The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

After arriving at the capital of Zhou Shangjian Qin State, which was the original capital of the Hundred Zhou Dynasty, Fengyue did not go directly to Murong Chuan, but inquired about some situations from the side.

Murong Chuan's every move is under the surveillance of the three major families, but in some cases, hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes are completely different things.

But the news Fengyue got was no different from the news she got, so there was the scene just now.

"Go, get a chair for that mad woman, and two lava-stone footbaths."

Murong Chuan ignored Feng Yue, and instead gave inexplicable orders to the maid beside him.

The three maids bowed and left, Fengyue looked at Murong Chuan with interest, becoming more and more interested in this bastard.

The three maids acted quickly and arranged everything quickly.

After serving Fengyue to lie down, she helped her take off her shoes and socks, and soaked a pair of beautiful feet in the footbath full of petals.

"Hmm...the lava stone is used as a footbath, the water mist flower calms the mind, the blazing sun flower soothes the tendons and activates the blood, and the passion fruit is used as the footwashing water. You must be extravagant."

Fengyue closed her eyes with a face full of comfort, and muttered to herself like a dream. No matter how she heard it, it didn't sound like a good word, but now it sounded more like a compliment.

"To the Feng family, these things are not even a drop in the bucket. How can they be so extravagant?"

Murong Chuan also closed his eyes and enjoyed it. After the three maids soaked Murong Chuan's feet, they bowed obediently and left.

All of a sudden, the huge courtyard was left, and two people who lazily soaked their feet were enjoying the warm sunshine while enjoying the foot bath.

"It's not fake, but it doesn't prove that these things are worthless."

Fengyue lazily retorted, she turned her pretty face slightly, opened one eye to look at Murong Chuan, and lazily said:
"The point is, how the hell did you come up with the idea of ​​soaking your feet with rare alchemy herbs!
Even the most authentic prodigal son would never have imagined such a weird way of making money! "

Not long after Fengyue finished speaking, the three maids who had left came back again.

The two carried a delicate round table, and the latter carried a pot of fragrant tea on a tea tray.

The round table was placed between the two of them, and after filling two cups of fragrant tea, they left obediently.

"Huh? It tastes good, very similar to Bailing brew."

Fengyue opened her eyes, sniffing lightly with her delicate little nose, she was really cute in the sun.

"This is a special product of Qinglian Cave. Now that Qinglian Cave is banned by the Zi family, this tea has become a swan song."

Murong Chuan lazily explained, and then said: "You are the last one to taste among this group of friends.

Try it, it tastes good. "

Fengyue curled her lips in disdain, the Feng family is a remote and ancient family, what kind of spiritual tea has never been seen before, what good tea can Little Qinglian Dongtian have.

Fengyue picked up the teacup and took a symbolic sip, and the wonderful taste flowed on the tip of her tongue in an instant. Although it was not up to the level of spirit tea, the taste was far superior to ordinary spirit tea.

"This tea is called Qianrui, and it grows on the top of Qinglian Mountain. It is rich in aura, irrigated by mountain springs, and nourished by the aura of morning dew.

The female disciples who pick tea must be in the body of a young child, must also be of the water attribute, and must pick tea with their lips.

Hina is originally Yin, and her water attribute talent is also Yin.

Lips are crystal clear places, rarely contaminated with dirt, which can ensure that the tea leaves are fresh and tender, free from secular atmosphere.

Before dawn at five o'clock, the outer disciples who picked tea had to go up the mountain in the dark.

Start picking tea in the first ray of morning sun. After the morning dew dissipates and evaporates, you can no longer pick tea.

Too much sunlight will make the tea taste bad, and the tea will lose the morning dew, and it will lose a little bit of charm.

Although the taste is not much different, the difference will become bigger and bigger in the subsequent production.

The stir-frying is even more exquisite, all are highly experienced alchemists, and they are carefully fried in the alchemy furnace. The water is evaporated to lock the fragrance, so as to ensure that the spirituality is not damaged at all. "

Well, Murong Chuan moved out again, the rhetoric that used to fool people.

"Tch, I really think I'm a bumpkin who has never seen the world. The tea has the fragrance of flowers. Virgin tea picking can't bring the fragrance of flowers."

But who is Fengyue, her knowledge is far beyond that of ordinary monks, so how can she be easily deceived by him.

"That's what I'm going to say next. To refine Qianrui tea, you need a rare but extremely complicated auxiliary material."

Murong Chuan explained contentedly that this was the first time he had truly relaxed since leaving the secret realm.

Because Fengyue is here, he doesn't have to worry about changes in his plans, nor does he have to worry about his next actions.

Fengyue was aroused interest, Murong Chuan said calmly:
"Mo Shuang Guan is good at planting spirit grass and spirit flowers. When the sun rises, the female disciples of the inner sect will go to the medicine garden to collect the flower stamens that are full of morning dew.

Because of the great value of spirit flowers, only one pistil is often picked from each spirit flower.

Collecting nearly a thousand stamens is only enough to make one bud and two leaves, so this tea is called Qian Rui.

What Qian Rui refers to is not that one thousand cores make a pot of tea, but that one thousand cores make one leaf of tea.

Although this tea is not spiritual tea, its taste is comparable to spiritual tea, even far superior to ordinary spiritual tea. "

Well, Murong Chuan's trick of fooling around has succeeded once again.

Fengyue was so dazzled by the fool, she was completely immersed in the scene he described, and almost took herself as a tea picker.

"I really didn't expect that the little Qinglian Cave would be so extravagant and extravagant."

Fengyue praised softly, while Murong Chuan pouted and complained:

"I thought that the Feng family were all masters who had eaten and met before, but I didn't expect that they were also bumpkins."

"Asshole, you're talking about a try!"

Fengyue immediately yelled angrily, and then angrily reprimanded: "The Feng family is martial arts, who cares about sissy enjoyment!
Besides, extravagance and extreme desire are like scraping bones and steel knives on the road of practice. If you put your mind on it, it will naturally delay your practice.

Our Feng family, all of them are ascetics, how can you understand it, a bastard. "

"Hey, nobility and ascetic monks don't conflict. Even if you want to sing praises, you don't have to be so obvious."

Murong Chuan squinted and complained, Fengyue's serious expression froze, and then he said stiffly: "What do you mean!"

"I mean, your shameless look is very much like mine back then."

Murong Chuan complained lazily, and Fengyue's face suddenly turned ugly, but Murong Chuan continued without haste:
"The spies of the three families have always been there, and your righteous words will definitely reach the ears of your ancestors.

However, your performance is too deliberate and unnatural at all, I think it will be counterproductive. "

Murong Chuan directly exposed the truth, which made Feng Yue furious, picked up the footwash water and splashed Murong Chuan all over.

"Bastard, I finally pretended to be a lady, how dare you expose my mother's secrets, you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!"

Fengyue turned her back when she said she would turn her back, she stepped on the ground with her bare feet, pinched her waist with one hand and cursed at Murong Chuan with the other.

Murong Chuan was not in a hurry, as his fingers shook slightly, the footwashing water didn't stain him at all, and it automatically floated to the corner of the wall.

"Oh, don't turn your face, it's rare to relax. Come and sit down, and I'll let them store water."