super hill god

Chapter 48

"The sun, the moon, the stars, the one, the two, the three, the two, the pen with a wonderful pen." While speaking, this old man danced and danced, his hands drew a strange arc in mid-air, fascinated.

This strange behavior further confirmed what Chen Yang thought in his heart, that he was a real Alzheimer's patient.

Poor, it's a lot of age, stupid and stupid, and it's really worrying to turn into what it is now, and I can't bear to look directly at it.

"Young man, this is a precious land, surrounded by mountains, like an immortal lying down, with strength and softness intertwined, hiding the wind and absorbing the water, with the accumulation of real dragon treasure energy, and it is ready to go. If there is a storm, it will be able to fly nine days." The second-hand old man, his eyebrows were beaming, his five fingers were put together into a palm knife, and he kept waving.

"Especially the stone pond in front of your house, it's amazing, it's a rare Hualong pond, and it's the residence of the ancient god of mountains and rivers, it's beyond words."

"But if one's own fate is not prosperous, it is easy to get angry and invite disasters."

I'm really sick, I put myself in the role of Mr. Feng Shui, and I can't get out.

Just to break the pond, what kind of Hualong pond, what kind of moths, all ruined my leisurely afternoon.

"Why, young man, if you don't believe me, it's in vain for me to remind you that young people nowadays are too ignorant. I think back then, when I was an old man, I broke into the Qinling Heavenly Tomb alone and killed everyone..."

It's all nonsense, all about second- and third-rate old-fashioned and weird stories, with inconsistent prefaces and no logic at all.

It took a long time, so it was delayed, the sun was going to the west, and the old man left with a few big peaches before leaving, what else could Chen Yang say, respect the old and love the young.

After dinner, the little ones at home watched cartoons obediently, quite peacefully. A bright moon hung high outside the window, and endless stars twinkled, embellishing the night sky colorfully.

Chen Yang closed the door of the bedroom, and with a thought, he entered the Xuanhuang Realm, and a scent of grass and trees came towards him.

Let's explore this world well today, the old mountain god must have left behind a lot of good things.

Walking in the Xuanhuang Realm, there is soft grass under your feet, which is quite comfortable to step on. Looking around, it is a pity that such a large world, with mountains, waters and fields, is left vacant like this.

Chen Yang didn't have the leisure time to open up wasteland and plow the fields. It was too troublesome. Anyway, now that he had money, playing adventure games leisurely was the right way.

Going forward, there is a white marble spring pool, the spring water is clear and sweet, and I bent down to find two strange ancient characters engraved on the crystal clear spring wall.

Fortunately, the Chinese characters are inherited in the same strain. Chen Yang can vaguely recognize that this is the word "Longquan".

Longquan, the name is good, but it also matches this spring water.

Not staying here for too long, Chen Yang then walked forward, passing through a small piece of forest, passing through a winding stream, and crossing the thick black soil, a simple and dilapidated thatched cottage suddenly appeared in front of him.

The withered yellow color and the weird shape like a small tomb bag give people a bleak feeling of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, which greatly reduces Chen Yang's interest in treasure hunting.

In front of the thatched hut, there was a big purple tree that could not be hugged by five or six people. The trunk was straight and straight without any bends. The leafy branches and sharp tree tip pierced straight into the sky like a sharp sword.

Chen Yang walked slowly, and pushed open the small door of the thatched cottage.

A wide bamboo bed, several yellow wooden chairs, two bluestone tables, a pair of ordinary tea sets are arranged in disorder, and there are still some dried tea stains in the teacups the size of a baby's fist.

Chen Yang sighed slightly, looked out of the window, there was a green lake, only a radius of [-] meters, looking around, it was surrounded by lush, luxuriant low bushes, and the shore of the lake was a soft lawn, dotted with yellow and blue trees. Small, purple wild flowers look from a distance, like silk embroidered with rainbows.

what is that!
Dozens of large brass cauldrons, taller than a person, stood like a rock in the lake, majestic and majestic, like tiger and wolf soldiers waiting to be attacked, guarding something, this sight really surprised people.

Looking from the outside, there is a large bluestone in the center of the lake, with a radius of two feet, as smooth and smooth as a knife. On it is a small crystal tripod, but the size of a face plate, shining brightly under the light.

Once this person's curiosity was aroused, he couldn't stop it, like a flood breaking through the dam, driving Chen Yang to walk towards the lake.

When he arrived at the lake, he took off his shoes on the soles of his feet and rolled up his trousers. Chen Yangguang stepped into the lake barefoot, walked slowly to a big brass tripod, and stopped to stare.

This large brass tripod has three legs and two ears. The wall of the tripod is as smooth as a mirror, and dozens of inscriptions like oracle bone inscriptions are engraved on it. It looks quite majestic and the color of mountains and rivers.

With both hands, Chen Yang lifted the heavy cauldron cover, and the rich tea fragrance came to his face, full of the vicissitudes of history, as if the essence of the years had been condensed, and the rectangular tea bricks, like silver casting, were shining in the light. Shining brightly under the sunlight, neatly stacked together.

Chen Yang picked up a tea brick casually, weighed it, and almost lost his strength, it was too heavy, unbelievable, even heavier than gold, just like real metal.

How is it possible, this is obviously just a piece of tea brick, why it is so heavy, it is unimaginable.

Tea leaves that are as heavy as metal are really rare. I have never heard of such a miracle.

But if you can't figure it out, don't bother, it has always been Chen Yang's principle of doing things.

This tea looks absolutely extraordinary, Chen Yang spent a long time, broke off a small piece of tea brick, and put it in his pocket.

After returning, make a cup of tea and taste how it tastes. This is the collection of the old mountain god, and it should be extraordinary.

His mind moved, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Yang returned to the real world again. There was no change at home. Mengmeng, Yuanyuan, and Lingling formed a row, happily watching cartoons in the living room, sending out bursts of silver bells from time to time like laughter.

Chen Yang went to the kitchen, picked up his own stainless steel kettle, and turned on the faucet. After a bang, the space inside the kettle was filled with tap water, making it heavy.

Unscrewed the gas stove with his left hand, and the light blue flame lit up. He held the stainless steel kettle in his right hand and put it on gently. Ten minutes later, a bright siren sounded, and a large amount of water vapor boiled out.

Chen Yang found a teacup casually, put a pinch of silver tea leaves in it, and immediately after, a gust of boiling hot water poured down, and the rich tea fragrance drifted out, full of a nostalgic taste, making the People seem to recall past events deep in memory.

(End of this chapter)