White tea legend

Chapter 264: Battle of Demons
"My lord, is that man really your master?"

Demon Lord Zizhu is the second in command of the demon world, second only to the Demon King and above all demons.

Zizhu was wearing a purple gown, with an upright figure, like a pine or cypress. He had a handsome face, a cold look between his brows, eyes as deep as stars, black and shiny hair fluttering in the wind, and a unique temperament, with both the domineering power of a demon king and the elegance of a scholar, which made the witches in the demon world fall in love with him.

He had slender fingers, and his fingertips gently stroked the purple jade flute in his hand. He looked at the black-clothed fairy in the distance and asked the Demon King.

The devil was also looking at the fairy in black. After hearing Zizhu's words, he nodded.

"But the king once said that his master was a man, and this fairy is obviously a woman."

"A god can transform into various forms, but she can't change her gender?"

The Demon King looked at Demon Lord Zizhu impatiently, with some old hatred clearly in his eyes.

Rather than calling it old grudge, it would be more accurate to say it is jealousy.

The Demon Lord looks handsome, and is one of the most handsome men in the demon world. Although he may not be able to enjoy this honor after leaving the demon world, the witches in the demon world have never eaten anything good, and the Demon Lord's honor is enough to make them obsessed.

Other witches would be fine, but there was a little fairy named Xiao Mi who pursued the Demon King madly, which made the Demon King very unhappy, because the Demon King originally planned to make Xiao Mi his concubine, but Xiao Mi was willing to seek death for the Demon King Zizhu, and even committed suicide.

The devil felt very ashamed. There was no point in getting a woman through violence and power if he couldn't convince her with his charm.

So, the Demon King allowed Xiao Mi to harass Demon Lord Zizhu and just watched without saying anything or stopping her.

What makes the devil even more depressed is that this little girl is actually unrequited love.

To Demon Lord Zizhu, Xiao Mi is no different from any of the three thousand witches pursued by the demon world. No matter how hard Xiao Mi pesters him, Demon Lord Zizhu remains unmoved.

The Demon King felt pitiful when he saw Xiao Mi's unrequited love. One day, he couldn't stand it anymore and reminded Demon Lord Zizhu, "What's wrong with you taking her in?"
Why should I take her in?

She likes you so much...

That's her business.

Love or not love is a personal matter and others cannot do anything about it.

The devil couldn't help but feel heartbroken. When it comes to love, he is as pitiful as Xiao Mi, both are poor bastards who are in unrequited love.

With sympathy for Xiao Mi and resentment for having his love taken away from him, the Demon King spoke to Demon Lord Zizhu in a bad tone.

"As long as the king has not made a mistake, it's fine." Demon Lord Zizhu said to the Demon Lord while looking at the back of the fairy in black.

The Demon King argued with him: "So what if she admitted her mistake? Has she done any harm to the Demon World?"

Demon Lord Zizhu was stunned.

It seems not.

Not only did it not hurt, it seemed to help.

In the harsh land of the demon world, the black fairy stood alone in a desolate place.

She was wearing a black dress, her hair was like a waterfall, her skin was white as snow, she was like a blooming night flower.

She held a few white tea tree seeds in her hand. The black-clothed fairy gently buried the seeds in the soil, then gently brushed the ground with her slender fingers, and a faint fairy air flowed from her fingertips and seeped into the soil.

Under the nourishment of the fairy spirit of the black-clothed fairy, the seeds of the white tea tree began to sprout, and tender green seedlings broke through the soil. These seedlings were particularly tenacious in the harsh environment of the demon world. They worked hard to absorb the fairy spirit and nutrients in the soil, and gradually grew into large tea trees.

The leaves of the white tea tree are as green as jade, exuding a faint tea fragrance. They are particularly eye-catching in the land of the demon world, and they have become an oasis in the demon world at the fastest speed.

The fairy in black stood under the white tea tree, gently stroking the trunk. She hoped that these white tea trees would become the hope of the demon world and bring vitality and vigor to this barren land.

The Demon Realm is a world full of darkness and death. The people live in this desolate land with despair and helplessness in their eyes. They have never seen green plants, let alone experienced the breath of life. The environment in the Demon Realm is harsh, the sky is gloomy, the land is barren, and the air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur, as if everything is shrouded by the devil's curse.

However, when the black fairy planted white tea trees in the demon world, everything began to change quietly. The white tea trees broke through the soil, and the emerald green leaves were particularly dazzling in the darkness. They exuded a faint fragrance, as if it was the breath of nature, bringing a glimmer of vitality and hope to the demon world.

