Two Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Two Cold Yin Spring

"I want to know where the dragon head went?"

Qi Ye knocked on the table with the dry tobacco, his old face was full of wrinkles, and sighed: "It's been so many years, the people who came to look for the dragon head have never been broken, but no one has found it. The latest chapter full text reads people I think it's just a legend, brother, don't take it too seriously and delay your business."

Xiao Chen's heart moved: "Has anyone else come to look for it?"

"It used to be more and now less. When I was young, I saw my grandfather entertain someone. Since then, no one has come. Before, people came intermittently. They all came back disappointed. There is nothing to look for. .”

Qi Ye 'smoked' the dry tobacco, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Xiao Chen through the smoke and said: "In my impression, the temperament of that person is somewhat similar to that of my brother."

Some resemblance?

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Chen drew a portrait in the air with the power of his true energy.

Qi Ye looked at the portrait and was taken aback and said: "It's him, brother, do you know him? I remember that he came here alone at the beginning, with the same kind nature as brother, I don't know how it is now."

The character in the portrait is none other than Tianlong of the previous generation!

From then on, Xiao Chen was really sure that this place was Qinglong's hometown, and there were no surprises.

However, Xiao Chen couldn't answer Qi Ye's question for a while.

The Tianlong of the previous generation is being imprisoned in the starry sky dragon prison, suffering inhuman torture day and night.

"He was good and tenacious."

Xiao Chen paused, that's all he could say.

Qi Ye laughed and sighed: "You warriors are good, unlike us ordinary people, who have poor aptitude and can't cultivate. If not, my grandfather can still live to this day... But in this wilderness, living is not enough What a good thing."

In the barren sea, there are almost no sects accepting and cultivating disciples here.

Firstly, the land is sparsely populated and resources are scarce, and secondly, the number of aborigines in the Northern Territory is too small.

The sects here are all branches directly stationed by major forces. Disciples were 'drawn' from the headquarters and developed slowly.

Xiao Chen was thoughtful, since the previous generation of Tianlong had been here,

Are there any clues left behind?

After some questioning, Master Qi recalled with some difficulty: "I really can't remember clearly, I'll look for it. Popular ( )"

Qi Ye took a sip of wine, and began to rummage through the old house, searching.

"found it."

Qi Ye found a yellowed book from an old box, patted the dust and said, "This is my grandpa's diary back then. I remember that he would write down any important events in the book."

Xiao Chen took it over solemnly, with a hint of joy on his face and said: "Master Qi, thank you very much, this thing is of great use to me."

Qi Ye smiled and said, "Take it if it's useful. You've helped the village so much these days, and I don't know how to repay you."

"You're welcome Qiye. By the way, when I saw Qiye before, I stopped talking. It seems that I have something to say?"

Xiao Chen put away the notebook and asked softly.

Qi Ye nodded and said: "There is indeed something that I would like to ask my little brother for help, but the old man really has nothing to give back, so he has been unable to open his mouth."

Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Qi Ye is really too polite, it is not convenient for me to tell you about my fate with this place at the moment. But you can rest assured that if you have anything to say directly, I owe you all."

Seeing Xiao Chen's sincere expression, Qi Ye sighed softly: "Three million miles away, there is a Taoyuan City. There will be a small Taoyuan reception every ten years, and there will be a large Taoyuan reception every 100 years."

Taoyuan City.

Xiao Chen walked in all directions in this city before, and saw it once, it was indeed filled with the aroma of wine, which could be smelled from hundreds of miles away.

But in a hurry, he didn't enter the city to have a look.

"You are old, keep talking."

"Well, when I was young, I would bring the good wine I brewed to every reception. Even if I couldn't make a lot of money, I could sell it for a good price and help the village to have enough food and clothing for a few years. But at thirty Years ago, after the ancient well outside the village dried up, there was basically no good wine to be produced."

Xiao Chen laughed and said, "Do you always want to come out of the mountain again to participate in this century-old reception? I am also a person who loves wine. If you have any requests, Qiye, just ask."

Qi Ye sighed: "I didn't come here on a whim. The lord of Taoyuan City is a big shot. If at the century-old wine party, he can see who brews the wine, he can agree to a request from the brewer. Just a word from him will make the wine come true." Enough to keep our village safe for a hundred years!"

"Although the hope is slim, I still want to fight this old bone and give it a try."

Centennial Reception!

Xiao Chen was thoughtful, Qi Ye seemed to be worried about something all the time, there was always a worry in his brows.

