Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The process of making tea in Zhenyan is no different from that in a tea house.

He just doesn't mess around with things.

But even Nangong Qin, a layman, could tell that Zhenyan's movements were beautiful.

The movements of the twins in Meishe Tea House are of course beautiful, but it can be seen that they have undergone strict training in every move, and they are meticulous to the angle of the little finger, so that there is an indescribable craftsmanship.

Zhenyan sat cross-legged at the banquet in front of the table.

His posture is naturally not correct, and he has just finished taking a bath, his expression is very lazy, his eyes are not looking at the tea soup that is being boiled, and even when he notices that Nangong Qin is looking at him, he even bends his eyes to look at Nangong. Qin smiled.

His movements are like flowing water, whether it is grinding tea, adding soup, stirring, or foaming, they are all just right, as if he has a second pair of eyes watching the tea soup.

Nangongqin suddenly understood why some people like to taste tea, like Zhenyan, he can watch it for a day.

Zhenyan didn't think there was anything worth admiring about making tea.

His movements are of course smooth.

When his restaurant was the busiest, he was frying one serving in his hand, steaming three servings in the pot, and cooking five servings.

And the more you cook, the more proficient you will be.

In fact, today is Zhenyan's first time making tea.

But Zhenyan has cooked a lot of things, big dishes like stewed bird's nest with chicken shreds, side dishes like seaweed egg drop soup, so that he has never seen the ingredients before, just look at the size and material, and he knows which cooking method is more suitable .

If it’s like a certain novel, the protagonist can fry golden egg fried rice, and the next fried cabbage has to wait for the system to instill it before making it, then the protagonist’s brain must be partitioned and formatted for the system, completely losing the ability to learn .

What really caught Zhenyan's attention was the flow of aura above the tea soup.

With the slight boiling of the tea soup, the dense water mist slowly floats up, and the ice blue aura is mixed with it, like a light and slow-flowing tulle, brewing a unique pattern in the air.

Zhenyan had never noticed the changes in aura during the cooking process before.

There is no such condition.

The spiritual energy of the previous spirit meat was too shallow, and the details of the flow could not be seen clearly during the roasting process, but the Yang spirit water was thick enough, but it was stewed in the alchemy furnace together with the fire spirit rice, without revealing anything.

Even when I was watching other people making tea in the teahouse during the day, because there were too many debris, the aura was a little confused.

Now that Zhenyan cooks alone, he can find that the flow of aura is directly related to the boiling of the tea soup. Recalling the idea of ​​"northwest wind (aura) also has a taste" reminded by Lu Dayong, Zhenyan tries to gather himself Stir the aura like a teaspoon stirs the tea soup.

It's a pity that Zhenyan's cultivation base is still shallow, and he tried several times without success.

"Yan'er, don't just control the spiritual power outside your body."

At this time, Nangongqin suddenly grabbed Zhenyan's left wrist, held down the other's artery, and sent his spiritual power over.

Zhenyan froze for a moment, then relaxed his body.

Nangongqin's warm spiritual power traveled along Zhenyan's meridian to Dantian, and when it came out again, the spiritual power was like the teaspoon on Zhenyan's right hand, and he controlled it.

Zhenyan slowly stirred the smoke-like aura, watching the aura spread out evenly.

And the foam on the tea soup condensed into a beautiful pattern with the spreading of the aura, like frost flowers in winter.

"So that's it, this Yunshuang Immortal Tea is worthy of its name." Zhenyan said with a smile.

Zhenyan didn't just give the tea to Nangongqin.

He took out the spiritual honey he had prepared a long time ago and poured it into a cup, then poured down the fairy tea and handed it to Nangongqin.

Nangong Qin also took it as usual.

Zhenyan picked up his cup and looked at the system reviews first.

【Cloud Fairy Tea】

【Deliciousness: 81】

[Remarks: You have done your best, if you have any questions, please start with planting, picking and processing tea. 】

Sure enough, this is the evaluation that normal tea should have.

Zhenyan took a sip of tea.

Ice cold.

The taste of the tea soup is close to that of brewed green tea, but it is a bit thick, and the magic is the frost-like foam, which feels like a milk cap.

What is the principle? !

Zhenyan was studying the taste of fairy tea when he heard the system beeping.

[Alchemy experience value +101].

Mom!

There are hundreds of them!

There are hundreds of them on the Nangong ancestor's side!

Zhenyan had a vague premonition when Nangongqin instructed him to use aura just now, and now when he heard the system prompt, he still wanted to do a lap dance to express his excitement!

This also proves that Nangong Qin's sense of taste is not hopeless!

If you take the taste of aura into account, you can also make dishes that Nangong Qin will like.

"It's delicious!" Nangong Qin said with a little surprise.

This time his praise was finally sincere, although the aura of this fairy tea was still too weak for him.

Nangong Qin wanted to drink it again, and made an opinion: "Although it is not sweet enough, maybe the grade of spiritual honey is too low. Next time, I will catch the queen of the silver-winged ice bee and give it to you!"

