Chapter 1 The End

Wang Quan Mountain's birthday banquet came to an end with the conclusion of this battle.

Many martial artists dispersed with their own thoughts, and many others stayed at the inn, lingering nearby, because many Weapon Masters had not yet left Wang Quan Mountain.

Behind Wang Quan Mountain, in an open space, there was a stone table. The stone table stood not far from the cliff, where An Qisheng usually sat quietly to drink tea and play chess.

At this time, several people sat facing each other.

"This tea is taken from two tea trees beside my master's meditation spot on the back mountain. The water is clear spring water drawn from the mountains. It is boiled with burning sandalwood, the best in the world."

Zhang Haohao, dressed in a white Taoist robe, smiled and poured tea for everyone:

"Uncle Yun, Uncle Yan, Lord Liu, Chief Wang, how does it taste?"

The water vapor curled up, and the fragrance of tea wafted through the air, making people feel refreshed.

"Good tea!"

Yan Kuangtu sniffed lightly and praised, "This tea tree grows in the place where Brother Wang Quan comprehends the Dao. It naturally has three points of Dao essence. Its color is clear and fragrant, hard to find in the world."

He knew his tea.

Although everyone in the world thought he was a martial artist, as the master of Da Long Men, he was naturally more than just a martial artist.

When people are no longer oppressed by life, they will inevitably live exquisitely.

"It is indeed good tea."

Liu Yanchang nodded slightly.

Wang Quan Daoren's physique and spirit were extraordinary and saintly. His own aura was incomparably strange. Being in this aura would bring great benefits.

So it was for people, birds, beasts, and flowers and plants.

These two tea trees were originally ordinary, but because they were close to An Qisheng, they became top-grade.

Just like this Zhang Haohao, who once had ordinary roots and talent, but now, in just a few years, he has undergone a transformation, his whole person is incomparably transparent, exuding an incomparably clear aura.

Compared to Jiang Tingting, Yan Kaiyu, and that slippery Liu Ming, he was even more like Wang Quan Daoren.

Looking at it now, whether it was Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, or Jiang Tingting, although their martial arts were not as good as Sun En and the other six, they seemed more calm and composed.

Not to mention being so amazingly talented, as heirs to the sect, they were sufficient.

"The tea is good, but it always lacks a bit of flavor."

On the contrary, Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong didn't feel much. They only felt that even the best tea was not as flavorful as wine.

Yun Haitian even said directly:

"Zhang boy, where's the wine your master hid? Quickly go and get two jars for this old man!"

"Uncle Yun, please don't embarrass your disciple."

Zhang Haohao shook his head with a chuckle:

"Who in the world can find what Master hides?"

"That's true."

Yun Haitian was a little regretful. Yangxiao Hall's wine was the best in the world, but it was still a bit inferior to An Qisheng's wine.

Wang Jianglong glanced at Mu Qingliu, Sun En, Wu Lingcheng and the other six who were standing side by side not far away, and asked, "Where is Daoren? He said he would invite us to drink tea, why is he nowhere to be seen?"

The others also looked at Zhang Haohao.

"Senior, you may not know, in recent years, my master has always gone to the back of the mountain for an hour every day, rain or shine..."

Zhang Haohao paused here, with a strange look on his face, and then said:

"Specifically, let's wait for Master to come and talk about it, this disciple really can't say..."

"Brother Yun is thinking about my few jars of wine again?"

Before a chuckle fell, An Qisheng had already arrived before everyone.

He was still wearing a white Taoist robe, holding a jar of wine in one hand, and a wooden basin in the other, with a faint fragrance wafting out.

"Brother Daoren knows me."

Yun Haitian laughed, took the wine jar from An Qisheng, shook it casually, and broke the seal. The aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

Sun En and the others not far away couldn't help but look over, smelling the aroma of the wine.

Yun Haitian poured a cup of wine for everyone, and waved to Sun En and the others:

"You kids, come closer, what are you standing so far away for? Are we old guys going to make things difficult for you?"

Sun En and the others were not afraid, so they walked over.

Zhang Haohao glanced at these teenagers who were younger than him, but whose martial arts were better than him, and cupped his hands slightly:

"Everyone, please, little brother Sun, don't be polite."

"Brother Hao."

A smile appeared on Sun En's face.

He had a good relationship with Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao. They got along well when they were young, and Zhang Haohao took good care of him.

"Boy Mu, your great-grandfather sought benevolence and obtained it, without complaint, you should remember that."

Yan Kuangtu looked at Mu Qingliu, who had a look of grief on his face, and warned in a cold voice.

He was not afraid that Mu Qingliu would take revenge and hurt An Qisheng, but he did not want him to drag the Wan Jian Villa into the quagmire.

With An Qisheng's current strength, Wan Jian Villa would not be a match.

"Master Yan, rest assured."

Mu Qingliu's face was wooden, and he just nodded when he heard the words, "Great-grandfather died for the Dao, I naturally understand."

Yan Kuangtu's face softened slightly, and seeing him look at An Qisheng, he spoke again:

"It's just that Sword Twenty-Three's power is not limited to this. If Qingliu's martial arts are greatly accomplished in the future, he will definitely use Sword Twenty-Three to ask Daoren for advice!"

