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"You are wrong here. If you put the red tip and the purple tip together, people who know how to taste tea will choose the red tip. That kind of tea will taste better and taste better." Another person said, waving a fan.

"That's right, if Hongjian participated in the tea king competition, then the tea king must be Hongjian."

"What is the red tip?"

Zhang Sichen said, and then turned to Ye Xunliang: "Didn't there be a red tip in the tea king battle back then?"

"It seems... not really, only Zijian is more famous." Ye Xunliang thought for a while and said.

The fan-wielding man at the next table said: "During the competition of the king of tea, the red tip hadn't been planted yet, so Jing's family didn't know what happened, but they used ordinary Biluochun to participate in the competition, and King Qi Shi was furious. Furious, he exiled Jing’s family for 30 years. Today’s Jing’s family is no longer the glory of the past. Only his descendants are struggling to run a small shop. up."

"Then Xiao Er, we also want a pot of red tip." Ye Xunliang said, he became interested in the red tip in the mouth, and wanted to taste what kind of tea could be more worthy of the tea king's battle than purple tip.

"Um... sorry for the guest officers, we don't have red tea in our store anymore, the tea production is small, and you can only buy it at Jingjiatang in person, and they only open in the evening, if you go late, there will be no more tea. There are not too many people, so it is not as famous as Zijian, and every household drinks it." Xiao Er scratched his head, apologetic.

Gu Mou nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Then, have anyone who had the dream ever drank Jingjiatang's red tip?"

"That's not necessarily the case, and Jingjiatang not only sells red tip tea, I have also asked about it, and people who drink purple tip will also have dreams. You said that this kind of purple tip tea is everywhere, and not everyone likes it. I had such a dream."

"Let's go, since Jingjiatang only opens in the evening, let's go to the county magistrate's first, I guess people are waiting anxiously."

Meng Yuci gently put the teacup back on the table, put away his fan, got up, straightened his robe, and carefully combed his hair.

Several people nodded, and went directly to the county magistrate's mansion after leaving the teahouse. The county magistrate welcomed them into Zhang's mansion respectfully, and said as they walked:

"To tell you the truth, Chang Chuntang is now considered as a shop under my name, because the Zhang family is safe with only me now, and my poor cousin has... Alas!"

"My lord's nephew, is he the head of Chang Chun Tang's Zhang family?" Zhang Sichen asked.

"Yes, my nephew is only 25 years old this year. Two months ago, starting from the female family in the mansion, one by one, until six days ago, my nephew was... gone. They all died in their sleep."

"Then who is in charge of the Everlasting Spring Hall now? Everyone in the Zhang family was killed from inside to outside, but there is no one in the county discussing these things?"

Gu Mou glanced at the round county magistrate.

"This... is naturally assigned to the official's name, and I will take care of it. The reason why I dare not tell the people is because... I am afraid that it will cause panic."

"Such a big event happened. Dozens of people in the Everlasting Spring Hall died strangely. Instead of investigating, the lord ordered his own family members to take over and completely replaced the Changchun Hall. Only now do I think of petitioning to expel Demon?"

The county magistrate lowered his head and said, with a face full of embarrassment, he said anxiously: "To tell the truth, I also had that dream a few days ago. In the dream, a little boy put two cups of tea in front of me. After I tasted it, I asked me which cup was better. I just answered a random one, and then I woke up. I thought I had the same dream as those people who died in the county. If I had answered a word wrong in the dream , I guess I won’t be able to wake up!”

These words made everyone vaguely understand that the county magistrate kept quiet at the beginning of the monster's mischief, probably because he wanted to wait for his cousin and nephew's family to be killed, so that he could take the cornucopia of Changchuntang under his name, and now he made it himself. After seeing that dream, he was so frightened that he hurriedly called the villagers to petition to get rid of the evil spirits.

Ye Xunliang was very similar to Zhang Sirun in some respects, he couldn't hide his thoughts, after seeing through the county magistrate's selfish thoughts, he looked at him with contempt.

Contempt is contempt, the case still needs to be investigated, the county magistrate brought several people to the mourning hall of Zhang's mansion, took a deep breath, and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse lying on the mourning hall, revealing a hideous, hideous face , it is the county magistrate's cousin, Zhang Yin.

Everyone present changed their faces, Zhang Sichen said: "According to the news we heard, most of the people who died in the dream had smiles on their faces, but why did this person seem to die in extreme pain?"

Ye Xunliang turned pale with fright, and shrank behind Gu Mou, who smiled.

"It's all scary, so there's no need to follow up with the investigation."

"No...not afraid." Ye Xunliang shook his head, clenched his fists and stopped retreating behind him.

"Ah! Except for my cousin, no one else died like this, so I think it's evil!" The county magistrate didn't dare to look carefully, so he hid aside and looked at the corpse, and said eagerly: "It's just that my niece and daughter-in-law He died early, and his uncles and uncles were transported back to their hometown for burial, I beg you all immortal masters to get rid of this evil spirit, and return the people of Huaiqi County to peace!"

