White tea legend

King Tian was woken up by the smell of chicken soup.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the sun piercing through the clouds and dappled on a green hillside. Several beautiful immortals who looked like each other were sitting together around a simple stove built with stone.

The fire was crackling, and in the iron pot hanging above, a pot of fragrant chicken soup was simmering.

A tall and tall immortal in white, holding a long-handled wooden spoon, gently stirred the chicken and medicinal materials in the soup.

The fairies nearby were chatting and laughing in low voices, or silently admiring the scenery in the distance. Their clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, and their expressions looked extremely comfortable.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, blowing the fire even brighter and bringing with it the fragrance of chicken soup. Everyone picked up the blue and white porcelain bowls placed on the ground, waiting to share the soup. The immortal who stirred the soup pot carefully poured the hot chicken soup into everyone's bowls. The steaming heat lingered in the air, bringing with it a warm atmosphere.

An immortal wearing a beaded crown took a sip of the soup and couldn't help but admire: "This soup is extremely delicious. It is truly a treasure for traveling immortals like us."

The women next to them chuckled and agreed. While they were tasting, they also exchanged their tasting experiences with each other.

There is no luxurious banquet in Xianjing, no complicated heavenly etiquette, only natural gifts, a simple fire and a pot of sincere ginseng chicken soup. These men and women are sharing this rare tranquility and warmth right on the hillside.

The girl in white and green gradient clothes poured a little chicken soup into the cat's bowl. The cat lowered its head and sucked it up, and occasionally let out a satisfied sound: "Meow!"

"He's awake."

The first person to notice that King Tian had woken up was the cockatoo.

Everyone looked over and saw that King Tian, ​​who was in ragged clothes, tired and old after a long journey, was looking at them with a pair of aggrieved eyes.

Although he didn't know who Jiuyou Sunu and others were, the king had already recognized Lu Yu, Bai Cha, Black Wind Parrot and Cat.

These people had been eating and drinking for free in the back garden of his Sanmiao tribe for a long time, and now they didn't even give him a bowl of chicken soup. It was really... repaying kindness with hatred.

"Don't feel wronged, I didn't drink either."

The fairy daughter who spoke was wearing a curtain hat and sitting on one side. The black gauze curtain covered her entire body. Because she was sitting, the gauze was piled up in a thick roll at her feet.

"Why don't they drink from you?" King Tian felt that this fairy daughter was more pitiful than him.

He couldn't drink because he was unconscious. The fairy daughter couldn't drink even if she was awake, so she could only watch. It was too cruel.

"Although chicken soup is delicious, chicken is still somewhat toxic to skin patients like us and is not good for my scar removal, so I don't drink it."

As the fairy daughter spoke, she opened the curtain, which scared King Tian and screamed "Ah".

But the once smooth and delicate skin on her face was now covered in burns, forming an intricate pattern of lines. Some of these scars are deep into the skin, while others are shallow scratches, like irregular growth rings on dead branches. Although her face was damaged, there was still a smile in her eyes, as if the scar did not affect her mood at all.

"Don't be afraid, she is the empress of Jiuyou Sunu." Lu Yu said.

When he heard that it was Jiuyou Sunu, King Tian wanted to worship her, but he didn't have the energy.

Miracle doctor Lu Yu walked towards King Tian, ​​holding a bowl of soup in his hand: "The chicken soup with ginseng was shared by everyone, but another porridge was made for the king. Polygonatum and wolfberry were added to the porridge. Polygonatum can replenish the spleen, replenish qi, and enhance physical strength." This is a good prescription that can nourish your weak body. Since your Majesty is awake, drink it while it’s hot!”

King Tian felt much better. After eating a bowl of Polygonatum wolfberry porridge, he felt much better.

With strength, I can sit up. Everyone asked him why he ended up like this.

King Tian had the strength to speak, so he spoke a lot, telling how the Sanmiao tribe was attacked by the wolf tribe, how the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, how he and his people were reduced to slavery and suffered humiliation, how he escaped and came here. Come.

Everyone sighed after hearing this and asked King Tian about his next plan. King Tian said that he just wanted to restore his country, with hatred and determination shining in his eyes.

"I hope that all the immortals will help our Sanmiao tribe, and I, Tian Changwu, will definitely repay all the immortals as an ox or a horse."

As King Tian spoke, he kowtowed to all the immortals.

Lu Yu stopped him and advised: "Don't use up all your strength in a bowl of porridge. The road to recovery is still long."

"So, will the gods help our Sanmiao tribe take revenge?"

King Tian looked at everyone eagerly.

"You lead the way." Jiuyou Sunu said.

Who in this world will be subjugated and who will be enslaved, there is always a certain number of days between them. Whether they want to avenge them or not is another matter, but Jiuyou Sunu must go to the Sanmiao tribe.

Since there was a war there, she might be able to meet Sister Jiutian Xuannv by chance there. She couldn't give up such an opportunity.

So, after King Tian was in better health, the group of people set off with King Tian.

He would fly when he was tired of walking along the way, and leave when he was tired of flying. Sometimes he would also take the waterway, crossing the Wanzhong Mountains in a light boat, and soon arrive at the Weishui River again.

The former Sanmiao Tribe has now become a dependent state of the Wolf Tribe.

……

A wolf stood on the top of a majestic mountain.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, gazing through the mist floating in the air at the ground spread beneath his feet. The mountain wind is howling, blowing the wolf's hair. His limbs are firmly rooted in the rocks, and his tail is swaying gently in the wind, seeming to declare his presence to this land. The sun shines on his silver fur, reflecting a dazzling luster.

From this height, he could see the winding river in the distance, which was the veins of the water of life, giving birth to countless creatures. He could also see the rolling mountains, which seemed to be the sleeping backbone of the earth. The grass on the grassland fluctuates in the wind and rolls like waves, and the prey hiding among them are waiting for the wolf to arrive.

But the wolf was in no rush, knowing that patience was one of the most important qualities in hunting. He observed quietly, sniffing the wind for information with his nose, and picking up every tiny sound with his ears. He was waiting, waiting for the best time, waiting for the next signal from nature.

Suddenly, an unusual gust of wind blew by, and the wolf keenly captured the information contained in it - the scent of prey. His pupils constricted, focusing on a moving point below. That dot is wandering ignorantly, immersed in his own world, unaware that he has become the target of the wolf on the mountain.

The wolf's body began to squat, its muscles tensed, preparing to exert force. However, at this moment, he stopped and turned his gaze to the Wei River below the mountain top:

There stood a group of young men and women.

The wolf stood up straight again and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the breath of the earth into his chest.

As night gradually fell, the wolf on the mountaintop let out a wolf howl toward the sky: Aww——

Then he slowly turned around, his figure elongating in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the banks of the Wei River, everyone looked up at the top of the mountain, where the setting sun was setting on the back of the mountain.