

Over the decades, he has fought against Wang Po countless times, and he has never won once, but he has never conceded defeat.

Now Wang Po is already a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, and the gap in strength between the two sides is many times larger than in previous years, but I believe that Xiao Zhang will still not give up.

From this point of view, what Wang Po said on the snow street at the beginning was not wrong, the second master of the Tang family was much worse than Xiao Zhang, Xun Mei and others.

Hu Thirty-two suddenly said: "Xiao Zhang has been a little miserable in the past few years. ”