After leaving for a while, Lin Yi asked, "Yu'er, where are you going to take me?"

"The sect leader has given instructions. After the senior brother wakes up, take the senior brother to meet the sect leader. Senior brother, don't be afraid. Since the sect leader makes an exception and lets you bathe in the holy spring, it will naturally not be difficult for you. Maybe there will be good things to call you this time." Yu'er tilted her head and smiled.

Lin Yi smiled and nodded, "Borrowing Yu'er's good words."

One by one, one behind, the two walked along the stone steps, and walked along the mountain road and into the valley. There were three or two thatched huts and three or two bamboo forests in the valley, hazy in the mist, and at first glance, it was mysterious.

There are several clear springs flowing in the valley, around the hut and above the bluestone. The spring water is clear and the water is swimming in countless unknown small fish.

Before coming to the water flow, Yu'er suddenly stopped. She reached out to point to the hut and said to Lin Yi: "Senior brother, Yu'er can only take you here. Further forward is the sect gate, and only the sect leader and the saint are qualified to enter."

"It's time for Yu'er."

Lin Yi smiled at Yu'er, stepped across the stream, stepped on the pebbles at the bottom of the valley, and walked towards the hut.

The hut was surrounded by streams, and Yu'er stood five hundred meters away from the hut. She looked at Lin Yi's back with admiration, her big eyes flashing. This was the first time in her life that she saw a man walking into a valley hut and entering the forbidden area of ​​Mingzhu Sect.

Lin Yi walked towards the hut step by step. Looking around, the three huts were all made of local materials and were made of bamboos in the surrounding bamboo forest. They were exquisite and unique and unconventional.

The closer it was to the hut, the more refreshed Lin Yi felt. When he came to the door of the hut, Lin Yi was surprised to find that the hut was actually located on a natural spiritual gathering formation.

Lin Yi also keenly discovered that the air around the hut fluctuated slightly. After observing for a while, he finally discovered something.

It turned out that a huge magic array was set up in a radius of 500 meters around the hut. This magic array was very hidden, and even Lin Yi almost hid it.

The magic circle uses the flowing spring water to be cleverly intertwined, intertwined, and connected, and is very powerful.

When walking through the stream and looking back, Lin Yi broke out in a cold sweat.

He was shocked to find that the power of this chain magic array was ten times that of the ladder killing array.

If the owner of the hut had not regarded him as a guest and allowed him to approach the hut, he would have been crushed to pieces even if he stepped into the stream.

When Lin Yi saw Yu'er by the stream, he smiled and waved at him, and Lin Yi responded with a brilliant smile.

After calming down, Lin Yi came to the hut, bowed and said, "Disciple Lin Yi, come to pay homage to the sect leader."

"Please come in."

An elegant and calm but majestic voice came from the hut.

"yes."

The door of the hut creaked and opened it itself.

Lin Yi stepped into the door.

There are three thatched huts in total, and the owner used them to entertain guests is the middle one. The hut is very simple.

A bamboo table, two bamboo chairs, and a bamboo bed. In addition, the entire thatched hut is filled with bookcases, and the entire three walls of bookcases are all covered.

There are various books, classics, history, and collections, poems, songs, pianos, music, shengs, and biography of characters. There are all kinds of books, all in different categories.

Lin Yi looked at the various books on the bookcase with his eyes glowing, and was stunned for a moment.

The owner of the hut was sitting on a bamboo chair and was making tea.

The hostess was wearing the most common gray cotton skirt, and her feet were wearing straw sandals made of thyme in the forest. She rolled up her sleeves and exposed two white wrists like snow. One small green onion hand held a teapot like mutton fat and white jade, and the other small hand grabbed a teacup, washing tea.

A head of black hair was like a waterfall, and a piece of snow-white neck was exposed. The hostess stared at the teacup with her phoenix eyes, and a smile appeared on the corners of her rosy mouth.

"Don't be restrained, please sit down."

Lin Yi agreed, withdrew his gaze from the bookcase, pulled open the bamboo chair, and sat sideways opposite the hostess.

"Come on, taste my craft."

The hostess poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Lin Yi. She looked up at Lin Yi for the first time.

"Thank you, the sect leader."

Lin Yi's eyes drooped, thanked him, took the teacup, drank a sip, narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly raised his head, and just met the hostess' long and narrow eyes.

“Good tea.”

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and praised with a pleasant face: "The best fog flower tea is matched with the above good Lingquan water, and with carefully crafted ice and snow porcelain. None of them is missing. When making tea, the temperature of the water is just right. When the temperature is one degree higher, the tea will get old and become astringent in the mouth. The temperature is once lower, the tea is still tender and tasteless in the mouth. The temperature of the sect leader is just right. When tasting this tea, it will refresh the heart, moisten the lungs and produce fluid, relax the body and mind, and leave fragrance in the mouth. It is served with good tea."

The hostess stared at Lin Yi for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Lin Yi, Lin Yi, I didn't expect that your Ziyang Sword is sharp enough, but your mouth is so sharp. Your flattery makes me feel a little fluttered." Shangguan Qingluan said with a smile.

"The sect leader is too humble. Every word of the disciple is sincere. Please give it a clear understanding." Lin Yi said respectfully.

"Okay, okay, don't do those etiquettes. If you don't bother me, I'll be annoyed."

Shangguan Qingluan waved his hand and said, "I invite you to come today, not for anything else, but for tea and discussion. Since you taste the fog flower tea, the best spiritual spring water, and the carefully crafted ice and snow porcelain, then I will ask you."

"It's okay to ask, Lord Sect." Lin Yi said.

Shangguan Qingluan stared at Lin Yi's eyes and asked, "If you were asked to choose one of these three things as your martial arts heart, which one would you choose?"

Lin Yi was thinking a lot, and he didn't understand why Shangguan Qingluan asked such a strange question no matter what.

Choose one of the three, as his martial arts mind, what does this mean?

After considering for a while, Lin Yi replied: "If we are talking about the heart of martial arts, I will choose fog flower tea."

"Why?"

Shangguan Qingluan stared at Lin Yi with a burning look, breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

"Because I love drinking tea and making tea, there are thousands of water in the world, and there are thousands of tea sets for making tea in the world. But if there is no tea, I will lose the interest of existence."

Lin Yi faced Shangguan Qingluan's gaze and replied calmly.

"Continue talking."

Shangguan Qingluan nodded slightly.

Lin Yi continued: "My martial arts heart is like this fog flower tea, the spiritual spring water is like the Holy Martial Continent, and the ice and snow porcelain is like the rules and regulations of the cultivation world. If cultivation is like cooking tea, then all the torture becomes a kind of fulfillment. Only in this torment can my martial arts heart be constantly broken through and bravely climb to the top."

"Well said!"

Shangguan Qingluan's eyes shone, staring at Lin Yi and exclaimed.

"What you said is better than the ones you sang, so I'll ask you." Shangguan Qingluan stared at Lin Yi's eyes and asked, "What is your purpose of cultivation? Don't care about anything else, tell me the truth."

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