Chapter 142: Courtyard, Lotus

After Yang Jian stood still, he found himself in a small courtyard.

A stream divides the courtyard, making a clear sound as it flows.

The stream was very small, and if Yang Jian stepped into it, the flow of the stream would have dried up.

The stream flows through a small water tank, which is half buried in the stream and contains a green lotus.

The lotus is bright green, with tender red petals stacked layer upon layer, and there are as many as thirty-six petals. On the four lotus leaves below, there are round holes made by insects.

Beside the stream, there are young bamboos standing together, making the courtyard look like it is in spring.

But at this time there was no sun in the sky, and it was all gray.

Yang Jian called out to the Demon Eye and the Fairy Caixia in his heart, but there was no response.

He secretly clenched his fists and found that he still had strength and the magic power in his dantian was still there.

His cultivation was not restricted.

A slight scent of tea wafted over, and Yang Jian squinted his eyes and looked towards the thatched hut where the scent came from.

There was a human figure among them.

A curtain blocked Yang Jian's view.

Yang Jian took a step forward.

But he did not enter the thatched hut.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

This place is extremely weird.

He didn't want to stay here.

open the door.

All I could see was a gray haze.

The gray fog spread, but it did not dare to go beyond the stone steps in front of the door.

Yang Jian vaguely felt that the gray fog was even more dangerous, so he retracted his steps and turned back.

He walked over and lifted the straw curtain in front of the thatched hut, and saw an old Taoist sitting inside.

When the old Taoist saw Yang Jian, he seemed to have known that he would come in, and gestured to Yang Jian to sit at the table.

The tables and chairs in the thatched house are all made of bamboo. The texture is emerald green and feels warm to the touch, as if they were just cut down. You can even faintly smell the scent of bamboo.

There was a small wooden table between Yang Jian and the old man, and on the wooden table was a simple tea stove.

At this time, the tea in the teapot is boiling, the steam pushes the lid of the pot, the lid shakes, and a little white smoke rises.

Next to the tea stove is a chessboard with no chess pieces on it. The chess pieces are neatly placed in a chess box next to it.

After Yang Jian sat down.

The old Taoist took out a bamboo teacup, filled it up, and placed it in front of Yang Jian.

"My friend, please have some tea."

The old man spoke in a very quiet voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

If it weren't for the extreme quietness here, Yang Jian would have had sharp hearing.

He couldn't even notice the sound coming from the old man in front of him.

"This is~"

Yang Jian asked, but was interrupted by the old man halfway through his sentence.

"Shh~"

The old Taoist made a whispering gesture, then motioned Yang Jian to look aside.

There was a bamboo basket with a bunch of miscellaneous hairy things in it.

Yang Jian took a closer look and realized that the spotted thing was actually a cat.

The baby curled up in the bamboo basket and slept soundly.

Yang Jian nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then he followed the old man's instruction and picked up the tea in front of him.

As soon as he put it to his nose, he felt a pure breath being inhaled into his body with his breathing.

This breath emanated from the lungs and spread to every part of the body.

Yang Jian suddenly felt his body lighten, magic power continued to be generated in his dantian, his cultivation level increased rapidly, and the blood circulation in his body also accelerated, and the progress of the Eight-Nine Profound Art was also affected.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he took a sip. He felt it was slightly hot, but acceptable.

Hidden in the scorching hot tea is a refreshing feeling that penetrates your heart.

As Yang Jian's throat moved, he swallowed the tea.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a coolness flowing down his throat into his stomach as he moved, and then suddenly exploded.

The rhythm of Tao rises and the spiritual energy bursts out.

This tea is obviously extraordinary. Just one sip can improve one's cultivation and Eight-Nine Profound Arts as if it were thousands of spiritual essences.

If he had these one hundred or eighty cups, he would be able to drink his way into becoming an immortal.

He drank it all in one gulp, and when he wanted to have a second cup, the old Taoist smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no more.

Yang Jian had no choice but to give up. He wanted to find out where this place was, but the cat sleeping next to him didn't wake up, so the Taoist priest didn't want to talk.

