Liu Yiyi's intuition aggravated Song Pingcun's uneasiness. Just as he was considering whether his decision to go this trip was a little hasty, he saw Liu Yiyi bending down and squatting down, adjusting the hem of his gown for him with her bare hands, and straightening the pendant on his waist.
"Don't worry, young master." Liu Yiyi's light voice sounded in Song Pingcun's mind.
After a while, Liu Yiyi stood up with a smile on her face and charming eyes: "Young Master's clothes were stained with some mud, but it ruined his green clothes. Just be careful."
Hearing this, the guard disciple of the Shennong Sect turned around and glanced down at the clean stone slabs under his feet, but said nothing. He led Song Pingcun out of the "Nine Dragon Suoyang Formation" and passed straight through the sect's main hall without stopping.
Behind the screen wall of the main hall, there is another scene.
There is a forest of bamboos, with bamboo leaves whirling and swaying in the wind. There are several winding paths pointing in different directions. There is audio in the forest, and the tunes are high and low, as if to welcome distinguished guests, and it is a quiet dream.
"Where are we going?" Song Pingcun really felt that the changes in the wind and rain made him a little confused.
"Elder Wei has just sent word that if you are a distinguished guest, I will take you directly to Fengling Garden." The disciple who led the way was very respectful.
"Who is Elder Wei?" Since Song Pingcun asked, he wanted to ask more clearly.
"He is the great elder of our Shennong Sect's outer hall." The disciple replied, while carefully supporting the bamboo branches sloping down on both sides to the roadside.
Since entering the Shennong Sect, Song Pingcun's eyes have been constantly refreshed. First, there is the savior doctor who benefits ordinary people, then there is the extremely luxurious archway, then there is the extreme attack formation, the luxurious sect hall, and then there is a quiet place like seclusion in the world.
"Master, it's very strange." Liu Yiyi suddenly said via voice transmission: "There is no one along the way."
Song Pingcun felt awe-struck. Being called wrong by Liu Yiyi meant that it was really wrong.
"It's really strange that the Great Elder Council is so leisurely?" Song Pingcun pretended to be indifferent although he was nervous: "If it is really detached and does not compete with the world, what is the reason for such a huge difference between the inside and outside?"
"Young master, try to be more careful." Liu Yiyi categorically denied: "The Shennong Sect can do so many unbelievable things. I'm afraid that the Shennong Sect does this just to establish an illusion of salvation and mercy in the minds of ordinary people."
Song Pingcun wanted to say something more but didn't say it and continued walking forward in silence.
The bamboo forest along the way was quiet, except for the sound of the three people's footsteps, there was nothing else.
The quieter it was, the more bad premonition Song Pingcun had in his heart. For what Liu Yiyi could see, Song Pingcun felt that his sixth sense wouldn't be that bad. It seems that he has completely fallen into passivity.
"Young Master, there is no need to worry." Liu Yiyi's voice suddenly sounded in Song Pingcun's mind: "I'm here."
Song Pingcun's heart warmed up. It was still unclear how deep Liu Yiyi's strength was, but Liu Yiyi's tone was calmer than during the "Nine Dragon Cynomorium Formation" just now, and her anxiety was instantly relieved.
The leading disciple led them through the bamboo forest, and a vast flat land appeared in front of them. Various medicinal materials were planted irregularly on the flat land, and there were several wooden houses dotted among them.
"The distinguished guest is here. The sect master has ordered that the distinguished guest can go to Fengling Garden on his own. The disciple stopped." The disciple of the Shennong Sect suddenly bowed and saluted to express that he was going back.
"Go ahead!" Song Pingcun nodded slightly.
The disciple of Shennong Sect bowed and turned around and walked away without stopping at all.
Song Pingcun frowned slightly. He found that the disciple who had just led the way had not even stepped half a step into the bluestone path under his feet.
There seemed to be something strange about this. Song Pingcun subconsciously looked back at the figure who had disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Song Pingcun turned around and was about to discuss the next strategy with Liu Yiyi, but found that Liu Yiyi was looking ahead in confusion.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Song Pingcun said while following Liu Yiyi's gaze.
Not far ahead, I saw an old man in white standing there quietly. The old man was wearing a slightly gray white gown with a warm smile on his face. His white hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were focused. Look in their direction.
"Little brother, Wei Suli has been waiting for distinguished guests here for many days." Seeing Song Pingcun turn around, the old man said.
Song Pingcun's expression changed slightly. Neither he nor Liu Yiyi noticed anyone just now. It's okay that he didn't feel it. Liu Yiyi didn't feel it, so the problem was a bit big.
"Little brother, please." Wei Suli floated in front of Song Pingcun at the moment of hesitation, smiled and gave a salute.
