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In the tree house, Jiang Chen sat opposite the village chief, Ah Qiang Alin had already left, the two were the guards of Mulin Village, and they had important responsibilities, so they couldn't stay here, only Jiang Chen and the village chief were left to talk about tea.

"Little friend Jiang Chen, how about tasting this tea?"

The village chief looked kind, gentle and smiling, handed a cup of hot tea to Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen hurriedly thanked him, took the teacup, looked carefully, and couldn't help but be surprised, but saw that the teacup was rising, the wisps were wisps, mixed with fragrance, among the tea, the pieces of tea were ironed, its shape was flat like a palm, tender green and transparent, although it was not tasted, but there was a kind of sweetness.

Jiang Chen was greatly surprised, glanced at the village chief, took a sip, and then closed his eyes slightly and savored it. The entrance of this tea, the fragrance swept the taste buds, giving ginger dust a very special feeling, the fragrance is smooth, the drink is clear, the tongue is sweet, the most amazing thing is that this tea can stabilize the mind, after drinking the refreshed, energetic.

"Good tea!"

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, his face was full of amazement, he had not drunk good tea, in the White Emperor City Medicine Garden, there was a fairy spirit tea planted, this tea condensed the spirit of the fairy, when it met water, it opened, gasified the appearance of the fairy, can enhance the spiritual power of the monk, very precious, but now the tea in front of him, the effect is very different, it can act on the soul, the speciality, comparable to the Ice Heart Pill.

"Dare to ask the elder, what is the origin of this tea?"

The village chief chuckled slightly, poured another cup for Jiang Chen, and then said leisurely: "This tea is called "cactus tea", because its shape is like a palm, and the color is warm and moist, and the effect is magical. ”

"Cactus tea, born in the millions of mountains in southern Xinjiang, can be seen everywhere, but although this tea is extremely common, in the Central Plains, it is very famous. ”

Hundreds of years ago, the Central Plains called himself a "poet immortal" young man, after hardships, set foot in the land of southern Xinjiang, inadvertently found this cactus tea, the poet fairy felt that this tea is special, not like the ordinary, so he happily picked back, after tasting tea, feel that the shape of this tea "its shape is like a palm", the inner quality is "fragrant and smooth", compared with many famous teas that they have tasted, it has a unique flavor, and is happy, it is a poem, passed on to future generations. The poem says:

It is often heard that in the southern frontier, there are many fierce beasts in the deep forest.

The fairy rat is as white as a crow, hanging upside down in the clear creek moon.

Tea is born in this middle stone, and all beasts roar endlessly.

Genke sprinkles Fangjin, and takes to moisten the muscles and bones.

The old clumps of green leaves, branches one after another.

Exposed to a cactus, it seems to pat the shoulder of the cliff.

The world has not seen a text, and its name is determined by whom.

Zong Ying is a Zen uncle, and there is a good article for the gift.

Qingjing candle has no salt, Gu Xi Ziyan.

There is a lingering pleasure in the pilgrimage, and the long chant is sown in the heavens. ”

Because of the poetry of the immortals, this poem is widely praised in the Central Plains, this cactus tea, it is also known to everyone, and in the following decades, there are often people who are full of learning in the Central Plains, trekking through mountains and rivers, coming to southern Xinjiang, just to see the true face of cactus tea, but unfortunately southern Xinjiang is dangerous, mere mortals, how can it be easily reached, what the heart wants, eventually become delusional, over time, the people of the Central Plains, only hear the cactus tea, but have never seen it with their own eyes. ”

"The so-called reading thousands of books is better than traveling thousands of miles, but Jiang Chen has a long insight today. Hearing this story, Jiang Chen sighed and couldn't help but feel it.

