In Old Ma's heart, this tavern was obviously more important than a bowl of noodles. Hence, when Lu Chen opened the tavern door again and left, he was already rubbing his belly and burping.
Qingshuitang Village was much livelier than usual during the day. This was because the harvest day was approaching and everyone was starting to get busy. Speaking of which, although the village's specialty spiritual tea and spiritual grains had the word "spiritual" in them, they were actually not spiritual materials that were of great help to cultivators in their cultivation of the Immortal Dao.
The real treasures of heaven and earth, which could reach the level of immortal treasures, would have special and complete spirit patterns on them. These were the roots of the five elements of heaven and earth gathered in them, which gave them all kinds of strange, incredible, and miraculous functions.
On a spiritual material, whether it was a spiritual herb, a spiritual ore, a spiritual beast, or a spiritual elixir, the more spiritual patterns it had, the higher the grade of the spiritual material. In the cultivation world, it was commonly known as a one-stripe spiritual material, two-stripe spiritual material, and so on.
Generally speaking, even the most ordinary One-Stripe Spiritual Material possessed extremely powerful effects and was extremely valuable. Moreover, the higher the grade of Spiritual Material, the more Spiritual Markings they possessed. Not only were they extremely rare, their value was immeasurable, and they had always been sought after and fought over by the cultivators in the world.
As for the spiritual tea and spiritual grains produced in Qingshuitang Village, the reason why they could be purchased by a cultivation sect like Thousand Autumns Sect was because these items actually had spiritual inscriptions on them. However, the spiritual inscriptions here were incomplete and incomplete. They contained spiritual energy, but their functions were only average. In fact, there were a lot of things in the world that were above ordinary items but below the formal spiritual tattoos and spiritual materials. Some of them were useless, but some could be slightly beneficial to cultivators. Therefore, some cultivation sects would send people to buy them.
Lu Chen had lived in Qingshuitang Village for many years and had always said that he was selling spiritual tea. In reality, he really did have two acres of tea field on the tea mountain behind the village. He had bought it when he first came here.
Of course, Lu Chen didn't know how to plant Spirit Tea Trees at all. The weeds in the field were overgrown, and the harvest was only so-so. It was just a cover for the fact that he could take Spirit Stones from Old Ma for free every month and wait for his death.
Therefore, when Lu Chen saw the excited and hopeful people bustling around the village, he felt a little emotional in his heart. Compared to these people, the deduction of some spirit stones did not seem to be too sad.
Whether this was self-deception or an excuse to make himself happier, Lu Chen's mood improved a little. He walked leisurely and unknowingly approached the entrance of the village.
When he came to his senses, he had already seen the road outside the village. However, he realized that the corpse from yesterday had disappeared. There was only a dark brown dried blood stain left on the road. After a few days of people coming and going, perhaps even the blood stain would disappear.
Lu Chen stared at the blood stain for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the village expressionlessly. He walked along the bluestone road and saw the old fisherman sitting under the tree fishing when he was about ten feet away from the big locust tree. He laughed and wanted to go over to take another look. Suddenly, he heard a commotion on the other side of the stream.
Lu Chen was a little surprised and turned to look at the other side of Qingshuitang Village.
Qingshuitang Village flowed through Qingshuitang Village. There were houses on both sides of the stream, but the east bank where Lu Chen was at was more crowded. About seventy percent of the people in the village were there. There were also many pubs, inns, and miscellaneous shops here. On the other side of the west bank, there were probably only a few inconspicuous houses and it was usually quiet.
Today was a strange day. There was actually some commotion coming from the other side of the river. Lu Chen looked in that direction and saw that there was a group of people gathered under a cluster of green bamboo on the west bank. There were both men and women, but there were quite a number of women. Some of the women that he usually saw in the village seemed to have run over there.
"Eh?" This made Lu Chen a little curious. He walked over to a stone bridge not far in front of him, intending to see what was going on.
After getting off the stone bridge, there was a group of people not far away. Before he got close, Lu Chen could hear gasps of admiration coming from the crowd. Among them, there were many gasps of surprise from the women, as if they had seen something incredible.
Lu Chen was even more curious. He hurriedly walked a few steps to the side of the crowd. He found a corner with fewer people and looked in. He was instantly stunned. The crowd had formed a semicircle. Under a cluster of green bamboo, there was a young man who looked like a scholar standing with a smile. In front of him was a wooden board with a piece of white paper pasted on it. There was a brush in his hand, but he was drawing.
The scholar's appearance was very charming. He didn't look very old, not even twenty years old. Looking at his jade-like face as he held an ink brush in his hand, he was really charming. Lu Chen could even feel the strange affection in the eyes of some of the older aunties around him.
But of course, what made the crowd exclaim was not just this person's appearance and charm. This young man was drawing a woman on the paper at this moment!
Although it was just black and white ink, it was actually vivid and lifelike. The woman in the painting stood under the flowers, looking at each other with a gaze full of affection. Although the affection was not spoken, it was vividly written on the paper. This painting was actually extremely good.
Although Lu Chen didn't understand painting, he felt that it was amazing. Just as he was exclaiming in his heart, he was suddenly startled. He realized that the woman in the painting was actually somewhat familiar. Looking carefully, it was clearly Dingdang.
His heart moved. He immediately turned his head to look at his surroundings. Indeed, not long later, he saw Dingdang standing there with a strange expression on her face. Her cheeks were slightly red, as if she was angry, but also seemed to be unable to contain her joy.
The surrounding girls all turned to look at Dingdang, the jealousy in their eyes could not be hidden.
Not long later, the young man had already finished drawing. He then smiled and took down the painting. He smiled and showed it to the crowd, immediately causing them to cheer.
Although this painting could not be considered a big deal, everyone could see that this painting was good or bad. Adding the young man's gentleness and politeness, they naturally liked it.
In the crowd, Dingdang snorted and said: "The painting is not bad, but you are not honest. Why did you have to draw me?"
The young man smiled and said: "This elder sister's words are too serious. This young man was just casually drawing. I saw that elder sister is beautiful and drew it. If elder sister does not like it, you can take it away and tear it. Actually, there is no scenery or people in the world that cannot be drawn. If everyone is interested, when this young man has free time, I can also draw one for everyone. "
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