The low and undulating annular mountains gather together to form a hilly landform that is a circle of 100 miles, the hills are surrounded by mountains on all sides and there is no exit in sight, the mountains do not know where to start and where to end, and a small Qingqing river three or five zhang wide in the distance meanders to connect the hundred miles of hills. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it is a low hill, the land within a radius of 100 miles is a place where the aura gathers, and there are thin clouds and mist formed by the convergence of the aura three feet above the ground, either hidden or visible, making the entire hilly landform clouds and mist fluttering like a fairyland.

Seen from above, the river is silvery white like a line, and the hilly plots under the cover of clouds and mist are like jade beads, which are connected one by one to form a huge bead chain.

The river is silvery white, the hills are verdant, and there are rows of verdant tea trees planted on the hills.

The tea tree is not tall, two feet above the ground and spherical, the leaf is the size of a fingernail, verdant and turquoise like jade, and there are Taoist moire superpositions on it, so that the petite leaves are like a cloud that is a hundred times smaller, but this cloud is turquoise.

Dieyun Tongzi Tea, one of the four famous teas of Shanhai Country, picking and stir-frying is extremely strict, the imperial city tribute, mortals have no blessings to consume, and the drink loved by people who cultivate immortals, here is one of its origins.

Fingernail-sized tea leaves, two-foot-tall tea trees, it must be difficult for adults to pick them, but there will never be adults picking tea here.

The reason why it is called Dieyun Tongzi Tea is because this tea can only be picked by children between the ages of nine and twelve before the light of day and the rising of the morning sun, and the time is short and the yield is very small.

The tea tree absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, the boy has an unbroken heart, and the purity of the leaves can be retained by the boy picking, so that the tea leaves are more mellow, and the aura in the tea is retained to the greatest extent.

Of course, it's not without adults here.

Under the hills, there will be a courtyard every ten miles, bamboo house, bamboo door, bamboo fence courtyard, and the surrounding environment is integrated, almost natural, bamboo house is the residence of the tea picking boy, but also the residence of the guard.

There are a total of ten courtyards in the tea plantation, and there are five guards in each courtyard, who are responsible for the life and supervision of the tea pickers, and are also responsible for storing the tea leaves picked by the tea pickers and handing them over to the Shangguan who is responsible for supervising them.

At this moment, the morning glow had receded, the morning sun was shining, and the hundred boys had finished their short and tense busyness and walked to their residence with the fruits of their labor, while the five guards stood expressionlessly at the entrance of the bamboo courtyard waiting for the arrival of the tea-picking boys.

"One pound and one tael, qualified, two rice balls. ”

A guard glared at Yu Bao's eyes and looked at a twelve-year-old boy's tea basket, whispered, and then pointed to the basket with the whip in his hand, which contained several rice balls, and the twelve-year-old boy picked up two rice balls with a blank face and stepped aside, and began to swallow heavily.

"Eight taels, if you are not qualified, you will be punished for not having anything to eat today. ”

As soon as the words ended, another guard with gloomy faces and triangular eyes let out a rebuke and raised the whip in his hand.

"Poof, poof, poof" three whips rang out, and the nine-year-old boy was whipped to the ground, his clothes torn, and his thin body was covered with three more blood marks, and his tea basket had already been snatched by the guard.

The boy picks tea, one pound at a time is qualified, and the guard's mood determines whether there is food to eat, more than one pound must be given food, and less than one pound is destined to have no food to eat, and he will be whipped.

The reason why they were so mistreated at such a young age was because they were people who had violated the laws of the country of mountains and seas, and most of them were the descendants of those who had committed serious crimes.

Official slaves are a collective term for them.

The nine-year-old boy had just arrived here, and he had not yet mastered the technique of tea picking, so he could not meet the requirements, but he had obviously seen the ruthlessness of the guards, and after being knocked down, he was silent, and climbed up with pain and hunger, and looked at the rice balls that were close at hand with sorrow, and honestly stepped aside.

"Here you go. ”

The nine-year-old boy knew that he would be hungry today, but as soon as he stood still, the twelve-year-old boy in front of him stuffed a rice ball in his hand into his hand.

