The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Ye Feng and a few others followed Master Beichun into his yard and sat down around the table in the middle of the yard.

Master Beichun was busy running around, and after a while, he brought up a pot of tea and a few small teacups.

With a smile on his face, he poured tea for Ye Feng and the others: "This is the unique Cuiluo tea of ​​our Taizhen Mountain. We can only pick three to five kilograms every year. Please taste it."

Ye Feng smelled the fragrance of tea, picked it up gently, smelled the scent, frowned, and put the teacup down.

"The tea is indeed of high quality, but unfortunately it is not made properly, resulting in a mixed aroma, not pure enough, slightly bitter, and a short aftertaste."

When Ye Feng's words were heard, the expression of Zhenren Beichun beside him turned a little ugly. He was very clear about the preciousness of his Cuiluo Tea.

If he hadn't taken into account the identities of the young man and others in front of him, if it were someone else, he might have directly kicked the other person out.

"Why do you say that, little brother? Is there any superior product more precious than this tea?" Master Beichun frowned slightly.

Ye Feng did not answer, but looked at Master Beichun and said with a smile: "Master Beichun led 4279 disciples of Taizhen Mountain to defend their country and died on the battlefield. When he returned, only 2965 people were left. He made great contributions, but he led his disciples back to Taizhen Mountain to continue practicing in obscurity. I wonder what reward Master wants?"

Upon hearing that Ye Feng had found out exactly how many people died in the battle of Taizhen Mountain, Master Beichun was slightly moved.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, Taizhen Mountain has experienced many battles, with countless casualties and has also received some rewards, but no ruler has kept such a detailed count of the number of casualties. This means that the young man in front of him had already done his investigation before coming to Taizhen Mountain.

"Taizhen Mountain has been closely linked to the fate of the Song Dynasty since the founding of the dynasty. Whenever the dynasty was faced with a life-or-death decision, the headmasters of all generations would lead their disciples down the mountain to resist foreign enemies and protect this land from foreign invasions. Sacrifices were inevitable, and they dared not ask for rewards."

"Besides, all the disciples of my Taizhen Mountain are citizens of the Great Song Dynasty. Even if they practice Taoism in Taizhen Mountain and become outsiders, they are still people of the Great Song Dynasty."

When Master Beichun spoke, he was speaking from the heart. He was not saying it on purpose for Ye Feng to hear. It was truly heartfelt.

"Since Taizhen Mountain does not ask for a reward, I will give Taizhen Mountain an opportunity to keep Taizhen Mountain's disciples forever, so that they will never have to worry about food and clothing, and will practice Taoism with all their heart and soul."

"And, those disciples who died in the battle should receive compensation."

Ye Feng stood up, his eyes flickering slightly, and said, "Please ask the headmaster to get some fresh young leaves of Cuiluo Tea, a clay pot, and a fire. I will give Taizhen Mountain a way to fry tea. In the future, Cuiluo Tea on Taizhen Mountain will not be so scarce, the taste will be softer, and the fragrance will be purer. You can sell it in the secret pavilion. They will not charge any fees. Then Taizhen Mountain will have a steady source of silver and money."

"Oh?"

Zhenren Beichun was a little surprised when he heard that. He frowned slightly, but there was a gleam in the depths of his eyes. If it was really as Ye Feng said, it would definitely bring great benefits to Taizhen Mountain. Although people who practice Taoism do not value money, the thousands of disciples in the entire Taoist temple still need to live. If they can't even get enough to eat, where will they get the energy to practice Taoism? He should turn around and make arrangements.

After a short while, the four people, namely, Dongyu Peak Master Yanchenzi, Nanhai Peak Master Qi Tao, Xiqi Peak Master Mingzi and Beilin Peak Master Xia Ruxue, appeared. They were carrying about half a pound of Cuiluo tea. Yanchenzi, who had been guarding the Taoist temple, came with a casserole, while Mingzi came with a stove.

"Haha, it's interesting to have the four peak masters of Taizhen Mountain come personally to serve you to make tea." Ye Feng couldn't help laughing when he saw the four peak masters coming.

When the four peak masters heard Master Beichun say that someone wanted to teach the art of tea-frying in Taizhen Mountain, they couldn't help but be surprised. They were very curious about who could be so shameless.

You know, the Cuiluo Tea from Taizhen Mountain has a history of nearly a thousand years, and it ranks among the best in the entire Kyushu continent.

Yanchenzi frowned, he didn't know the identity of the young man in front of him, who made the head teacher so cautious in dealing with him.

"ignition!"

Ye Feng did not delay. As the firewood in the stove burned, he placed the casserole on the fire without putting the green snail tea into it.

The flame continued to burn, and the bottom of the casserole was burned red and the temperature was very high.

Zhenren Beichun and others nearby frowned. They didn’t understand why Ye Feng heated the casserole at such a high temperature.

As they were looking on in shock, Ye Feng poured the fresh young leaves of Cuiluo Tea directly into the casserole and began to stir-fry.

"This……"

When Master Beichun saw this scene, he felt a pain in his flesh.

With such a high temperature, the tender tea leaves would be ruined if they were put in.

They usually pick the tea leaves and expose them to sunlight every day to slowly evaporate the moisture.

However, as Ye Feng continued to stir-fry the green tea leaves in the casserole, the tea leaves did not get burnt. Instead, they slowly curled up, and a faint bitter taste filled the air.

Master Beichun has been drinking Cuiluo tea for decades, and he is very familiar with this bitter taste, which is the smell emitted when they brew tea.

Ye Feng saw the green tea leaves in the casserole. As they were stir-fried, the green color disappeared completely. He looked at Xia Ruxue beside him.