It's a pity that he had already drank up the Burning Heart Wine, and used it to stabilize his cultivation and improve his realm.

As for the Millennium Fire, there is still half a bottle.

Add a drop into the Qinglong wine pot, and it will become a full bottle, which can be used to participate in the Taoyuan wine party.

Before drinking Burning Heart, Xiao Chen felt that the Millennium Fire was considered a peerless drink no matter what.

But after drinking Fen Xin, Xiao Chen had to say that there is indeed a more outstanding wine in this great world.

It's hard to say whether the Millennium Fire will win the Taoyuan Reception.

"Qi Ye, look at this wine recipe, can you brew it?"

Xiao Chen thought for a while, took out the wine recipe, maybe Qi Ye could brew it himself.

"This is... the fine wine of the Dragon Clan, Burning Heart!"

Qi Ye was a little surprised, and hurriedly returned it to Xiao Chen and said, "This wine recipe has been lost for thousands of years. If I brew it and participate in the reception, I'm afraid it will lead to death."

There is a show!

Seeing this, Xiao Chen was overjoyed, and said with a smile, "Qi Ye, there is no rush, you brew it for me, and if I don't go to the reception, how about I drink it myself?"

Qi Ye hesitated and said, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to 'get' this material."

"It's okay, I'll pack the materials on me. Whatever wine you want to brew, Qi Ye, I'll pack all the materials."

"Okay, but the ancient well outside the village needs to be restored first, without that well water. Neither your Burning Heart nor the wine I want to brew can succeed."

"I'll go and have a look. If it doesn't work, I'll go farther to find alternative well water."

What kind of well water is so important.

With doubts, Xiao Chen came to an ancient well not far from the village, the water in the well had already dried up.

"Sang, what's so weird about this well?"

With a soft call, Xiao Chen asked.

He didn't have any outstanding clues, so he had to ask Sang to take a look. The other party was a master in this field.

Sang came out from the Yushen Tablet, looked at the dry well, and looked at the terrain in all directions, his face changed slightly, and he said lightly: "This is a cold spring. In this barren sea, cold springs can be born. 'Yin' spring."

"Cold 'yin' spring?"

"It is the spring water that is born in the land of 'Yin'. In the land of 'Yin', it is extremely cold and extremely cold, so it is difficult to have living water flowing. If there is, it happens to be due to the terrain. A fountain is produced, and it will be called It is a cold 'yin' spring. First of all, in this barren sea, it is difficult to find a 'yin' place, and it is even more difficult to have running water passing by, and it is even more difficult to produce fountains due to the terrain."

Thorn paused and said: "The spring water of Han'yin Spring is indeed suitable for brewing good wine, and it is difficult to find a substitute."

This is a little troublesome. It seems that Qi Ye's words are true.

If some wine prescriptions state that the spring water from Hanyin spring is required, there is indeed no way to brew it.

"Why did the spring stop?"

"There are too many reasons. It may be that the water source is cut off, or it may be that the 'yin' is too heavy, and the water flow is not moving. It may also be that the terrain has changed, and the groundwater has flowed further downstream."

Sang, formerly known as Fusang sacred tree, knows the terrain and springs well. There is basically no doubt about his words.

"It seems that we still have to go down and have a look." Xiao Chen stared at the deep dry well and said softly.

"Farewell first."

Sang pulls Xiao Chen and doesn't make him anxious.

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Chen was puzzled.

Sang said in a deep voice: "The Qiye is just a mortal, and he doesn't know much about Han'yin' spring at all. I suspect that this Han'yin' spring is not formed naturally."

"Man-made? It's too exaggerated. Who can so 'precisely' transform the terrain, even tamper with 'yin' and yang, and create a land of 'yin'."

Xiao Chen clicked his tongue when he heard the words, a little in disbelief.

Sang said softly: "Although it is difficult, I have seen all of what you said. In this barren sea, it is really difficult to have a cold 'yin' spring. It is really inappropriate to go down rashly."

Xiao Chen pondered, looked up at the beheaded Qinglong in the distance, and then at the cold Yin spring.

San's words are indeed worth pondering.

The green hill with the broken dragon head and the dried up Hanyin spring, if they are connected together, it will indeed make people feel a bit of chill.

Many people told me that the recent style is a bit dull, not as fast-paced as before. As I said before, I want to try a writing method that has never been done before, not just talking, but really doing it. In the later stage of the book, I am actually most afraid of changes, things that are thankless. But if you choose, just write with your heart, there is nothing to regret.

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