Namtso, the patriarch of the Beard-Raising Divine Clan, brought Duan Xiao and his party into the Golden Silkworm Realm and introduced them to the magnificent Beard-Raising Shrine complex. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info then led them to the side hall of the cuckoo hall, but Ling Xuanluo was attracted by a sea of azaleas.

"The flowers in this flowerbed really contain the blood of the patriarch's daughter?" Denamcuo prompted, Ling Xuanluo couldn't help but look at the flowerbed in surprise, and compared the flowers in the middle with the outside, and found that the azaleas in other places were pink in color, and they really lacked the fiery heat of the cluster of flowers with the blood color of Miss Xiangli.

Although Duan Xiao looked at the beautiful flowers, he thought of people, and asked the patriarch: "The flowers in the flower garden are blooming very well, presumably Ling Ai will come to take care of them from time to time, right?"

When Namtso heard this, his smile plummeted, and a heavy sadness flashed in his eyes.

Duan Xiao looked puzzled, and Long Xiang hurriedly came over to explain: "Don't hide it from the three, the daughter of the patriarch was plotted many years ago and died. The adults miss her to this day, so they renamed this side hall the Rhododendron Palace, and ordered the front and back of the hall to be planted with flowers to commemorate it. ”

"This ......" The three of them listened to the words of the elephant, and they were all the same, it turned out that the patriarch who lived comfortably in the divine realm also had such a tragic story!

Seeing that the atmosphere was gloomy because of him, Namtso hurriedly broke the embarrassment, cleared his throat and said: "Cuckoos are not uncommon in the Central Plains, but most of them are not as authentic as my Yunnan. If Lingliu Immortal doesn't dislike it, I'll send someone to send some seeds to you later, do you think it's okay?"

The Baixiang Valley in Jiluo Mountain is full of flowers, and all the strange flowers and plants in the world are all-inclusive, but this rhododendron is missing.

However, the three of them all knew why the lord of Xiangli died, but Namtso had already diverted the topic, obviously not wanting to talk about it anymore, so they had to put aside their doubts for the time being, and walked into the side hall with him and Long Xiang.

The group was allowed to enter the main hall of the side hall, and as soon as they arrived at the door, there was a strong smell of tea. Ling Xuanluo sniffed, and suddenly felt that the fragrance was fragrant and pleasant, which lifted his spirits.

After entering the main hall, Namtso sat down, Long Xiang stood beside him, and the rest of the people sat in guest chairs under the closed window.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old palace maid by the door was sitting in front of the coffee table with the roots of the old tree, holding a delicate and small purple clay pot to brew Pu'er. The smell of tea at the door came from the teapot in her hand.

I saw that she brewed and brewed, skillful and light, and after a few processes were completed, she put the fragrant second brew of tea in a small bone china cup and served it respectfully.

Ling Xuanluo and Yun Zhishang drank the tea and praised the mellow fragrance that reverberated between their teeth. For Duan Xiao, what he has in his hand is far more than a cup of tea.

After leaving Yunnan for hundreds of years, he has never touched Pu'er again.

The tea culture of the Central Plains is broad and profound, and Yunnan Pu'er tea is world-famous, so how can it not occupy a place among them?

He didn't want to touch Pu'er again, he was really afraid that once he tasted it, what would wrap around the tip of his tongue would not be the fragrance of tea, but the longing for his homeland, and the bitterness that was difficult to swallow after the thought was picked up.

Now that he has returned from five hundred years of wandering with a broken heart, someone has shoved the tiny teacup into his hand, and he can only struggle between the familiar and the unfamiliar paradoxically.

He held his breath and glanced timidly at the tea, but even if he didn't smell the tea, the pure red soup was so clear that he couldn't hold back his tears anymore and fell into the cup.

He was afraid that he would lose his honor in the main hall, so he hurriedly closed his eyes, secretly controlled his emotions with internal strength, and a smile appeared on his face. And his every move, others didn't care, but they were all watched by Long Xiang. (To be continued.) )