A few days later, on a snowy morning, a man wearing a coarse brown cotton coat and a bamboo hat pushed open the fence door and walked out.
The heavy snowfall, which lasted for two days and two nights, showed no signs of subside until this morning.
As soon as he walked out of the fence gate, the man's eyes lit up. The mountains in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of snow. They were all covered with white snow, pure and bright.
Whenever he raised his left foot to walk, his body would habitually bend over and use the palm of his left hand to protect the knee of his left leg. He would then limp in the snow.
The deep snow had already covered his ankles, and with every step he took, there was a crunching sound under his feet, but this did not affect his speed.
Not long after, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, slowly took out the array-patterned cloak that he had hated for a long time from his arms, and threw the cloak off the cliff without any hesitation.
He looked at the cloak that was swaying from side to side as the snowflakes slowly drifted down, and a sense of relief suddenly arose in his heart.
"It's so ridiculous that you have to wear something that has no effect on your body every day to show off your array pattern accomplishments to others!"
After saying that, he turned around with his hands on his knees, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth and said: "The me I used to be has gone with this cloak. My name is Jia Juesheng now."
"Times go round and round, and everyone walks between good and evil. The gorgeous mask will eventually be unveiled by oneself." Jia Juesheng sighed and shook his head.
He looked up at the sky shrouded in white mist and followed the footsteps back.
A gust of cold wind blew past with snowflakes, and the white jade belt on the edge of the cliff was blown off the cliff and fell into the endless abyss.
In the small courtyard, after Zi Yang and Feng Lan cleared away all the snow in the courtyard, they returned to Feng Lan's room and stretched out their palms, which were red from the cold, to warm themselves over the fire.
Above the flame is a dark copper kettle with a long mouth. There is faint white hot steam coming out of the lid, and the delicate and elegant fragrance of tea wafts away.
Because Jia Juesheng liked to drink tea and read books, he would make himself a pot of hot tea every morning. He would sip tea and read books to relive the past.
The two brothers are different from Jia Juesheng. They only like to drink tea because they think the tea is sweet, delicious, light and refreshing, much better than water.
Before going out, Jia Juesheng set up firewood in Feng Lan's room to make tea. Before leaving, he urged Feng Lan to watch the pot of tea carefully and not to burn it.
After the two brothers cleared the snow in the small courtyard, they sat next to the fire. Firstly, they wanted to warm themselves up by the fire, and secondly, they wanted to take a sip of hot tea first.
"Zi Yang, that's wrong. Don't you think there's something wrong with today's tea? Why is there a bitter taste in it? This is not the same as the tea we drank a few days ago." Feng Lan sat on a wooden chair, facing Showing confusion.
Zi Yang took a sip and found that it did have a bitter taste. He guessed, "Is this tea burnt?"
Feng Lan's eyes widened and he looked at the light yellow tea in the bowl. It was no different from before. He sniffed it again with the tip of his nose and couldn't smell the pungent burnt smell. He raised his eyes and looked at Zi Yang slowly. Shake his head.
Zi Yang blinked his bright eyes, and for a moment, he didn't think of the crux of the problem.
sweet? bitter? Sweet and bitter? ! Where there is sweetness, there is bitterness, and where there is bitterness there is sweetness, that's how it is.
Feng Lan took a long breath and explained: "It's not that the taste of the tea is wrong, or that the tea is burnt, but that the tea leaves are inherently bitter."
"Life is like this tea leaf, there is sweetness and bitterness. I guess that boy is also a person with a story."
Zi Yang didn't care about this. He didn't bother to think about it, but said with a smile: "Actually, if you drink sweet tea every day, you will get tired of it one day. Drinking some bitter tea occasionally is also a good choice."
When Jia Juesheng pushed open the fence door and walked up the steps, he heard Feng Lan's words in the room. He couldn't help but be shocked, "What a terrifying guy. He can think of so many things just by the smell of tea."
Through their interactions in the past few days, he had long known that Feng Lan was an extremely smart being, and his ability to speculate was far beyond comparison with other people's. Smart people are often the most suspicious.
Just because there are too many answers to one thing's view, it is inevitable that there will be errors in judgment, but he did not see Feng Lan's suspicious character.
"I understand, I understand." Jia Juesheng stood outside the door and muttered to himself.
Crunch!
Jia Juesheng opened the door and walked in.
Feng Lan asked: "What do you understand?"
Zi Yang also stared at him with doubts on his face.
Jia Juesheng poured himself a bowl of hot tea first, and after taking a sip, he said meaningfully: "I understand, you don't understand."
"What is it that I don't understand?" Feng Lan frowned.
Jia Juesheng turned his back to him and smiled lightly: "You will understand in the future."
After saying that, he walked out with the tea bowl, leaving them with an unpredictable figure, leaving the two brothers a little confused.
"Is this kid crazy? He just went out and is pretending to be a superior person." Feng Lan said next, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with Jia Juesheng today.
Zi Yang suddenly said: "Looking at the confident look on his face just now, it seems that he really understood something."
Feng Lan closed the door and objected: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he can understand something. He probably just heard our conversation, so he deliberately pretended to be an outsider."
Jia Juesheng was sitting at the stone table under the peach tree with the formation book in hand. Hearing Feng Lan's voice, he suddenly sighed in his heart, "Once this smart man becomes stupid, he will be quite stupid, haha!"
