Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

Zhongzhou, with outstanding people, is the most vast piece of land among the five domains.

Located near the ancestral line of Zhongzhou, Tianyu City, located in the hinterland of the territory of the Yuhua God Dynasty, is naturally not just a city for mortals, there are also many monks haunting it.

It is mainly concentrated in some restaurants and teahouses that serve monks, such as the Guizhen Teahouse in the center of the city.

It is said that here occasionally guests will be provided with spirit tea brewed from dragon marrow. If ordinary people drink a cup, they will heal their illnesses and strengthen their bodies without illnesses.

Even a monk can prolong his life for several years if he drinks it!
It is a rare and rare thing.

However, although there is no clear rule that ordinary people are not allowed to enter this kind of place, it is basically acquiesced, and usually no ordinary person will go there to find trouble.

There is no way, even the rich in the world are full of pressure on the consumption of Guizhen Tea House.

Even the dragon marrow, which can prolong life, can be used to make tea and sell it. It is conceivable that that cup of tea is definitely priceless.

Ling Song stood at the door of Guizhen Tea House, looked up at the plaque on the door couplet.

The two characters "Guizhen" are drawn with silver hooks and iron, with three points of penetrating power, and there is a faint sense of Dao rhyme flowing, which is obviously also from the hands of a powerful monk.

"Go away, go away, ask for food and go somewhere else!" Suddenly, a voice full of disgust came from my ear.

Ling Song followed the prestige, but saw someone walking out from the gate of the restaurant.

It's the young boy in Tsing Yi who welcomes guests in the restaurant.

The other party was waving at her, as if to repel flies.

Apparently he regarded her as a beggar.

Ling Song lowered his head and glanced at his patched clothes, pursed his lips slightly.

No wonder people look down on them.If she is open for business, I am afraid that no one will regard her clothes as a normal customer.

She didn't speak, but directly walked past the young man in blue, and instantly appeared at the stairs of the teahouse, and walked up the stairs.

The young man in green felt a cool wind blowing by, and found that the person disappeared in front of his eyes, and he was a little dazed.

Looking back, he suddenly found that Ling Song was already standing on the stairs, and his face turned pale immediately.

"Too bad, he has cultivated at such a young age. Could it be the little princess who sneaked out of some palace?" The young servant in Tsing Yi hurriedly chased after him, wanting to apologize to Ling Song.

Tianyu City is located within the territory of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, and the territory of the Divine Dynasty naturally does not have the soil for the survival of other forces in the practice world.

The monks who appeared here were either casual cultivators, or disciples sent by other forces to travel the world, or members of Yuhua Shenchao's own family.

The latter accounted for the majority.

For a little girl like Ling Song who is alone and close to her body, she is naturally regarded by the servant as someone from the Yuhua Dynasty.

When the boy chased upstairs, Ling Song had already found an empty seat in a corner.

"Young guest officer, I'm really sorry, I just blame my blind eyes and ignorance of the real phoenix in the world. Please don't take the blame for what offended me just now!" The young servant in Tsing Yi earnestly apologized to Ling Song.

It was not because he was afraid that Ling Song would attack him, no one dared to attack him casually in Guizhen Tea House, but mainly because he was afraid that Ling Song would go to the owner of the tea house to expose his previous behavior.

Ling Song obviously didn't have such thoughts.

She glanced at this guy, and happened to be too lazy to call Xiaoer anymore, so she simply ordered: "A pot of hot tea with almonds and purple bamboo shoots, a bowl of glutinous rice balls, and a plate of lotus root powder and sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Purple bamboo shoot tea is the tea that Ling Song often drank when he followed Gongyang Yongming.Dried and tender purple bamboo shoots are cooked with a few almonds, and then poured with tea, the taste is very good.

As for the glutinous rice balls, I won’t talk about them, they are the most common food in the countryside.

Osmanthus cake with lotus root powder is eaten less, which can only be eaten when the osmanthus is in bloom.

The three kinds of food are Ling Song's favorite foods.

But she forgot that this is a tea house exclusively for monks.

In the teahouse, there are Baiye tea, dragon beard jade tea, obsidian nectar tea and other spiritual teas that monks often drink, as well as snacks such as steamed firebird eggs, Zhaoyu lion head, bitter bamboo and chicken feet.

Only these mortals, as Ling Song said, did not eat.

Although the three things she mentioned are very common among the people, few monks are willing to eat them.

For monks, these things are real reincarnation sundries, which are of no help to their practice.The contained essence is too little, almost negligible, eating them is a waste of time.

As a result, the young boy in Tsing Yi's face became bitter on the spot.

"This... Wait a minute, sir, I'll send someone to prepare it for you right away." He cupped his hands, went downstairs with a face full of helplessness, went to the back kitchen and found a companion who was in charge of purchasing ingredients, and asked him to help him buy a copy outside. return.

When the companion heard the words, he was immediately stunned: "How can there be a customer ordering this kind of thing? Could it be some upstart in the city who came to experience it here?"

This kind of thing has not happened.

Open the door to do business, as long as the other party can afford the money, does it matter if he is a mortal or a monk?
It's just that it's hard for ordinary people to know what the monks usually eat and drink, just like the emperor uses a golden hoe, those nouveau riche came in to order food, and made a lot of jokes.

"It was ordered by a little fairy teacher." The young servant in Tsing Yi hung his head and briefly talked about the matter with Ling Song.

"So, the other party is deliberately making things difficult for you?" The companion in the back kitchen widened his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that she was so young and dressed so poorly, but she was still a cultivator. If I had known earlier, I would..." The boy in Tsing Yi was full of complaints, complaining that Ling Song pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and was annoyed at what he did back then. Is it because the dog sees people low?

In short, I really want to take a regret medicine.

"You should really be thankful that people are kind-hearted."

The companion in the back kitchen patted him on the shoulder, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but couldn't help feeling that his companion was lucky.

Otherwise, if you meet a bad-tempered immortal cultivator and slap him into a meat paste on the spot, the owner of the teahouse will not dare to say anything, and you have to thank him for cleaning up the house for him.

"Okay, I'll go buy it right away, there should be some in the restaurant next door, you should remember better next time."

"Thank you!"

……

Ling Song obviously didn't know what happened in the back kitchen.

In just half a cup of tea, the young man in Tsing Yi had already brought over what she wanted, including an extra pot of spirit tea.

"Guest officer, this is what you asked for. It's all in place. As an apology, we will give you an extra pot of Baibao tea. Please take care of the previous matter!" The young man in Tsing Yi apologized again.

Although the pot of Hundred Treasures tea is the lowest quality spiritual tea in the teahouse, it takes half a gold leaf to buy a pot.

Given his status in the teahouse, it was obvious that he was bleeding profusely.

Ling Song was surprised by this, she frowned and said, "I didn't blame you, I can't afford this pot of spiritual tea."

Haven't blamed it yet?
The boy in Tsing Yi had a bitter expression on his face, where would a monk not be able to pay for a pot of inferior spiritual tea?

Doesn't this make it clear that he was still watching people's behavior through the crack of the door before him?

He could only pretend that he didn't understand, and explained patiently with a bitter face: "Guest officer, don't worry, this pot of tea is a gift from the tea house, and there is no money required."

"That's it, that's good." Ling Song nodded slightly, "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, as long as the guest officer calms down!" The young man cupped his hands, finally heaving a sigh of relief.