Chapter 272 Self-cooked In late autumn, everything is withered and tall trees on both sides of the official road block out the sun. Maybe it was windy last night, and golden fallen leaves were all over the ground. It was noon, the sun was blinding but not scorching, it penetrated the woods and scattered down in bits and pieces, drying the surface leaves so that they curled up slightly, and the dazzling golden color slowly turned into withered brown. As people moved and horses walked, the crisp leaves were crushed, and the broken leaves fell through the gaps to the lower level. The convoy consisted of hundreds of carriages, which drove past one after another, and two white marks immediately appeared in the middle of the not-so-wide official road. The Wanjian Sect is in the mountains, and this kind of scene is commonplace to Wei Wenxin. But perhaps because she was traveling with the Qingshen Sect monks, she couldn't help but think - Once these fallen leaves are covered with snow, they will turn into spring mud in the coming year after a few rains and a gust of wind. Realizing this, this scene becomes part of the cycle of life, rather than simply autumn.
Perhaps the horses of the Qingshen Sect are also very good at disguise. The horse's hooves stepped firmly on the thick fallen leaves, making a dull sound like thunder, and the wheels rolled over with a creaking sound. The coachman wearing a turban sat in the front, waving a whip in his hand. There were even many carriages loaded with goods. Apart from its obviously faster speed, this caravan looked no different from any other mortal merchant caravan in appearance. Wei Wenxin looked at the road ahead and took a deep breath of the cool autumn air. Then he couldn't hold back a sneeze - "A-choo!" "Haha, Fellow Daoist Wei, please lower the curtain. It's very dusty outside." Immortal cultivators have no diseases, so sneezing must be due to other reasons. After leaving the border of the Wanjian Sect, the Qingshen Sect's venerables immediately reunited with their fellow disciples with the Enlightenment Tea. The number of people who came was no less than the escort from the Wanjian Sect. After the two sides met and exchanged some greetings, Wei Wenxin followed the people from the Qingshen Sect and got on their carriage. In this way, she finally met someone from the Qingshen Sect who had the same cultivation level as her. Her cultivation level increased too quickly. The people of her age in the past were not even qualified to participate in missions of this level. Because this was the first transplanted Enlightenment Tea, and it was unknown how long it would stay in the Qingshen Sect, Wei Wenxin did not want to give people the impression that he was aloof and difficult to approach, so he had to patiently chat with people for a few more minutes. However, she knew those disciples of the Qingshen Sect, but she was of lower generation than most of them and she didn't have much contact with them on a daily basis. So we chatted briefly and then left it at that. The Qingshen Sect is quite pragmatic in their approach to doing things, and this time the large group is travelling not only for the tea tree, but also to shoulder the responsibility of collecting supplies. Most of the carriage was loaded with goods, and since Wei Wenxin didn't know how to drive, he had to stay in the same carriage with others. Fortunately, the carriage has been expanded and the interior is quite large, and it is divided into two small rooms. Out of courtesy, Wei Wenxin got into the other person's car and couldn't just go back to his room to rest.
