Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 714 9 Wonderful Fusang Tea

Baili Wenyue drank another cup of tea and said with a look of enjoyment on his face: "Fourth Senior Brother, if you like to drink it, learn how to make it yourself. Don't try to enslave my junior sister."

Mu Qianjue glanced at Baili Wenyue and said, "I would like to learn, but I can't. The tea made by my junior sister is unparalleled in terms of smell and taste."

Baili Wenyue looked at Mu Qianjue with strange eyes, "Fourth Senior Brother, you just said that you have tasted better tea."

Mu Qianjue was lost for a moment, as if everything he had left had been pulled away.

Mu Qianjue looked at Baili Wenyue in confusion, "Really? Did I say that just now? Then I must have said that because I wanted you to drink less."

"Tch!" Baili Wenyue was speechless for a while, then stared at the old man with a strange expression.

Baili Wenyue touched Mu Qianjue slightly and whispered: "Fourth Senior Brother, have you noticed that the senior is a little younger than when he first came in?"

Mu Qianjue immediately looked at the old man.

Feng Qingran and Dugu Jianyi's eyes also fell on the old man.

The old man's face was still old, but his face was much rosier, and his white hair also had a few more black hairs.

The old man's intuition was sharper than the other three, and he immediately realized the efficacy of this tea.

"Little girl, the person who gave you this tea is not a simple person. He must be sincere to you and cherish it." The old man looked at Feng Qingran with inquiring eyes. A Taoist utensil and a Jiu Miao Fusang tea are really a hidden treasure. A little girl with many secrets.

If he didn't have a lot of time.

I will definitely ask who this person is and get to know him better.

Dugu Jianyi, Mu Qianjue and Baili Wenyue always felt that the old man's words were a bit strange.

Feng Qingran forced out a smile, "Senior, do you know this Ruomu Cha?"

The old man stared at Feng Qingran for a few breaths. He seemed to have thought of something and sighed: "This is Jiu Miao Fusang Tea. During the prehistoric period, there was a tree named Fusang."

"The Fusang tree can reach the sky, penetrate the earth, control the sun and moon, and control the cycle of life and death."

"Later, a companion tea tree appeared next to the hibiscus tree, named Fuso tea tree."

“The tea tree appears every ten thousand years and can produce three thousand tea leaves each time.”

"Fuso tea has the effect of increasing longevity and increasing understanding. I was lucky enough to take a sip at that time, and I can't forget it to this day. I never thought that I would drink it again, and still drink it so much."

After the old man finished speaking, everyone stared blankly at the tea in their hands.

Prehistoric hibiscus tea, this thing turns out to be so precious, but they seem to have drank a lot of it before?

"Then I won't drink anymore. I will leave my cup to Fifth Senior Sister." Baili Wenyue said.

Mu Qianjue rolled his eyes at Baili Wenyue and said, "Senior, if it is Fusang tea, why is it also called Jiu Miao?"

The old man smiled and said, "This Fuso tea tree has only appeared nine times in total, so the tea left behind is called Jiu Miao Fuso Tea."

Something vaguely flashed across Feng Qingran's consciousness. She stood up and solemnly thanked the old man, "Senior, thank you for telling me this."

"Thank you, can you sell me some of this tea?" the old man said mysteriously.

Fuso tea can't keep him alive forever, but it can make him live longer. He wants to use this time to meet an old friend.

Feng Qingran sat down and gave the old man some tea leaves.

Then her consciousness couldn't wait to enter the space.

Mo Jinghong.

She must not forget!

Feng Qingran immediately used his spiritual consciousness to control the pen and ink in the space. When the pen fell on a hibiscus tree, nine frightened birds were parked on the tree.

The hibiscus tree and the frightened bird form a vague ink character.

Unable to write the word 'ink' clearly.

Then use this way to remind yourself.

After doing all this, Feng Qingran's worries disappeared. Next, she would work hard to find the young man who was crucial to her.

"Senior, what did you mean when you said that our cultivation would be useless if we continued?" Feng Qingran looked at the old man and asked with a sincere expression.

The old man looked at the few people and spoke seriously, "What I'm going to say may be a little cruel, so you should be mentally prepared."

"The order of your cultivation is wrong, causing your foundation to be unstable. If you continue to practice, you will stop at a certain level in the future and there will be no possibility of breakthrough."

"And if you really want to listen to the cultivation method I'm talking about, it means you have to abandon yourself and start over again. Are you determined to start all over again?"

The old man's eyes were majestic and somewhat expectant.

Before Feng Qingran and others came in, several cultivators also broke in here by mistake.

At that time, he also wanted them to inherit the legacy left behind.

But they didn't want to believe him, and they didn't have the courage to abandon their cultivation. After all, they had already reached that position. Who would want to go back to a time when they had nothing?

Especially in a place like the Battlefield of the Gods.

Losing strength means being at the mercy of others.

"Senior, I have a question. I have been to the God Realm before, and there are powerful people in the realm of the Holy God there. I heard that there are beings in the sky that are more powerful than the Holy God. Senior, I have stopped at a certain realm. What realm is it? "Baili Wenyue opened his eyes, full of doubts.

"Holy realm? God?" The old man muttered softly, as if he was remembering something.

After a moment, the old man slowly said: "Before ancient times, God was a respectful title for the strong, and the realm of the Holy God never existed."

"As for God, isn't the battlefield of the gods within the realm of God? If you didn't enter God, how did you get here?"

Feng Qingran heard the old man's words and remembered Taotie's words, which also said that the battlefield of the gods was in the sky.

"Senior, we came here from the immortal world." Mu Qianjue explained.

"The fairy world among the six realms? There is a turbulent flow of time and space between the heaven and the fairy world. Are you sure you came in from the fairy world? You will tell me your experience of finding the battlefield of the gods." The old man's eyes showed vicissitudes of life, as if he was tracing something back. .

Feng Qingran and Mu Qianjue looked at each other, and Mu Qianjue told them about their experience of entering the battlefield of the gods.

Mu Qianjue chose to hide some things.

After listening to Mu Qianjue's words, the old man pondered: "It turns out that after the mysterious man sealed the Battlefield of the Gods, he probably didn't want future generations to find it, so he deliberately set up a space conversion array outside. Every once in a while, the Battlefield of the Gods It will change position.”

Baili Wenyue said: "So, does it mean that the battlefield of gods can also appear in the God Realm?"

Baili Wenyue didn't know why he asked this.

He had a vague feeling that he had entered the battlefield of gods before.

"If there really is a space conversion array, it can appear anywhere." The old man said solemnly.

Time really flies by.

At first, I just guarded the palace and spent most of my time practicing, so I didn't notice anything yet.

But after meeting Feng Qingran and others, they learned about the changes in the outside world.

The old man's mentality has also changed.

The age of the gods is gone forever.