There are three famous monks' squares in Xiangzhou.
One is located in the west, controlled by Sanshengdong, and is called Sanshengfang.
One is located in the south, outside Taiyi Gate, where Lin Ji once visited Taiyi Square.
The only remaining place is Wucha Town under the famous Wucha Mountain.
Wucha Mountain is named after its rich production of Wucha.
This so-called black tea can be regarded as the spiritual tea well-known to everyone in Kyushu.
If we look at tea alone, this black tea is not actually of the highest quality. The taste is not as good as Yangzhou's before and after the spring rain, and the color is not as clear as green tea. Instead, the tea soup is dark.
But this black tea can help people calm down and concentrate. Even monks who have entered the Taoist realm can feel some effects after drinking it.
If only that was it.
However, this black tea only grows on Wucha Mountain. A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one tea trees are spread across the entire Wucha Mountain.
There are monks who have tried to transplant black tea trees to other places, but to this day, no one has ever heard of a successful transplant.
Because of this, Wucha Mountain has become more and more famous, and the value of Wucha has become higher and higher.
After all, countless forces in the nine states of the vast Central Plains divide the output of this mere eighty-one tea trees, and everything is rare and valuable.
In the fourth year of Sheng Yuan Dynasty, it was the ninth day of the first lunar month.
Although it is still the cold winter season, in the south of Xiangzhou, near Wucha Mountain, there is already a hint of spring in the air.
It was just after the cold winter and when spring came quietly, the wind no longer felt like a knife cutting on my face.
"It must be the fragrance of the soil, right?" After listening to Lin Ji's description, Lu Zhaoer frowned handsomely, bent down and picked up a small handful of soil, rubbed it and then put it down, "The smell of spring probably comes from here. .”
"Maybe." Lin Ji took a deep breath, with a smile on his face. He held an inconspicuous folding fan in his hand and fiddled with it from time to time.
On both sides of the road below the two of them, there were gradually more pedestrians.
You can often see monks carrying weapons coming and going, or a fully loaded caravan slowly passing by.
In the distance, the outline of a small town can be vaguely seen.
"When I was in the capital, I heard my colleagues talk about the so-called black tea. Now that I'm here, I have to taste it." Lin Ji said with some anticipation.
"It doesn't taste good, it's better than swill." Lu Zhaoer said from the side.
"Have you drunk it?" Lin Ji raised his eyebrows.
"Listen to what my grandfather said." Lu Zhaoer shook his head and said, "I have this black tea at home in the capital. Xiangzhou paid tribute to the court, and the late emperor gave it to my grandfather."
"I see." Lin Ji smiled suddenly, "That's true. Although this black tea is precious, it's nothing more than that."
While talking, Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer walked and stopped like partners out for a spring outing, and finally entered Wucha Town.
Apart from the famous name of Wucha Town itself, this place is no different from other monks' towns that Lin Ji has seen.
It was just an ordinary town, with more monks coming and going, and the items sold in the shops on both sides of the road were related to the monks.
"Speaking of which, where did Aling go?" Lu Zhaoer asked as he walked, "Just now he disappeared without paying attention. I don't know when he will come back."
"Hmph, you want to stay on top of me all day long. You really treat yourself like a house cat." Lin Ji snorted, "Don't pay attention to her. A great demon in the sixth realm, are you still afraid that people will eat her alive?"
"That's true." Lu Zhaoer nodded with a smile and asked, "Now that we have arrived in Wucha Town, how are you going to look for clues?"
"Let's talk about it tonight," Lin Ji said, "Find a place to stay first. This matter with the Mengxian Sect may not be that simple."
"It's all up to you." Lu Zhaoer said naturally.
After a while, the two stayed at an inn called Wusenkan.
I heard from the innkeeper that many years ago, someone drank black tea in this inn and became enlightened and became an immortal. This is why the Wuxian Pavilion got its name.
In the hotel lobby.
"Do you believe it?" After hearing what the innkeeper said, Lu Zhaoer looked at Lin Ji curiously.
"I don't believe a word of it." Lin Ji shook his head and said, "If you become an immortal, you can be revered in the ninth realm of Taoism, and you can also be called a land immortal. If a mere black tea can really make people become immortals, then this town of black tea will be revered." It won’t be what it is today.”
Lin Ji smiled and said: "Even if the chance is only one in 10,000 or even smaller, as long as there is a chance of success, this black tea will not be like this."
While talking, the waiter brought the teapot and placed it in front of Lin Ji.
"Sir, you ordered a pot of fine black tea."
Lin Ji responded with a smile, holding the teapot and pouring half a cup into the cup.
The tea was as black as ink, and it didn't have the fresh or sweet smell that the green tea I drank in the past had.
Lin Ji picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put it down with an expressionless face.
"Your grandpa is right, it is indeed not much better than swill."
Lu Zhaoer was curious and didn't bother to pour it himself. He simply picked up Lin Ji's teacup and took a sip.
"That's not the case. After all, it still tastes like tea. How can it be compared with swill?"
"Does that taste good?"
"taste not good."
"The swill doesn't taste good either."
Hearing this, Lu Zhaoer rolled his eyes immediately.
Lin Jize smiled and said: "It's just a small sip, but I feel a little calmer in my heart. This black tea is really useless as tea, but it does have some effect as a treasure to assist cultivation before retreat."
"What does it mean that it's expensive?" Lu Zhaoer said, "With just this pot of tea, a hundred yuan crystals went out, which means you, Mr. Lin, are very wealthy."
"No, it's Supervisor Tiansi who is rich and powerful." Lin Ji smiled and narrowed his eyes.
When he left, he took away most of the Yuan Jing in the Weizhou government office warehouse.
A mere hundred yuan crystals is nothing.
Soon, the waiter began to serve the food.
This Wucha Town has nothing special, just some ordinary restaurant dishes, but they taste pretty good.
While eating, Lin Ji suddenly heard discussions at the tables next door.
"Tonight, Minghua House is choosing the courtesan. Which girl do you think will be the winner?"
"It should be Pandan."
"Wanyu is not bad either."
"I think Miss Qianjiao is the best."
"Oh, Miss Qianjiao is already a three-time Oiran, so Master Zhou of Minghua House will let her come out to choose?"
"Before Miss Qianjiao leaves the court, she will still be the oiran for a day, and no one can take it away from her."
"That's true. Don't you know that time makes people grow old? No matter how beautiful Qianjiao is, she will be nothing more than a skeleton in a hundred or ten years. No one can take her away from her."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, their companions pressed the two down.
"According to the rules, Minghua House has never had an oiran for three consecutive months. Miss Qianjiao can no longer choose tonight."
"That...?"
"It's time for her to step down."
As soon as these words came out, the two guys who had been arguing with each other suddenly stopped, with extremely regretful expressions on their faces.
"I don't know what kind of bastard would take advantage of such a beautiful person."
