My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 135 Drinking This Tea Has the Effect of Peace of Mind

Misty Peak, in the original practice field.

A few futons, a few desks are laid out in the practice field.

Chunyu, Chunshi, Chunlei, the elders Sanchun from Xianmen in the Holy Land of Zhongzhou sat stiffly on the futon, like courtiers facing a king, cautiously lest they be impolite, and then be pushed out to be beheaded.

Han Shou sits on a futon at the top.

Chen Cui and Qi Lu stood behind Han Shou with their hands down, their mocking eyes fell on the faces of the three fidgeting elders.

The three elders of the God Transformation Realm were originally giants in the cultivation world, and if they stomped their feet, they would shake the Southern Wilderness three times.

At this moment, he is extremely well-behaved and honest, not even daring to move more.

The training ground faces the wind on three sides, and the violent mountain wind "huhu" blows past, causing the people's clothes to flutter and their temple hair to flutter.

"Shasha~"

Ling'er came slowly with a jade-colored tray.

On the tray are four suet jade teacups and a purple sand teapot.

"Master, please use tea!"

Ling'er put a teacup on the table in front of Han Shou with a sweet smile.

Then he smiled and put the other three mutton fat jade teacups on the table in front of the three elders of Xianmen.

The three elders were startled by Fu Linger's pretty face with malicious smiles, and hurriedly took the teacups and thanked them:

"Thank you Fu Zhangguan!"

"How dare you bother Fu Zhangguan to serve tea in person? How can a poor Taoist afford it?"

"Thank you Fairy Fu!"

Fu Ling'er chuckled: "The three came to the door in person when the master was leaving the customs. I am very happy. Please taste the best white leaf tea from my Piao Miaoguan. Drinking this tea will have the effect of pacifying the eyes. If it weren't for the master Going out, it might not be easy for the three of you to drink!"

The effect of resting in peace!

Elder Sanchun of Xianmen is torn apart!
Is there any poison in the tea?
Han Shou, who didn't know the grudges between the three in front of him and Ling'er, didn't hear it, and thought what she said had the effect of improving eyesight.

Han Shou smiled and stretched out his hand, "Please!"

After finishing speaking, I took a sip of tea, the tea soup was dry and bitter, and the tea water was ordinary well water, how could it be called spiritual tea?
He frowned: "Ling'er, where did you get the spirit tea here? Why does it taste like wax?"

Immediately, the brows were relaxed, and with a thought, there was a three-foot-tall bitter bamboo in his hand. The bitter bamboo had luxuriant branches and leaves, not only a large number of mature bamboo leaves, but also dozens of young leaves.

"Forget it, let's make tea with the young leaves of bitter bamboo!"

As soon as the bitter bamboo appeared, a strong aura immediately spread out.

"Pippyppyppy..." The eyes of the little fox who kept rubbing his belly lit up, he stared straight at the bitter bamboo and moaned softly and eagerly.

Han Shou threw the bitter bamboo up in the air and flicked it with his fingers.

"Srust~Srust"

Dozens of green and tender leaves on the bitter bamboo automatically detached, and then out of thin air, a ball of Samadhi real fire was born to roast the young leaves seven or eight inches apart.

"Woooooooo~"

The young leaves follow Han Shou's mind and stir fry automatically around the Samadhi real fire.

Wisps of refreshing faint fragrance spread out, and the entire Misty Peak is almost covered with the elegant fragrance of bamboo leaves. Just one sniff of this fragrance can make people energetic, and even wisdom seems to be enhanced, making thoughts more organized .

Elder Sanchun was already dumbfounded, staring blankly at the bitter bamboo that was faintly flowing with spiritual light, his pupils shrank into the eyes of needles.

There was a turbulent wave in my heart, and I exchanged glances frantically:

"Spirit...spirit root?"

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, has Pindao gone mad?"

"This is a spiritual root! He...he took it out casually, broke off the young leaves and used it to stir-fry tea?"

"Violent waste, violent waste!"

"Could this Master Misty be an immortal descended from the heavens?"

"No, no, 200 years ago, the Immortal Baishu of our sect borrowed the treasure to descend to the earth for a short time, and the materials from the heavenly realm were far inferior. Did you forget that the Immortal Baishu once lamented that there are not many spiritual roots even in the heavenly realm, and they are extremely precious!"

"What's more, the spiritual root produced by True Monarch Misty is definitely not the lowest low-grade, at least it is a middle-grade or even... even a high-grade spiritual root!"

……

"Pimpypypypy~" the little fox called softly in a pitiful voice.

Han Shou rubbed the little furry head of the little fox: "The little thing is hungry?"

"Pimym!" The little fox nodded frantically.

"You want to eat bitter bamboo?"

"Pyrim!"

"Hey, don't the foxes like to eat meat? Why can you eat bitter bamboo?"

The little fox rolled his eyes, and hurriedly jumped around him, but his eyes were fixed on the three-foot-long bitter bamboo.

Han Shou laughed, "That's all!"

"It's just for you to eat. I want to see if the fox clan can eat bamboo."

