The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Yu Shuheng and Su Xiaoya listened quietly to Xianyu Daxi's story, and took a sip of Baihao Yinzhen from time to time.

Hmm, seems like something is missing?

Su Xiaoya slapped her head, melon seeds, snacks and fruits!

Xianyu Daxi’s storytelling was so vivid and emotional that he could rival that of a storyteller.

How can such a good story be without melon seeds, snacks and fruits?

Su Xiaoya waved her hand and took out three plates of peanut crisps, three plates of red dates, and three plates of peaches, and placed a plate of each in front of the three people.

Yu Shuheng directly picked up a peach and ate it slowly. The fruit snacks in Su Xiaoya’s space were delicious.

Xianyu Daxi was stunned for a moment. Taking something out of thin air?

Really hammered.

The Su family is truly a family of immortal cultivators!

Xianyu Daxi swallowed his saliva and took a red date and ate it in no time.

Ah!

Not only does it taste delicious, but it also creates a warm feeling in your stomach.

Xianyu Daxi simply followed Yu Shuheng's example and picked up the peach and started to eat it. His mouth was full of juice, which was extremely sweet and refreshing. A warm current that was more obvious than that brought by the spiritual dates immediately flowed through his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

Fortunately, Xianyu Daxi, being an old fox after all, quickly came to his senses and continued to tell the legend of Baihao Yinzhen.

Not to mention telling a story, as long as Su Xiaoya could give him some more fairy fruits, he would be willing to tell stories every day.

Xianyu Daxi's cultivation was that of a Grandmaster, and over the years, he had some hidden injuries and old injuries that caused blockages in his tendons and veins. At this moment, he had only eaten a red date and a peach, and the blockages had already been cleared.

Therefore, Xianyu Daxi told the story even more enthusiastically.

In a corner of Zhenghe County, there is a quiet and peaceful village, in which lives an ordinary yet special family. There are only three brothers and sisters in this family, namely Zhigang, Zhicheng and Zhiyu.

Zhigang, Zhicheng and Zhiyu are orphans whose parents died when they were young. They grew up slowly with the help of the villagers, who gave them steamed bread from one family and wild vegetable dumplings from another.

Zhigang is the eldest brother. Although he is dark and thin, he is very tall and has a resolute face. His eyes reveal a sense of determination and responsibility. Since he was a child, he has been very sensible and took the initiative to take care of his younger brothers and sisters.

By the time he was ten years old, Zhigang had already been working hard to support his younger siblings. His skin was tanned by the sun and his hands were covered with calluses, which were the traces of his hard work and odd jobs to support his younger siblings.

Zhicheng is the second oldest brother. He is slightly shorter but very strong. He always has a bright smile on his face, which makes people feel warm and friendly. He has a pair of bright eyes, revealing his intelligence and wit. Zhicheng is good at thinking and can always come up with solutions to problems. For example, he goes up the mountain to hunt birds, dig out bird nests, and makes simple traps to catch rabbits and pheasants to improve the family's meals.

Zhiyu is the youngest sister. She is pretty and lovely, with a lively look in her eyes. Her smile is like the sunshine in spring, warming everyone's heart. Her hair is always tied into two small braids, which flutter like little butterflies when she runs.

Although Zhiyu is small, she is not lazy. She washes and mends her brothers' clothes. She always tries to do things within her ability.

In the process of growing up, although Zhigang and his two siblings lived in poverty, their hearts were full of kindness and optimism. They knew how to be grateful and always used their actions to repay the love of the villagers.

When they were young, the three brothers and sisters would help the villagers to collect grass for pigs, pick wild vegetables, and collect firewood...

When they grew up, the three siblings often helped the elderly in the village to fetch water and chop firewood, taught the children how to make simple traps, and trained the children to shoot slingshots.

The kindness and helpfulness of the Zhigang brothers and sisters won the love and respect of the villagers.

As time goes by, Zhigang, Zhicheng and Zhiyu have grown up, and their appearance has changed a little, but what remains unchanged is their inner kindness and determination.

The plague was rampant and the crops were completely destroyed, causing great suffering to the villagers. Looking at the suffering villagers, their hearts were filled with anxiety and sympathy.