...I don't want to keep that kind of thing!

But the preferences of the ancestors...how should I put it?Unexpectedly like a child?

Zhenyan thought that Nangongqin might like milk tea.

Finally found the solution to Nangongqin's diet problem, and Zhenyan suddenly became enlightened.

He slept soundly that day.

By the way, Zhenyan didn't sleep in the closet as he thought, but on the bed in the back room.

Nangong Qin meditated all night.

But it seems that it doesn't matter if you don't need to meditate, because Nangong Qin found that after he finished drinking tea, the voice never appeared again, and he didn't know what the working principle of this "inner demon" was.

Silent all night.

Zhenyan checked out of the room the next day, and went to the bottom of the well with Nangongqin to check.

Just as Lu Dayong said, the bottoms of the wells in the city are covered with lush potatoes. It is also because of the massacre of the city. Ordinary people do not want to use the well water in the city, so that most of the wells in the city are barren wells. this change.

"These potatoes should actually be the ones Mrs. Wenxian threw at the bottom of her well!" Zhenyan pulled out a few potatoes, and found that they were all the same variety: "Why do they grow everywhere? ?”

"These wells are connected," Nangong Qin said.

Seeing Zhenyan's puzzled face, he asked Zhenyan to put his hand on the wall of the well, and then guided Zhenyan to use his spiritual power like last night.

Zhenyan felt that his spiritual power was spreading like flowing water along the dry groundwater riverbed in the well, and the speed was as fast as riding a roller coaster, passing through the river like a spider web, and finally almost bumped into something something above.

"That's the ban of each fairy gate," Nangong Qin "dragged" Zhenyan back in time: "The ground and underground of the whole city were cut into pieces by them, so I don't know what 'sowed' these plants .”

Speaking of this, Nangong Qin paused: "Although it's okay to pull out these restrictions in one go!"

"Ancestor, don't do that!" Zhenyan grabbed Nangongqin's sleeve in shock.

Even if he is completely ignorant of the cultivation world, Zhenyan knows the consequences of suddenly tearing down the "walls" of so many people: "There is no need to offend the great immortal sects, right?"

"Really?" Nangongqin glanced at Zhenyan strangely, and said in a low voice, "What if I've already offended you?"

Because being strong is the original sin!

"What?" Zhenyan asked strangely without hearing Nangongqin's words clearly.

"No, it's nothing." Nangong Qin shook his head, only frowned and looked at the bottom of the well: "But with those restrictions, even I can't 'see' what is hidden in this city."

In fact, it can be "seen".

As long as Nangongqin lets go of his spiritual power, even if he doesn't break the restriction, he can "see" what the people in each fairy sect are doing, and make the other party unaware.

And it's not just Bailu City, as a big boss in the Mahayana period, Nangongqin can "see" anything in his territory, as long as he is willing to see.

For example, he has now seen a wriggling shadow under the courtyard of a certain fairy gate.

He can also kill it silently.

But Nangong Qin only glanced at it and did nothing.

He didn't even want Zhenyan to know about it.

Nangong Qin didn't know what she wanted to get by doing this.

Zhenyan didn't notice it at all. Seeing that Nangongqin had nothing to do, he simply said: "Forget it, anyway, these potatoes are not only harmless, but also edible."

"Hmph? Don't you want to find the monster who slaughtered the city?"

"It's useless to find it! Those people in the city have been killed before."

"What about these now?"

"Well, ancestor, if the demon is still there, will it eat up this city in the near future?!" Zhenyan suddenly raised his eyes, looked directly at Nangongqin and asked.

Nangong Qin's eyebrows twitched, he thought Zhenyan had discovered something.

But Nangong Qin didn't show anything on his face, he just glanced at the black figure hidden somewhere in the city: "It can't eat for the time being, it hasn't digested the food it ate so much last time!"

"That's good," Zhenyan said with a nonchalant smile, "Then just remove the people in the city before it gets hungry!"

Nangong Qin was really surprised: "You want them to move out?"

"Because for 'us', this city is useless unless it is torn down again!" Zhenyan said with a smile.

Yesterday when Lu Dayong explained the various fairy gates in the city, Zhenyan understood that the city was not friendly to Nangongqin.

But Zhenyan doesn't want Nangongqin to solve this problem like Lu Dayong does.

He didn't want Nangong Qin's hands to be stained with excess blood.

Nangong Zhenyan opened the system panel and saw a new task flashing since entering Xianji yesterday:

[Sub-task: Build Yinxian Ferry]

[Mission Tips: Are you troubled by the fact that your city’s population is no longer increasing and you cannot complete the main mission?Without roads, of course there would be no population!Build a ferry in your city!Your inhabitants will naturally increase substantially. 】

[Task Reward: Caravan Function Enabled]

"Although I don't bother with the main task," Zhenyan muttered, "but if you want to tear down a city, building a new one to replace it might be a good idea!"

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