Journey To Longevity

The sun rises, and the dawn breaks.

It has been raining all night on Biyuan Mountain. The drizzle has been raining for several days. Today it has cleared up and the weather is slightly cool. There are little drops of water on the grass leaves under the old trees outside the small courtyard, reflecting a fine long figure.

It was sunny after the rain, and the humidity in this mountain was still very heavy. Zhang Shiping was wearing a bamboo hat and a bamboo basket. .

This year, the spirit tea suffered from insect damage and its growth was average. After he handed in the fifteen catties of first-class spirit tea set by the sect, there were much less tea left in the second-tier spirit tea garden that could meet the aura standard for making first-rate spirit tea than in previous years.

He didn't stop until he was busy working in the early hours of the morning until the hour was about to pass. Picking second-order spiritual tea leaves should be done before the hour of the hour. After the hour of the hour the sun rises and the temperature rises, the quality of the picked tea leaves will inevitably decrease a little.

He reached out and wiped the storage bag, took out a jade box several feet long and wide, put all the green and tender spiritual tea leaves in the bamboo basket, sealed it with a magic talisman, and drove the flying magic weapon away.

Zhang Shiping is already very proficient in the skill of frying tea. As soon as he returned to the small courtyard, he immediately started making spirit tea.

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Three days later, in the quiet room of a shop in Yunjinfang City, a shopkeeper with a bloated figure and a stomach that looked like he had grown up for seven months, holding an ancient wooden teaspoon in his thick and fleshy palms and stubby fingers, picked up a cup from a carved He took out some tea leaves from the jade box, took one under his nose and sniffed it, then put it in his mouth and tasted it, his eyes lit up suddenly, after eating the tea leaves, he looked at Zhang Shiping who was sitting next to him .

"Friend Daoist Lin really brought good tea, how much is there?"

Zhang Shiping next to him was named Lin Ping. He controlled the facial muscles to change his appearance. He also painted his face with potions, and abruptly shrunk his height by two points, turning into a short and thin black-faced monk. He was in his thirties. appearance.

He said hoarsely, "Four catties and thirteen taels."

The fat shopkeeper frowned, his eyebrows, nose and eyes seemed to be squeezed together, "Friend Lin, why are you doing this this year? It's 70% less than in previous years."

"This year, the tea tree got brood moth disease. If it wasn't dealt with in time, or even the few catties would be gone, why should I sell it to the shopkeeper Feng?" Zhang Shiping looked sad. To several times more.

The fat shopkeeper also immediately expressed regret on his face, and said a few words of comfort.

Afterwards, the fat shopkeeper took out a small scale from the storage bag and weighed the tea leaves in front of Zhang Shiping.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping said: "Master Feng, please wait a moment."

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Lin?" The fat shopkeeper paused and asked.

He has been cultivating in Biyuan Mountain for the past three years, and he spends nothing every year. When he is free, he goes to the mountain to collect some elixir. Although they are some common and inexpensive spirit stones, they are not small if they accumulate over time.

They also hunted some first-tier, lower-tier and middle-tier monsters. In the past three years, they have killed more than a dozen of them. They have fur, scales, flesh, flesh and bones. They kept some materials for themselves, and sold the rest.

The most important thing is the tea from Biyuan Mountain Baicao Garden. The first-class spiritual tea has a good harvest in the past two years, and there are many other second- and third-class teas. Even if there are fewer first-class teas this year, there is still profit and no loss. So much so that he paid out of his own pocket to replenish the sect.

Except for some of Zhang Shiping’s tea leaves in the past three years, which he kept for himself and when he returned to Baiyuan Mountain, most of the rest were sold to Xiangmingju, Yunjinfang City. The shopkeeper Feng was his old acquaintance. up.

Of course, the Zhang Shiping that the shopkeeper met was his disguised appearance, and the cooperation between the two was quite pleasant. After a year or two, the tea he sold in Xiangmingju was also a great inspiration. Shi is not as good as a monk in the foundation building period, but he can be counted as a rich man in the Qi training period.

This Xiangmingju didn't have any crooked thoughts, and did business honestly, so Zhang Shiping didn't want to bother to find another house, so as to save troubles.

As for why you have to disguise yourself, it's because there are some things you can only do but not talk about.

Whether it is the tea mountain beast mountain or the forest mountain mine of the Zhengyang Sect, they have to pay enough shares to the Zongmen every year, but the Zongmen didn't say what to do if there is more or less? Everyone abides by a rule, if there is more, it is their own account, and if there is less, they have to pay for it themselves.

But these can't be put on the bright side. In order not to cause more trouble, Zhang Shiping changed his appearance when handling these spiritual teas. Never leave a trace.

"I want to buy a few magical artifacts. I wonder if shopkeeper Feng can introduce you? Let's see which shop is more affordable." Zhang Shiping wants to buy a few magical artifacts. After all, in two years, Baimang Mountain Ten The five-year foundation-building event is about to begin. Once the Guxiu Medicine Garden opens, life and death are determined after entering, and wealth and honor depend on the sky.

While there are still two years left, make more preparations, lest you die in time.

Shopkeeper Feng smiled and said, "Friend Daoist Lin is the right person to ask. There are still a few magical artifacts in the store, which can be regarded as high-quality goods. I will bring them to Friends Daoist Lin."

"How come Master Feng still sells magical artifacts here?"

Every time Zhang Shiping left after selling the tea leaves, he really didn't know that Xiangmingju also sells magical artifacts besides tea.

Shopkeeper Feng thought he was joking, so he said, "You don't know Daoyou Lin, who is a monk like You Lin who can come to Xiangmingju to taste tea, who is not rich in wealth, and sometimes they want to buy some magic tools. How can Xiangmingju let the distinguished guests make another trip, we can only prepare a few more high-quality magic weapons in the store, otherwise, wouldn’t it be a lack of service?” In fact, Xiangmingju has been selling magic weapons for a long time, and they are all entrusted forging Fine instruments made by instrument masters.

"Treasurer Feng was just joking, I don't think I have a rich family, but the fine magic weapon that Shopkeeper Feng said, so I have to take a look." Zhang Shiping said enthusiastically.

"Lin Daoyou wait a moment, I'll come as soon as I go." Shopkeeper Feng stood up on his legs, and the ground shook a little when he walked.

The tea in Zhang Shiping's hand was rippling, but he didn't want to laugh at him at all.

This shopkeeper Feng is a monk of the ninth level of Qi training, and he is taking the path of physical training. Don't think he is slow. A year ago, there was a late-stage Qi training monk who was making trouble in the shop, yelling at Shopkeeper Feng non-stop.

But Shopkeeper Feng didn't say anything, he kicked his legs on the ground, and the green brick floor of the hall was a pit, with cracks around it like spider webs, and the troublemaker monk was slapped by a cattail palm close to him, and the monk could only hurry He set up a shield of spiritual light, but it couldn't stop the cattail palm, and he was directly slapped out of the door by shopkeeper Feng.

Zhang Shiping picked up the tea and was thinking, he should also look for some body training exercises, there should be some in the Zongmen's Sutra Pavilion, if it doesn't work, he can talk to the shopkeeper Feng to see how he practiced Whether you intend to sell body training exercises or not, you are in business, and you have a price in your heart for everything!

I don't know what kind of body training method Master Feng is practicing, and whether I can practice it. I also think that Shopkeeper Feng is originally so fat, or because of this body training method.

He thought about it, and the shopkeeper Feng walked into the quiet room again with heavy steps, until he looked up at the wall in front of him, and instantly dispelled his thoughts.

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