After some discussion, the three siblings decided to step forward and take turns to go to the mysterious Donggong Mountain to look for the legendary magic grass in order to save everyone from the dire straits.

The eldest brother Zhigang led the way and embarked on this journey full of unknowns with firm belief and fearless courage.

When Zhigang finally arrived at the foot of Donggong Mountain, he couldn't help but feel an irrepressible sense of awe. The towering mountain in front of him seemed like an insurmountable barrier, which was daunting.

Zhigang closed his eyes silently, but the faces of the villagers who were suffering kept appearing in his mind. Plague and famine made the villagers either poor and hard-working; or suffering from illness and pain. Each figure was deeply imprinted in his heart and became the softest corner of his heart.

For Zhigang and his two siblings, these villagers are not just ordinary neighbors, but also benefactors in their lives. It is precisely because of the help and support of these kind and simple people that they were able to grow up safely without starving or freezing to death after their parents died.

I will repay the kindness of saving my life with a gift of grass and a ring.

Thinking of this, Zhigang's eyes became more determined. He knew that this mission to Donggong Mountain to find the elixir was extremely difficult and he might even lose his life. But for the villagers who gave them hope and courage, he would not hesitate even at the cost of his life!

Just then, a mysterious old man suddenly appeared on the side of the road.

The old man has a kind face, and his face is full of traces of time, like an ancient painting. His skin is a light bronze color, as if it has been baptized by time. The most eye-catching thing is his long white beard, like a bunch of white snowflakes, gently hanging on his chest. The white beard is soft and smooth, as if every strand contains wisdom and the precipitation of time.

His eyes are deep and bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a kind of wisdom and depth. When he looks at you, you will feel the warmth and strength in his eyes, as if he can see through everything in your heart. His eyebrows are thick and slender, slightly raised, giving people a kind and amiable feeling.

The old man was dressed simply and neatly, in a loose robe, with sleeves fluttering in the wind, revealing an otherworldly temperament. In his left hand, he held a string of ancient prayer beads, turning them from time to time, as if he was praying silently, and in his right hand he leaned on a maroon dragon-headed cane.

The old man walked slowly towards Zhigang and said softly, "My child, the magic grass grows next to the Longjing on the mountain. But you must remember not to look back on the way up the mountain. Only by moving forward courageously can you find the magic grass."

Zhigang nodded repeatedly in gratitude, remembered the old man's instructions, thanked him, and headed towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.

The mountain road was rugged and full of thorns, but Zhigang's steps were always firm and powerful. He kept in mind the old man's instructions and kept moving forward without slacking off.

Time passed by, and finally, he saw Longjing in the distance. Zhigang was exhausted, but there was hope in his eyes.

Zhigang continued to climb step by step with difficulty, and finally reached the halfway point of the mountain. A rocky, eerie and terrifying scene appeared before his eyes.

Just when he was feeling a little scared, he suddenly heard a deafening roar:

"Who are you? How dare you go up there!"

Zhigang was so frightened that he trembled all over and looked back involuntarily.

The moment Zhigang turned around, his body became stiff and unable to move, and finally turned into a brand new stone on the rocky hill.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, Zhigang finally understood how this pile of rocks came about. These stones were transformed by warriors who were looking for the magic herb.

But he didn't have time to say anything.

After waiting for two days, Zhigang still didn't come back. Zhicheng and Zhiyu knew that their brother might never come back.

The brother and sister felt very sad, but they were unwilling to give up and wanted to repay their gratitude.

Next, it was the turn of the second brother Zhicheng to continue looking for the magic herb. Carrying his sister's expectations, he worked hard along the path his brother had taken.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhicheng also met the old man with white beard and received the same instructions.

Zhicheng looked up at Donggong Mountain. The entire Donggong Mountain was like a mysterious giant beast, baring its sinister fangs at Zhicheng, as if as long as Zhicheng took a step forward, he would be swallowed up.

A sense of fear arose spontaneously, spreading to every part of his body. But Zhicheng knew that he could not retreat! He had to go pick the magic grass and save his fellow villagers.

Zhicheng gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and took the first step firmly, followed by the second step. The further he took, the more determined he became.

