There are also specific requirements for the people who pick the tea leaves. They must be beautiful young women in their late teens or early twenties who climb up a sheer cliff before sunrise and use only their cherry lips to pick the tenderest tea buds. They then place the buds in their chests and let the unique fragrance of a virgin soothe them.
These steps alone are certainly not enough. The next step, tea making, is crucial. Several century-old medicinal herbs, such as wild ginseng and lingzhi, must be added and stir-fried together with the tea leaves to produce a finished tea that satisfies Yin Yu.
The finished tea contains a very faint spiritual energy, which can prolong life for ordinary people. Yin Yu calls this tea spiritual tea. He has been drinking it for more than 20 years. Now he is in his seventies, but he looks only in his forties. He has black hair, a youthful face, and is full of energy. This is all thanks to the spiritual tea.
On the precipice of ten thousand feet, there is only one thousand-year-old tea tree, which yields only about ten catties of fresh tea a year. After fermentation and processing, less than two catties remain. Yin Yu himself doesn't even have enough to drink. Even the inner disciples who are most valued by Yin Yu rarely get to drink this precious spiritual tea.
Hua Xiaolou was flattered and drank a small cup of spiritual tea. She didn't even want to waste the tea leaves, chewing and swallowing them all carefully. She felt completely comfortable, even more so than if she had eaten ginseng fruit.
"Thank you, Master."
Yin Yu smiled slightly, raised his eyes to look at his beloved little disciple. Hua Xiaolou was the youngest of his eight disciples, but she was very intelligent and had an exceptional talent for learning poison, which won him his heart.
"Master, these are the new pills that Ye Qingqing prepared. I haven't taken them yet."
Hua Xiaolou took out the white porcelain bottle, which was the one Ye Qingqing had given him at noon.
Yin Yu took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, sniffed it, and looked delighted.
It was the spiritual energy he had been dreaming of, and its concentration even exceeded that of his secret spiritual tea. Just smelling it was much more effective than drinking a cup of spiritual tea. The treasure of the direct line was indeed in Ye Qingqing.
Hua Xiaolou, observing the expressions on his face, could tell at a glance that his master was very satisfied, and he was secretly delighted.
"Not bad, you did a great job this time. Has Ye Qingqing become suspicious of you yet?" Yin Yu put away the porcelain bottle and looked at Hua Xiaolou with even more affection.
"No, Ye Qingqing said I should try the new medicine first, and if it doesn't work, she'll prepare a new one." Hua Xiaolou said confidently.
His disguise has fooled countless women, and no woman has seen through it until now, Ye Qingqing is no exception.
Yin Yu was even more satisfied and instructed, "This time, don't say it had no effect at all. We can't let Ye Qingqing lose heart; we have to give her some confidence."
"Yes, I said I felt better." Hua Xiaolou replied respectfully. He hesitated for a moment but still didn't mention Ye Qingqing's acupuncture technique.
His master only asked him to investigate the treasure. He should just pretend he didn't know anything. If he revealed it, it would definitely arouse the covetousness of his senior brothers and sisters, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
"How skilled is Ye Qingqing in medicine?" Yin Yu asked casually.
Hua Xiaolou felt a chill run down her spine and quickly replied, "It seems acceptable at the moment, but it hasn't reached the point of perfection."
"That's normal. She's just a little girl. Even if she started learning from the womb, she'd only been learning for a little over ten years. The fact that she's at her current level shows that Ye Qingqing has quite a bit of talent."
Yin Yu pondered for a moment, then instructed, "Keep an eye on Ye Qingqing, and be careful not to arouse her suspicion. You must find out where her treasure is."
"yes."
"By the way, if you have any difficulties, you can ask Yuwen Feng. He has some connections in Pingjiang," Yin Yu said.
"good."
Hua Xiaolou lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealing disdain. He would never go to that idiot Yuwen Feng, lest he ruin his plans.
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