Gu Yusheng walked into the hut, and the light inside was dim. Old man Qiao, a tea seller, was sitting in front of the stove guarding the fire, with a focused look on his face. The stove has seven fire dragon mouths, each with a pot of water, soaking it differently.

Tea requires different water, and the length of time of boiling water is also different.

Gu Yusheng actually never understood that Old Man Qiao was obviously a hidden miracle doctor, but he had never seen him dry or cut herbal medicines, and he was not particular about food and clothing. He was only obsessive-compulsive disorder when it comes to cooking tea.

Even if the guest doesn't understand tea, he is still sinking in it and it is difficult to get out.

Many times, the pot of water that needs to make tea will be gulp and boil for a little more breath, and he will inevitably pour out the water and burn it again.

I never tire of enjoying it.

Often, customers can't afford to wait, and after cursing, they leave without taking a sip of tea.

As a result, I can't make any copper coins.

It's been in vain.

"Senior Qiao, I'm back."

Gu Yusheng shook off the frost and snow on his body and whispered.

Old Man Qiao, who was focused on boiling water, did not respond. He controlled the size of the fire bit by bit and wanted to boil seven pots of water in one breath.

The scolding guest just now ordered a pot of Xianyun tea.

Xianyun tea needs to be soaked in seven pots of water.

Gu Yusheng once asked the tea seller.

With a bowl of Xianyun tea, he can earn 200 peace coins.

As for why he wants to collect Ping An money.

Gu Yusheng didn't get the answer.

Returning from the deep mountains.

Although Gu Yusheng was a little tired.

But he still wanted to make a table of good dishes, drink a pot of wine and a bowl of tea with the tea seller.

Gu Yusheng is busy in the backyard.

Suddenly, I heard a clanging sound in the front yard.

Another group of practitioners came to have tea, but the two teams of demon hunting had nowhere to vent their anger. The crowd looked at each other more and started fighting.

The two gangs fought to the end.

Someone used magic.

Someone waved his domineering sword spirit.

There are also powerful sword techniques that show their power.

These people.

Very high cultivation.

The Soul Condensation Realm is cannon fodder.

The Hedao Realm is the backbone force.

The big man who was cursing was a swordsman from Xianhuzhou, and his cultivation had reached the same level!

The opponent is not a good person.

From a farther west, it is also a Buddhist Vajra.

This trip to Qingpingzhou to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

As a result, I only drank the northwest wind for three months.

The anger of monks was also buzzed.

Fight to death.

Never die.

Gu Yusheng leaned against the door frame to watch the fun, thinking: When I came last time, some people with low cultivation were having disputes. Now, these people, when they were placed in Qingyun Sect, are absolutely elites and powerful elders, and everyone is

It is a person with great identities, but he loses his dignity so much, so he should be idle.

The tea seller finally boiled seven pots of water.

He didn't care how the guests beat them to death.

Tea needs to be made.

The money you should make still needs to be made.

In the past, those people had low cultivation levels and could occasionally break a few tea bowls and smash a few tables. The tea seller didn't care about it, and they finished the repairs themselves.

The two groups of people who fought today have very high cultivation.

But they couldn't even break any bowl, let alone smashing the table or something.

"Stop looking, nothing is good."

The tea seller came to Gu Yusheng and handed a bowl to Gu Yusheng. Gu Yusheng took the bowl with both hands, soaking a few tea leaves in boiling water. Soon the tea fragrance was scented, and the feeling of fatigue of walking thousands of miles disappeared.

No trace.

Gu Yusheng looked at the Buddhist monks from Naxizhou showing their power to kill the slaughter, and said, "There is no Buddhist monk in Qingpingzhou, and this person's martial arts are very unique."

The tea seller looked back and said calmly: "The Hinayana Buddhism is not considered a kind of mastery of some external skills in Zen. At most, he took the wrong path from the beginning. With this time, it is better to cook an extra fish. After you leave, sell wine.

The crazy woman lives a moisturizing life, and the fragrance comes to me every day, and I feel a little hungry."

Hearing the tea seller's words, Gu Yusheng was stunned, turned around and picked the fish basket from the wall, and said, "I'm going to Huaxi to catch the most fatty fish for you. I picked some mushrooms in the mountains, and the stewed fish soup is the most delicious.

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The tea seller and Gu Yusheng talked without hiding it.

Others can naturally understand it.

The Buddhist monk killed all the men of the Great Man with his own strength. With his hands closed, layers of golden light appeared on his body. He did not deal with the great man who fled in a panic look, and looked back at the tea seller and Gu Yusheng.

"Amitabha!"

"Your Excellency just said that the little monk is not practicing the authentic Buddhist sect?"

The tea seller nodded.

"Um."

A trace of evil spirit appeared between the Buddha monk's eyebrows, and the Buddha's power surged in his palm.

"May I ask, who is authentic?"

The tea seller got up and blew the dry firewood in the stove. He suddenly pointed at Gu Yusheng and said, "Of course it's him, is it me?"

Gu Yusheng, who was busy catching fish, suddenly felt a powerful aura locking himself. The Buddhist monk's aura sinks into his dantian, gathers spirits at his feet, and gets closer step by step, gathering momentum, like a Shura.

Gu Yusheng took off the fish basket that had just been straddled on his shoulder and hung it on the fence of the yard, feeling speechless, "Senior Qiao, don't you want to eat fish?"

The tea seller said, "You live in me, you can't just know how to cook and cook. You can get the tea money back first. Two hundred peace money, no one less child is allowed."

"Understood."

Gu Yusheng sighed.

Finally got out of the mountains.

It's not OK to take a break.

Gu Yusheng walked to the Buddhist monk and stopped, stretched out his hand, and said, "Master, you won't make me embarrassed, are you?"

What responds to Gu Yusheng was a Vajra Fist of the Buddha Monk!

The huge fist came towards Gu Yusheng's face without any mercy.

Gu Yusheng's eyes suddenly became deep.

There seemed to be a sudden appearance of sword energy in his eyes.

A sneer.

The golden fist shadow dissipated.

boom!

In the Huaxi River next to the tea shop, the water surged several feet high, and countless delicious fish flew out of the water waves and fell into the water tank in the backyard.

Dingdengdeng.

The Buddhist monk took several steps back.

His eyes were filled with horror.

He looked at Gu Yusheng with an incredible look, his expression was solemn. The arrogance in his eyes dissipated. He clasped his hands together and reported to his home: "In Jingkong of Xiaxizhou Yinchan Temple, you should be a monk in Qingpingzhou. I wonder which school you came from?"

Gu Yusheng said: "Master, I just want to ask for some tea."
To be continued...