I didn't expect that the person I was traveling with was so outgoing. "My nose itches, sorry." Wei Wenxin lowered the curtain, but the carriage was not dark. She only had to glance up to understand what the natural light was all about. However, a part of the roof of the carriage is transparent. Looking up, you can see the blue sky, white clouds, and the birds that were startled by the convoy and left in a hurry. The monks of the Wanjian Sect like to fly swords, and slightly higher-level spirit beasts can also fly. Beast carts like this one that run on the ground are mostly occupied by disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. Wei Wenxin established his foundation when he was a teenager, and had learned to fly a sword before that. Except for special circumstances, he basically flew high up, so it was normal for him to be a little uncomfortable for a while. These horses were not ordinary horses. Once the convoy started running, they moved very fast, and the trees on both sides almost became afterimages. Wei Wenxin no longer looked outside, but instead focused his attention on the people in the car. She had just boarded the bus and had not had time to say hello when she was choked. Without waiting for her to greet him, the man patted the seat next to him and introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Mu Lingxiang. Come, Fellow Daoist Wei, take a seat!" The layout of the carriage is different from the popular style of the Wanjian Sect. There is only one floor in total. There is a small hall in the front next to the carriage door, and two small rooms stacked on top of each other in the back. It seems that people can only sleep inside, and they may not be able to straighten their backs when they stand up. There was a circle of long benches against the wall in the small hall. The benches were covered with thick cushions. When I reached out and touched them, I found that the lining was made of some unknown material, but it was very soft. As for the middle, there is a fixed small square table. If leading a team on a mission, this would definitely be a good place for team members to discuss mission details and distribute the spoils after the battle. No one knew how the Qingshen Sect arranged the carriage, and Wei Wenxin didn't know whether it was public or private. Anyway, it made no difference to her. The female cultivator had a very fresh aura. She was sitting against the left wall. When she saw Wei Wenxin come in, she immediately smiled, making people feel friendly when they saw her. If someone respects me one foot, I will respect him one yard. This is Wei Wenxin’s principle in dealing with things. So Wei Wenxin smiled back and walked over. "Hello, my name is Wei Wenxin, you can just call me by my name." Seeing her sit down, Mu Lingxiang immediately poured her a cup of tea. "Wenxin, this is barley tea. People say it has the fragrance of the earth. It is very popular in our Qingshen Sect. I wonder if you can get used to it?" Mu Lingxiang is a delicate girl with single eyelids, big eyes, two long black braids hanging down in front of her chest, and a thin brown cotton jacket with tiny curly grass patterns embroidered on the hem. She doesn't have any jewelry on her body, even her hairpin is made of wood. Knowing that this was the style of the Qingshen Sect, Wei Wenxin held the tea and took a sip. He found it very special and could not help but praise it: "After drinking it, it feels warm and the fragrance lingers on your teeth and cheeks. It's really good." "Hey, this is tea made from the wheat I bred myself. I'm glad you like it. I'll give you this bag." After that, the other party handed over a drawstring bag made of lilac satin, which looked quite simple and cute. I didn't expect that the other person would give me a gift as soon as we met, and we didn't feel as strange as strangers when we got along. I have to say that first impressions play a big role.
The eldest sister has always been a respectable person. When she goes out, she doesn't take advantage of everyone. How can she be embarrassed to ask for gifts for free? She immediately took out a box of tea that Ganlu had offered. While putting away the Lingmai tea, he pushed the tea can over: "In exchange, please try the tea I grow. I have a tea garden on the top of the mountain, but it's not very developed yet. I hope you don't mind it." Wei Wenxin is not that outgoing. When interacting with people she meets for the first time, she is inevitably a little reserved and seems too polite but not friendly enough. But Mu Lingxiang didn't mind at all. "What's there to dislike about that?" Mu Lingxiang took the teapot, held it in her palm and looked at it again and again. “This jar is so exquisite.” Wei Wenxin was not the kind of person who would keep things to himself, so he openly told her the method of making porcelain that he had been talking about for a long time. There is a mountain in the Wanjian Sect that produces porcelain clay. Wei Wenxin is stingy, so she basically makes everything used in her home by herself. Plus, she is also an equipment refiner, so she naturally has a lot of experience in this area. Mu Lingxiang listened to her with admiration on her face, agreeing with her from time to time, which made Wei Wenxin feel a little embarrassed. The convoy traveled quickly, and for several days the two got along very well. Early that day, Mu Lingxiang climbed out of the small room upstairs and cooked in the small hall. The small spirit stone stove, with a small pot on it, was stewing delicious meat. It was really very impressive in this small space. Wei Wenxin felt embarrassed to stay in the room any longer, so she followed him out. Unexpectedly, just as she sat down, she heard Mu Lingxiang say something inexplicable: "Wen Xin, isn't it strange? It's clearly autumn, but I feel like it's spring." If you write novels for a long time, you will become more and more literary. The world is too big, and I have never been to most places. But I have them in my mind. I often comfort myself that perhaps the scenes in my mind are more beautiful than in reality. If I just dream like this until the end of my life, I think this life will be very exciting. The poor but happy author sighed. (End of this chapter)