Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

At the foot of Qingzhao'an Mountain at this time.

Ye Chen still hasn't made the decision to give up the trip.

If you just leave like this, you will really feel unwilling.

However, Lin Wan'er's analysis was not unreasonable.

Some people take great pains to remind themselves that if they continue to have their own way, they would be a little too conceited.

Thinking of the word arrogance, Ye Chen suddenly realized that his current strength was actually far from enough in the face of the unknown.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Chen smiled bitterly and said calmly: "That master's wife should be right. My strength is not even as good as Wu Feiyan's, so I shouldn't be too conceited. Moreover, that master's wife can know your and my information and movements. It comes naturally." Not an ordinary person.”

As he spoke, Ye Chen looked at Lin Wan'er and said seriously: "Ms. Lin is smarter than me. Many problems are deeper than I think and she can see more clearly than I do. Since you also advised me to stop, then I'd better listen to others and eat. When you’re done eating, let’s turn around and go back to Jinling.”

Lin Wan'er, who was nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that Ye Chen would lose his temper, so she would stick to one goal and never waver no matter what others said.

Now that Ye Chen relented and wanted to go back, she was naturally relieved.

So, like a girl with high emotional intelligence coaxing her immature boyfriend, she held his arm and said with a smile: "Young master, although he has stopped here today, he will not stop here forever. He just came here first this time. Go back and have a good rest. After you are fully prepared, wait for a better time to do it again. Experts often say that this is called a strategic retreat."

Ye Chen inevitably said a little depressed: "A retreat is a retreat. There is no such thing as a strategic retreat."

Lin Wan'er looked at him and asked with a smile: "Young Master must have never climbed Mount Everest and K[-], right?"

Ye Chen nodded and said, "I haven't logged in before, how about you?"

Lin Wan'er smiled and said proudly: "The slave family has been there, and more than once."

As she spoke, she eloquently said: "A few decades ago, when mountaineering equipment was still very crude, it was very difficult for people to climb Mount Everest and K50, especially K50. People have tried for more than [-] years and failed to reach the summit. , countless efforts have turned back somewhere in the middle, but fortunately in the past [-] years, someone has always been able to push the turning position higher until finally successfully reaching the top.”

Lin Wan'er looked at Ye Chen and said with a smile: "No matter whether the master is still alive or not, based on his cultivation more than 300 years ago, he should be the strongest among all the Taoists known to the master, right?"

Ye Chen nodded: "As far as I know, Meng Changsheng is first and Wu Feiyan is second."

"That's right." Lin Wan'er, who held Ye Chen's arm, pulled Ye Chen's arm down like a baby, smiled, and said shyly: "Young master, in his heart, he regards the two of them as Everest and K[-]. Today, Qingzhao'an is the end point of the first summit push. Next time, use this place as the base camp for the summit push, and push forward step by step, and you will eventually succeed."

Ye Chen sighed softly, nodded and said, "That's all we can do."

Lin Wan'er felt relieved when she saw that Ye Chen was finally relieved.

At this moment, she is like a newly married young lady in ancient times. She only has her "husband" in her eyes, and her "husband" is everything to her. If her "husband" is happy, she doesn't feel hard even eating glutinous rice bran. But If the "husband" is unhappy, even the delicacies will make her feel like chewing wax.

She was most afraid that Ye Chen would not know how to retreat. Now it seemed that although Ye Chen was somewhat unwilling to do so, he had at least accepted the teacher's advice.

Although it can be seen that there is still some depression left, these depressions are left to myself to enlighten and comfort.

So, she took Ye Chen's arm and turned around and walked on the way she came.

Ye Chen walked with his head down, and Lin Wan'er beside him was thinking of ways to ease his mood, and asked him expectantly: "Master, do you think the mother of Pucha has grown up and grown more leaves in the past two days?"

Ye Chen said casually: "It should grow bigger. As for the leaves, it shouldn't be a big problem to pick out three or five more buds."

Lin Wan'er said with a smile: "Then after we go back, the slave family will pick off the newly extracted buds, kill the young ones and give them to the young master to have a taste."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "Isn't the process of making Pu'er tea very troublesome? After processing, it needs to be stored and fermented, right?"

Lin Wan'er smiled and said: "Actually, you can drink it after it is cured. It just lacks the fermentation taste, but it also has a fresh and soft flavor. Generally speaking, only freshly picked tea leaves are cured immediately, which is good for freshness and The time requirement is quite demanding, so most people don’t have the opportunity to taste it.”

Ye Chen asked her with a smile: "Don't you value the leaves of the Mother of Pu Tea? Why are you so generous now?"

Lin Wan'er smiled shyly and said softly: "The mother of Pu'er tea has such strong vitality, it shouldn't be a problem to pick a little. Isn't that what the young master said."

Ye Chen knew that Lin Wan'er wanted to make him happy, but he was not troubled by this matter all the time, so he smiled and said: "Let her grow the leaves of the mother of Pucha. If you pick too many, you will be afraid." I won’t be able to sleep anymore.”

Lin Wan'er shook her head and said seriously: "As long as the young master is happy, there is nothing I can't bear to do."

Ye Chen smiled knowingly and nodded slightly. He knew Lin Wan'er's thoughts and was a little moved in his heart. He always felt that it was a bit embarrassing for a big man to have a little girl to circle around and coax him, so he said to her : "By the way, Miss Lin, Wu Feiyan should not dare to touch China again in the short term. There will definitely be no risks in the future. What are your plans next?"

Lin Wan'er saw that Ye Chen had changed the subject, so she smiled and said: "The slave family plans to go back to school, but when the time comes, we will have a day school, and Purple Mountain Villa will take care of the mother of Pucha every day. In addition, we may need to ask Lao Qiu to prepare a plane. I will go to Erlang Mountain in southern Yunnan on weekends and take care of the tea gardens there."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "That must be very busy."

Lin Wan'er nodded and said seriously: "It's better to be busy. In fact, the slave family hasn't been so busy for many years. In the past, I was always worried about being caught by Wu Feiyan, so I didn't dare to run around. In recent years, I have been staying at home all day, except for fiddling with some things. Apart from making porcelain, writing, and painting, I can do almost nothing. I even wanted to raise a small and cute Juanshan cow. In the future, Wu Feiyan's sense of oppression should be relaxed, and she can be busy more."

Seeing Lin Wan'er's expectant look, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel happy for her.

Ye Chen knows that for this little girl who has lived for more than 300 years, the next period of time may be the period of least stress for her except childhood. For her, even if she is busy, she will definitely be happier.

Thinking of this, he felt that this trip to southern Yunnan was not in vain, and his mood eased a bit.

The two of them climbed up the second mountain step by step along the way they came. When they were halfway up, the altitude had already exceeded the peak where Qingzhao'an was located. Lin Wan'er suddenly stopped and turned around. Looking at Qingzhao'an in the distance somewhat absentmindedly, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing her stop and look back with a thoughtful look on her face, Ye Chen asked her, "What is Miss Lin thinking about?"

Lin Wan'er frowned slightly and murmured softly: "The slave family is thinking that the master's wife talked to the slave family about Wu Feiyan and Poqinghui, about hatred, about destiny, and even about an ancient Greek myth, but...but... …”

Ye Chen asked: "But what?"

Lin Wan'er pursed her lips, her voice was a little louder, and she said with some doubts: "But she has never told the slave family about Buddhism..."