You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

In the next few days, Changqing started chewing grass whenever he had free time.

This situation confused Zhao Wuji and Yu Linglong. They thought that the last incident had left some psychological trauma on Changqing, making him nervous.

The two men nervously pulled Changqing around to check. Changqing was extremely helpless and had to confess his idea of ​​​​frying tea.

This time, before Yu Linglong could speak, Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up and he pulled Chang Qing into the woods.

Ever since Chang Qing made the soap last time, Zhao Wuji has been using it, and the effect is surprisingly good. Now that he heard that he was going to stir-fry tea, this tea lover was looking forward to it.

After a while, they came to a flat land filled with fragrance.

In the distance, plants half a person's height stood tall and graceful, with arrow-shaped leaves arranged in whorls, emerald green and surrounded by a faint fluorescent light. It was obvious at first glance that they were not ordinary grass.

Zhao Wuji gently picked a young leaf and put it into his mouth, savoring it carefully.

Changqing was very curious and picked a leaf and put it in his mouth.

When you first take a bite of the grass leaves, there is a hint of bitterness, followed by a refreshing fragrance that goes straight to your head, and finally a hint of the sweetness of the grass.

The rich spiritual energy contained in the leaf seemed to have been purified, without a trace of violence. After seeping into the body, it lurked in the flesh and blood, slowly nourishing the body.

Changqing felt that he had only tasted the surface. There seemed to be something else hidden inside the leaf, but he could not detect it for the time being.

"Young Master, how does it taste?" Seeing Chang Qing closing his eyes and tasting it, Zhao Wuji asked expectantly.

"Grandpa Zhao, what kind of grass is this? It's probably not common in the world of cultivation?" Chang Qing guessed.

Grandpa Zhao stroked his beard and nodded.

"Yes, it took me a long time just to search for this thing, and then I spent a lot of effort to cultivate it, and only then did I get to the current scale. Unfortunately, this spiritual herb is too old and its name has been lost."

"No name?" Chang Qing thought of the elegant name of tea in his previous life and tried to come up with a name. "How about calling it Buyehou?"

"Marquis Buye?" Zhao Wuji pondered for a second, his eyes lit up, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.

"Great! This name is great! It has the elegance of a scholar and combines the shape of the tea. It is truly the gentleman among teas!"

Zao Wou-Ki laughed heartily, but suddenly thought of something and said with some regret:

"Unfortunately, this thing has a fatal flaw. Once the branches and leaves are separated from the trunk, they cannot be kept for long, and the color, aroma and taste will quickly disappear."

Changqing's heart moved, and the steps of frying tea emerged in his mind.

He told Grandpa Zhao that he wanted to give it a try and asked him to help pick some tea leaves.

After dinner, Changqing started to get busy. He washed the picked tea leaves, cleaned the iron pot, and prepared to start frying tea.

He heated the iron pan over low heat, put in the tea leaves, and stirred them up and down to ensure that they were heated evenly.

However, a problem arose. The tea leaves had been fried in the pot for a long time without any change, which made Changqing a little confused. Grandpa Zhao did not sleep either, but sat aside and fiddled with the parts.

When he saw the situation, he smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed, and the color of the flame became deeper, as if it had spirituality.

"Spiritual fire!" Changqing felt the scorching temperature and secretly felt it. The temperature was even higher. The spiritual energy overflowing during the burning process made Changqing secretly amazed and envious.

Then Changqing began to stir-fry the tea leaves with the spiritual fire.

Soon, the whole yard was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Grandpa Zhao took a long breath, as if he was savoring the fragrance of tea.

Gradually, during the stir-frying process, the tea leaves lose moisture and become shrunken and soft.

Then Chang Qing took out the tea leaves, kneaded them in one direction, squeezed out the juice, and put them back into the pot to continue frying. Gradually, the tea leaves turned black, dry, and brittle.

Changqing wiped the sweat off his forehead and took out the prepared tea with a smile on his face.

He went into the house, boiled some hot water, took two small bowls and sat next to Grandpa Zhao.

The tea leaves are put into the cup, and hot water pours down from a high place, splashing into the cup, and the rich aroma of the tea leaves bursts out instantly.

They both took a deep breath, reveling in it.

The black spiritual tea slowly expanded in the water, gradually returning to its original appearance as if it had just woken up.