Yang Jian could only sit there and watch the old Taoist fiddling with the tea sets, tending to the green bamboo in the courtyard, and maintaining the lotus in the pot.

Every movement he made was done with great caution, for fear that the noise would disturb the sleeping cat.

I don’t know how long I waited.

There is no sun here, so it is impossible to tell the time.

Yang Jian tells time by counting his heartbeats.

It had been about a day since he came to this courtyard.

"Meow~"

In the bamboo basket nearby, the tabby cat stretched its limbs and stretched lazily.

Then it lazily climbed out of the bamboo basket, and looked at Yang Jian with its two big round eyes, which were full of curiosity.

Then he jumped off the bamboo basket and ran out of the hut.

Seeing the Taoist priest busy at work, he hurried over.

But his way was blocked by a water tank containing lotus flowers in the stream.

The cat just lowered its body and jumped with all its strength.

The water tank is not big, and with the agility of a cat, it can definitely jump over it smoothly.

But the cat's limbs seemed to be numb from sleeping for too long, and it couldn't jump far.

Just as it was about to fall into the water tank, its limbs and claws began to flap wildly.

One of the lotus leaves was immediately affected and was split in half by its claw.

Thanks to the sacrifice of a lotus leaf, the cat finally did not fall into the water.

But the cat was still in shock from the thrilling experience just now.

He walked up to the old Taoist priest, meowing, seeking comfort.

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare it for you."

The old Taoist was kneading mud at this moment, as if he was preparing to make a new teapot, and he was unable to leave.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at Yang Jian: "Young man, are you willing to do me a favor?"

Yang Jian woke up as if from a dream, came to his senses, and asked what he was needed to do.

The old Taoist pointed to the base of the hut with his red mud-stained finger and said, "There is a fish net over there. Use it to catch some fish from the lotus tank to feed this greedy little cat."

When the old Taoist finished speaking, he looked at the cat in front of him with a doting look.

The tabby cat meowed, raised its head and rubbed it against the old Taoist priest, making a purring sound.

Yang Jian walked to the direction the Taoist pointed out, and indeed saw what the Taoist had said.

This thing is just a bamboo pole with a bamboo net structure in front.

As for frying fish!

Yang Jian carried his weapon, walked to the water tank and looked down.

When he first arrived here, he looked around the creek.

Although there is more water in this tank, it is crystal clear and there is no possibility of fish.

"Just copy it, my friend. You will definitely catch the fish. Just don't hurt the old Taoist's lotus by mistake."

The Taoist priest's voice came from the side.

Yang Jian nodded, took the scoop net, inserted it into the water tank, and then scooped it straight up.

Originally he thought he would be able to scoop up a ball of air smoothly, but unexpectedly, halfway through, the net in his hand suddenly became heavier.

It was as if a huge fish had crashed into the net.

Above the water surface, the water was splashing and Yang Jian couldn't see clearly.

He was able to use all his strength to hold the scoop net tightly to prevent the fish from carrying the net away.

fish?
What kind of fish has such great strength?

Inexplicably, a sound like a dragon's roar came faintly from the net in his hand.

A doubt flashed through Yang Jian's mind, and the next moment, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his hand, and the scoop net in his hand slipped and sank into the water tank.

He was startled and rushed forward to grab the scoop net before it was completely submerged in the water tank.

Then he began to stand off with the fish in the net.

Is it possible that I need to use the magic of heaven and earth to catch a fish?

A flash of doubt passed through Yang Jian's mind.

Then he suddenly thought of something. This scoop net was so strong that it must be a magic weapon. Since it was a magic weapon, it must have unique functions. Why not inject some magic power into it and give it a try?

Thinking like this.

Yang Jian's mind moved, and he moved the magic power from his dantian. The magic power flowed from his dantian to his arms and then poured into the scoop net in his hands.

　Today's update is complete. I originally wanted to update more, but I didn't write much. . I still have to save it for tomorrow.

　　Sorry sorry!

　　
　
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