"Listening to what the elders said, Shicai seems to know a lot about the Central Plains. ”

Jiang Chen said curiously, not to mention that he knew about cultivating immortals, even the Qingyun Zhenren of White Emperor City knew a little bit about it, and it must be known that Southern Xinjiang is located in a corner, and there is almost no contact with the outside world, and it is already extremely extraordinary to know about the Central Plains.

"Hehe, it's not a secret, the old man is not a person from Mulin Village, decades ago, the old man and Jiang Chen's little friend, are all people who seek immortal immortality, but the old decay has low qualifications, in the immortal gate, quite oppressed, the old decay is young and vigorous at the right time, how can he endure such a situation, so he sneaked out, because he was worried that the immortal gate would be investigated, he went deep into the dangerous place in southern Xinjiang alone, and later rescued the head of Mulin Village, and has stayed here until today. The village chief said with a smile.

"Because of this experience, I am naturally very familiar with the affairs of the Central Plains...... "The village chief looked at Jiang Chen, and said with a smile: "It was Jiang Chen's little friend's doing, which really amazed the old man, alone, from the Central Plains, this kind of cultivation is shocking, worthy of being a disciple of White Emperor City, it is a hundred times stronger than the original decay, but it is a hundred times stronger!"

"The elder praised it falsely!"

Jiang Chen shook his head modestly, although he had already sensed the cultivation of the village chief, but the Qi Immortal Realm was sixfold, placed in the White Emperor City, but he was a cultivation disciple, and he was also the existence of the bottom, but the village chief was an elder after all, and with kindness to take him in, Jiang Chen would not be arrogant and contemptuous, and Jiang Chen was not this kind of empty-eyed person.

The village chief also knew that what Fang Cai said was too Meng Lang, and for the monk, if he was not very familiar with it, he rashly asked about the level of cultivation, but it was a taboo, and then the topic changed, and he asked curiously: "If the old man is not mistaken, the White Emperor City is thousands of miles away from southern Xinjiang, and Jiang Chen Xiaoyou has traveled a long distance to come to this fierce place in southern Xinjiang, but what is the important thing?"

"If it's inconvenient for Jiang Chen's little friend to answer, you can make it clear that the old man is just curious......" The village chief smiled and answered.

"This trip is not secret, and there is nothing to say to others. Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Don't hide it from the elders, Jiang Chen came to Southern Xinjiang this time to go to the Earth Emperor Temple......

"Earth Emperor Temple?!" the village chief smiled, his face solemn.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen was slightly surprised and asked, "Could it be that the village chief knows about the Earth Emperor Temple?"

The village chief nodded, his eyes were deep, and his tone was ethereal: "How can anyone in southern Xinjiang not know the Earth Emperor Temple? This Earth Emperor Temple is the holy land of the hundred ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, and it is said that it is in the Yufu Spirit Stream in the middle of a million mountains, and it is a place to worship the Earth Emperor. As he spoke, the village chief paused slightly, looked at Jiang Chen, and said, "Forgive the old man for being presumptuous, what does Jiang Chen's little friend want to do when he goes to the Earth Emperor Temple?"

"It's not a secret, Jiang Chen heard that in the Temple of the Earth Emperor, there are nine days of rest, and this thing Jiang Chen has a life-saving purpose, so he can only take the risk to seek it. Jiang Chen replied truthfully.

The village chief frowned, and after a long time, he sighed: "It's difficult, it's difficult to go to the sky." ”

Jiang Chen's heart sank, and he saluted respectfully: "Please also ask the elder for guidance." ”

"The hundred tribes of southern Xinjiang, generations of believe in the emperor of the earth, it is no exaggeration to say that the emperor is the mother of the hundred tribes in southern Xinjiang, and it is not allowed to be desecrated, this temple of the emperor is the place where the lives of the hundred tribes are guarded, not to mention outsiders, even if it is a person of the hundred tribes, there is no sacrifice allowed, and they can not enter the temple of the emperor of the earth. Jiang Chen's little friend in the mouth of the Nine Heavens Resting Soil, the legend is that the emperor of the earth created a human artifact, it is indeed left in the southern Xinjiang, and it is contained in the temple by the people of the hundred tribes, but this divine object is closely related to the emperor of the earth, since it is closely guarded, it is difficult for ordinary people to approach, even if the Nine Spirits Sect in this place has been begged for many times, it is also in vain. The village chief said.

