"Qingjue, do you know where jinlingzhu is Ling Chuxi began to think that Xingyang city was as smooth as Xiuzhou city. With her divine sense, even with the protection of the array, it was not too difficult to find a spiritual vein. But now the surrounding mountains stretch for thousands of miles. If you go down one mountain range after another, God knows when to find it.
"I only heard it was near Xingyang city. I don't know exactly where it is." Seeing such a terrain, Huangfu qingjue also gave a bitter smile.
"Forget it. Let's find out." Ling Chuxi said.
Ling Chuxi was experienced in this kind of thing and took Huangfu qingjue to a pub.
The green bricks outside the tavern are mottled, and the wine flag fluttering in the wind has faded for a long time.
The tavern was empty, and there was no guest. Only a white haired shopkeeper was leaning against the table to take a nap. When he heard the sound of their footsteps, the old man opened his eyes and met him.
"My guests, would you like to have a sharp meal or a cup of tea?" It can be seen that the business of the tavern is not very good. It is rare for guests to come to see Ling Chuxi. The shopkeeper's face is full of laughter and the wrinkles on his face are all huddled together.
"Two cups of tea?" Ling Chuxi wanted to have a taste of local food, but when he saw the square table stained with thick oil, he still gave up the idea.
Soon, the old shopkeeper made tea for them.
On the green and quiet tea, there are a few white and crystal flowers floating on it. It looks very attractive. Ling Chuxi sips it lightly, and only feels the fragrance of his teeth and cheek, and the aftertaste is long. Even the consciousness is refreshing, it is a rare good tea.
"Good tea!" Ling Chuxi praised from the bottom of his heart. Such a good tea, not to mention Xiuzhou City, is very rare in ancient families.
"Ha ha, my two guests are also predestined. This tea was handed down by my ancestors. There is not much left until now. If you come a few days later, you will not be able to drink it." Hearing Ling Chuxi boasting about tea, the old shopkeeper was very helpful, he he laughed.
"Shopkeeper, I've been abroad for some time, but I've never seen such a good tea. What's the name of this tea? What is the origin of it? " Ling Chuxi follows the shopkeeper's words, sets up nearly.
"It's just ordinary camellia, which is native to the mountains, and has no name." The manager said with a smile.
"Since it's just ordinary camellia, then just pick some more. How can you not drink it?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously.
"What you don't know, our Xingyang city is surrounded by mountains called Lanyun mountain, and the highest mountain is called Lanyun peak. The mountain tea you drink is produced on the top of Lanyun peak. Ordinary people can't go there. My ancestors had some accomplishments, so they went to lanyunfeng to collect some Camellia from generation to generation. However, since the ancestors, my descendants have no talent for cultivation, so they can't pick this Camellia any more. " The shopkeeper replied.
"Can't anyone else get it?" Ling Chuxi asked. The quality of this tea is not vulgar, and it has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the spirit. It is not excessive to say that it is spiritual tea. If it is collected and sold, it should be able to sell at a good price. The shopkeeper's lack of cultivation does not mean that others do not have the strength.
"I can pick it, but since the Lord of the city issued a ban a hundred years ago, no one dares to go to the Lanyun mountain. Even if it is within a hundred miles of the mountain range, the camellia are less and less." Said the shopkeeper.
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