"Oh?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, but An Qisheng raised his hand, stopped Yan Kuangtu who wanted to speak, and smiled faintly:

"I hope there will be such a day."

Mu Qingfeng's Sword Twenty-Three was the strongest sword technique he had ever seen in his life. After the two fought, this sword naturally became his foundation.

It's just that Mu Qingfeng's sword was not fully completed, otherwise, it would definitely be at the Celestial level.

Although he did not covet the power of the sword technique, it would naturally be excellent if he could see future generations perfect this sword.

"Sit down."

An Qisheng put down the wooden basin, waved his hand, and said, "Haohao, you sit down too."

The original stone table was naturally not enough for so many people to sit, so Zhang Haohao brought a set of tables and chairs, and everyone took their seats.

"Daoren, what is this?"

After taking their seats, everyone's eyes fell on the wooden basin.

The wooden basin was slightly emitting heat, and a faint, refreshing fragrance was wafting out. Everyone's perception was quite keen, and they could faintly feel the spiritual energy.

Was this a medicinal diet?

"In the past few years, I've been restless and opened up an acre of mountain land behind the mountain, planted some things, and cultivated them for several years. Today, they just happened to bear fruit, but I didn't make it to the birthday banquet."

An Qisheng flicked the non-existent dirt on his clothes and casually opened the lid of the wooden basin:

"Everyone can try it."

"This is... millet?"

"Not a medicinal diet?"

"Brother Daoren is planting grain?"

Seeing the distinct grains of food in the wooden basin, everyone was stunned.

They originally thought it was a medicinal diet, or some other medicinal material, but they didn't expect it to be just millet.

Millet is one of the staple foods of the common people in Dafeng. It is the most common grain. Apart from its large yield, its taste and other qualities are very poor. It is something that poor people eat.

After a moment of愣, everyone reacted: "Daoren, does this millet have any mystery?"

Of course, everyone had eaten millet, but was ordinary millet worth the care of Wang Quan Daoren, the number one person in the world, day after day for several years?

"This millet is a little different."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, signaling Zhang Haohao to serve a bowl to everyone present.

The people regard food as their heaven, and martial arts practitioners are the same. Even more so than ordinary people, the needs of martial arts practitioners are not only greater, but also higher.

Whether it was before or after blood exchange, or even after the formation of Qi channels and the casting of divine channels, it was impossible to abstain from grains.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was omnipresent, and the divine channels could even shake the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, burn mountains and boil seas, split mountains and cut rivers. However, this did not mean that people could live by eating Qi.

Although there was a saying in his previous life that those who eat Qi are gods and live long, and those who do not eat will not die and become gods, no one in Jiu Fu Jie could do this.

Even he couldn't do it now.

People have five internal organs and a digestive system. They live by eating, and they live by eating. This is the result of countless years of cultivation.

Practicing martial arts will not change this.

"This millet..."

A group of divine channel grandmasters, as well as several future Weapon Masters, were holding bowls, all a little dazed.

Their senses were not comparable to ordinary people. Without tasting it, they could already feel the difference. The difference was that this millet contained more pure and gentle spiritual energy than ordinary millet.

After taking a bite, everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

"This rice, if taken for a long time, is comparable to ordinary elixirs, and it is easier to absorb. If you eat this rice often, the progress of your internal energy will probably be much faster!"

Wang Jianglong's face was shocked, and his heart was shaken.

The medicinal effect of this millet was not strong. At most, it was only comparable to the most ordinary elixirs. However, you can't eat too much medicine, but you can't miss a meal!

In this way, it was much stronger than elixirs.

Its value was probably more precious than the secret grand elixirs of various sects.

After all, it was not easy to obtain secret grand elixirs back and forth, and this rice, even if it only had one-tenth of the yield of ordinary millet, would be extremely amazing.

"Brother Daoren, where did you find this millet?"

Yun Haitian was also a little moved.

The others also looked at An Qisheng. They were all shrewd people and instantly thought of the huge changes that this rice would bring after it was released, and they also understood the huge value of this rice.

However, Sun En and the others, although they also felt a little surprised, did not care too much.

After all, they had never lacked elixirs, and even without elixirs, their speed of internal energy cultivation was far beyond ordinary people.

Whether there was this rice or not, there was not much difference.

"Does it have to be naturally generated by heaven and earth?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Since coming to Jiu Fu Jie, what he was most interested in was the strange spiritual energy that did not exist in Xuan Xing's previous life, and there was no other.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Jiu Fu Jie was abundant, and everything had spiritual energy, but everything had more or less spiritual energy.

It's just that ordinary people will only look for heavenly materials, earthly treasures, rare spiritual herbs, and medicinal materials with more spiritual energy, but they have never thought about how to create heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and rare spiritual herbs.

This was the difference in thinking and vision.

"Not naturally generated by heaven and earth?"

Hearing this, Yun Haitian seemed to realize something and looked at the tea on the wine table.

The others also thought of this point.

Liu Yanchang took the lead and said, "Daoren, this rice..."

"Can be used as seeds."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, but added:

"However, it is only limited to one time. The millet after the harvest cannot be planted a second time..."