Thirty metal ingots, that's a lot.

Gongliang thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Then it's decided. Fowl laughed heartily.

He is not short of spirit stones now, but he lacks these rare metals. These things were very useful both in forging and in his ink gate's technique, how could he not be happy!

Under the send-off of the fowl, Gongliang left the place where Momen cast weapons. When he stepped out of the torii area, he looked back and felt very strange. In fact, when he saw that there was a record of Dongtu, he felt strange. Because everything in the East Land has some similarities with the ancient times of the previous life, but it is not exactly the same.

However, he knew that this place was not ancient China.

Because ancient China never had such a vast barren jungle and barren people, nor did it have such a brilliant and colorful primitive civilization.

"Hey, boy, you stop for grandpa. ”

As soon as Gongliang walked out of the ink gate, he was stopped by two fools, Iryu Eryu.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Gongliang.

"Boy, stay away from Ayina, with your leprosy appearance, you also want to eat Ayina's flying hooves in the clouds? Remember, stay away from Aina, or our brother will beat you once he sees you. Iryu Eryu threatened Gongliang, and then walked away with his head held high. (Leprosy: toad, flying hoof: swan).

Gongliang was laughed at angrily, these two fools, it seemed that they had forgotten the previous lesson, turned their heads to Mi Gu and said, "Spit on them." ”

Iryu Eryu had suffered from rice grains, and when he heard his words, he immediately pulled his legs and ran.

Mi Gu listened to Baba's words the most, and his saliva suddenly spurted out, hitting the two of them.

How could Iryu Eryu withstand her poisonous saliva attack, and fell to the ground with a pop, convulsing over there, looking so pitiful.

Poor people have their own pitiful, Gongliang will put them one left and one right, placed under the archway with the word "love", let them reflect on themselves, and feel the realm of Momen and love non-attack.

Leaving the corner alley, Gongliang wandered through the streets.

The inner city of the temple is governed by a hundred tribes of the Great Wilderness, and the shops and residences of other middle tribes and Dongtu people are in the second city wall, even if someone enters the inner city to buy and sell, they must go out that night. This is a temple decree, and those who violate it will be killed.

"There is no good and no disgusting body, there is good and evil moves,

Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing. ”

Suddenly, Gongliang, who was wandering around, heard the sound of reading aloud, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help but walk in the direction where the sound came from.

Conscience is the essence of the mind, and the absence of good and evil means the mind that is not covered by selfish desires and desires. Because it is 'in the midst of undeveloped', there is no distinction between good and evil, and there is no good and no evil. What is the action of good and evil? There is no distinction between good and evil, and if you want to enter into it, there is a difference between good and evil......"

Gongliang followed the voice and walked to the front of a house, only to see the words "Qingyang Study" written on a plaque under the eaves.

He still remembered that on the way to the temple, he met a Quartet merchant named Ji Yuyong, who seemed to say that he was a Confucian student of the Qingyang Academy, and he didn't know what this Qingyang had to do with that Qingyang?

Gong's conscience muttered in his heart, and he stood outside the library and listened for a while, feeling that this teacher taught quite well.

After a while, the sound of teaching inside stopped, the door of the book house was opened, and a group of sturdy little ones and an old Confucian came out one after another.

After the old Confucian said goodbye to the little ones kindly, he turned to Gongliang and said, "I am very happy to have friends from afar." Little friend, it's better to go to the house and have a cup of tea together. ”

"Then thank you, Master. "If you have nothing to do, Gongliang will not refuse.

The old Confucian took Gongliang into the house, walked through the corridor, and came to a small waterfront Xie Zhong in the back courtyard, where an old man held a fire tea set and waited.

Gongliang looked at the courtyard, only to see a few yellow and white crab chrysanthemums planted on the right side of the pool, at this time it is the chrysanthemum blooming season, a palm-sized crab chrysanthemum blooms, blooming a strong autumn joy, and on the left there is a thick golden osmanthus, just when it is osmanthus, the tree is full of golden osmanthus. The breeze blew, and a charming fragrance of osmanthus wafted in the courtyard.

Gongliang took a deep breath, and it felt so charming.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't smelled the scent of osmanthus and how long it had been since he had drunk the cinnamon-flavored Dahongpao.

For a while, the mountains and rivers of that hometown floated in my mind, which was so nostalgic.

"What do you think of my courtyard?" asked the old Confucian man, touching the white beard under his chin.

"The master is not good!" Gongliang said with heartfelt emotion.

"Hahahaha...... "The old Confucian man heard that he was happy.

At this time, the water was boiling, and the old man who came to serve skillfully cleaned the tea set and made tea. After a while, a curling fragrance of tea wafted out of the tea cup.

"Please. The old Confucian raised the teacup and gestured to Gongliang.

"Please. ”

Gongliang held it with both hands, gently lifted the tea lid, and a smell of tea suddenly wafted into his nose, which was really fragrant. Looking at the tea again, the color is golden, like jade amber, and when I took a sip, a shallow astringency immediately wrapped around the tip of the tongue, but it was instantly replaced by a sweetness. Even in his previous life, he had never drunk such good tea.

I couldn't help but close my eyes for a while, enjoying this different taste.

"Baba, even if you want to drink it. The little guy in Migu also whispered next to him when he saw that Baba was enjoying it so much.

When Gongliang heard this, he put the tea cup to her little mouth and let her take a sip.

But that astringency instantly made the little guy's little face tangled, and suddenly with a "wow", he spit out all the tea in his mouth outside the small pavilion.

Seeing the appearance of the little guy, Gongliang and the old Confucian laughed unscrupulously.

"Baba, that water is so unpleasant. The little guy said with a puffed face.

"You take a breath and try. Gongliang said.

Mi Gu took a breath according to Baba's words. It's strange to say that the astringency just now began to become sweet with this breath in his mouth, and a stream of sweet saliva instantly overflowed into his mouth.

"How's it going?" asked Gongliang with a smile.

"It's so hard to drink, why don't you drink that water evenly? The little guy took out a spirit fruit from the storage bag and bit it down.

The delicate little appearance made the old Confucian laugh a lot.

Gongliang took another sip before putting down the teacup and asked, "Master, this tea is probably extraordinary, right?"

"This is a hundred years ago, I asked someone to bring it from Dongtu, it is said that it was the seeds of ancient tea planted by the great sage of Qingyang School Palace in the past. ”

To be honest, Gongliang was not a good tea person in his previous life, and he only drank some occasionally. But when I got here, I hadn't drunk it for too long, and I missed the taste a little. Therefore, he cheekily asked the old Confucian scholar: "I don't know if Master's tea tree has new tea seeds, and the boy wants to take it back and try planting it, to see if he can plant some tea trees, so as not to always come over and disturb Master's peace when he wants to drink tea." ”

When the old Confucian heard Gongliang's words, he glanced at him strangely, and said with a smile: "This tea is only useful when we Dongtu people come to visit, you desolate people like to drink more, and I didn't want to pour out you freak." ”

After laughing, the old Confucian waved his hand and said, "No need for tea seeds, there are a lot of tea seedlings under the tea tree, just dig some and take them away later." ”

"Then thank you, Master. Gongliang hurriedly thanked him respectfully.