"This ......"

Hearing that in the Temple of the Earth Emperor, there are indeed nine days of rest, Jiang Chen was overjoyed, but he heard that the Nine Spirits Sect had fought its idea, but it was all in vain, and the joy in his heart instantly cooled down, the Nine Spirits Sect is one of the eight major sects in Shenzhou, and it is the overlord of Southern Xinjiang, and the strength of one faction has not succeeded, and he is alone, I am afraid that he is not very sure.

Seeing the gloomy look on Jiang Chen's face, the village chief hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Jiang Chen's little friend has ventured here, presumably it does take nine days of rest, and this matter is not impossible......

"Please speak clearly, elder!" Jiang Chen saluted solemnly and said slightly.

The village chief nodded slightly and said, " Although the Nine Heavens Rest Soil is precious, in the eyes of the people of the Hundred Races, it is only a thing outside the body, and it is not as good as the Emperor of the Earth has used clothes, sat on tables and chairs, if Jiang Chen Xiaoyou has something in his hand that can impress the people of the Hundred Races, there must be room for turning around, and the old man advised Jiang Chen Xiaoyou, the people of the Hundred Races are extremely protective, if they set foot in the land of Southern Xinjiang, unless necessary, they must not conflict with the people of the Hundred Tribes, otherwise, Jiang Chen Xiaoyou will never be able to get the Nine Heavens Rest Soil, and may even be intercepted and killed by the Hundred Tribes, and die for a lifetime. ”

Jiang Chen stood up, bowed deeply to the village chief, and said in a sincere tone with gratitude: "Jiang Chen, thank you for the elder's advice. ”

The village chief chuckled lightly and said: "What Fang Cai said is just an old and rotten nonsense, whether it can succeed depends on the sincerity of Xiaoyou, if you are sincere, there will naturally be infinite possibilities." ”

"It's not too early, so I'll arrange for Xiaoyou to rest, and then someone will bring food to Xiaoyou......"

The village chief saw that the sky was already dark, so he ended the conversation, took Jiang Chen to another tree house, arranged it properly, said goodbye and left, and then a village girl brought food to eat.

After dinner, Jiang Chen walked out of the study house, sat on the branches, his feet hung in the air, looking up at the starry sky, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the village chief arranged this tree house for Jiang Chen, it was the only one among all the tree houses that could see the sky, and the other tree houses were shrouded in ancient trees and leaves.

At this moment, it was already late at night, the surroundings were silent, and occasionally a few beast roars came, not only did not have the slightest sense of fear, but became more and more calm, and the air was filled with a peaceful artistic conception, Jiang Chen knocked his head on his knees, and looked at the night sky in a daze.

"Most of what the world says is untrue, where is there fighting and killing everywhere in this southern Xinjiang, this wooden forest village is peaceful and peaceful, it can be said that it is difficult to find in the world, if everything is done in the future, you can come to southern Xinjiang to live for a long time......

Jiang Chen stayed outside the tree house for a while, then walked into the tree house, lay on the wooden bed and closed his eyes, ready to rest, just as he fell into a deep sleep, a series of cries came into his ears, waking him up, Jiang Chen walked out of the tree house in his coat, stood on the trunk of the tree and listened attentively, the cry disappeared without a trace, looking at the dark scene around him, quiet and silent, Jiang Chen felt that the cry just now seemed to be an illusion.

However, not long after Jiang Chen fell asleep, his crying started again, extremely slight, intermittent, like resentment, like crying, full of grief, Jiang Chen was chilling, and walked out of the tree house again......

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]