Yu Daohan walked eastward.
The stream flowed east, the breeze blew east, and coupled with the pleasant scenery, it lifted his spirits.
After walking about eight hundred meters, he suddenly saw a peach grove ahead.
It was strange to say, this peach grove wasn't particularly dense, yet the scenery within was obscured, with only a small path remaining.
Even more surprising was that at this season, peach blossoms should have withered.
Why were the peach blossoms here not only not withered, but blooming even more vigorously?
So vigorously that it reminded Yu Daohan of unpleasant memories.
Approaching the entrance of the path, he saw an inconspicuous stone tablet by the side.
Several large red characters were engraved on it.
"All who pass by this place are welcome to come in for tea."
The stone tablet was not large, and these characters filled it entirely.
This stone tablet appeared to be about two hundred years old.
For some reason, the stone tablet particularly attracted Yu Daohan, giving him a sense of familiarity.
Perhaps it was the profound calligraphy of the engraver; these characters were also pleasing to the eye.
It made one want to enter and see the true form of the calligraphy.
Yu Daohan was certain that this was definitely not erected by Old Master Hui.
Because immortal cultivators were in seclusion for long periods, they disliked being disturbed.
Therefore, ordinary immortals preferred to reside deep within the mountains.
Such places were generally not disturbed by anyone.
However, humans were also transformed animals, and during seclusion, the greatest taboo was disturbance by strangers.
At best, seclusion would be interrupted; at worst, it could injure the foundation.
Either of these was something they were unwilling to see.
"Hurry in, the tea is ready."
Old Master Hui's voice came from the end of the path.
Yu Daohan turned his head and then walked towards the end of the peach grove.
The path was less than two hundred meters long, but there were peach blossoms on both sides.
"I like it here!"
Yu Daohan's interest in the person who planted these peach trees grew.
There weren't too many peach trees, but the branches and blossoms were exceptionally dense.
It was just right, not causing any discomfort.
Back then, in Peach Blossom Village, the peach trees were astonishingly numerous.
They were beautiful, but they gave a sense of discomfort.
Especially when one stayed for a long time, this feeling intensified.
Upon reaching the end, he saw a bamboo house standing tall. Behind it, seven hundred-year-old bamboo trees grew exceptionally tall and lush, their branches and leaves already obscuring the tops of the bamboo.
Old Master Hui was sitting in the wooden pavilion in front of the bamboo house, his face full of smiles, and asked, "How is it, do you like the scenery here?"
Yu Daohan smiled and nodded, "I like it very much."
A subtle smile appeared on Old Master Hui's face, "It's good that you like it."
Yu Daohan walked to the wooden pavilion and saw a cup of peach blossom tea already placed on the wooden table.
Old Master Hui still had his usual kind smile, "Try it, how does it taste?"
Yu Daohan nodded, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, murmuring, "Moist but not astringent. I didn't expect peach blossom tea to have such a flavor."
Old Master Hui's face showed a hint of pride, "This is made by taking only the ten peach blossoms from the very top of each peach tree that receive the most sunlight."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan was slightly surprised.
He hadn't expected Old Master Hui to be so knowledgeable about tea.
Old Master Hui seemed to know what Yu Daohan was thinking, shook his head, and chuckled, "No, although I enjoy tea, this method of preparation was not my idea. It was his, and I have never made this peach blossom tea myself."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan was slightly surprised, then looked down at the tea in the cup again.
He naturally understood that the "he" Old Master Hui mentioned was his previous life.
But if Old Master Hui had never made peach blossom tea, that meant his past self made this peach blossom tea?
No, so many years had passed, could this tea still be drinkable?
However, seeing Old Master Hui carefully savoring the tea, he could tell.
The old man seemed to particularly enjoy this tea.
But how much tea had his previous self actually made?
Moreover, only taking ten peach blossoms from the top of each peach tree shouldn't yield much.
Old Master Hui smiled slightly, understanding what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "This tea is indeed limited in production, and it can only be made once a year. Each batch is enough for twenty servings, and the last serving."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan's hand holding the teacup stopped mid-air.
The last serving, didn't this mean...
Old Master Hui nodded, "That's right, I've already had this year's batch."
Yu Daohan smiled broadly, "Old Master Hui, if you bring out the last serving of peach blossom tea..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Master Hui shook his head and chuckled, "Usually, I savor it alone. Only two people have drunk peach blossom tea with me before, and you are the third."
Yu Daohan frowned slightly, curious, "May I ask Old Master Hui, who were the other two?"
Old Master Hui smiled faintly and said, "Fu Pingsheng and Yu Yi."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan was slightly surprised.
He was very familiar with these two, they were his eighth life, Fu Pingsheng, and his ninth life, Yu Yi.
He hadn't expected Old Master Hui to have had tea with his previous two lives.
Old Master Hui continued, "Moreover, their seating positions were exactly where you are sitting now, their teacups were the same, and even their expressions were somewhat similar."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan could roughly guess.
The life he partnered with Old Master Hui should have been his seventh life, Zhang Peikun!
Old Master Hui looked at Yu Daohan, unable to contain his emotions for a long time, "Looking at you is like looking at Zhang Peikun back then, but that fellow was not as lively and cheerful as you are."
Seeing Old Master Hui's deeply emotional state, Yu Daohan also understood.
The old man was reminiscing about someone.
Yu Daohan asked with great curiosity, "Old Master Hui, what was my personality like in that life, Zhang Peikun?"
"Him..."
Old Master Hui recalled carefully for a moment, then smiled, "He could be considered a very reclusive person."
"Reclusive?" Yu Daohan looked confused.
Old Master Hui nodded, then said, "Shall I tell you his story?"
Yu Daohan nodded and thanked him, "Thank you, Old Master Hui."
Old Master Hui pondered for a moment and began to narrate in detail.
Two hundred years ago, a male infant was suddenly born into a farming family in a mountain village in the northeast.
When the infant was born, the sky suddenly flashed with lightning and thunder, and a storm raged, as if heaven was angry!
After the thunderstorm, the male infant was successfully born, but the infant possessed a natural fragrance.
How terrifying was this natural fragrance?
Within a radius of a hundred li, any animal or spirit that smelled this fragrance would go mad.
At that time, there were no electric lights, and every household used candles. Coupled with the fact that it was a rural village deep in the mountains, with only over twenty households, it was normal to have wolves around.
And on that night, hundreds of wolves suddenly surrounded the village.
No, to be precise, they surrounded the infant's home.
Old Master Hui happened to be passing through the village at that time.
Seeing the farmer's house being besieged by wolves, Old Master Hui, out of curiosity, decided to investigate.