"Ni Wu, it seems that our six-hundred-year friendship has ended here, I really didn't expect that you would work against me for such a bag of ethereal old tea, you remember, I let you let the bag four hundred years ago."

"Niu Liu, I know the reason why you let me at that time, you didn't bring enough spars that day. Today is different, we both came with guys. This time you let it be given to me, and like last time, I will let you taste tea three times."

"No need, this bag of tea, I'm going to make a decision, you let it be given to me, I'll let you taste it four times."

"Two, two, listen to me". A middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked over. Pull the two apart.

"Okay, Han Qi, you're here, what do you say about this." Ni Wu and Niu Liu looked at the middle-aged man in the brocade robe together.

"Hehehe, if you want me to say, don't ask for either of you, I'll buy ...... for 16,000."

"Fuck your uncle". didn't wait for Han Qi to finish speaking. Niu Liu, Ni Wu, raised their left and right feet and kicked Han Qi's stomach. Whoosh, Han Qi flew out like a big ball of meat. The surrounding holy group was knocked out of a big gap, the gap was at least a zhang wide, and it seemed that Han Qi was not the only one who flew out.

"Bold, Niu Liu, Ni Wu, who gave you such a big courage to disrupt my stall." A bell-like voice rang out. Niu Wu and Ni Liu, who were pressed by the powerful divine sense, bent their bodies, bowed their knees, and almost knelt on both knees, and their shoulders pushed two to the ground, and they still knelt on one knee.

Niu Liu's and Ni Wu's faces turned pale, and they immediately knew who was coming. Hurriedly bowed his head and raised his fists above his head. "Xing Ge Lao, we are just fighting for tea, and we accidentally obeyed the market rules, please forgive me."

As soon as the pressure of the divine consciousness decreased, the two of them stood up in a sweat. It's gone, and the way you shout and scream just now. Resignedly, he stood aside.

The blue light flashed, and one with two temples and a childish face. An old man with a smile in his eyes like electricity appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone's faces immediately became solemn. Everyone seemed to know the origin of this old man.

"Friends, disperse."

When the saints heard this, they hurried around.

"The two tea lovers actually fought over a small bag of ethereal tea. I bought this tea for 20,000 crystals, and you went to me to taste it that day."

"Yes, yes, Xing Ge Lao, you have the final say." Niu Liu and Ni Wu hurriedly replied. What kind of person is Xing Ge Lao, a hundred Niu Liu and Ni Wu together are less than one-tenth of Xing Ge Lao's financial resources. The two didn't have the courage to compete with Xing Ge Lao.

Who is Xing Ge Lao? Xing Ge's old name is Xing Zhi, and the first big dividend in the market. He has been in charge of the market for 940 years.

"Don't go and see how Han Cha Friend is." Xing Ge said in a slow voice.

Niu Liu and Ni Wu disappeared with a fist.

Mo Ye watched everything that was happening outside from the light screen, how could Niu Liu and Ni Wu's etiquette be so familiar.

Xing Ge Lao slowly walked towards Mo Ye's light screen, with a question on his face, he hadn't seen a pack of ethereal tea for four hundred years, but he didn't expect it to appear again.

Mo Xie saw Elder Xing Ge coming over, and hurriedly got up and saluted. An unfathomable character, it's better not to be offended.

Xing Ge Lao twisted his beard and smiled. "Little Holy Friend, how about I give 20,000 spars to buy your tea." After speaking, a small bag of hedron was fed into the light screen.

"Thank you, seniors". Mo Xie took out the black tea and handed it to Xing Ge Lao.

Xing Zhi took the black tea bag and put it in front of his eyes and sniffed it gently. Looking at Mo Ye with a smile, the bright smile made people feel like bathing in the sun. "Little Shengyou, below is the pavilion elder Xing Zhi of the stall market, I have a reluctant request. I wonder if the Holy Friends will be able to say yes."

Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, the old man of the pavilion of the stall market, how big is this old man. I really don't know how to do things, I can do things in this stall, and I have added an old word, so I am not an ordinary person, just like the sect has no "old" word except for the patriarch and elders. Mo Xie hurriedly said, "Pavilion Elder, please command."

"I can't talk about it, in fact, it's nothing, please let the little holy friend taste this tea with me."

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, "I still have important things to handle."

"What do little saints want to do, you can tell me, I will tell someone to do it."

"This ......".

"You're welcome, I see that the little saint friend is like an old friend, and if the little saint friend is not something unspeakable, he can say it directly."

"It's nothing, I'm going to use this money to buy Fire Devouring Crystals."

"Oh, this matter is easy to do, Yu Sheng will leave this matter to you. It should be the best in color". Elder Xing Ge turned around and shouted. A man dressed as a disciple immediately appeared in front of Xing Zhi. Mo Xie had no choice but to hand over the spar bag to the man named Yu Sheng.

Xing Zhi smiled slightly. Walk towards the pillar of light in the distance. Escorted by everyone's envious gaze, Mo Ye silently followed Xing Zhi. Through the light screen, Xing Zhi said, "One hundred and one layer."

The light flashed, and Mo Ye felt a sudden light in front of him, and looked at it. One hundred and one floor, not very large, like the very top of the building. A transparent semi-circular light screen is covered, and outside the light screen, the white clouds float, like a viewing platform among the white clouds. A view of the boundless sea of clouds. It is like a light boat floating on the clouds, sailing in the vast clouds.

