Towards north of Chi County, there is an ancient county town called Luyang after passing through the Mangmang Funiu Mountains.

Luyang County is also under the jurisdiction of Nanyang County, but it is located on the eastern foot of Funiu Mountain and is located on the Huanghuai Plain. The climate is very different from that of Zhixian County, which is separated by a mountain, and it is even more drier and less rainy.

Although it is a remote place, it is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains. Luyang also connects to Luoyang in the north, Wancheng in the south, and Xuchang in the east. It can be regarded as a must-pass place for traveling from south to north, especially when Nanyang leads to Luoyang, merchants and pawns must rest here.

Therefore, although Luyang is small, it is not a bitter and cold place. It is much more prosperous than Zhixian County. On several official roads, mules, horses and ox carts filled with pottery silk and hemp are often seen passing by. The size of the county is comparable to that of Zhixian County, but the situation is much better. At least the city wall looks quite complete, not as dilapidated as Zhixian County, and even the city tower is about to collapse. The city is also bustling and bustling.

There is a mountain more than ten miles east of Luyang County. It is the remnant of Funiu Mountain. It is not very high, but it is surrounded by lush mountains, with undulating peaks and valleys, and rainy in summer, so waterfalls and springs can be seen everywhere.

Above the southeast mountainside, there is a cave in the direction of Luyang County. There is a platform of 100 square meters in front of the cave. It is called a platform, but in fact it is a slightly flatter mountain, all of which are exposed rocks.

There is a steep cliff at the edge of the platform. A tall ancient pine tree grows on the edge of the cliff. The main trunk is five feet in diameter and more than twenty feet high. The branches are twisted like dragons and snakes, and the needles are clusters of like iron swords stretching and unmoving in the wind.

Although the weather is hot at the foot of the mountain, the breeze is swaying on the mountain at this time, and the breath of flying springs and waterfalls is particularly warm and cool, and the clouds and mists around it seem like a fairyland.

A stone table, a square stone bench, and an old man with white hair and beard and dressed in thick linen cloth sat under the ancient pine tree and enjoyed tea.

"Master, how does the tea taste this time?"

A man and a woman stood next to the old man with their hands hanging down. The man was in his twenties, handsome, black clothes were as handsome as a handsome man, and a woman was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful appearance. The light green dress moved with the wind and pressed against her body, making her look even more graceful.

"I don't like it!" The old man spoke a standard Henan accent and his face was quite calm.

"Didn't the little benefactor just keep a special hand? But I saw with my own eyes that he made tea like this!" The young man in black grabbed his hair depressedly.

"Senior brother, you must have read it wrong!" The girl in green voice clear and melodious.

"No, I saw him cooking in front of me for two days, and I understood every step clearly. How could I read it wrong!" The young man in black walked around anxiously with his chin pinched his chin.

"Don't be impatient!" The old man put down the teacup and pondered for a moment: "Oranges grow in the south of Huai, and oranges grow in the north of Huai, and citrus grow in the north of Huai, and everything changes according to time, place and situation. Although they are all leaves of tea trees, they cannot be stopped by one thing. This newly made tea tastes bitter and has no warm and sweet taste. When drinking, the mouth is bitter, but swallowing it also has the effect of refreshing the mind and calming the mind, but the taste is very different."

"Master, is my method of making tea right?" The young man in black was overjoyed.

"You only know that you have a good idea. Since childhood, you have been ruthless. If this time it wasn't your little benefactor who used the skill to rejuvenate, you might have thrown your bones and wilderness. How can you find the way with such a heart and nature?" The old man slowly stroked his beard and said.

"The method is definitely correct, but the newly fried tea is so bad. It seems that my benefactor's explanation this time may not be completed!" Yu Wuya said with a frown.

"Senior brother, Master just said that these tea trees may taste bitter because of changes in climate and location. Luyang is east of Funiu Mountain and Linhuai River, while Chi County is south of Funiu Mountain and Linhan River. Why don't we go back to Wancheng and try to stir-fry some tea leaves!" Shui Qingrou said softly.

"Not bad, my junior sister reminded me in one word, let's go immediately!" Yu Wuya suddenly became excited.

"Not busy!" The old man stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff. Looking at the rolling green mountains and the two goshawks hovering in the blue sky, he calculated for a while and said, "When you go to Wancheng, don't let the tea you bring fall out. Wancheng is about to surging, and people from all over the world will come one after another. The tea made by your benefactor will not easily fall into the people anymore, and it may cause trouble to him!"

"Master, why?" Yu Wuya asked in surprise.

"Your senior brother thought he had seen your little benefactor's idea, but he was actually self-righteous. It was because you made up and made such tea leaves unrestrained and disrupted his plan that he would not go back. Instead, he opened a tea shop to make tea goods market, intending to confuse the public with a trick to prevent him from getting involved soon. Your senior brother might know that it was inappropriate later, but he was stubborn and refused to admit it. So he asked you to bring these tea leaves to me first. Humph, I ask you, how old is your little benefactor?"

"Return to Master, I am only fourteen years old!" Yu Wuya quickly answered respectfully.

"How old are you this year?"

"Wuya is twenty-fourth this year!"

"You said that his family is poor and poor!"

"yes!"

"But did he lose your food and drink?"

"No, I will meet all requests for three meals a day, and I will have fish and meat!"

"Then did he extort your money!"

"No, I promised him to pay for fifty dollars a meal ten times later, but he did not mention it again!"

"Have he ever spoke ill of you?"

"No, he has no malice towards me!"

"Hmph, elm wood, if you are a hundred years old, you will eventually become a rotten wood!" The old man snorted slightly.

"Master, just make it clear. My benefactor is just a mountain boy. What are his plans? Wuya still hasn't figured out the joints!" Yu Wuya said with a wry smile.

"Now the Great Qin Dynasty is the world, but the First Emperor Zhao Zheng has no strategy to cultivate and nurture the people. In order to stabilize the foundation, he not only forced millions of surrendered soldiers from the six countries to build the Former Yanzhao Great Wall, but also sent millions of people to build straight roads and underground palaces and tombs, completely ignoring the lives and death of the people. All the people in China are descendants of Yan and Huang, but he regards them as dogs and pigs. He acts like a dog. He acts like this, which is like digging a grave. There are also Zou Yan disciples who slander the will of heaven and the saying of the five virtues of reincarnation deceives all the people. There is also Li Si, who is in the left prime minister of the court, but he does not care about the people's livelihood and promotes the harsh orders of the Legalists, and often beats and punishes them. However, he does not know that there will be a sorrow in the way of heaven. If he continues, not only will the Qin Dynasty fall, but Li Si will also be unable to escape the disaster. Is this a fault for his own fault!" The old man did not directly answer Yu Wuya's question, looked at the sky with his hands and eyes, and his voice was plain and ethereal with the mountain wind.

"Master, have you calculated that the Qin Dynasty will perish?" Although Yu Wuya was surprised, the Qin Dynasty would have no effect on their disciples like Liezi who traveled around the world like idle clouds and wild cranes.

Whether it is the change of dynasty or the sudden death of Qin Shihuang, it is far less important than a cup of tea in their minds.

"Is this still worth it? A discerning person can tell at a glance that there are still bustling people like the rivers that are rushing to Xianyang. The disaster is coming, but it is still unclear. This disaster is destined to be unable to escape. The sorrow of China cannot be restored even if it has been a thousand years. Now it seems that there is no hope for sending your senior brother down the mountain. Let's just stop~"
Chapter completed!