Chapter 427: Tea

The next day.

That was the second day after the news of Xu Changshou's Dan formation spread throughout the sect.

The voice of Huo Qilin sounded outside Xu Changshou's door: "Junior Brother Xu, the ancestor wants to see you, follow me to see the ancestor."

So fast?

Xu Changshou opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He thought that it would take several months or even years for the ancestor to summon him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Then he stood up and walked out the door. At this time, Huo Qilin had already left the magma lake and was standing at his door waiting.

Xu Changshou bowed: "Meet Senior Brother Huo Yuan."

"Let's go, follow me."

Huo Qilin shook his tail, soared into the air, flew into the air, and flew towards Taiyi Peak.

Seeing this, Xu Changshou also hurriedly flew into the air and caught up with Huo Qilin's footsteps.

Soon, one man and one demon arrived at the top of Taiyi Peak.

The ancestor's dojo was still the fence garden with three thatched houses.

At this time

Ancestor Xuanyang was boiling water in the fence garden, preparing to drink tea. The scene of drinking tea was very simple. A half-cut bluestone slab was lifted up as a tea table.

Next to the tea table, there were several stone blocks of different sizes and shapes, which were used as stools.

Ancestor Xuanyang sat casually on a stone block, boiling water next to him. When Xu Changshou arrived, the water in the teapot had just boiled.

Ancestor Xuanyang took out two coarse porcelain bowls and placed them on the tea table, then put a handful of tea leaves in one bowl, and finally poured tea.

"Disciple Xu Changshou, pay your respects to the ancestor."

"Haha, Xu boy is here, come on, have tea."

Xu Changshou glanced at Xu Changshou and waved at him with a smile.

Xu Changshou nodded, walked over respectfully, and saluted again.

Ancestor Xuanyang asked Xu Changshou to sit down, and he sat down honestly.

After sitting down, the Xuanyang Patriarch patted Xu Changshou on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xu boy, I really didn't expect that you could actually form a pill. Not bad, not bad."

"Thanks to you."

Xu Changshou smiled humbly.

Counting his path to forming a pill, although he followed the steps and took one step at a time.

But in fact, he was very lucky to form a pill. You know, he is now 98 years old. In less than two years, he will pass the golden age of forming a pill.

Once you pass this age, you will have no chance to form a pill again.

In this process, if Xu Changshou was lazy or the materials were not kept up, two years would pass in a flash.

Of course, Xu Changshou's diligence is remarkable. He never wastes a moment of time practicing, otherwise, he can't form a pill.

"Haha!"

The ancestor chuckled and praised: "You have great perseverance."

"Ancestor, you are too kind." Xu Changshou said modestly.

The ancestor smiled and waved his hand, saying: "You are already a Jindan cultivator. At this time, your status in the sect is second to none. There is no need to be so reserved. From now on, you can call me Uncle Xuanyang."

"Yes, Uncle Xuanyang."

Xu Changshou nodded slightly.

The seniority in the world of immortal cultivation is based on the level of cultivation. Ancestor Xuanyang is one level higher than him, so he should be called Uncle.

"Come, have tea!"

"Thank you... Uncle Xuanyang."

Ancestor Xuanyang picked up the tea bowl and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Xu Changshou also frowned and drank a few mouthfuls.

Patriarch Xuanyang asked, "How is it?"

Xu Changshou said truthfully, "It's bitter and astringent."

"Hahaha!"

Patriarch Xuanyang laughed, "You kid, you're really honest. You've drunk this kind of tea twice, and each time you said it was bitter and astringent. When I asked others, they all said it tasted good."

Xu Changshou thought for a while and said, "Maybe I don't understand tea and can't taste the flavor of this tea. Uncle Xuanyang, don't laugh."

In front of Patriarch Xuanyang, Xu Changshou said what he meant and never dared to play tricks. What wisdom does the ancestor have? If he plays tricks in front of him, wouldn't it be like showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

Patriarch Xuanyang waved his hand slightly, "You don't have to say nice things. This kind of tea is just not good to drink. I also tasted bitter and astringent when I drank it."

"Oh!" Xu Changshou nodded slightly and didn't say much.

"Boy, do you know why I like to drink this kind of tea?" Patriarch Xuanyang suddenly asked.

Xu Changshou shook his head and said nothing, waiting for Patriarch Xuanyang to continue.

Patriarch Xuanyang continued, "I was born in a mortal family. My ancestors were tenant farmers. It was not until I was fifteen that I was accepted as a disciple by my master, Patriarch Qingsong, and then I entered the immortal register..."

Xu Changshou was surprised when he heard this. There were records of Patriarch Xuanyang's life in the sect.

In the records of the sect, Patriarch Xuanyang was the disciple of Patriarch Qingsong.

Patriarch Qingsong was the Yuanying cultivator of the previous generation of Green Immortal Sect and had passed away.

After being accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Qingsong, Patriarch Xuanyang showed superior cultivation qualifications. He built his foundation at the age of twenty, formed a pill at the age of eighty, and entered the Yuanying realm at the age of three hundred. His qualifications crushed several generations of disciples of Green Immortal Sect.

Needless to say, the speed of cultivation was also very fast. In addition, when Patriarch Xuanyang was young, he made many contributions to the sect and won a lot of resources...

In the records of the sect, the story of Patriarch Xuanyang began when he became a disciple of Patriarch Qingsong.

There is no record of Xuanyang Patriarch being a tenant farmer. Obviously, this is not a glorious thing and is not worth remembering.

Xu Changshou thought that Xuanyang Patriarch came from a great family of immortal cultivators, but he did not expect that he was also born as a mortal and a tenant farmer.

His status was similar to his own.

Xu Changshou was a cowherd boy, and was considered a long-term worker for the landlord. Tenants rented land from the landlord's family and paid rent to the landlord every year.

They were not completely bound by the landlords, and their status was more comfortable than that of domestic slaves, wheat pickers, and farmhands. They also had higher incomes and slightly better living conditions.

The Xuanyang Patriarch took a sip of tea, then fell into memories and said softly: "When I was young, I followed my father to work in the fields. After work, my father liked to drink this kind of tea the most. This kind of tea is called Gaosui. In my hometown, it is called Diancha."

"Diancha..." Xu Changshou nodded slightly.

He had also heard of this kind of tea and had drunk it.

Xuanyang Patriarch said with emotion: "Tenant tea is the tea that tenant farmers drink. Tea is a luxury. Only landlords can afford to drink tea. Tenant farmers can't afford tea, but they also want to learn to drink tea from landlords, so they can only drink tea dregs."

Xu Changshou thought for a while and said: "It's so hard to drink, just don't drink it, just drink boiled water directly."

Xuanyang Patriarch smiled: "This is the human heart. Tenant farmers think they are nobler than long-term workers and servants of landlords. Drinking tea is to distinguish themselves from them, so they drink tea, so there is tenant tea."

"I understand."

Xu Changshou nodded.

When he was a child, he also secretly drank the tea of ​​tenant farmers. It felt this way, bitter and astringent, not as good as drinking boiled water.

Now I understand that tenant tea is a tool for those tenant farmers to show off.

Although everyone works, we are different. We drink tea, not boiled water.

"Uncle Master Xuanyang, you are already a Nascent Soul cultivator, why do you still drink this kind of tea? Are you drinking memories?" Xu Changshou asked curiously.