Zuo Tianyou's smile that couldn't find anything wrong made Hou Qi feel that something was wrong there, but who would reach out to slap the smiling person? Even a scoundrel like Hou Qi couldn't bear three good words, not to mention that there was good tea to serve!

The corners of Hou Qi's mouth pulled down, and he was so majestic that he pressed his butt on a drum stool next to Bufeng's table, and waited for someone to come over to deliver tea.

Bu Feng couldn't help but laugh in his heart when he saw Hou Qi like that, and said to Zuo Tianyou: "Trotting down, go! Make a bowl of black grass tea!

Zuo Tianyou responded loudly, ran to the back kitchen, and when he turned around, he didn't worry about Zhang Xiaopang, and glanced back, the poor little fat man's face was full of question symbols and black lines in his head. Zuo Tianyou thought to himself, you will know what I am going to do in a while, hold on for a while, buddy will come to save you from fire and water immediately.

Tea, tea, tea, and now the opportunities are all in this bowl of tea.

Zuo Tianyou kept thinking in his heart, if he put down this Hou Qi, the trouble would be solved in one step.

Turning out of the hall, Zuo Tianyou lifted the curtain, and a huge ancient kitchen jumped into his eyes. Stoves, racks, vegetable pots and baskets are all there, and they are all piled up all over the place.

However, now is not the time to visit his kitchen, Hou Qi is anxiously waiting for tea.

It turned out that Zuo Tianyou was thinking about the problem of this tea when he first made tea for Bufeng. It seems that the Xianjia herbal tea has the effect of improving the skill of the cultivator, and the focus of the martial artist's cultivation is on the dantian, and this black grass tea seems to have some miraculous effect, which is very helpful to improve the skill, so Bufeng has only drunk this tea for many years.

Now if you can make a herbal tea that looks like black grass tea in color and flavor, but it can destroy Hou Qi's dantian secretly, then you and Zhang Xiaopang can basically get out.

Thinking of this, Zuo Tianyou rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen, hoping to find some usable herbs somewhere, but after looking around, he almost didn't lift the chicken coop in the yard, and he didn't see a straw stick, thinking to himself, his grandmother dripped and treated the grass as a treasure so that ten thousand people couldn't find it, except for the second goods here, who would do this for normal people!

When he was scratching his ears and cheeks and couldn't find a breakthrough, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard outside the door, and a person pushed the door in.

Zuo Tianyou couldn't dodge, and he was panicking, but when he saw that the person who came in looked like an ancient working boy, he immediately adjusted his thinking, and asked a question that was even more surprising than that person: "Old Wu, why don't you sleep so late?"

In Zuo Tianyou's memory, he is still deeply impressed by this old Wu, he is the cook in the inn, and he always deals with him when he is busy going in and out on weekdays.

The cook Lao Wu was sleepy-eyed, he didn't know the situation in the front hall at all, and it was not unusual to see that it was Zuo Tianyou, so he yawned and said, "Wake up and relieve yourself, and pour a bowl of tea by the way." As he spoke, he walked straight to a shelf full of vegetable baskets.

Zuo Tianyou couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, and stepped forward to follow, seeing Lao Wu take out a small rattan basket from behind the third shelf, rummaged through it, grabbed a handful of herbs full of medicinal aroma, put it in the pocket of his clothes, and put the basket back in its original place when he was done. When he turned around, he saw Zuo Tianyou following him closely, and said strangely: "You don't wait in the lobby, what are you thinking about in the kitchen?"

"Ah, me, I want to make some tea too, but I forgot where I put it. After speaking, he put on a sincere smile.

Lao Wu pointed to the shelf and said, "It's been left there! I haven't changed places, you have a memory! It's gone!" After speaking, he yawned and threw the door out.

Zuo Tianyou saw that the door was taken, and a layer of cold sweat came down with a "bang", and his hands trembled violently because of nervousness.

Zuo Tianyou took down the basket of herbs and opened it to see that there were only a few in it, but the shiny black ink lotus suddenly caught his attention.

I remember when I was studying, he had seen in an academic magazine that a newly excavated tomb of the Five Dynasties unearthed a copy of the "Book of Medicine", because botanical archaeology has always been his interest, and later Zuo Tianyou went to the library to consult this book, although it was a photocopied photo customized booklet, but Zuo Tianyou still sacrificed his basketball time every afternoon, and read it in one breath with great interest.

The owner of this five-generation tomb believed in Taoism before his death, yearning for immortality, and there are many cultivation secrets recorded in the book, including the record of the ink lotus with the tip of the nightshade tooth can explode the dantian and destroy the seven veins.

Now that the ink lotus is there, Zuo Tianyou turned the basket of herbs upside down again, but there was no trace of nightshade.

I thought to myself, nightshade is a common ordinary plant, this is the world of cultivating immortals, and they will not have such a "nourishing" good herb as nightshade.

But where will it be placed? Zuo Tianyou touched his chin and re-examined the shelves full of vegetables, remembering the funny plot of his grandmother who used to wear glasses and look for glasses everywhere when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Zuo Tianyou carefully rummaged through each layer of shelves, and finally saw the familiar figure of nightshade in a pile of small vegetables.

Oh my God, I've finally found it!

In fact, Zuo Tianyou knows that there is another level that is also very important, and this tea fragrance must not be mistaken.

Zuo Tianyou remembered that he had tried to mix this tea when he had nothing to do at home, but it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the ancient recipe, and he didn't dare to use his body as a guinea pig. But in my memory, the taste of the two herbs seems to be the same as that of the black herb tea.

Waiting for the tea in front, Zuo Tianyou didn't dare to rub it anymore, quickly returned to the back of the account, and added the two flavors of tea to the teapot according to the proportion in his memory. Mo Dry Lotus could have been used in medicine, and Zuo Tianyou felt that it was a bit cheap.

The boiling boiling water rushed into the teapot, the black juice quickly expanded, and a bowl of inky black "black grass tea" was immediately done! Zuo Tianyou carefully smelled the tea, and made sure that it was the same as the tea fragrance just now, so he was relieved to close the lid of the bowl, and a sneer flashed in his eyes, thinking that tonight is either you dead or I live, I'm sorry!

Hou Qi usually shows off his might and is domineering on Wuli Street, but there are many people who are afraid of him, and few people who respect his good things. The street of Linxian Inn is not in his sphere of influence, and he basically can't get the "high-end goods" used in cultivating immortals like black grass tea. On weekdays, it is good to be able to deceive some ordinary fairy grass and boil some water to drink.

Now he looked at the inky tea soup in the bowl of green jade in front of him, smelled the fragrant tea fragrance, and then thought about it, which was very beneficial to cultivation, and he was happy to drink it when he picked it up.

Zuo Tianyou felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and stared at Hou Qi to see what his next reaction was.

Bu Feng on the side, seeing Hou Qi drink the tea dry as if he had never seen it, he was amused in his heart, and just wanted to tease him a few words. But before the words reached his mouth, Hou Qi suddenly screamed, raised his foot and kicked over the table, jumped three feet high, rolled on the ground with his stomach covered, and wailed one after another, Zuo Tianyou thought to himself that this sound was really worse than killing a pig!