Walking on the noisy street, passing through the noisy crowd, I suddenly walked into an inconspicuous tea shop on the street.
Yi Ran, who has only ever drank alcohol, naturally had a different purpose when he walked into the tea shop.
"Old man, bring me the best tea you have here."
"Okay, this young hero!"
After a while, a cup of tea with a medicinal fragrance was brought up.
"Young hero, this is the tea you asked for. In addition, we will also give you a plate of peanuts and a shortbread."
"Young hero, you are also here for the moonlight grass. Then I have to tell you about the moonlight tea that is unique to our Nanshan City!"
In order to fill up a cup of tea, Yiran raised the cup and sniffed it between his nose. A refreshing fragrance immediately made Yiran feel refreshed and swept away the coldness brought by the white snow.
Seeing Yiran's appearance, the old man immediately began to introduce his tea skillfully.
"You can objectively see that there is no piece of tea grass in the pot, but do you know what kind of tea grass is used to make this tea?"
Yi Ranqing raised her eyebrows and asked pretending to be curious: "Is it possible that you still use moonlight grass to make tea? That is a sixth-level spiritual grass, and any one of it is worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins!"
The old man laughed and had no intention of hiding anything:
"Everyone in the world knows that Moonlight Grass is a sixth-level spiritual grass, but this kind of spiritual grass that does not need to be mature before it can be used as medicine still has medicinal properties."
"I think this is the first time for young hero to come to Nanshan City. If this trip is to go to Crescent Lake to look for moonlight grass, then the old man can talk to young hero."
There were no other customers in the tea shop, but Yiran asked for the best tea as soon as he came in, which aroused the bored old man's appetite for talking.
Yiran entered the tea shop not to drink tea, but because she smelled the medicinal fragrance of moonlight grass and wanted to find out.
But Yiran himself didn't expect that he would discover the source of the medicinal fragrance after just ordering a cup of tea.
And this tea shop actually uses moonlight grass to make tea. Even Yi Ran doesn't know whether to say that the shop is extravagant or that the moonlight grass is too common to be ruined on the street.
Yiran filled a cup of tea for the old man, then pushed the cup in front of the old man, and then said softly:
"Since I'm not too busy with business, why not sit down and talk to the juniors while drinking your own free tea!"
The old man looked embarrassed. He looked at the tea in front of him and wanted to sit down, but he didn't dare to sit down.
"Old man, since I know this is tea brewed from moonlight grass, I know its value. Whether you drink this cup of tea or not, I will definitely pay the same amount."
"So there's no need for you to be so coy, it's actually too uncomfortable."
After hearing this, the old man sat down and immediately drank half a cup of moonlight tea in a big sip.
In just a moment, the old man felt comfortable all over his body. When he closed his eyes, he felt an indescribable feeling of comfort.
After a while, the old man said leisurely:
"It's not that I'm unhappy, young hero, you have also seen that the real moonlight tea we have here is worth thousands of gold."
"Even some wealthy families in Nanshan City are reluctant to use moonlight grass to make tea. Only my tea stall can enjoy this."
"But I also understand that the value of this tea is too high. A pot of three thousand gold coins, and this small cup costs almost three to five hundred gold coins, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Yiran looked at the moonlight tea, which had almost no color but a faint tea fragrance, nodded and agreed:
"Using moonlight grass to make tea is a luxury. But if a pot of tea only costs three thousand gold, it is considered fair."
The old man nodded and continued:
"Moonlight grass is a unique spiritual grass in Yueya Lake. Old man, my ten ancestors were from Nanshan City two hundred years ago. I can say that I know a lot about moonlight grass."
"Today I had a chance to meet my little friend, and I wanted to give him tea, so I told him about the mystery behind it."
When Yiran heard this, he immediately stood up again, raised the teapot with both hands, filled the old man with tea, and then said:
"You keep talking."
The old man looked at the tea in the cup, his eyes became deep, and he said lightly:
"Moonlight grass is born in six stages every ten years, but the effect of moonlight herb that is perfect after one year and ten years is very different."
"If the efficacy of the first-year-old moonlight herb is one, the second-year-old herb is two, the third-year-old is four, the fourth-year-old is six, and the ninth-year-old herb only increases its potency by two points every year."
"But as long as ten years are completed, the efficacy of moonlight grass will directly become 100% of the efficacy, which is one hundred."
"The last time Moonlight Grass with 100% efficacy appeared was ten years ago. At that time, it caused a sensation in the entire Nanshan City when it was brought back."
"Young hero, do you know the price of that moonlight grass?"
Yiran thought for a moment and then said:
"Ordinary sixth-level spiritual materials start with 100,000 gold coins, and top-level spiritual materials only cost 150,000 to 60,000 gold coins."
"Since my father-in-law asked this, I'll be honest and say it. Could it be that that moonlight grass can still be sold for 200,000 gold coins?"
The old man tapped his fingers on the table, then dipped some tea in his cup and wrote "twenty-five" on the table.
