The Tea Garden

"Why are you so shy, insisting on washing your own clothes? You could have gotten something else."

Seeing Yunzi's shy expression, Fang Zelin couldn't help but shake his head.

However, the clothes he was wearing had indeed been worn for too long, and they had also been spilled with a lot of alcohol earlier.

It's definitely time to change my clothes.

Fang Zelin took out a set of clothes from his sleeve, changed out of his clothes, and put on a light white outfit.

I bought this outfit a long time ago, and at the time I thought it was quite well-made.

However, once you put it on, your entire body, from head to toe, turned white.

Now that he was dressed, Fang Zelin used magic to take a look at his current appearance.

He still exuded an extraordinary air about him, and the clothes fit him well.

After putting the clothes away, Fang Zelin walked to the door.

He was holding the clothes in his hand, and hadn't even said a word to Yunzi yet.

However, Yunzi noticed that Fang Zelin had come out and turned to see the clothes in Fang Zelin's hand.

He quickly reached out and took it, then ran away without saying a word.

Fang Zelin was also stunned for a moment when he saw this scene.

Why does this fellow Daoist's behavior look like he's stealing clothes?

However, given the other party's status, it's unlikely they would do such a thing.

After tidying his clothes slightly, Fang Zelin walked towards the door.

He wanted to explore Dinggui Mountain thoroughly.

However, what puzzled Fang Zelin was that most of the people around him were disciples of Rising Tide Valley and another sect he had previously visited.

Fang Zelin only saw a few of the disciples from Dinggui Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist."

Out of curiosity, Fang Zelin stepped forward and stopped a disciple from Dinggui Mountain.

The other person was dressed in the same clothes as the two fellow Daoists that Fang Zelin had previously concealed.

Therefore, Fang Zelin could confirm that the other party was indeed a fellow Daoist from Dinggui Mountain.

"Senior, what brings you to me?"

Upon seeing that it was Fang Zelin, the disciples of Dinggui Mountain immediately asked him what was wrong.

Yunzi and the others knew about the cultivators who came to Dinggui Mountain this time.

Fang Zelin, who could address Yunzi as a fellow Daoist, naturally became their senior.

Moreover, they had just inadvertently learned that this senior had killed four powerful demons with a mere wave of his hand.

He single-handedly and easily killed four powerful demons.

With such profound cultivation, it is not an exaggeration for them to call them seniors.

"It seems that none of the fellow Daoists from Dinggui Mountain are on the mountain. I wonder where they have gone?"

Fang Zelin asked, somewhat puzzled.

Looking around, it was clear that there were very few fellow Dinggui Mountain in sight.

In the Northern Liang region, the cultivators of Dinggui Mountain are among the top three.

Hearing Fang Zelin's question, the cultivator in front of him immediately laughed and said, "The senior brothers in the mountains have all gone down to search for demons. Didn't they say that some overseas Demon Race are plotting to seize our fortune?"

"This is a matter of great importance, so the fellow disciples in the mountains naturally all went down the mountain."

"Haven't they come back yet?"

Fang Zelin listened to this answer and asked, somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, he should have killed almost all the Demon Race overseas.

The other side shouldn't be able to find those guys by now. In this situation, shouldn't they be heading back to the mountain?

Could it be that there are other overseas Demon Race below the mountain, but Fang Zelin just hasn't discovered them?

"They are already preparing to return. Hearing the news that the senior has slain the overseas Demon Race, the senior brothers are all relieved. However, upon their return, they will likely conduct a thorough inspection of all the tribes in Northern Liang."

"To prevent demons from infiltrating the Human Race and causing harm."

Fang Zelin nodded in agreement at the other person's words.

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

He actually thought there were still demons down the mountain that hadn't been completely eliminated.

"Now that Dinggui Mountain, is there anywhere suitable for us?"

Fang Zelin glanced around; he had already looked the place over once earlier.

I don't know which place is particularly worth visiting.

Where is it worth visiting?

Upon hearing this, the cultivator in front of him replied without hesitation, "Then it must be the tea plantation on the front mountain."

"Tea garden?"

Fang Zelin found this strange. Was a tea plantation really that important in Dinggui Mountain?

Why did this person immediately think of this place?

"Yes, there's an old tea tree here. It's grown here for many years and has absorbed some Spiritual Qi. The tea leaves it produces have a unique flavor."

"Oh? There are tea trees like this? I need to go and see them!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin immediately became interested. After carefully inquiring about the location of the tea tree, Fang Zelin set off for it.

After a short while, Fang Zelin arrived at the front of the mountain.

Following the direction indicated by the fellow Daoist, we soon came to see the tea plantation.

Among the many tea gardens, Fang Zelin immediately spotted a tea tree that was clearly different from the others.

Looking at the tea tree in front of him, Fang Zelin could clearly feel the Spiritual Qi contained within it.

Unfortunately, the Spiritual Qi wasn't very abundant.

However, this aroused some curiosity in Fang Zelin.

I wonder what the tea leaves from this tea tree taste like.

"Senior, are you wondering how this tea tastes?"

Just as Fang Zelin was looking at the tea tree in front of him, Zhenke appeared beside him without anyone noticing.

Fang Zelin nodded directly when he saw Zhenke, without hiding anything.

"I had a cup of this tea before. Compared to ordinary tea, it is certainly of the highest quality. However, compared to your fine wine, it seems to lack much flavor and feels rather bland."

At this moment, Zhenke revealed her earlier thought about drinking it.

In comparison, she still preferred Senior Fang's fine wine.

That fine wine has a lingering aftertaste.

Fang Zelin couldn't help but chuckle. "If what you say is true, then this tea, if tasted more often, has a unique flavor."

"Just like our spiritual practice, isn't it also just as bland? Plain and simple, where are all the waves?"

Fang Zelin's words made Zhenke think carefully.

Looking back, it was exactly as my senior had said.

However, it seems that this was the case before meeting the senior.

After meeting her senior, she felt that her previously uneventful life of cultivation had become much more colorful.

These things only happened after Senior Fang appeared, making her feel that cultivation had become much more interesting than before.

After Fang Zelin finished speaking, he turned back to look at the tea tree in front of him.

My heart was filled with longing.

Even though Zhenke said that, Fang Zelin still wanted to taste the tea leaves to see what they actually tasted like.