"Master Xia, your cultivation is at the peak of the eighth-grade junior master realm. Please stretch out your hands and rub the tea leaves in the casserole continuously so that they curl up."

Ye Feng’s words rang out.

Xia Ruxue frowned slightly and asked, "Why me?"

"Because you are the only beautiful Taoist priest among them, it would be a bit indecent to ask a few old Taoist priests to rub the tea leaves."

Ye Feng said to Xia Ruxue.

"This kid..."

Master Beichun obviously understood the meaning of Ye Feng's words and his eyelids twitched slightly.

"it is good."

When Xia Ruxue heard Ye Feng praising her beauty, she was very satisfied even though she was a female Taoist priest. She did not understand the hidden meaning of Ye Feng's words. With her level of cultivation, the temperature of the tea leaves in the casserole would not bring any harm to her.

As Xia Ruxue stretched out her white hands, she continued to rub the unripe tea leaves in the casserole into curved shapes.

"Roll the ball to reveal the hair."

Seeing that Xia Ruxue had almost finished kneading the tea leaves, Ye Feng gestured to her to grab the tea leaves in the casserole, form them into a ball, break them up, and knead them into a ball again.

Xia Ruxue did not hesitate and continued to do as Ye Feng said.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and gently picked up a few tea leaves. Seeing that they were covered with tiny hairs, he began to lower the flame of the fire.

As the temperature of the flame dropped, the Cuiluo tea in the casserole took on a curved shape, and most importantly, waves of extremely mellow tea aroma began to spread.

When Zhenren Beichun and others smelled the fragrance of tea in the yard, a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Stir fry continuously over low heat.

"Light a stick of incense."

Ye Feng gave instructions to Master Beichun who was beside him.

"it is good."

There was a gleam in the depths of Master Beichun's eyes, and he was excited inside. He quickly lit a stick of incense as Ye Feng requested.

If he still had some doubts about what Ye Feng said just now, now after smelling the tea aroma emanating from the casserole, he no longer had any doubts and was shocked in his heart.

Dashan and Lao Huang, who were standing nearby, saw Ye Feng frying tea. They both seemed to be used to it and just sat beside him, bored.

Dashan seemed very bored. He grabbed the mace and leaned on it. Lao Huang held the wooden box and opened the wine gourd from time to time to take a few sips of wine.

Zhang Yan was not interested in tea. Ever since she practiced the "Nine Heavens Shadowless Art", the look in this little girl's eyes had become increasingly sharp.

Yan Nishang's face was cold under the veil, but surprise flashed in the depths of her eyes. She had been with Ye Feng for more than a year and had drunk the tea that Ye Feng had. She was also very curious about where Ye Feng got such good tea, but she didn't expect that it was actually made by him himself.

He was also extremely shocked, thinking: "Who is this guy? Where did he learn these methods from? Why do I feel that these methods are much more advanced than those in Kyushu Continent?"

When one eighth of the incense stick had burned, Ye Feng lifted the casserole down, poured out the tea leaves inside, and scattered them in the bamboo basket that had just contained fresh tea leaves. Waves of mellow tea aroma continued to spread out.

"Please, Master, go and make a new pot of tea." Ye Feng said slowly to Master Beichun, "Remember, use boiling water to brew and wash the tea first, then add water that has not yet boiled, that is, hot water that keeps bubbling, to brew it again."

"okay!"

When Master Beichun saw the tea leaves that were curled up and slightly resembled a snail, he grabbed a handful of tea leaves and started to brew them.

After seeing Ye Feng frying tea, he did not doubt the other party's way of making tea. After a while, he saw him walking towards the crowd with a pot of tea, with a smile on his old face.

He finally understood why Ye Feng just picked up the teacup and put it down.

Compared with the Cuiluo tea made by Ye Feng.

The pot of tea he had just brewed was really hard to swallow and extremely bitter.

"Little donor, please!"

Zhenren Beichun held the teapot, fetched a new teacup, and poured a cup of tea for Ye Feng first. The tea water was emerald green and clear in color. The fragrance of the tea leaves was refreshing and looked extremely tempting.

Yanchenzi and others nearby were stunned when they saw the cup of tea.

Ye Feng took a sip of the tea gently, and felt the tip of his tongue and the sweetness in his entire mouth. As the tea went into his stomach, he felt the entire mouth and throat filled with an endless aftertaste.

Gudong!

Yanchenzi and several other peak masters couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They really couldn't wait to have a taste.

"Master, don't just wait there, try what it tastes like." Ye Feng put down the teacup and motioned Master Beichun and the others to try it.

"Thank you, Lord Zhen Guo!"

In fact, Master Beichun couldn't bear it any longer.

He has been drinking Cuiluo Tea all his life, but in fact, the tea that Ye Feng just roasted himself is the real Cuiluo Tea.

The leaders of the four peaks, including Yanchenzi, were all stunned. It turned out that the young man roasting tea was actually the famous ruler of the Song Dynasty. No wonder the master responded so politely.

hissing...

After drinking a cup of tea, Master Beichun felt it was refreshing, leaving a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, and his face was filled with horror.

"Brother Headmaster, give me another drink."

After Yanchenzi finished drinking a cup, he quickly handed the cup to Master Beichun.

"Go...go...one cup each..."

Master Beichun blew his beard and glared, shrinking the teapot.

"Ah! Master Brother, you are a fellow disciple, sharing happiness and hardships. You can't do this..."

When Yan Chenzi saw the appearance of Master Beichun, his eyes widened immediately, not caring about the identity of the other party's senior brother.