"The tea has a strong fragrance and a sweet aftertaste, as if spring has returned once it's warmed up!" Gu Ning'an put down the tea bowl, and the meaning of "spring tea" wafting between his lips and teeth made him recall the past.
Hearing this, Shopkeeper Wu relaxed the wrinkles on his cheeks and said with a smile: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Sir, being able to come to the shabby house to drink tea really makes me have more ink in my stomach."
Shopkeeper Wu also said this back then...
Gu Ning'an smiled and joked: "How come? You just drank two taels of ink from me before making tea. Now that you mention it, do you still want to drink it?"
Shopkeeper Wu, who came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "Hey, sir, your ink is very expensive. It's an honor to drink it once. How can you keep begging for it?"
"This is my daughter. Her birthday will be in a few days. She was weak here. She drank your black tea... Now she has grown up. I wonder if she is blessed. She is asking for a cup to make up for it. To replenish your health?”
Speaking of this, shopkeeper Wu's face turned red.
His daughter was born prematurely and weighed no more than four pounds. In addition, her mother died, and the child without breast milk would be in even worse shape... He estimated that if it weren't for Gu Ning'an's "Mocha" As a result, I am afraid that his daughter will probably die young...
In addition, shopkeeper Wu thought of the pain he had suffered from the cold for a month, so naturally he didn't want his daughter to suffer like this.
Therefore, he shamelessly asked for a bowl of "black tea" to replenish his daughter's health.
Gu Ning'an looked at Shopkeeper Wu in front of him with interest. He was getting older and his face was much thicker.
I remember the honest young man back then who stuttered when he spoke.
"For Xiao Sanhua's birthday, I have something to give her... As for the black tea, it is useful once you drink it, but it is useless if you drink too much." At this point, Gu Ning'an caught a glimpse of shopkeeper Wu's narrowed eyes, Then he raised his voice and said, "How come? Do you think I'm stingy?"
Shopkeeper Wu smiled and said: "No, no, sir, you are very generous. You are always very generous..."
"You, you!" Gu Ning'an nodded to Shopkeeper Wu and continued: "What are you doing here, come here and tell me how you have managed this teahouse to be so glorious these years?"
"If you explain it well, it's not like I can't give you this Mocha."
Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Wu moved very quickly. He took two steps and sat next to Gu Ning'an. He cleared his throat and started talking...
The rain outside the Bajiao Pavilion gradually subsided, and the impatient merchants in the teahouse had already put on their raincoats and hats and walked out.
Miss Wu was in the teahouse, but her thoughts were all in the octagonal pavilion in the back room. She was hoping that the rain would stop early so that she could close the teahouse and listen to what her father and Mr. Gu were talking about...
...
As soon as the rain on Muyun Road stopped, the sky turned dark, and the stars filled the sky like gravel.
The door of the teahouse was already closed. After dinner, Gu Ning'an and the Wu family's father and daughter went back to their rooms to sleep.
There were many vacant rooms in the back room of the teahouse, so it was not possible for Gu Ning to sleep in the lobby or squeeze into the same room as Shopkeeper Wu.
Shopkeeper Wu, who was very drunk, was snoring like thunder. Even though there were two walls between them, Gu Ning'an could hear it clearly while sitting beside the bed.
In desperation, he used the hair injection to isolate the sounds from the outside world.
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, Gu Ning thought about it, and a wisp of worldly aura appeared on his fingertips.
Thread-like red dust air surrounds his fingertips, like a naughty "elf".
After traveling around the world for five years, he had seen the power of incense, the power of the wishes of living beings, and other magic powers.
The aura revealed in this mortal aura was something he had never seen before.
Mysterious and transcendent, it perfectly fits this world.
This is what he can feel from the mortal air.
Gu Ning'an took out the road from his arms with his left hand. He did not open it, but used his right hand as a sword finger to guide the worldly energy across the road.
There was no vision in the Tao Road book, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he noticed that the mortal aura became a little "jumping" after getting close to the Tao Road.
Having practiced the Tao for more than thirty years, he is very familiar with the content recorded in the Tao.
Before he discovered that the book was "fake", he did not notice anything unusual. After all, the content in the book did teach him a way to save his life.
It's called the "Imperative Method": close your eyes and visualize, connecting the heaven and the earth, and everything you move with your mind can be controlled...
This method killed a man-eating tiger in Gu Ning'an's first practical battle.
Most of the explanations of this method in the book are brief, very brief, but it can actually save one's life.
As for the subsequent travels around the world, the "Imperial Royal Law" showed its wide range of uses...
It wasn't until he discovered that the road was "fake" that Gu Ning'an looked back and felt like a leaf was blinding him.
The so-called "Tao" records very little explanation and analysis of the techniques. What is really told is the story of a man who looked like an immortal but not an immortal, traveling in the world.
So it is absolutely no surprise that it is called a "storytelling".
"The original story can be corrected, but if you tell it, people will think that you are hysterical." Gu Ning'an laughed at himself helplessly, and recalled in his mind the strange feeling of "returning to silence" that day.
At that time, he only felt that his body was "expanding" day by day. To be precise, his "soul" was getting bigger day by day.
On the eve of waking up, he looked down at the entire world, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind: As long as he wanted to, he could devour everything in sight...
If the sudden "red dust air" hadn't disrupted his "return to silence", I'm afraid he would have either died or turned into some terrible "monster"...
Withdrawing his thoughts, Gu Ning'an put down his path and used the "Imperial Imperial Technique" to control the ray of worldly aura.
I saw the red dust air as thin as a gossamer spinning slowly.
Such a simple operation made Gu Ning'an feel that the mana in his body was rapidly being depleted. The human energy that seemed as light as hair was more difficult to control than moving a thousand-jin boulder!
Uh-huh!
Gu Ning'an waved his right hand, like a sword finger, and the red dust air stretched straight, like a sharp blade, cutting through the air in the direction of its swing!
At the same time as the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a "white mark" was left where the red dust gas passed through!
call!
After taking a long breath, Gu Ningxin took back the worldly energy into her body with a thought.
After this time of using the red dust energy, he realized that if this thing was used for killing, its lethality would be extremely terrifying...
The moonlight filtered into the room through the window, and Gu Ningan lay down on his back. He had so many questions in his mind that he simply stopped thinking about it... He covered himself with the quilt, left the altar empty, and fell asleep... ..
