Chapter 289: Daring Wei Wenxin didn't say anything, just nodded casually, motioning him to come over and have a cup of hot tea. It is somewhat impolite to give someone leftover tea. Wei Wenxin put away the previous reddish-brown teapot and replaced it with a gray one. There are many mountains surrounding the Wanjian Sect, and many of them have soil suitable for making ceramics. Because of the different ingredients and added things, the resulting effects are also different. Probably every cultivator with fire spiritual roots particularly likes activities related to "burning, burning, burning" in their bones. This includes the firing of pottery and porcelain. Sometimes when she overworks her brain, Wei Wenxin likes to do something simple to relieve her mood. That's how she got so many ceramic utensils in her storage ring. Wei Wenxin prefers a delicate and oily feel, and can make things look good no matter what kind of soil she uses. The gray teapot shone faintly blue under the natural light. I held it in my palm with my five fingers slightly open, barely able to hold it. Pour water, add tea leaves, and boil tea, all in one go.
This is how she likes to drink tea, simple and rough. When the heat is right, just retain the abundant aura and rich aroma, and never do anything fancy. A pot of tea was brewed, but there were only three cups. This is a teapot that is used just for "creating an atmosphere". If she was thirsty, she would change to a big belly. Seeing that she had deliberately changed the teapot to make tea, and that she didn't seem to have any skills at all, but the tea aroma was extremely rich, the monk hesitated for a moment, then came to her side, placed a cushion half a zhang away, and sat down. The futon woven from soft silk grass is quite old. It was originally golden, but now it has turned dark brown. There are a few worn-out edges and corners, with signs of repair. Later, the color of the soft silk grass was different from the previous one, which could be seen at a glance. He did not use the method of fine-tuning to find one of the same year, but to save trouble, he directly used the new one. There is always a thick layer of this thing in Lingcang's nest all year round, but for the little cultivator, it is already a relatively rare and special spiritual plant. Thinking of this, Wei Wenxin looked at it twice more without saying anything. She looked very indifferent, but she was very generous in her actions. Most lesser cultivators would have been scared to death, but this male cultivator calmly performed a salute and then respectfully held up the tea in front of him with both hands. The ridge of the field was very narrow, so Wei Wenxin placed a small table on the left side. When the monk sat down, he automatically chose to sit across from Wei Wenxin at the table. Wei Wenxin saw it all, from beginning to end, but said nothing. The spiritual tea is light brown in color and is served in a white jade cup. A cloud of spiritual mist gathers at the mouth of the cup, making it look quite fairy-like. The male cultivator looked flattered, but his eyes were calm. The tea that Wei Wenxin drinks for fun every day is also a rare treasure for a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. But he was not tempted. The male cultivator was very cautious. He only took a small sip at first and then drank it all in one gulp. As the spiritual tea entered his stomach, spiritual energy began to rise. The male cultivator sat cross-legged in meditation, trying his best to absorb it.