After finishing writing, the old man seemed to think of the moonlight tea and immediately took another sip of it distressedly.
Yiran also took a breath. The sixth-level spiritual grass actually cost 250,000 gold coins. This was definitely beyond Yiran's expectations and beyond the value of the moonlight grass.
"Junior has learned a lesson. But I don't know how old the moongrass used in this moonlight tea is?"
The old man said with some shyness:
"Only a fourth-year student..."
At this moment, several people walked past the tea stall and pointed at the tea stall:
"Hey, I don't know where this fool comes from to drink tea. He is really stupid and has a lot of money."
"That's right, who would be so luxurious as to use moonlight grass as a rare spiritual material to make tea? Even if he is making tea, he knows how many pots of tea he can brew with one moonlight grass, and how many gold coins does a pot of tea cost?"
"No more talk, no more talk, we can't let that useless old guy starve to death. After all, the person who was taken advantage of spent the money voluntarily."
The two of them didn't speak loudly, but they deliberately let Yiran and the old man at the tea stall hear.
The old man looked embarrassed, but Yiran still sipped his tea expressionlessly.
"Don't listen to their nonsense. Young hero, you have tasted this moonlight tea yourself. Don't you know whether there is moonlight grass in it?"
"These gangsters either don't have the courage to enter the Warcraft Forest, or they have no luck finding the Moonlight Grass."
"Seeing that I am a lonely person who has no cultivation, and I can't find the moonlight grass, I always come to trouble the old man."
"One moment, he slandered me and said the price was high. The next moment, he said that there was no moongrass in the tea. What's even more outrageous was that he used other garbage spiritual herbs to pass off as moongrass."
The extremely angry old man slapped his hand on the table, and immediately a few peanuts jumped to the ground.
The old man's face turned red, and it was obvious that he was already in severe pain from this slap.
But he held it back and did not cry out, just because the spilled moonlight tea made him feel more heartache than physical pain.
Yiran smiled and slapped a gold card with a face value of three thousand on the table, and drank the remaining moonlight tea in the pot in one gulp.
When he walked out of the tea shop, he turned to the old man and said:
"I don't know my father-in-law's name? This tea must be moonlight tea. I wonder if this junior will come over to bother you in the past few days."
Some old people who regretted not retaining guests were relieved and relaxed and said:
"I, Dong Li, thank you so much for your trust, young hero. The old man will definitely be waiting for the distinguished guest to come to your door!"
Yiran didn't look back, waved directly to Dong Li, and then walked into the snow.
Dong Li looked at Yiran's back disappearing into the snow and drank the last half cup of moonlight tea in one gulp.
He only felt a hot feeling spread throughout his body, making him, an old man without any cultivation, no longer immune to the wind and snow.
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Yiran knew very well that the moonlight tea was not fake. Even in the records about moonlight grass that Yiran found, the moonlight grass used to brew moonlight tea was definitely more than four years old.
And the old man named Dong Li had no cultivation at all, so there was no way he could be the Moonlight Grass he was looking for.
So there is definitely a lot of secrets hidden in Dong Li, but Yi Ran doesn't care because he just thinks the tea here is pretty good.
As for why those people were jealous of Dong Li, you don't need to think about it.
They have pretty good cultivation, and they even dared to venture to Crescent Lake, but they never found Moonlight Grass.
But Dong Li, an old man with some hand and foot difficulties, got the moonlight grass they dreamed of from nowhere.
No one will be convinced by this kind of thing.
They have never seen real moonlight grass, so they don't know the medicinal fragrance of moonlight grass.
And in Nanshan City, they didn't dare to do anything to Dong Li, so they could only live with their mouths.
In my heart, I was jealous of the moonlight tea, and I was also jealous of the gold card with a denomination of three thousand.
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Yiran, who was in the snow and wind, followed the noise and came to the outside of a similarly simple house.
Even the white snow in the sky cannot cover up the lively atmosphere inside the house.
"Little Winter Melon, I heard that you have walked a hundred miles to the west of Crescent Lake this time, and you haven't found the Moonlight Grass yet?"
A younger monk with a round head took a sip of wine and said:
"I encountered six or seven sixth-level monsters, but I couldn't even find the shadow of the Moonlight Grass."
"What bad luck."
Just as Xiao Donggua finished speaking, someone else said:
"We went a hundred miles east of Crescent Lake this time, and we also didn't find any moonlight grass."
"Could it be that before the heavy snow sealed the lake, those stupid monsters gnawed away all the moongrass?"
Listening to the conversation of several people, everyone fell into silence, as if this was going to be another cold winter with no harvest.
This year, I can’t buy some medicines as gifts for my children at home.
"No, there is still some time before the end of the year. I have to take this opportunity to enter the Warcraft Forest again."
"Even if you can't find the Moonlight Grass, you still have to hunt down some fourth- and fifth-level monsters. If you're lucky, you might even come across one or two other spiritual materials."
Yiran stood in the snow and wind, listening to the lively discussions in the house. It turned out that this was the most ordinary wine shop where civilian monks gathered.
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