"Little Master, quickly give me a pot of worry-relieving tea!" A depressed cultivator lay on the stone table and shouted weakly to Shang Ke.
As the fame of Chaliao increased, regular customers began to call Shangke "little landlord".
"There is no worry-relief tea available today." Shang Ke greeted with a smile.
"What's that?"
"Radiant tea."
"Then bring a pot of radiant tea." The cultivator was depressed and didn't care what kind of tea to drink.
But for a moment, Shang Ke served hot tea.
The cultivator looked at the chrysanthemum blooming in the tea, with a cold face: "This is radiant tea?"
"Yes. Plus a cucumber acetate."
A plate of crisp cucumbers arranged in a heart shape appeared in front of the cultivator, with a wild chrysanthemum next to it.
The cultivator felt even more depressed. He came here to relax. During this period of time, he was abandoned by his partner, bullied by his peers, and neglected by his master. His life was simply gloomy. As a result, he still suffered 10,000 points of damage when he arrived at this world-wide tea house, which was regarded as a "spiritual harbor" by many cultivators.
"Flowers fall into the water, and there are all kinds of idle worries, and there is no word to complain about the east wind." The cultivator recited the words of grievance sadly, and sipped his tea in a lonely way.
One mouth into the throat, sweet and bitter still exist; two mouth down, the fragrance around the nose; three mouth moisturizing, aura spontaneous.
The dark eyes of the cultivator suddenly flashed a bright light, the dark complexion was crystal clear, the spiritual energy flowed throughout the body, and the meridians were smooth. Under the double comfort of chrysanthemum and cucumber, the whole person is radiant.
Little landlord, you are such a good person! This tea house is indeed a spiritual harbor for our cultivators!
"Little Master, please give us a pot of good tea." In the tea room, a few cultivators walked into the tea house.
"Okay, come right away."
As the number of guests increased, the quiet tea house gradually became lively. Everyone was holding a cup of chrysanthemum tea and eating pickled cucumbers, all radiant and intoxicated.
Yan Lu in the bamboo building stood by the window, silently watching Shang Ke leisurely shuttle in the courtyard, greeting tea friends and diners from afar.
Why do these guys with unknown origins let the little mushrooms serve them deliciously? Also shouting and drinking, wanton teasing.
Yan Lu's eyes were cold and fierce, and his heart was filled with the desire to kill. It seemed that a voice was constantly shouting: Kill, kill, kill!
Yan Lu's figure flashed, jumped down from the window, and landed in the courtyard with murderous aura.
Everyone's back was chilled, vigilant in their hearts, and at the same time looked in the direction of Yan Lu. This person is handsome and handsome, with a dusty temperament, and his deep eyes seem to contain the infinite world. In his eyes, the world is like an ant.
There were many masters at the Nascent Soul stage and above, but in front of him, there was no resistance at all, and his strength was terrifying.
There was a strange dead silence in the yard, as if someone had imposed the immobilization technique, and even the air was stagnant.
"Xiaolu." At this moment, a clear voice broke the dead silence in the courtyard.
There were waves in Yan Lu's dark eyes, the rays of light flowed, and the strong killing intent disappeared in an instant, and the killing god became a cute boy in seconds.
Everyone unanimously breathed a sigh of relief, and spontaneously gave birth to a feeling of seeing the sun again.
"What's wrong?" Shang Ke walked over to Yan Lu and handed him a cucumber.
Yan Lu gnawed at the cucumber and thought about it seriously. He really couldn't think of what he was going to do, so he could only muffled, "They are too noisy."
All the people who were present were very smart, and when they heard this, they all wiped away a cold sweat. It turned out that he just thought they were too noisy, and thought he was going to kill.
"Go to the backyard and let the rabbit help you grow mushrooms."
"Rabbits can only eat, not grow." Yan Lu complained dissatisfiedly.
"You teach it."
"It's so stupid, how could it possibly learn?" Growing mushrooms is a highly skilled job.
Shang Ke: Haha.
The two walked further and further away, leaving behind a group of cultivators who had just walked around the gate of hell and didn't even know it. They were very curious about Yan Lu's identity and began to discuss heatedly. It's just that this time he subconsciously lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing the master.
Yan Lu disappeared for decades, and the people who saw him in those days were either already dead, or because of serious injuries they went into seclusion and practiced. Most of the rookies in the realm of comprehension only know their names by name.
As for Shang Ke, as a demon cultivator, he naturally couldn't hide from the master's eyes. But the photo was taken in the Yuweiwei of the Killing God, and now the cultivators are very polite to the demon cultivators. Yan Lu's partner is a demon cultivator, and anyone who hurts a demon cultivator is his primary target. Although he has disappeared for decades, no one dares to try it.
The people present never imagined that the man they saw just now was the terrifying killer, Yan Lu. And the little landlord who brought them tea and water was the source of the century-old turmoil in the cultivation world.
At the end of the day's business, Shang Ke can enjoy the mushroom soup he soaks every day as usual.
Yan Lu was sitting next to Shang Ke. One moment ago he was playing with his big mushroom. The next moment, he suddenly turned his head and asked in a deep voice, "Little mushroom, why do you want to open a tea house?"
Shang Ke took a few seconds to get used to his face change, and replied, "It's deserted in the mountains, opening a tea house can increase some popularity."
"People's hearts are sinister, who knows if they will do evil in secret?" Yan Lu's tone was gloomy and his eyes were cold.