Holding the rice ball, the nine-year-old boy was slightly stunned and seemed to want to say something, but the twelve-year-old boy said a few words vaguely with the rice ball in his mouth: "Don't starve to death." ”

Hearing this, the nine-year-old boy did not insist, and then devoured it, he had not eaten for three days, and he was so hungry.

"Thank you, Brother Chang Feng. These were the words of the nine-year-old boy as he devoured tears and tears.

Chang Feng, the name of a twelve-year-old boy, has a thin body, a hungry yellow face, and a tenacity in his dark eyes, like all the boys here, he is also an official slave.

When he was nine years old, his family was wiped out, and Chang Feng was brought here, and he had the experience of a nine-year-old boy, but he persevered, and the reason why he was able to persevere, was because, just like today, when he was about to starve to death, a twelve-year-old boy gave him a rice ball.

He survived in the end.

Yesterday's story is just a repetition today.

Unlike in the past, the nine-year-old boy knew that his name was Chang Feng, but he did not know the name of the boy who gave him the rice ball, and the boy disappeared the next day.

In the past three years since the arrival of Changfeng, many children have disappeared.

The guards said they had been transferred to other places to do heavier work, but Chang Feng didn't believe it.

After breakfast, the boys rushed to the tea grove again, watering, catching insects, fertilizing, and taking care of the tea trees, while the guards were patrolling around with whips in their hands.

It was not until sunset that the boys finished their day's work, received two rice balls again, devoured them and then returned to the bamboo hut to rest.

This time, Chang Feng once again gave a rice ball to the nine-year-old boy, and the nine-year-old boy did not refuse, he was so hungry that he had the instinct to eat.

Back at the bamboo house, most of the boys fell asleep quickly, they were too tired.

Chang Feng was also very tired, but today he did not fall asleep, but opened a small package on the head of the bed, which contained two worn-out changes of clothes, an ugly and shabby four-legged incense burner the size of an adult's fist, and a black stone stick as thick as a wooden stick with a small arm and two fingers.

The guards gave them one set of clothes a year, and exactly three sets of clothes for their bodies, and the ugly and worn-out four-legged incense burner he brought from home. He used it to incense the spirits of his parents, and the black stone stick, which looked like a wooden stick, was picked up from the river when he was watering the tea trees, and because it had a warm feeling in his hand, he kept it and used it as a wooden stick for self-defense.

Glancing left and right at the boy who had already fallen asleep, Chang Feng walked down the bamboo bed, touched out three tribute incense made of wild vines under the bed, and then walked out of the bamboo house and put a handful of soil in front of the house in the dilapidated incense burner, took out the fire fold and lit three tribute incense, and finally knelt in front of the incense burner, and after three rings, he closed his eyes slightly and silently said in his heart: "Father, mother, this may be the last time the child will incense for you." ”

Raising his head and looking at the three burning wild vine incense, Chang Feng's brows furrowed, and his thoughts instantly returned to the past.

Nine-year-old child, already has the ability to remember and think, Chang Feng clearly remembers that his father is called Chang Qishan, his mother is called Li Zifu, and he also has two adult sisters and a runny younger brother, the eldest sister Qingyun, the second sister Qingyu, and the younger brother who is five years younger than him is called Qinglei, and his original name is Chang Qingfeng.

Chang Feng also remembered that the Chang family was a large-scale family of immortal cultivators with an orderly inheritance, and the family strength was extremely strong, and it was a thriving scene.

Chang Feng before the age of nine was carefree, growing up in the company of servants and playmates every day.

Until three days before his ninth birthday, his father solemnly told him that he would open the spiritual root for him on his ninth birthday and pass on his exercises, and from that day on, he would start to practice the Fajing and martial arts, embark on the road of cultivating immortals, and start his career of cultivating immortals.

A carefree childhood is over.

The ninth birthday came as scheduled, but Chang Feng did not wait to open the baptism of the spiritual root and embark on the road of cultivating immortals, but what came was swords and blood and fire.