Ye Chen took the cup, put it under his nose, smelled it lightly, and took another sip. The taste of this tea soup was extremely rich and sweet, and the perfect combination of smell and taste made Ye Chen's eyes widen in surprise.

He couldn't help sighing: "This tea is so perfect, it definitely surpasses all my knowledge of Pu'er tea. May I ask Ms. Lin, where did you get such a good tea?"

Lin Wan'er said with a smile: "Brother Ye Chen, this tea cake is made three hundred years ago from the tea leaves of an ancient Pu'er tea tree called the mother of Pu'er tea. It is the mother plant of all Pu'er teas. All the Pu'er teas in the world are bred from it, and the earliest tea growers kept breaking off its branches and taking them to various places for re-cultivation and planting, so that the Pu'er tea that was later sold all over the country came out."

Ye Chen exclaimed: "Is this tea really three hundred years old?"

Lin Wan'er nodded: "It's true, it's just that this tree was struck by lightning three hundred years ago and turned into charcoal, and what brother Ye Chen is drinking now is the last cake of tea it produced in the last year. After drinking the cake and tea, there will be no such taste in the world."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "Did the tea seller tell you this story?"

"No." Lin Wan'er shook her head lightly, turned around and took a small package, and carefully opened it. Inside was a piece of lightning strike wood with a long history!

Lin Wan'er took out the lightning strike wood, and said quietly: "Anything that lives for a long time has its doom, and cultivators are no exception, and this tree is no exception. It has lived for tens of thousands of years and bred countless tea plants, but It also has its own catastrophe to overcome, and this is what it looks like after it fails to overcome the catastrophe."

Ye Chen asked suspiciously: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Lin Wan'er glanced at Ye Chen, then looked down at the piece of lightning strike wood in her hand, her expression seemed to be struggling.

After a while, she raised her head and met Ye Chen's gaze with those clear eyes. Her red lips parted slightly and she said, "Because... three hundred years ago, my family stood by the Tianchi Lake in southern Yunnan and saw it with my own eyes. Use it to cross the catastrophe..."

"You... what did you say?!"

Lin Wan'er's understatement made Ye Chen feel numb.

This is not an exaggerated description at all, but he really feels that he is slightly numb from his scalp to his toes!

Lin Wan'er said that she was on the edge of the Tianchi Lake three hundred years ago and watched the Pu'er mother tree cross the catastrophe. Doesn't that mean that she is over three hundred years old now? !

Deep in Ye Chen's heart, he couldn't believe what Lin Wan'er said for a while.

After all, even if a person really finds the way of longevity, it is often one step at a time.

Begin to ask at the age of 20 or 30, but it is often possible to enter the Tao at the age of 50 or 60 or even older.

As one gets deeper into the Tao, one's lifespan becomes longer and longer, but a monk over a hundred years old, at most, retains the appearance of being around sixty years old like the Earl of the Po Qing Society.

If Lin Wan'er was really over three hundred years old, she would look at least sixty or seventy years old, or even seventy or eighty years old. How could she always have the appearance of seventeen or eighteen?

Even if I had entered the Tao in my twenties and I am not yet thirty, it is absolutely impossible for me to return to the state of seventeen or eighteen.

Seeing that Ye Chen didn't seem to believe what she said, Lin Wan'er asked nervously, "Is the young master joking with the young master because of the slave family?"

Ye Chen nodded subconsciously, then shook his head and said, "I'm just a little shocked..."

As he said that, he asked curiously: "Why do you suddenly call me son and call yourself slave?"

Lin Wan'er laughed and said: "In the past, girls usually referred to adult unmarried men as sons. As for the slave family... If the girl's family is not married, they have always called themselves 'nu family' in the past, Married people call themselves "concubines", but no one says that anymore, so before telling the young master these things, the slave family can't use them indiscriminately, but since they have been honest with the young master today, the slave family has nothing to do with the young master It�s easy to hide it, but this address is the most appropriate.� JrNovels.com