The people of the demon world were attracted by this strange sight. They gathered around the white tea tree from all directions. They stared with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they saw. They touched the leaves of the white tea tree, feeling the warmth and vitality they had never felt before. They cheered around the white tea tree, with smiles on their faces that they had never seen before.

"What is this? It's so beautiful!"

"I've never seen such a green tree. Does it really grow in the demon world?"

"I felt a strange force, as if it was changing our world."

The people talked excitedly, their voices rising and falling, full of curiosity and surprise. They danced and sang around the white tea tree to celebrate this historic moment.

The Demon King turned to Demon Lord Zizhu and said, "Did you see that? Regardless of whether the black-clothed fairy is my master or not, she has brought vitality to the Demon Realm, which is beneficial to our Demon Realm."

Demon Lord Zizhu frowned, his heart full of doubts. Ever since the black-clothed fairy planted those green plants in the barren land of the demon world, the entire demon world seemed to have undergone subtle changes. However, he couldn't believe that this change would be so sudden and without any cost.

"My king, we don't know the origin of those green trees, nor do we know whether they will have unknown impacts on the demon world. I suggest you act with caution." The voice of Demon Lord Zizhu was low and firm.

The Demon King ignored him and made a decision: "To celebrate the Demon Realm's oasis, we will hold a night banquet so that all the people of the Demon Realm can celebrate this moment together."

Preparations for the night banquet were quickly underway, and the entire demon world was immersed in joy. However, just as the banquet was about to begin, Demon Lord Zizhu blocked the way of the black-clothed fairy.

"What exactly did you plant?" There was unquestionable severity in his voice.

There was a flash of displeasure in the eyes of the black-clad fairy, but she still replied calmly: "It's the white tea tree."

"White tea tree? What is that?" Demon Lord Zizhu obviously didn't buy it.

The black-clothed fairy smiled slightly, and a faint magical power began to emerge around her body. She waved her hand lightly, and the magical power surged to the ground, instantly prompting a white tea tree to grow. The tea leaves were emerald green and exuded a faint tea fragrance. Demon Lord Zizhu looked at the scene in front of him and temporarily forgot his doubts. The black-clothed fairy picked a few tea buds from the tea tree and skillfully made Baihao Yinzhen dry tea. She also conjured a set of exquisite tea sets and began to make tea for Demon Lord Zizhu.

"This is Baihao Yinzhen, a treasure from the white tea tree that I planted myself. It can not only purify the mind, but also strengthen the body." The black-clad fairy's voice was soft but firm.

Demon Lord Zizhu was silent for a moment, and finally sat down, watching every move of the black-clothed fairy making tea. The aroma emanating from the teapot became stronger and stronger, and the whole space was filled with this aroma.

When the first cup of Baihao Yinzhen was handed to Demon Lord Zizhu, he hesitated for a moment, but still drank it in one gulp. As the tea soup entered his mouth, he felt a cool breeze rushing straight into his lungs, and the fatigue in his body seemed to be swept away.

"This... this is really amazing." Demon Lord Zizhu couldn't help but admire.

"The white tea tree can bring not only vitality and greenery to the demon world, but also spiritual purification and rebirth." The black-clothed fairy said lightly.

The night banquet began, and the people of the demon world gathered together. They sat around the bonfire, and the firelight illuminated their excited faces. On this special night, the Demon King ordered that all the precious food and wine in the demon world be served at the banquet, so that the people could enjoy it to their heart's content.

The atmosphere of carnival spread in the demon world. The people sang and danced, and laughter echoed in the air. They raised their glasses and drank the fine wine, with happy smiles on their faces. On this night, they forgot the darkness and terror of the demon world and immersed themselves in the rare joy.

As the night deepened, the bonfire burned more vigorously. The people danced happily around the fire. Their dancing was either elegant or bold, but full of vitality and energy. Their laughter and cheers intertwined, and they were extremely happy.

At the climax of the carnival, the black fairy also joined in. She was dressed in a black dress, as elegant as the goddess of the night. She waved her hands and cast a magic spell to light up the night sky. Bright stars fell from the sky, illuminating the entire demon world. The people were amazed and thanked the black fairy one after another.

The devil stood on the high platform, watching his people's revelry, his heart filled with satisfaction and joy.

Suddenly, the general guarding the demon world came to report that the demon world was invading. This news was like a thunderbolt, instantly breaking the tranquility of the demon world.