This place is quite close to the mortal world, and the spiritual energy here is not that strong. But after drinking this cup of tea, the male cultivator still steadily broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. It can be said that it was demonstrated very vividly what it means for a great power to let something slip through the fingers. For low-level cultivators, it is also a great opportunity. Wei Wenxin couldn't help but be distracted when he saw this. Occasionally, when she gets together with others and hears some gossip, she also knows some interesting things. If you meet an unfamiliar high-level monk in the wild, if he seems to be in a good mood, muster up the courage to go up and pay a greeting. Most high-level monks will readily give you some benefits. At the very least you can get some advice. But this is not without risks. If you happen to encounter an evil cultivator, you will most likely be doomed. Or if you encounter someone who has just finished a robbery and is dividing the loot, they will 100% take you as well... Fortunately, these are low-probability events. As long as you have a good eye, there will be basically no danger. When my fellow students talked about this before, they were just trying to persuade the younger children not to be greedy for small gains. "As a disciple of the Wanjian Sect, you should take the reputation of the Wanjian Sect to heart. Such behavior is no different from begging, and it really brings shame to our sect." Even though more than two hundred years have passed, Wei Wenxin still remembers the original words of his senior sister. Wei Wenxin's eyes deepened as he looked at this person. Half an hour later, the male cultivator finished his training. When he opened his eyes, he saw a thin spiritual power like an eggshell, tightly protecting him. Looking at the senior again, he still maintained a stern expression, sitting calmly in the wind and snow, twisting a small dark grey jade slip in his hand, not moving at all. He has the demeanor of a master. The young monk suddenly felt the warm heart beneath this cold appearance, and his face was moved: "Thank you for the tea, Senior!" There was heavy snow falling from the sky. Wei Wenxin maintained a layer of spiritual power shield on her body. When the snow fell on her, it immediately slid down. Because Wei Wenxin's temperature did not rise, the snow remained fluffy with no signs of melting. It slid down and almost covered her legs. The male cultivator walked out of the spiritual energy shield and kowtowed three times without caring how deep the snow was on the ground. Seeing that his entire head was buried in the snow, and when he got up, his eyelashes, eyebrows, hair, and even his ears and nostrils were all covered with snow, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The male cultivator finally heard the first words spoken by this senior with great fortune. Just one sentence made his spine tingle. I only heard her say: "My friend is only at the third level of Qi Refining, but he has come to the top of this snowy mountain. I think you must be a person with extraordinary talent!" Fortunately, this question is not difficult to answer. "My ancestors passed down a fire rat leather inner armor, so I can resist the cold a little." After saying this, he actually pulled open the collar of his robe and motioned for her to look. Wei Wenxin then stopped worrying about the matter.
She lowered her head slightly, picked up a cup of tea, and signaled that he could leave if he was fine. However, the male cultivator not only did not leave, but also stayed with a smile on his face. "I originally wanted to come to this mountain top to catch a snow rabbit for my mother, but I didn't expect to meet you, Senior. It's really fate." Wei Wenxin watched his performance quietly without saying anything. Seeing her silent appearance, the male cultivator was not embarrassed, but continued: "As a casual cultivator, it is the greatest blessing of my life to meet you, senior. I should be content with the great opportunity to break through the middle stage of Qi Refining. However, cultivators of my generation have to compete with the heavens, the earth, and people, especially for casual cultivators. It is even more difficult for us to practice. So, although it is presumptuous today, I still dare to ask you some difficult questions about cultivation." Wei Wenxin nodded her chin, speaking sparingly: "Yes." The monk then expressed his doubts: "All monks are naturally divided into different levels due to their different spiritual roots. I want to know why, although they are all born as human beings, some people are blessed by heaven and are born with a single spiritual root, and their cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds, while some people are born with five spiritual roots, and even after practicing for dozens of years, their cultivation still does not improve at all?" Wei Wenxin really didn't know how to answer this question. This was because she was the one with a single spiritual root whose cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, while this cultivator had five spiritual roots who had practiced hard for dozens of years but still hadn't even broken through to the middle stage of Qi Refining. If Wei Wenxin didn't know that this man couldn't see through his whereabouts at all with his eyesight, he would have thought that the other party was waiting for him here on purpose. While she was thinking, the monk said, "If monks have reincarnation, it would be fine. If you are unlucky this time, you can wait for the next life. But monks like me, once we die, there will be no next life. How unfair is this heaven?" As a vested interest, Wei Wenxin has never thought about this issue, and never felt that there was anything unfair about it. But there is no way to say this. The male cultivator stared at her with his bright eyes, without blinking. Watermelons are so expensive this year. Seedless Kirin is yuan for the whole thing and yuan for half. It costs dozens of yuan to eat a watermelon. In previous years, selenium sand melons were yuan at this time of year. They had a strong watermelon flavor, the taste of watermelon in my memory. This year, there were no selenium sand melons in the fruit stores around. I went to check what was going on and couldn't help but sigh. Is there no one to take care of this situation? (End of this chapter)