A treasure map every day, I dig for treasure and revitalize my family

The head of the Shenshui Pavilion has long used no secular name, and people only call him Xuanyuan Zhenren.

He has lived to this day for more than 2,300 years, and his cultivation is in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.

As he finished speaking, a maid came from outside the hall.

She respectfully served tea to Han Tianming and the others, and then left gracefully.

The golden body glanced at the teacup and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then he picked up the bowl of tea with great joy, gently opened the lid of the bowl, and a fragrant smell suddenly poured out.

"Uncle Han Yan, this tea smells so good! Try it quickly!"

In an emergency, he did not care about whether he was against Tiangang or not.

After all, he was one of us, so it didn't matter if Han Yan took advantage of him.

When several people heard his words, they couldn't help but laugh.

"You young man have not seen much of the world, and I'm sorry to make fun of you fellow Taoists."

Han Yan responded well, but he looked a little dull.

After all, it was Jin Shen who taught him these words. If he were to think about it, he would definitely not be able to say it.

Then the few people chatted about all sorts of things, talking about some strange things they had seen or heard.

Jin Shen pretended to drink tea all the time, and seemed to be not interested in what they were talking about.

In fact, Han Yan said all his words.

Although he had not seen much of the world, he had read some classics, knew some ancient and modern secrets, and some things that happened in Cang Yuanzhou.

Therefore, he could resist.

Moreover, this was in line with their status as a hermit family.

If they knew everything about the world, why would they hide in the world?

"Daoyou, please have some tea!"

As if he was a little thirsty, Xuan Yuan Zhenren picked up the teacup beside him and, as if he did not forget the etiquette, invited Han Yan to have some tea.

Han Yan just nodded and dealt with it with a smile.

After talking for a while, the elder of Shenshui Pavilion said again:

"Daoyou, have some tea!"

"Drink tea first!"

Although these people didn't dare to force it, they intentionally or unintentionally led the topic to the tea.

Seeing that they were urging more and more urgently, Jinshen smiled without saying anything, and raised his head to drink the tea in his bowl upside down.

"Don't tease them, drink the tea."

He reminded Han Yan.

"Oh, okay."

Han Yan responded clumsily in his mind.

Then he smiled and said to the others:

"Oh, I'm a little thirsty after talking for so long!"

Han Yan then slowly picked up the cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp under the expectant eyes of the others.

Then everyone smiled with satisfaction.

After another round of rambling, Xuanyuan Zhenren cleared his throat and said:

"Daoyou Han came to visit late at night, and it was hard all the way. Why don't you stay in my pavilion for a while?"

"That's good!"

Han Yan smiled.

There was no need for the golden body to remind him of this.

Then Zhang Qingxuan led the two away.

When only Xuanyuan Zhenren and the other four were left in the hall, their expressions suddenly changed.

They were no longer smiling, but looked a little solemn and gloomy.

"At least he drank it."

"Well, the guy called Han Yan is quite powerful, but he seems a little cautious and has been stalling for time."

"Fortunately, there was that kid next to him. If he hadn't drunk it first and hadn't shown any abnormality for a long time, Han Yan probably wouldn't have drunk tea."

There were only tea leaves left in the two teacups on the table, and the tea had been drunk up.

"The hidden Han family... I haven't heard of it..."

"Bi Cang Jianmu is really attractive. Even such a family can't help but be moved..."

Xuanyuan Zhenren showed a sneer on his face.

"He has his way to heaven, but I also have my immortal platform..."

There was a flash of green light in his eyes.

"Keep an eye on it, don't do anything weird."

Zhang Qingxuan led the two golden bodies into a loft.

"Senior, my friend, please stay in this loft."

"If you need anything, just tell the disciples at the door."

After that, Zhang Qingxuan said goodbye and left.

At this point, only the golden body and Han Yan were left in the loft.

The burly red-haired Taoist moved his lips slightly, but was grabbed by the golden body's wrist.

"Don't worry."

"There are indeed rare treasures in the Shenshui Pavilion, and I believe that everyone in the entire sphere of influence can see it clearly."

"Not to mention that we are in the loft, and we are all under the other party's eyes."

This was conveyed to Han Yan by the golden body through the divine seed, and he really stopped.

It turned out that the two of them seemed to have drunk the two cups of tea just now, but in fact they didn't drink it.

The golden body is not a human body, so even if there is more poison in the tea, what can it do?

As for Han Yan, his life magic weapon never left his body, and he placed it in his stomach when drinking tea.

The interior of the volcano magic weapon was hollow, so the tea went directly into the mountain after passing through the throat.

"Actually, there is nothing mysterious, it is still the water of the Shenshui Mirror Lake."

The two of them were lying on a master's chair, and they did not communicate with their mouths, let alone transmit voice.

Walls have ears, even secret voice transmission may be captured.

Only by communicating with the gods, similar to telepathy, this method of transmitting information is really incomparably reliable.

The golden body held the tea cup for the longest time, and saw the situation clearly.

There is nothing worth praising about the spiritual tea itself, and the tea leaves are just ordinary spiritual tea.

The reason why it has such a refreshing fragrance is because it uses the water of the Mirror Lake.

It just adds a wisp of Shenshui water essence.

The ability of the water in the mirror lake to produce spiritual energy cannot be underestimated. Just one drop can drain the vast sea of ​​foundation-building monks.

Although this effect is short-term, after a while the lake water loses its characteristics, and the spiritual energy sucked out of it will naturally be put back.

But it is still amazing. At least it can make the monks lose their spiritual energy in a short period of time, leaving them unable to resist.

A drop of water has such power, let alone a cup of tea?

Among them, the water essence is even more powerful. Since the other party dares to use it, it can also be effective against the god-transforming monks.

"Now it seems that many people may have died in this Shenshui Pavilion."

Jin Shenyong leaned lazily on the Taishi chair, almost as if he was about to fall asleep, but his thoughts were extremely vivid.

In front of it is Bicang Mountain, which attracts people's attention, and Shenshui Pavilion is the only righteous sect in the southwest border area besides Bicang Mountain.

In addition, it seems that there is no idea of ​​​​coveting Bicang Jianmu, which will definitely attract many righteous monks to settle here.

Not only because of its identity, but also because of the strength of Shenshui Pavilion.

Among the Huashen Sect, Shenshui Pavilion's strength can only be considered average.

Who dares to come to Bicang Mountain to get a share of the pie? Which cultivation level can be lower than the middle stage of Divine Transformation?

It is precisely because they think that Shen Shui Pavilion is good to others, and even if they want to plot evil, they do not have the strength, this has become the natural disguise of Shen Shui Pavilion.

"Need help?"

In his mind, there was originally a conversation between the two, but suddenly there was a voice.

The golden figure lying on the Taishi chair had a smile on his lips.

But it turned out that it was Han Tianming himself who interrupted. This is the power of the Shepherd's Sutra.

The condensed divine seeds are too convenient for communication, otherwise Han Tianming would not think of extending his tentacles to the distant Cangyuan Continent.

After all, even the scope of the treasure map has not yet expanded to the boundaries of Cangyuan Continent.

Jin Shen slowly stood up from the Grand Master's chair and walked to the quiet room, but he responded in his heart:

"It's not necessary, I can still handle it."