"Shu~"

The bitter bamboo hanging in the air fluttered down in front of the little fox. The little fox excitedly shook its two fluffy snow-white tails, hugged the crisp and green bamboo tube with a "swish", opened its mouth, and bit the sharp fangs into pieces with a "click". The small bamboo tube rolled its eyes beautifully as if enjoying the supreme delicacy, and chewed and swallowed it with big mouthfuls.

Elder Sanchun's eyes almost popped.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

He could hardly bear to growl and stop this violent scene.

Thoughts are wailing in my heart:

"Ancestor, hurry up and punish this fox demon to death!"

"This is a spiritual root, a spiritual root!"

"Is it such a waste?"

"The spirit root, which even the ancestors of our sect who became immortals could not dream of, was chewed up and eaten by this beast."

"Shut up, shut up!"

Bitter bamboo is chewed and the juice is flying, exuding surging aura and amazing fragrance, which even overwhelms the fragrance of the bamboo leaf tea being roasted.

The Taoist Chunyu in a red robe "Gulong Gulong" swallowed his saliva, staring straight at the little fox who was chewing "Kacha Kacha" with relish.

His eyes almost reached out to grab the bitter bamboo.

The other two Taoist Chunshi and Taoist Chunlei were even more miserable, and their saliva was about to flow out.

"Cough cough~"

After eating a few mouthfuls, the little fox coughed again and again because he couldn't swallow enough.

Han Shou scolded angrily: "No one is robbing you, why are you gobbling so much?"

"Piji~" the little fox whimpered twice in protest, still hung her head down and gorged.

Fu Ling'er stared at the little fox in amazement, the fluffy snow-white mass made her eyes shine, and she wanted to hold her in her arms and ruthlessly ravage her: "Master!"

"Where did you come from, this little snow-white fox?"

Han Shou's face remained unchanged: "Don't say it, don't say it!"

Fu Linger pouted.

"Hey, it still has two tails. Could it be a spirit beast with the blood of a nine-tailed sky fox?"

"Master, can I hug it?"

Nine-tailed fox!

Han Shou suddenly realized that the little thing in front of him ate a three-color lotus seed and grew an extra tail. Isn't this... the symbol of the Qingqiu Fox Clan?

When I was in the wilderness before, I didn't pay attention to the little fox, and I didn't notice that it had an extra tail until now.

Qingqiu is hundreds of thousands of miles away from Zhoushan Mountain!
This distance, compared to the vastness of the prehistoric, is simply the distance of the neighbor next door.

Han Shou stared at the little fox in a daze, with a strange expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand and put it on the little fox's head.

The immortal essence surged and circled in its body.

really,

This little thing's roots are very extraordinary, and its bloodline is extremely pure, so it must be a direct descendant of Qingqiu's lineage, not a mixed blood sky fox.

"Pyripyrim~"

The little fox yelled in protest, and then what to do, he was just a fox for cooking!
Just when Han Shou lost his mind.

"Zizi~"

The young leaves that were stir-fried under the real fire of Samadhi in mid-air gave off a burnt smell.

"Ok?"

Han Shou hastily collected the Samadhi real fire, looked at the scorched young leaves in mid-air, frowned, and threw away dozens of bamboo leaves casually.

Apologetically, he said to Elder Sanchun: "The three of you have been waiting for so long, and the result..."

"It's Han who didn't think well, and the first time he fried tea, he failed."

Sanchun's cheeks twitched, and he nodded dumbly: "You are being polite, we should just do as we please!"

Han Shou thought for a while, then glanced at the nearly a hundred people on the platform on the mountainside who were eagerly looking at him.

With a finger, a beam of precious light was shot between the eyebrows, which turned into a brewing gourd.

"Om~"

"Shhhh~"

The gourd is suspended in the air, spraying out thousands of bitter bamboos and linden trees of different heights.

Thousands of bitter bamboos and bodhi trees are complete with roots and leaves, and the precious light shoots up into the sky in an instant, and the majestic aura almost becomes a materialized spiritual mist that covers Misty Peak.

Elder Sanchun was dumbfounded.

Fu Linger, Qi Lu, and Chen Cui opened their mouths in shock.

The faces of many disciples on the mountainside were distorted, and they fell into extreme shock.

Even the cheerful little fox, holding the bitter bamboo and gnawing on it, let the bitter bamboo fall to the ground with a "click", staring blankly at the bitter bamboo and linden trees all over the sky.

Although the little fox is a direct descendant of Qingqiu, Honghuang does have a variety of acquired spiritual roots.

But the bodhi tree in front of him was carefully cultivated from the seeds of the Zhunti sage himself, and the bitter bamboo was the son of the ten innate spiritual roots, which was cultivated by the sage himself.

In terms of preciousness, it is by no means inferior to middle-grade or even top-grade acquired spiritual roots.

Han Shou coughed lightly: "Ling'er, find a place to plant these bitter bamboos and bodhi trees on the mountain."

"Look for a few more disciples to pick some bodhi seeds, young leaves, and bamboo shoots, cook them and serve them to guests."

Slightly smiled: "I, the master of the temple, have not met the disciples of Piao Miao's lineage yet, so I will hold a banquet today, and let all the disciples of the disciples participate!"

"This can also be regarded as my greeting gift to Quanguan disciples!"

(End of this chapter)