Because today's tea was bitter and unpleasant, Ziyang only drank one bowl and hurriedly got up and went back to his room.
Feng Lan didn't stay alone in the room for long. He walked down the steps slowly, stood behind Jia Juesheng, and read the content of the book for a while.
The book depicts a picture composed of dots. The dense dots piece together a pattern similar to a dragon, but it always gives people a feeling that it is full of loopholes and not yet perfect.
"The dragon in the book has a head, claws, eyes, horns... but the dragon scales on its body." Feng Lan crossed her arms and said with a smile, "Don't you think it's too little? Is it okay?"
Maybe Jia Juesheng was so immersed in reading that when he heard Feng Lan's voice, he was startled at first, then slowly looked back from the book, slowly turned his head, and looked at him expressionlessly.
Feng Lan sat down on the stone bench nearby, put his hands on the stone table, and explained: "The scales of a fish are like the scales of a dragon, but the dragon in your book is probably not even as good as a fish."
Jia Juesheng folded the books together and placed them flat on the stone table. He said nothing and thought carefully about his words.
Seeing that he didn't refute, Feng Lan continued: "Only injured dragons will lose their scales."
Feng Lan glanced at him, pretending to be confused and said: "You are talking about a half-dead dragon. Who gave it these scars? Was it a plot? Or was it pursued by an enemy?"
"Or is there some other reason? I'm afraid only it knows this best."
Jia Juesheng replied: "Long is not a fool. Even a seriously injured dragon will think about its own safety and will not sit and wait for death."
Feng Lan changed her previous chatting and laughing attitude. He looked coldly, stared into Jia Juesheng's eyes, and said in a low voice and seriously: "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Jia Juesheng said without hesitation.
"Okay!" Feng Lan stood up and walked to her room.
He had just walked a few steps when Jia Juesheng turned his back to him and asked in confusion: "Do you just believe me that much?"
"You are not a person who repays kindness with hatred. Based on this alone, do I have any reason not to believe you?" Feng Lan stopped and asked sideways.
"This is what you need." Jia Juesheng took out a fiery red, smooth and round pill from his arms.
After hearing this, Feng Lan sat back again. He looked at the elixir and asked casually: "You don't want to tell me that this is the elixir that you said can open the river basin, right?"
Jia Juesheng held the elixir with two fingers and said calmly: "This is the highest-grade Kaiyu elixir. It will not have any side effects on you. Also, its efficacy may be far beyond your expectation."
Feng Lan supported his cheek with his hand, and tapped the stone table with the fingertips of his other hand. He frowned and said, "Didn't you tell me a few days ago that there was no such elixir? Today, you go out and give it to me." I brought back this elixir."
"Don't you think what you're doing is a little strange? Is this pill really yours?"
Jia Juesheng gently beat his left knee with his left hand and said calmly: "Although this elixir is useless to me, no matter how you say it, it is an extremely precious elixir. How can you give it away casually?" Woolen cloth."
"This elixir should be worth a lot of money, right?" Feng Lan's eyes changed with shock, and she said in disbelief: "Are you really willing to give it to me?"
Jia Juesheng's pupils were wide open, with a look of pain on his face. He hurriedly put the elixir in his hand, and then rubbed his left knee with both hands.
He may have accidentally failed to control the strength of his left hand and exerted too much force, causing severe pain in the knee of his left leg.
Feng Lan threw up the elixir, swallowed it in one gulp, turned around and left.
Jia Juesheng hurriedly stretched out his right hand, grabbed his arm, and wailed: "My old injury has recurred and I can't walk anymore. Please help me back first."
"Really! Isn't it just a pill? As for you, I feel so bad for you. At worst, I won't be able to pay you back in the future." Feng Lan supported him and said helplessly.
At first, Jia Juesheng just gritted his teeth and nodded, ignoring his sarcastic remarks.
But when he really sat on the wooden bed with no worries anymore, he pointed at Feng Lan and said angrily: "Return? When you one day find out whose hand the pill you swallowed came from, will you come with me again?" Just mention it."
Feng Lan was unconvinced and said: "Whose hand? It's just a pill, didn't it come from human hands? What's so great about it?"
"Besides, you can afford it, can't I? I will pay you back in the future."
Jia Juesheng rubbed his knees with his palms and did not continue to argue with him. He knew that arguing with an ignorant person was always playing the piano to an ox.
Only when this ignorant person gets a clear answer one day will he understand how ridiculous he was.
Jia Juesheng is looking forward to whether Feng Lan will be like today by then.
In Ziyang's room, Lei Hu confirmed again: "Once you accept the baptism of Tianlei, there will be no turning back."
"You must bear the thunder from the sky every midnight. Even if you are paralyzed in bed, unable to get up, and in a daze, this god will force you to bear the thunder from the sky."
"Of course, when you reach that time, it means that you are not far from death."
Zi Yang quietly looked at the snowy scene outside the window, his eyes as calm as water, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that death is not terrible, the most terrible thing is that life is worse than death."
"Practitioners, you can't do it without some courage."
"Okay! It's good that you idiot has some awareness, and it saves me from wasting my breath." Although Lei Hu was touched in his heart, he did not show it.