The demon world and the devil world have always been at odds with each other. For a long time, the fighting and hatred between the two sides have been deep-rooted. When the people of the demon world heard the news, they stopped what they were doing and the smiles on their faces disappeared. They knew that this meant a fierce battle was about to begin.

The Demon King quickly summoned the generals of the Demon Realm and began to discuss countermeasures. They decided to immediately organize the Demon Realm's army to prepare for the attack from the Demon Realm. The people of the Demon Realm also responded one after another, they took up arms and prepared to fight to defend their homes.

At the command of the Demon King, the army of the Demon Realm quickly assembled. They were wearing black armor and holding sharp blades. They had to do their best to defend the dignity and glory of the Demon Realm to the death.

The demon army came with great force, and they attempted to launch a sneak attack while the demon world was reveling. However, they did not expect the demon world to respond so quickly. With the heroic resistance of the demon army, the demon world's attack was successfully blocked.

The battle was extremely fierce. Although the Demon Realm successfully repelled the attack of the Monster Realm in the end, it also suffered heavy casualties.

After the fierce battle, the sky of the demon world was covered with smoke and dust, and there was a dead silence. The battlefield was littered with the corpses and wounded of the demon world warriors, and the blood dyed the earth red. Those once brave and fearless warriors now fell in a pool of blood, groaning in pain.

The black-clad fairy quickly walked to the middle of the wounded and began to treat them. She waved her sleeves gently, and magical rays of light flowed out from her fingertips, covering the wounded. Under her treatment, the wounds of those wounded soldiers gradually healed and the pain was relieved a lot.

However, Demon Lord Zizhu accused the black fairy of being hypocritical and asked her why she didn't help in the war. His voice was full of anger and distrust: "Since you have such great power, why did you stand by and watch our warriors suffer such heavy losses? Aren't you the master of our Demon Lord?"

The black-clothed fairy turned around and looked at Demon Lord Zizhu calmly: "My power is not used for war, but for saving lives. I cannot interfere with the trajectory of fate, but I can use my power to ease the pain of those who are injured."

Demon Lord Zizhu sneered: "You are talking nonsense." Then he turned away.

But after taking a few steps, his legs and feet went weak and he fell forward.

……

Changxi County, top of Taimu Mountain, Baiyuan.

Zhou Lang pushed open the door of Baiyuan.

The fellow disciples came over and asked, "Zhou Lang, you're back from Wangshan?"

Since the tea monopoly order of Changxi white tea was abolished, Changxi white tea has become a tribute tea, and the tea people in Changxi are very busy every day. No matter how busy Zhou Lang is, he has to rush back to visit his junior apprentice Lu Yuming.

The master and his wife went to Chang'an and there was no news from them. Xuanfeng was also missing, so the young disciple Lu Yuming could only be raised by ten disciples.

Every few days, Zhou Lang would return to Taimu Mountain from Wangshanli and visit Lu Yuming in Baiyuan.

Zhou Lang brought back some snacks of the She people in Wangshan to his junior apprentice Lu Yuming, including glutinous rice cakes, black rice, and nine-wen buns. While Lu Yuming was eating, he suddenly burst into tears.

"I want my father and mother, I want my father and mother..."

Zhou Lang felt sad when he saw Lu Yuming. The other brothers were also in a heavy mood. They gathered around Lu Yuming, patted his shoulders gently, and tried to comfort him.

Lu Yuming just kept crying.

Not to mention Lu Yuming, Zhou Lang and his fellow disciples also missed their master and his mistress. They wondered why they had not returned for so long after going to Chang'an.

"Did something happen to Master and his wife in Chang'an?"

"We should send someone to find out."

"I'd better go to the capital myself," said Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang has the best family background among the ten disciples, so it is easier for him to bear all the expenses when he goes out than for his other brothers.

So Zhou Lang left as soon as he said he would.

It would definitely take more than three or five days to get from Changxi to Chang'an. Zhou Lang and his servants rode in the carriage and hurried along. Just as they were about to reach Chang'an, it started to rain heavily.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed like snakes, and thunder rumbled. In an instant, heavy rain poured down like a waterfall. The raindrops hit the ground, splashing water and forming a misty scene. Pedestrians took shelter, and the rain gathered into a stream on the road, gurgling.

Zhou Lang went to the post station to spend the night.

Zhou Lang walked into the post station. In the brightly lit lobby, a monk was sitting at the table with several plates of exquisite side dishes and tea in front of him. The monk tasted the food calmly and savored each dish carefully. His peaceful demeanor was in sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere in the lobby. Zhou Lang was attracted by this peaceful scene and could not help but walk over...

happy father's day