White tea legend

Chapter 135 Blood and Tears

"God of Medicine, you made His Highness Chonghua angry." Xuanfeng Parrot waited for His Highness Chonghua to leave Baicao Garden, then closed the garden door tightly and came to visit Lu Yu.

Lu Yu only cared about the dead medicine in the mortal world, and he didn't care whether other people were happy or angry.

"Xuanfeng, do you still think that medicine is your master?"

"nature."

"Then now that she is in danger, can you not save her until she dies?"

"Whatever the God of Medicine wants me to do, just tell me."

With Xuanfeng Parrot's words, Lu Yu immediately took off his clothes and put them on Xuanfeng.

Xuanfeng was puzzled: "What is the miracle doctor doing?"

Lu Yu pointed at Xuan Feng's face again, and Xuan Feng turned into Lu Yu.

Suddenly there were two Lu Yus in the Baicao Garden.

Blackbird is not stupid. He understands that Lu Yu asked him to pretend to be him and stay in Baicao Garden, while Lu Yu, the miracle doctor, naturally wanted to go to the lower world to look for white tea.

Without the will of the Heavenly Lord, descending to earth privately is naturally a crime that violates the laws of Heaven.

Xuanfeng Parrot knew that it was useless to persuade Lu Yu, so he could only say goodbye to him with tears.

"Medical God, please take care. I hope you can save my master."

Miracle Doctor Lu Yu nodded, said goodbye to the Blackbird, and walked out of the Herb Garden.

The cockatoo transformed into Lu Yu, and Lu Yu naturally transformed into a cockatoo, flapping his wings and flying from Baicao Garden to Nantianmen.

It's heavily guarded and you can't get out easily.

However, this did not trouble Lu Yu.

After carefully formulating the formula, he conjured up a token, saying that he was ordered to go to the lower world to catch pests.

After Lu Yu successfully left the Nantian Gate and descended into the clouds, the heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the gate felt strange: "That's not right. Parrots are not woodpeckers. What kind of pests can they catch?"

"Maybe it's his new skill."

……

Lu Yu landed smoothly on the top of the stone mountain.

When I revisited my old place, the famous mountain already had its name: Taimu Mountain.

On the top of Taimu Mountain, next to Hongxue Cave, Lu Yu saw the tea plant at a glance and burst into tears.

The tea plant was indeed dead.

Lu Yu knelt in front of the tea, crying from day to night, and from night to day, crying until his heart was broken and his insides were burning.

No, he couldn't let Cha die like this. This was the tea that he personally brought to heaven and sent to earth. How could he let her be destroyed on the top of this stone mountain?

He wants to save her!

Ordinary plants and trees wither and die because the Qi of heaven and earth is not in harmony and the order of yin and yang is out of balance.

Spring grows and summer grows, autumn harvests and winter stores. This is the principle of nature. If there is insufficient Yang Qi and too much Yin Qi, the trees will not grow; if there is insufficient Yin Qi and too much Yang Qi, the grass will not grow.

In addition, if the land is barren and water sources dry up, vegetation can also die.

Furthermore, human factors, such as deforestation and over-cultivation, can also lead to the death of vegetation. Therefore, the life and death of vegetation is not caused by the cold or heat of a day, but is caused by the interweaving of many factors. The reason why white tea dies is more cruel than the death of ordinary plants and trees is because of the great calamity of heaven.

If you want to revive dead vegetation, you must first understand the cause.

If there is a shortage of water due to drought, water should be diverted for irrigation to moisten the soil and nourish the trees; if the land is barren, fertilization and improvement should be applied to supplement the required nutrients; if it is due to pests and diseases, pesticides should be applied to drive away pests and restore vegetation. vitality.

However, if the vegetation has reached the point of withering and the life energy has dissipated, it will be difficult to revive it.

What's more, Bai Cha died of a natural disaster, and if he wanted to save him, he had to go against the will of heaven.

Lu Yu has made the decision to go against fate, regardless of the consequences, and is willing to bear all the consequences.

As soon as he said it, Lu Yu was determined to save White Tea. He collected nectar in the mountains every day and went through many hardships. This dew is an extraordinary thing. It is the essence of heaven and earth, the aura of the sun and the moon, and it has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life.

However, nectar is rare and hard to find, and only a small amount can be collected at a time. Lu Yu didn't take it seriously, but felt happy, thinking that this was God's will, allowing him to savor the process of saving white tea.

Lu Yu climbs mountains to collect dew every day, no matter how cold or hot it is, wind or rain, he remains the same. He moved the mountain god with his sincerity and sweat. Seeing his perseverance, the mountain god secretly helped him to make the nectar more abundant.

With the nectar, Lu Yu began to irrigate the white tea. He carefully dripped the nectar into the roots of the tea trees and then covered them with soil to prevent them from evaporating. Day after day, year after year, Lu Yu always persisted.

Time flies and flies by.

Five hundred years are like a dream.

The prosperity of the past has turned into a vicissitudes of life, leaving only a piece of desolation.

The laughter and tears of the past have gone with the wind and turned into dust. Looking back at the past, there is only endless blankness and loneliness. The once familiar face has long disappeared in the long river of time. All that is left is a vague shadow in the memory, which makes people feel sad.

Time is ruthless and waits for no one. Five hundred years is enough to change everything. Those oaths and promises have all disappeared. Only the lonely soul is left wandering in the long river of time.

One day, Lu Yu went to the mountains to collect nectar and came back. After watering the withered tea plant, he felt extremely tired and went to the bank of the clear spring to cleanse his face and wash away the dust.

The water was dull and the mirror was like a stone. He stared into the spring, trying to identify his own reflection. However, what was reflected in the water was a gray-haired old man.

Lu Yu was startled, suddenly thinking that this white-haired old man was actually his own face.

Five hundred years of time were frozen in that moment.

He was once a high-spirited young man who traveled all over the mountains and rivers in search of nectar to save white tea. Time is ruthless, and quietly, he has changed. His hair was bleached and dyed the color of frost and snow by time, and wrinkles settled on his forehead and corners of his eyes. His face is full of traces of time, witnessing half a lifetime of hard work and persistence.

Lu Yu was stunned, the cold spring water slapped his face, as if calling him back to reality. There was a faint light in his eyes, which was the recollection of the past years and the helplessness of no longer being young.

After five hundred years on earth, his mind and body were haggard and his appearance was beyond recognition. For the faith and persistence in his heart, he silently endured loneliness and bitterness. He looked at himself in the spring. The once young and handsome celestial doctor was now covered with white hair.

Lu Yu closed his eyes and let his tears merge with the spring water. Tears are bitter, containing all the difficulty and sacrifice; tears are clear, just like his consistent will.

His desire to save the tea plant never changed, even as the years changed his appearance.

However, even though he has white hair and a white beard, the tea plant is still withered and has never regained any vitality.

This was what hurt him the most.

How should he save the tea plant?

Lu Yu returned to Bai Cha and looked at the withered tea plant. His eyes gradually became moist, and finally blood-red tears fell quietly.

Blood and tears dyed his pale cheeks red, and also dyed the dead white tea plant red.

The blood and tears were as crystal clear as pearls, shining with endless light. They rolled down into the soil one by one, meeting and blending with the roots of the tea tree. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and all that was left in the world were the gorgeous blood and tears and the withered white tea.

A miraculous scene appeared——