At the bottom of Duanfeng Cliff, the white-haired old man sat at a stone table, made a pot of tea, poured a cup and took a sip, leaving an empty cup beside the pot.
Judging from the old man's appearance, no one could guess whether the pot of tea tasted good or bad. After all, that face didn’t show any emotion! Countless fine sands in his eyes are like a sea of stars.
The old man just shook the teacup in his hand, but the tea seemed to be frozen in the cup, motionless as the teacup in the old man's hand shook.
After a few breaths, the old man stopped what he was doing and gently put down the teacup. Then he picked up the teapot and poured some tea into another teacup.
Then he said: "Since we are all here, why not hurry up! Old man, my tea will change when it gets cold."
Chu An, who was a hundred miles away, just smiled and said: "Junior just hasn't thought of how to speak to you, senior."
However, the old man picked up his cup, took a sip of hot tea, and said slowly: "Wouldn't it be better to come over and drink tea while thinking about it?"
"Then I'll forgive you, this junior." While still speaking, the man came behind the old man and bowed his hands.
And the scene here is no longer what it was when Chu An came here! Now the trees are growing green leaves; the flowers are covered with powder, and the butterflies are dancing and the bees are dancing. There are white clouds in the blue sky, and the fish and shrimps are happy under the water.
However, the old man has never looked at Chu An from the beginning until now. He just raised his hand and waved for him to sit down and talk.
Of course, Chu An had no choice but to sit down obediently.
"Old man, it took me three thousand years to brew this pot of tea!" After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Chu An peacefully, and then said, "You wash your feet well."
Embarrassed, Chu An had no choice but to smile shamelessly and salute again: "Junior pinched his fingers to catch up."
The old man laughed and said: "Come... come, let's taste my craftsmanship, and by the way, please tell me whether you can drink this tea."
Chu An said, "I happen to be a little thirsty." He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one sip.
The old man saw Chu An drinking the tea he made so ignorantly, and he hurriedly said with heartache: "You are really good at destroying things. Just this cup of tea, so many powerful powers from all over the world have begged me for thousands of years to get a taste of it." The good tea... you didn’t even try to taste it!”
Upon hearing this, Chu An looked at the old man in shock.
The two eyes looked at each other, and Chu An said first: "Junior, why don't you have another drink? This time, I will definitely taste it."
Hearing the shameless words of the young man in front of him, the old man felt as if someone was pricking his aorta with a needle. However, he had lived for countless years, so he had to use his life's experience and knowledge to suppress the inner fire that was about to explode.
But he didn't want to. Chu An didn't wait for him to express his position. He picked up the teapot and refilled himself a cup, then picked it up and took a sip.
"Um……"
The old man's eyes were filled with sparks, but his eyes did no harm to Chu An!
He could only say angrily: "How?"
"I don't know much about tea either. It's okay, it tastes good and it quenches my thirst."
Chu An never thought of saying something flattering to make the old man happy.
"I mean, how about this pot?" The old man was a little surprised.
Chu An thought that the old man was asking about the tea, but he didn't expect that he was asking about the teapot. He knew that he had strayed from the topic. He smiled, picked up the teapot again and looked at it carefully. After a few seconds, he stopped talking and said, "It's okay, it looks good." .”
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes, which were like vast stars, made Chu An so frightened that he still kept talking and became even louder.
"Is this pot heavy?" Before the old man could say anything, the world shook three times.
Chu An swayed, and everyone was a little confused; how heavy could a pot with a bigger palm be? But if others ask this question, how should he answer it?
"It's okay~ It's just a little bigger than a fist, so it doesn't feel heavy."
After hearing Chu An's answer, the old man just took a deep breath, feeling an overwhelming feeling in his chest. He wanted to give the children in front of him a few words to vent his anger, but he had lived for countless years and didn't bother to do anything. I can only force the unfavorable energy into my belly and turn it into a smelly fart to let it go.
However, only the old man knew that the water in this pot was the essence of millions of rivers and thousands of lakes that he had spent nearly a thousand years to obtain. This pot of tea weighs at least as much as a river of water combined.
"Well, this junior is here to bother you, senior... because this junior is a little confused and wants to ask senior for some advice. I hope senior won't refuse." With that said, Chu An stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.
The tea was brewed for people to drink. Of course the old man was not really angry.
"Just ask whatever you want to ask,"
Seeing the indifferent look of the old man in front of him, Chu An felt a little bit in his heart, rubbed his nose slightly embarrassed and said, "Can this junior compare to the gods in the upper world?"
"Boring."
"What about the God King?"
"Don't you know it yourself?"
"Where is the Lord of the God Realm?" Chu An asked three times.
The old man revealed an interesting smile, looked at Chu An and said, "Have you been idle for a long time?"
"Where's the sky?"
"You can't see it."
Chu An cupped his hands and said in salute: "This junior understands."
"What? Have you lived enough?"
"Senior, why do you ask this?"
The old man picked up the teacup, took another sip of tea and said, "There are some places where you can't just go and act recklessly regardless of the consequences. It's not worth it to live in vain and achieve nothing."
"Junior took note of it."
After that, the old man stopped talking and his eyes no longer met Chu An.
Chu An stood up and saluted again: "Junior, I take my leave."
"Go ahead."
As soon as the words fell, the Chuan people disappeared without a trace. I only have one sentence left: Isn’t the scenery nice like this? Why did it look like a ghost town in the past?
The old man was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
Fufeng County...
Ban Yu seemed to be waiting for someone. The warm sun shines all over the earth, and there are all kinds of people in the world. Spending a day living without worrying about food and clothing, spending a day living in debauchery, living a day eating and drinking the wind and working hard. As a human being, those who are content will not live too pessimistically.
The cool breeze is blowing... There is an endless stream of pedestrians in Wuyang City, and the sounds of carriages and horses hawking are mixed together, so it's really lively! The newly moved people have long forgotten the disaster that once caused the small town of Wuyang to be bloodbathed. After all, in the throat of businesses, the past is like pouring rain, and it goes away as quickly as it comes. They are all profitless and can't afford to be early. Of course, they all understand that the benefits and risks are always equal to each other.