When Zhicheng reached the halfway point of the mountain, the fear in his heart did not diminish at all. But he gritted his teeth and told himself not to look back, not to look back, never to look back!

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew by, bringing a strange sound. Zhicheng's heartbeat accelerated, and he couldn't help but turn back. The same fate befell him, and he also turned into a huge rock.

At this moment, he regretted that he had not completed the mission, and his little sister would have to go through everything that he and his elder brother had gone through. He could only pray, pray that God would help their little sister.

The task of finding the magic herb finally fell on Zhiyu's shoulders. She knew that the road ahead was full of unknown dangers, but in order to save the villagers who treated her three siblings like family, she resolutely embarked on the journey of finding the magic herb.

Zhiyu secretly vowed that she must find the magic herb and save her fellow villagers.

After Zhiyu set out, she also met the white-haired grandfather at the foot of the mountain, who also told her not to look back. The only difference was that the white-bearded grandfather gave her a piece of roasted glutinous rice cake.

Looking at Zhiyu who continued to climb the mountain, the old grandfather with white beard had encouragement in his eyes. The three siblings were all good kids. He hoped that the little girl could fulfill the wishes of her two brothers and successfully get the magic grass!

Ugh!

He is bound by the laws of nature and there is only so much he can do. Everything depends on Zhiyu.

After thanking the old man with white beard, Zhiyu continued to move forward, and every step was full of hardship. Her physical strength was not as good as her two brothers. But she always remembered the lessons of her eldest and second brothers, and moved forward firmly without hesitation.

When Zhiyu arrived at the rocky hill halfway up the mountain, strange noises came from all directions. The surrounding environment became even more eerie and terrifying, as if something was watching and waiting in the darkness, wanting to devour people.

Zhiyu closed her eyes tightly, not letting fear affect her determination. She stuffed her ears with glutinous rice cakes and walked forward with heavy steps. She remembered the instructions of the old man with white beard, thinking of her two brothers, as if the two brothers were anxiously pulling her arms and desperately pulling her forward...

A tear fell.

Zhiyu resolutely refused to look back and followed his two "brothers" forward and forward.

Zhiyu prayed silently, asking the gods to bless him to find the magic herb, fulfill his two brothers' wishes, and save everyone.

With tenacious perseverance, Zhiyu finally climbed to the top of the mountain and came to Longjing.

The wind stopped.

All sounds disappeared.

A ray of sunlight fell and hit Zhiyu, as if covering her with a layer of halo.

Feeling warm, Zhiyu opened her eyes. She was so excited that her eyes shone brightly. She saw the legendary magic grass!

These fairy grasses were emerald green and emitted a strange light. Zhiyu carefully plucked the buds and leaves from the fairy grasses and watered them with well water. The fairy grasses quickly blossomed and bore fruit. Zhiyu then picked the seeds and put them in the cloth bag he brought with him. He went down the mountain happily and went home to plant the seeds all over the hillside.

This magical herb is the Baihao Yinzhen tea tree.

A magical thing happened. In just a moment, Baihao Yinzhen tea trees all over the mountains broke through the ground and grew lushly.

Zhiyu picked the immortal herbs and distributed them to the villagers who were sick. A miracle happened - people's illnesses gradually improved and their health was restored.

From then on, Zhenghe County was no longer troubled by drought and plague, and people lived a happy and healthy life.

Zhiyu built a thatched hut next to the two huge stones that Zhigang and Zhicheng transformed into and lived there to accompany his two brothers.

Zhiyu also scattered the seeds of Baihao Yinzhen tea trees on this hillside, so that the fairy grass all over the mountain would accompany his brother together with himself.

Every year on Qingming Festival, the rescued villagers would bring incense, candles, yellow paper and offerings to worship Zhigang, Zhicheng and all the stones on this rocky beach.

Xianyu Daxi finally finished telling the legend of Baihao Yinzhen, but he couldn't really describe the feeling in his heart.

Yu Shuheng and Su Xiaoya also looked at each other. Their focus fell on the old man with white beard.

If I heard correctly, the old man with white beard said: "Heaven's law binds!"