"You're welcome, Elder Wei, I'm Song Pingcun." Song Pingcun returned the gift but said nothing.
Wei Suli didn't take it seriously. He glanced at Liu Yiyi behind Song Pingcun with a smile and said with a smile: "This girl seems to be a little hostile to Lao Chan? Is there a ghost in Lao Chan Fengling Garden?"
"There are no ghosts, but there are real people." Liu Yiyi was not polite and said bluntly: "I deliberately concealed Xingzang, but I didn't treat our young master as an honored guest."
Wei Suli's expression changed slightly, but he just looked at Song Pingcun with a smile: "The Shennong Sect has only given out a third-class VIP plaque in the past few hundred years. I didn't expect Mr. Song to be such a young man. I admire him."
Song Pingcun nodded slightly. Although his expression was still a little cautious, he was obviously relaxed.
"Master Song, please." Wei Suli smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and then walked first to a wooden house not far away.
Song Pingcun and Liu Yiyi followed closely and walked into the wooden house.
The interior of the wooden house is simple and simple, with almost no gorgeous decoration, but it gives people an elegant feeling.
There is a small table in the room with tea sets and several small bottles on it.
"Master Song, please sit down." Wei Suli made a gesture of invitation.
After Song Pingcun and Liu Yiyi sat down, Wei Suli personally made a pot of tea for them.
"This is..." Song Ping was slightly surprised when he saw the tea: "Nanjin'er tea?!"
"Exactly." Wei Suli nodded with a smile: "Young Master Song actually knows it, it's not easy!"
Song Pingcun nodded slightly. Pu'er tea is produced in Nanzhao. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "drink Longjing in summer and Pu'er in winter." Pu'er tea has many benefits such as clearing heat, detoxifying, relieving summer heat and diuresis. It can also nourish the mind and replenish physical strength. Nanjin'er tea is a mutated Pu'er tea, which seems to be nourished by nature. Once transplanted, it will surely die.
One of the first-choice medicinal materials for many detoxifying elixirs is Nanjin'er tea. Later, because of its precious value, it has become extinct, and it is only replaced with other medicinal materials as a last resort.
Nanjin'er tea, which has been extinct in the eyes of the world, was actually used to make tea. This must be said to be more than just a matter of luxury.
"Elder Wei, this tea boy may not be able to enjoy it." Song Pingcun felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Young Master Song is overly worried. If it were anyone else, I would have thought carelessly that this was Nanjin'er tea. Please take a closer look." Wei Suli was stunned for a moment, then explained softly.
Song Pingcun was dubious. He put the tea cup under his nose and took a gentle sniff. The aroma and smell were almost exactly the same as those recorded in Po Yuan Zong's alchemy room. He picked up the teapot again, uncovered the tea lid, his eyes were lightly pulsing at the Weeping Point and Shangming Point, and his pupils were vertical. He looked carefully and saw that the appearance of the tea leaves had no jagged edges. In addition, the leaves were smaller than those of small-leaf tea leaves. .
"This is..." Song Pingcun was a little confused. He picked up the teacup and smelled it carefully, and then suddenly said: "Although the leaves of the tea are different, the aroma and breath are the same, and the detoxification effect is the same."
"Good eyesight." Wei Suli nodded, extremely satisfied, and then said: "Master Song, taste this tea first."
Song Pingcun did not refuse, but picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The mellow aroma of Pu'er mixed with a special medicinal aroma comes to your nose, refreshing you.
"Good tea! The detoxification effect should be more than 10% but less than 20%." Song Pingcun couldn't help but praise it. This is already rare.
"If Young Master Song likes it, Shennong Sect can provide it for daily drinking." Wei Suli said with a smile.
"Thank you, Elder Wei, for your kindness." Song Ping put down the tea cup, smiled calmly, and said, "It's just that I won't be rewarded for my merits. I don't know why Elder Wei invited me here."
Song Pingcun took out the round token engraved with three leaves from his arms, placed it on the tea table, and gently pushed it towards Wei Suli.
"Master Song, what do you mean by this?" Wei Suli was secretly surprised. This was the first time that the Shennong Sect encountered someone returning the VIP card in person. Usually, it was only when the person who gave it to him passed away that he sent someone to take it back.
"Isn't this a token of worship for your ancestor? It should be returned." Song Pingcun asked strangely.
"Ah! Hahahahahaha..." Wei Suli was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter, his voice filled with relief and excitement.
"No?! What is that?" Song Pingcun was a little fussed by Wei Suli's laughter and looked at Wei Suli doubtfully.
Wei Suli did not answer Song Pingcun's question. He stopped laughing and cast an extremely complicated look at Song Pingcun. Then he coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Song, Wei admires you!"