"Although it is necessary to guard against others, we can't avoid the world forever. Only by making ourselves stronger can we be invincible." Shang Ke hugged Yan Lu sideways, raised his head and smiled, "I promise you, Don't mind your own business, don't provoke right or wrong, and live in seclusion with peace of mind."
Yan Lu gave a cold "um".
"Then what about you?" Shang Ke changed the subject and asked, "Can you promise me not to kill me rashly?"
Yan Lu was silent.
"Although you have an endless lifespan, the murder is too heavy, and you are afraid of being punished by God. I will try my best to come back to you, but not to see your soul fly away."
Yan Lu buried his head in his neck, feeling his warm breath, and promised in a low voice, "No, absolutely not."
I only wish to live forever and never give up. Even if heaven and earth are not allowed, he will stay by this person's side.
"Let's practice!" Yan Lu suddenly raised his head with bright eyes.
The good atmosphere was destroyed by someone! Cultivating a hair, not cultivating tonight!
Shang Ke turned his back, intending to wash and sleep.
Yan Lu came over and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to use the backward style today?"
The hot touch came from the lower body, and the ambiguous breath lingered in the ears.
Thinking of the less-than-consummate cultivation that day, Shang Ke was a little hesitant. What if he became more precise in the middle
Yan Lu didn't give him time to think about it. With the moisturization of warm water, he slowly squeezed in from the back, and pushed forward a little bit. When he was halfway in, he suddenly exerted force and engulfed the whole root.
"... No, isn't it about cultivation?" Shang Ke put his hands on the edge of the pool, enduring the attack from the rear.
"Warm up first."
The water surface vibrated, causing waves of waves, and a pool of spring colors spread out...
This time, Yan Lu didn't have a good score, and he didn't start to help Shang Ke to cultivate until the end of the moon.
Shang Ke quickly settled down under the nourishment of Yan Lu's divine power, and was unaware of external things.
After an unknown amount of time, Shang Ke, who was cultivating, suddenly felt his body shaking, followed by waves of familiar pleasure. Shang Ke was at a critical moment, so he did not leave the state of meditation and let the surging heat wave drown himself.
When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the third day. Before I knew it, I was booked for two days. The body is full of spiritual energy and the breath is strong, as if it has crossed two realms, successfully passed through the transformation stage, and reached the middle stage of condensing soul.
"I've upgraded!" Shang Ke hugged Yan Lu.
Although I don't know what Xiao Mushroom is happy about, it doesn't prevent Yan Lu from being happy.
"I'll make something delicious for you today." Shang Ke kissed him on the mouth, put on his clothes, and ran out of the room happily, completely ignoring that Yan Lu had turned into a confused child.
Yan Lu rubbed his lips with residual warmth, remembering the "bad things" he secretly did to Xiao Mushroom not long ago, he couldn't help but smirk while hugging his big mushroom pillow.
The relaxed and comfortable days pass by, with the improvement of cultivation, you can still start refining more advanced tea and cooking. Among them, the travel realm is the most rare, and it can make people experience a higher realm in the fantasy realm.
The level of the realm determines the advanced potential of the cultivator. The reason why the cultivation of many cultivators is stagnant is mostly because the realm is not enough to break through the bottleneck. If they are allowed to experience a higher realm for themselves, breaking through the bottleneck is only a matter of epiphany.
When the travel scene first appeared, everyone didn't care. It was only a small landlord who had developed some new products, and the price was also one or two.
Some people ordered one with the mentality of early adopters, but just after eating, they unconsciously entered an illusion. When other people around saw him sitting still like a woodcarving, they thought there was something wrong with the food, and almost made a scene.
As a result, in less than half an hour, the cultivator who was sitting still suddenly burst out with a huge spiritual force, full of energy, and the power is amazing.
The cultivator was stupid at the time, and so were the audience.
"Ha, haha, I have broken through the heartbeat period!" The cultivator was full of inwardness, "I have been staying in this realm for ten years! I didn't expect to break through today! Hahaha!"
The cultivator was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he laughed a few times, and even forgot to leave the silver, so he rushed out of the Chaliao excitedly and went home to announce the good news.
The cultivators in the tea house are all dumbfounded. They haven't broken through the realm for ten years, and they have broken through after sitting stupidly for half an hour
After a moment of silence, someone finally realized that the man's breakthrough might be related to the food he just ate. As a result, everyone turned their eager eyes to the owner of the tea house.
Shang Ke frowned and said to the other practitioners: "If any of you know the guest just now, please help me with a message."
"What?" a long-faced man asked aloud.
"From today, he is officially included in the blacklist of Anxian Chaliao."
"Why?" The long-faced man was shocked
"Because he eats Bawang meal."
"… "
The lucky cultivator was not only the first beneficiary of the travel world, but also the first unlucky person to be blacklisted for eating the Overlord Meal. From then on, he could never enjoy the drinks and dishes of Chaliao again. The only commendable thing is that he let everyone see the extraordinary effect of the travel environment with their own eyes.
However, Shang Ke only provides one copy per month, because it is extremely rare, and it attracts countless cultivators.
Cultivators benefited from Shang Ke’s generous gifts. In addition to silver taels, they also left some herbs, spiritual stones or spiritual tools. Everyone knows that the price of one tael of silver is completely disproportionate to the value of the items provided by Chaliao, and not everyone likes to be cheap.
Give people roses, and the hand has a lingering fragrance.
Unconsciously, Shang Ke has gained the friendship and respect of many people, established his own personal network, and created a ray of life for the immediate crisis...