The wealthy daughter, she subdues people with force

one slice,

two slices,

three slices...

He seemed a little hesitant, and played another slice.

Duan Jinshu turned his face away in embarrassment like this.

I really can't bear to watch.

"Pour more water." Chang Guangbai didn't care what Duan Jinshu was thinking, and just told him to add water quickly.

Duan Jinshu hesitated: "Master, will this be too..."

He subconsciously looked at Rong Henian, but Rong Henian's gaze was fixed on Feng Chuyue from the beginning to the end, as if he turned a deaf ear to this scene.

Duan Jinshu heaved a sigh of relief.

When the boiling water was poured down, the tea leaves stretched out in an instant, and the tea leaves turned green in the water. They were obviously fried tea leaves, but now they looked as if they had just been picked.

The aroma of the tea was overflowing, and it permeated the entire arbor, and even got out of the arbor, which was noticed by Feng Chuyue.

This tea?

Rong Henian's attention was finally attracted by the tea.

"Chang Lao, this tea?" He is not someone who has never seen the world.

I have also drank tea leaves in the tens of thousands.

But there has never been any tea as fragrant as this spirit tea.

There is also this leaf, which seems to be alive in the tea, constantly emitting fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

"You know I'm a good thing, right?" Chang Guangbai stroked his beard, "It's just because you are in poor health, so I will give you a taste. You can try a drink, and you can't be greedy."

As he spoke, he glared at his apprentice again: "This water is not enough, add more!"

Duan Jinshu couldn't say that there are only four leaves, so it is not suitable to add water.

He obediently poured water again, and only then put the lid back on when it was full.

After waiting for a while, he poured Rong Henian a small cup of tea.

I said it was a small cup because Chang Guangbai changed another tea set during this period.

The cups of this tea set are much smaller than before.

A teacup is really just one mouthful, not much.

I have seen people who are stingy, maybe no one is more stingy than his master.

Feng Chuyue had already picked up most of the weeds at this time.

The tip of her nose sniffed a scent, and she had already followed the scent.

"You finished your weed?" Chang Guangbai became vigilant when he saw her staring at the spirit tea in his hand.

"Hanging Mountain Spirit Tea, why do you have it?"

Xu Shi was so surprised that he even forgot his honorific title.

Chang Guangbai's expression changed: "How do you know Xuanshan Spirit Tea? Who told you?"

Feng Chuyue was stunned for a moment, Xuanshan Lingcha, of course she knew.

Dudao Xuanyi School was established on Xuanshan Mountain.

But only people from the Xuanyi School know that this is not Xuanshan, but Hanging Mountain.

The cliff is steep, and there is a tea tree on the edge of the cliff at the back of the mountain, which was planted by the uncle of Xuanyimen.

The tea trees are on the cliffs, steep and precipitous. It is difficult for ordinary people to step into the back mountain, so it is difficult to pick tea.

Furthermore, Xuanshan has set up a lost trace array, not everyone can get out of the mountain after entering, let alone find this spiritual tea tree.

Of course Feng Chuyue knew, because she was able to sneak into the back mountain to pick tea smoothly every year.

Sometimes when I feel lazy, I will pester my junior uncle.

The little uncle is not willing to talk to her every time.

Occasionally, I became impatient, and with a flick of my sleeve, I pushed her out of the back hill.

But on the second day, there will definitely be a pack of spiritual tea on her table.

Therefore, Feng Chuyue believed that the little uncle was a man with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart.

Of course, this is just her wishful thinking.

You know, this tea tree belongs to my little uncle, and even her master rarely gets one or two tea leaves.

The first time Master drank this tea, he snatched it from her.

Feng Chuyue fell into memory, but Chang Guangbai insisted on asking clearly.

"Little girl, tell me quickly, how do you know about Xuanshan? Before Lao Zhang said that you know how to prick acupoints with golden needles. I thought he was exaggerating. After watching the video, I thought you had a lot of luck."

"Could it be that your encounter has something to do with my mysterious medical school?"

Could it be that he was the disciple of a world-renowned master from the Xuanyi School?

Chang Guangbai couldn't help but doubt Feng Chuyue's identity.

But when the mysterious doctor school was passed down to his generation, there were fewer and fewer people, and it was impossible for there to be any powerful people.

Even if there were, those old men would stick to their laurels and would not be willing to go out of the mysterious medical school.

Hanging the pot to help the world seems to have become an empty talk in the school of Xuanyi.

They have their own reasons. Although Chang Guangbai disagrees, he cannot judge.

"Are you always a disciple of the mysterious doctor?"

Feng Chuyue did not deny that she knew about the mysterious medical school, and there were some things that could not be kept secret.

For example, they all come from the same acupuncture technique.

Chang Guangbai saw that she was calm, so he was more direct: "Hmph, what disciple, old man, I am the senior uncle of the mysterious doctor school."

"The head of the sect has to call me uncle."

What a coincidence.

Feng Chuyue asked again: "How many generations has the sect of mysterious medicine been passed down?"

"You know so much about the Xuanyi School. If you say that you have no connection with the Xuanyi School, the old man won't believe it."

Chang Guangbai did not answer Manshu's words.

He only said: "I am much older than you, you should at least answer my question first. What is your relationship with the mysterious doctor school?"

"Why do you even know about the mountain spirit tea from my mysterious doctor's school?"

"I have a connection with the mysterious medical school." Feng Chuyue's mind turned extremely fast.

"Would you believe me if I said that I have received the inheritance of the mysterious medical school?"

When Feng Chuyue said this, she was also looking at Chang Guangbai's expression.

Chang Guangbai's expression changed slightly, but it was more serious.

"What kind of inheritance, the inheritance of my mysterious doctor school has not been cut off."

No, it's still broken.

The school of mysterious medicine has experienced catastrophe, the ancestors disappeared and disappeared, and the immortals passed away.

After the inheritance was cut off, it was passed down from mouth to mouth, and some things were found out.

Although part of the orthodoxy was inherited, some medical skills and prescriptions were lost.

For example, the alchemy of the mysterious medicine school.

Alchemy is not a compulsory course in the Xuanyi School, so not every student will know it.

Later, it was lost and no one saw it again.

These years, although the sect has been studying, but in the end learned nondescript.

Even the most talented heir has only a half-knowledge of alchemy.

If it cannot be purified, and the toxicity of the medicinal materials remains in the alchemy, it is not considered a success.

You know, the ancient Xuan medical school, the alchemy technique is exquisite, the erysipelas is completely eliminated, and the efficacy of the medicine is twice the result with half the effort.

"Is it true?" Feng Chuyue didn't believe it, "Then you pretend I didn't say anything."

How could it be that you didn't say anything?

Chang Guangbai has already been aroused by her.

"Whose inheritance did you get? Let me hear what you said, and see if this person is the ancestor of my mysterious doctor."

Feng Chuyue said with a smile: "I don't know if there is a venerable in Xuanyi School, Mingyue Medical Immortal?"

Chang Guangbai's complexion changed slightly, Mingyue Medical Immortal, that is really the little ancestor of the mysterious medical school.

It is said that this Mingyue Immortal Doctor, in the records of the Xuanyi School, disappeared, not passed away.

If she really left an inheritance alive, it is also possible.

But why did Feng Chuyue, a little girl, get the inheritance?

He was wary, skeptical, and curious.

If the inheritance of Mingyue Medical Immortal can be obtained, can the mysterious medical school be restored to its thousand-year glory?