"Use Juling, the first seven haven't passed yet, the soul is still there."

Gu Mou bit his finger, drew a spirit-gathering spell on the top of the corpse, and then punched the blood-red magic spell into Zhang Yin's seal hall. After a while, a wisp of blue smoke slowly floated above the corpse. The smoke gathered more and more, and finally gradually formed a human figure without feet.

Ye Xunliang watched with a pale face, his eyes widened.

"Zhang Yin." Gu Mou called him, and the "person" floating above the corpse moved his eyes, looking a little ignorant.

Gu Mou thought for a while, then tentatively opened his mouth:

"Will that cup win?"

Zhang Yin was stunned first, then suddenly put his hands on his head, and shouted in horror: "It's the red tip! The red tip! Did I get the answer right? Please, please let me go! Please!"

"Sure enough, it has something to do with the red tip." Meng Yuci murmured, and moved Ye Xunliang, who was so pale with fright, to his back, and continued to ask the soul: "Do you still remember how you died?"

"It's my fault! It's my fault! Jinglang, I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again! Please don't harm me... Please let me go! The tea king is Hongjian! It's Hongjian!" Zhang Yin seemed extremely frightened, he spoke incoherently, and didn't explain how he died for a long time.

"Jing Lang?" Zhang Sichen frowned, feeling something was wrong: "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhang Tingliu..." he replied.

"How could it be, Zhang Tingliu is his father!" the county magistrate wondered, and his hair stood on end for a moment.

Meng Yuci vaguely understood: "It seems that Zhang Yin's illusion before his death is something his father experienced, and how his father was revenged, so he will have this expression when he dies."

"I was wrong... I was wrong! It's my fault! Jing Lang forgive me, I don't dare anymore... It's Hongjian, Hongjian is the king of tea..."

Zhang Yin's soul was already in a state of madness at this time, shaking in the air, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"Go away."

Gu Mou destroyed the talisman, if he didn't put it back in place, he might become obsessed with fright.

"Immortal Master, I have just come to Huaiqi County to take over the position of my late father, so it has absolutely nothing to do with this matter! This is a case of vendetta and murder. I beg all the immortal masters to eradicate the evil spirits for us and restore peace to the common people!" Ling was frightened by what happened just now, and bowed to the crowd tremblingly.

"We will go all out. May I ask if you know about tea like Hongjian and Jingjiatang?" Zhang Sichen said politely after helping him.

The county magistrate thought for a while, and said: "Hongjian... I haven't drunk it, but the official of Jingjiatang knows a little bit. I only know that the Jing family of the previous generation and the Zhang family still have some connections, but this fate was broken later. The head of the Jing family was named Jing Lang. At that time, he participated in the battle of the king of tea and offended His Majesty Qi Shiguo. The whole family was exiled. I thought that the Jing family was all dead, but it was revived later. I know where the youngest son of the Jing family appeared. If he didn't look exactly like his father, the neighbors would not believe it. He also opened a small tea shop in the south of the county. He is not well-known, and has no contact with the Zhang family. .”

"So, at that time, the owners of Jing's family and Zhang's family knew each other, and that boss Zhang took the Zijian he cultivated to participate in the tea king competition, while Boss Jing only used ordinary Biluochun, so the whole family was exiled. The Zhang family didn't want to live with the criminals, so they broke off contact, right?" Meng Yuci nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right, it's also recorded in the county annals that one of the criteria for the competition of tea kings at that time was that the new tea cultivated by the family had to be used in the competition. Isn't this respecting the boss to find fault for oneself!"

The county magistrate looked regretful, and then thought of something, showing horror: "You said, could it be that the dead soul of the Jing family has been found back, and I can't see my friend winning the title of tea king, but I have become a person who is despised by thousands of people. , so that old man from Jing’s family turned into a ghost to deliberately revenge and harm my cousin’s family? I heard from my cousin that his father, Zhang Tingliu, also died of a strange disease at a young age!”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. We have to go to Jingjiatang and buy him two taels of red tip to taste." Meng Yuci opened the fan with a snap, and he wanted to taste the power of this illusion.

Gu Mou looked at the orange-red sunset on the top of the mountain, and said, "Let's go, it's already unitary hour."

A few people changed into ordinary clothes, walked to the south of the county in the dim afterglow, and saw the Jingjiatang with the door open. Originally, listening to the county magistrate's description, they would think that the Jingjiatang must be in a poor family, and the door is half rotten That kind, I didn't expect it to look like this at first glance. Although the shop is simply furnished, it is very clean and tidy, and the design of the tea cabinets is also well-arranged and elegant.

The tea shop should have opened not long ago, and there was no one there yet. An elegant man was half lying on the rattan chair behind the tea cabinet with a scroll in his hand. From this angle, he could only see the straight bridge of the man's nose. He was reading a book comfortably. Someone came in. He just waved his hand to indicate his choice.

With a wave of Meng Yuci's hand, an ingot of patterned silver was placed on the tea cabinet.

"Boss, we want the best red tip."