"How about it, little saint friend, I'm comparable to a fairyland, right?" Xing Zhi saw Mo Xie looking around and laughed softly.

How is the fairyland, Mo Ye has never heard of it, let alone heard anyone talk about it. But it's the first time I've seen such a cloudy sea realm.

Mo Ye had no choice but to smile, "There is a psychedelic artistic conception."

Xing Zhi smiled, didn't say much, walked to a light screen and lightly clicked, and a glow flew out. Immediately, a beautiful mountain and river appeared. The mountains are picturesque, the water is like a belt, and the city is like a point floating through, like looking down from a high altitude, and there is no end at a glance.

Mo Xie frowned slightly, how could the thousands of miles of rivers in front of him be so familiar, as if lingering in a dream, and as if breeding in his heart, with dreams, with nostalgia, with the noise of the small town and the smoke of the countryside. It was a beautiful sight that often appeared in the lonely night. It is the sorrow of the heart that pulls the heart on a clear and moonlit night. Leisurely, ripples, veins, tides. Introduce the Mo Evil in the contemplation into the forbidden land in the depths of the soul.

Xing Zhi gently and slowly took out the bag of black tea from the holy bag, and slowly and trembled and placed it on a small square platform in front of the light screen. The eyes seem to be lost, and they seem to be in a faint memory. One small step back, another small step, another small step. A thin cushion appeared in front of him, and his knees knelt on it little by little, and his hands kept shaking and falling in front of him. Gently supporting the ground, he slowly and leisurely buckled one head, another head. After the three heads, he didn't raise his head, his shoulders kept twitching, and he seemed to be choked, shaking Mo Ye's heart.

Mo Xie stood there and stared for a long time, he could feel Xing Ge Lao's state of mind, it was not a holy realm powerhouse, but also a person in the shopping mall, but an old man, an old man in the thoughts of life, an old man living in memories. He was recalling the frolic in the fields and ditches, the bamboo forest where he listened to the cicadas singing and the birds singing, the figures that seemed to linger in the wind and snow, the drizzle, and the old faces wandering countless times in the streets and alleys.

Tears burst down the embankment, torrential dripping. It is like running wild in the rain, letting the wind blow whirring; Let it rain, and let it rain. Can't tell whether the tears are dissolving into the rain or the heart is dissolving into the pain? Before the sobbing stopped, Mo Xie was already in tears. The tears were hazy, I couldn't see clearly, there were mountains, there was water, that was the city of my hometown, and there was the smoke of my hometown. The vast expanse, crystal clear, the sea and the sky, unclear.

A long sigh came from all over the ages. Xing Zhi slowly raised his cloudy eyes and sat on the ground. He glanced sideways at Mo Ye with tears on his face. "Come, little saint, sit down and talk with me for a while."

Mo Ye wiped the tears from his face and walked over. Sit across from the small table that Xing Zhi didn't know when Lu Dao had set up.

"Little Shengyou, hometown tea is rare, so I don't need to entertain you with tea from my hometown. Let's have a taste."

Mo Xie glanced at Xing Zhi, there was nothing to hide, the two of them had already tacitly understood that they had forgotten the New Year's feelings, and the pity of their fellow villagers.

Mo Xie took out a small packet of white tea from his arms and put it on the table.

"White Tea in Creek City". The old man was startled, staring at the small bag of white tea with incredible eyes. The hand immediately shook again, and the tea lid in his hand crackled with a crisp trill.

"Kid, you're really from the ethereal puppet."

Mo Ye nodded. Whoosh, the table in front of the two of them, the tea set, and the bag of white tea all disappeared. Xing Zhi grabbed Mo Ye's shoulders and looked at Mo Ye's face carefully, just like an elder looking at his long-lost child lovingly, looking so fine and soft. Warm love, warm light, caressing every inch of skin on Mo Ye's face. Gently soothe, move slowly. He saw himself as a young man and his childhood companions. "Like, true, no, yes, really, where you came from, I saw it, I felt it, I heard it."

Xing Zhi held Mo Ye in his arms, he was not Mo Ye, it was his relatives, it was his hometown, he smelled the breath of his hometown, and felt the sunshine of his hometown. It's so warm, it's so familiar, how many times can you feel it in your dreams, you can feel it now, how many times you can touch it in your dreams, you can touch it now.

Xing Zhi stroked Mo Ye's hair.

"Child, how is your hometown"?

"Good"!

Xing Zhi's eyes blurred.

"Has your hometown changed a lot"?

"Big"!

Two lines of hot tears flowed, dripping down. It dripped on Mo Ye's head and slid down on Mo Ye's body. No one knows whether it is Mo Ye's tears or the old man's sadness.

In the sea of clouds, a young man and an old man sat next to each other, and did not drink the tea again, but said that about the tea. After chatting for a long time, I don't know what to say. I only know that the stars are lit up and the sunset is set. White and black, dark and bright. By the time the two of them woke up from tears and laughter, it had been a few days.

When the gorgeous sun dyed the red light screen again, Mo Ye looked at Xing Zhi. "Ge Lao, Mo Xie is about to leave."

"Little folk, don't you think about what I said?" (To be continued......)