Pick up the teacup and take a sip, the fragrance of the herb will waft into your throat.

However, Chang Qing frowned, he realized that although the tea was good, it was just "good".

The fragrance of the spiritual herb itself is half gone, and the aftertaste is gone, so the spiritual energy is still quite abundant.

This may be because it is fried with spiritual fire.

"Grandpa Zhao, although there has been some progress this time, the fragrance is still not fully released. I will improve it next time."

Chang Qing drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, then walked into the night and began his evening practice.

Zhao Wuji looked at the tea in the cup, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This kid achieved such results in his first attempt, something that many top tea masters find difficult to do, and he was not satisfied.

He couldn't help but feel a little more anticipation for the finished tea. He stared at the roasted and dried tea on the table as if it were a treasure. Then he waved his hand, and the tea disappeared without a trace.

In the following days, Changqing not only practiced, but also kept trying the best method to roast tea.

The taste of the tea is getting better and better, but it's always just a little bit short of perfection.

Until one day, Chang Qing accidentally spilled the juice of half-dried tea leaves into the spiritual fire. The juice turned into a ball of spiritual mist and seeped into the tea leaves. Chang Qing's heart moved, knowing that the tea leaves were finally ready.

Sure enough, even Yu Linglong, who usually doesn't like drinking tea, praised this tea.

Grandpa Zhao drank cup after cup until late at night, and even when he was full, his face showed that he was still not satisfied.

Just like that, the bowl of roasted tea leaves was "confiscated" by Grandpa Zhao again.

Another ten days passed, and Changqing's skin tempering stage was about to reach perfection.

He has been making soap these days and has made nearly four hundred bars.

But he still frowned, thinking that selling only soap was too monotonous.

Want to sell tea? But outside is a world of martial arts, and something as transcendent as "Bu Ye Hou" cannot be leaked, otherwise it will cause trouble.

Besides, Grandpa Zhao values ​​those spiritual teas more than his own life. If he really does this, wouldn’t he be skinned alive?

After much thought, Changqing decided to ask Grandpa Zhao for help.

Since he likes to drink tea, he must know a lot of ordinary teas. It is not impossible to find a substitute.

Just do it!

Zhao Wuji laughed after hearing this and said, "You are quite clever, just pick the weeds growing next to the Marquis of Buye."

He found the so-called "weeds", the corners of his mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart: This is not a weed, it's a treasure!

Benefiting from the influence of Marquis Buye, these grasses are also extraordinary in appearance, with oval leaves and a faint scent lingering around them. It is no exaggeration to say that they are top-notch medicinal herbs.

Changqing tasted it. Although there was only a trace of spiritual energy, it tasted sweet, but with a little bitterness of grass and trees.

He made up his mind to pick all the "weeds" around him, and then began to fry them day and night.

Two days later, Chang Qing, carrying a package that was bigger than his body, and Yu Linglong walked out of the forest.

This time he prepared nearly four hundred soaps of different scents and nearly ten kilograms of tea.

And his realm has reached the late stage of strengthening muscles, which is also due to the spiritual energy hidden in the body of Marquis Buye that is slowly transforming his physique.

Changyang Town is particularly lively today, but Changqing did not come here for the market.

He entered the town and walked along the main street. Soon he saw a magnificent mansion with the words "Que Mansion" inscribed on a plaque.

He bowed to the guard at the door and said, "I am Changqing, and I want to see Miss Que for something important."

One of the guards was named Yan Yong. He had met Chang Qing before with Que Zhihe and knew about the deal between him and Miss Que.

He nodded and went in to report, but as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into someone.

The man was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a yellow brocade robe with amber patterns, a silk belt around his waist, short hair with a goatee, short eyebrows and small eyes, and a snobbish face.

"Yan Yong! Don't you have eyes? You walk so recklessly!" Butler Man said sarcastically.

The housekeeper dusted off the clothes that were hit, as if there was a lot of dust.

"I'm really sorry, Butler Man, I didn't see you behind the door. I hope I didn't hurt you," Yan Yong apologized hurriedly.

"Hmph! It's such a waste of money to hire you as guards!" Butler Man snorted in dissatisfaction.

Chang Qing looked at this scene and shook his head secretly: This Butler Man is as snobbish as his appearance.