Zhou Cheng stood on Qingyang Mountain, raised his eyes to look, but saw a cloudy wind in the direction of the peach forest. If you look at it with the eyes of the law, you can see countless ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers wandering around.

It was the Yin soldiers blocking the four realms, searching for ghosts that had slipped through the net.

The night was dark, it was already three watches, and the village under Qingyang Mountain was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

The Yin Soldier Operation, with its own charter, not only was there no living activity in the villages, but even the watchdog dogs, who occasionally barked a few times, were surprisingly quiet this night.

Yin and yang are separated from each other, and people in the yang world can't see the things of yin. Yin Si acts, and generally does not disturb the living person.

But there are always accidents, the sky is not complete, and who really guarantees that no accidents will happen at all. Yin soldiers are known to the yang world, and naturally some people have seen them. But most of those who saw the Yin soldiers were invaded by the Yin Qi, and they usually didn't live for a few days.

Unless there are a lot of people to see, and the blood and qi are just enough yang to resist the invasion of yin qi.

After the rooster crowed three times, the black cloud began to recede rapidly. Presumably, those evil spirits who harm the world have been arrested, and even if there are fish that slip through the net, they will not be able to set off much of a storm. The Yin Division has fulfilled its duties, and the rest is not the Yin soldiers, but the problems of the Yin and Yang people themselves.

It was dawn, and when the first touch of morning light shone on the top of Qingyang Mountain, Zhou Chengcai moved his steps and slowly walked back to Qingyang Temple.

The old man is old, and his sleep is shallow. Usually wakes up early before dawn, and when Zhou Cheng walked into the gate of the Taoist temple, the old man happened to be sorting out the dry firewood, so that when Xiu'er woke up, he would make a fire and prepare for the morning cooking.

"Hey, Gongzi Zhou, are you back?" the old man saw Zhou Cheng walking in, and immediately greeted with a smile. Regarding Zhou Cheng's elusiveness, he and Xiu'er are no longer strange and accustomed to it.

"Why don't you sleep for a while, old man, get up so early, Xiu'er will have to wait a while before she gets up to make breakfast!" Zhou Cheng asked without words.

"Alas, people are too old to sleep. These days, I always see some people from the past in my dreams, as well as things from the past. Two days ago, I even dreamed that my wife brought her son and daughter-in-law to pick me up. The old man knows his own affairs. When I fall asleep that day, maybe I really fall asleep and can't get up. While you're still awake, move as much as you can!" the old man shook his head and said.

Zhou Cheng suddenly sighed in his heart when he heard this, and wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything about it.

The old man's life is coming to an end, the old man is probably prepared in his heart, and Zhou Cheng's heart is even brighter. I know that we all know each other, and it would be very false to say anything at this time, "You always think too much".

Life and death have life, and things have always been there. Human life, old age, sickness and death are the way of heaven. If you don't live forever, no one can escape. Including Zhou Cheng himself.

Zhou Cheng silently lit two stone benches and a stone table in the courtyard, and after inviting the old man to take a seat, he silently brewed a pot of camellia and handed the old man a cup.

The old man saw the cup of tea handed over by Zhou Cheng, and took it seriously, but saw that the tea was clear, the color was like turquoise, and there were a few unknown leaves floating on it. The fragrance is faint and quiet, and the smell is refreshing.

The old man no longer knew that it was a great thing. When he drank the tea in the cup regardless of the temperature of the water, his mouth was suddenly full of fragrance, and with a stream of heat flowing into his abdomen, his whole body suddenly felt comfortable, and even his mind was surprisingly calm.

"What is this?" asked the old man cautiously.

In this era, tea has not yet begun to be cultivated on a large scale, and almost all tea leaves come from the wild, and the quantity is naturally scarce. Naturally, people who are idle will not be seen. Drinking tea is the taste of the upper class, and the old man has never heard of it. What's more, there are no special tea sets in this era, and everyone drinks tea soup, not tea.

"It's just some tea!" Zhou Cheng smiled, picked up the teapot and refilled a cup of tea for the old man and said: "Tea can be healthy, but it is not suitable for drinking." The old man brews a pot after breakfast every day, tastes it slowly, and his body will be more comfortable!"

Zhou Cheng took out a box and handed it to the old man, and then began to talk about how to make tea and drink tea one by one.

Drinking tea is indeed beneficial, but it is not a one-day effort, let alone a panacea. But making tea, making tea, and drinking tea are all very laborious things. Zhou Cheng is helping the old man find something to do. After all, there is no shortage of food and clothing in the Taoist temple, except for having to fetch some dry firewood and find some medicinal herbs. The old man has been busy all his life, and once he is idle, he will inevitably think about it, but he will let himself age faster.

Drinking tea is tedious, but it is not physical work. It is suitable for the old man to be old and elegant.

Of course, Zhou Cheng's tea is not ordinary tea, it is the only remaining remnant that Zhou Cheng brought from another world.

The old man in the peach forest likes to make tea when he has nothing to do. These teas are the "legacy" left by the old man Taolin. Zhou Cheng himself was reluctant to drink more on weekdays, but at this time, he took it all out and gave it to the old man opposite.

The north is not the origin of tea, and there are no wild tea trees that can allow Zhou Cheng to pick tea. At this time, Zhou Cheng took out all the tea leaves, and if he wanted to drink tea again in the future, he could only go to the south to find wild tea trees.

There is a good mountain spring in Qingyang Mountain, and when Zhou Cheng built this small Taoist temple, he would not consider the problem of drinking water first. Every day, it would be good to ask Xiu'er to go to a nearby mountain spring to get some mountain spring water and make tea for the old man. And if you learn the art of tea, you can also show that you can run less in the mountains and forests.

After all, Xiu'er is not young, and she can't be "wild" all the time. It's time to learn a little bit of the necessary skills for girls. After all, if it is according to Zhou Cheng's promise to the old man, since she will be rich and noble for a lifetime, then the person who will marry into the future will definitely not be an ordinary family. Correspondingly, there are rules of wealthy mansions in wealthy mansions, and the way of survival is very different from that of ordinary farmhouses.

Being out of the hall is the minimum condition, if you can't do this, outsiders don't say it on the surface, and they don't look down on it in their hearts.

And the tea art can not only cultivate one's temperament, but also the best means of vassal elegance, saving those sub-literati and scholars from looking down on people a few points first.

It's just that as soon as Zhou Cheng said his thoughts, the old man immediately shook his head.

"Xiu'er told me that she doesn't want any glory and wealth, so don't let your efforts be in vain!" said the old man after sighing.

"Why?" Zhou Cheng was not surprised by Xiu'er's reaction, but strange at the old man's attitude. So he asked, "Old man, didn't you persuade her?"

"The little girl has been stubborn since she was a child, if she doesn't want to, the nine cows won't be able to pull it back!" The old man said helplessly: "And I also figured it out old man, it is good to be prosperous and rich, but it is also uncomfortable to live." The high-ranking family is dressed in brocade and silk, which seems to be beautiful, but it is by no means a place where Xiu'er can stay. That place eats people!"

"I just hope that Xiu'er can live happily and peacefully in the future!" the old man said.