Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 363 Meeting Cha Lao

Snow has been falling, and this winter has been extraordinarily long.

And because of the matter of Dongchuan's holy artifact, Dongchuan City, which had been silent for a long time, also ushered in an unprecedented period of excitement.

The heavy snowfall for several days made the city a little quieter.

Outside the city, the snow was three feet deep, and the cold wind howled, sometimes blowing endless ice crystals, shining all over the world.

The snow stopped slightly, and the scorching sun, which had been covered by the clouds for several days, was also trying its best to break through the embrace of the clouds, rushing out, radiating its own light, through the endless sunshine, which was blown by the frost. The ice crystals are even more dazzling.

In the distance, two slender figures drawn by the sun are walking towards this quietly sleeping giant step by step.

From this point of view, this big Dongchuan city is like an old giant, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, its body is still covered with silver frost, it is old, and it is sleeping.

Sleeping quietly in the borderlands, lying at the intersection of Beiju Luzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou.

This place used to be extremely prosperous, and it used to have unique scenery, so there was such an ancient city that was not weaker than the major capitals.

It's just that now it's old, tired, and restless
In the past, this was a frontier fortress against monsters and barbarians. There were countless heroic warriors of the human race stationed here. They fought with monsters and beasts, and struggled with monsters and barbarians, just in exchange for a piece of peace.

Up to now, the city has lost its function, only to be abandoned in the sky full of frost and snow.

Most of the people in the city were former soldiers. The Three Realms made an alliance. There will be no battles in the future. The soldiers gradually lost their blood. What is left is only the nostalgia for this city, and the enthusiasm for the bloody battlefield in the past has turned into lovesickness. bones, buried in the Great Wild Valley.

The coffin is buried deep at the bottom of the valley and there will be no day of waking up.

Most of the people in the city are their descendants, but they no longer have the passion of the past.

These two people were covered by ice crystals, their steps were firm, but they were much more silent, walking towards this simple and old giant step by step.

A small and inconspicuous tea shop in the south alley of the city.
The flag planted outside the door has disappeared, leaving only a solitary bamboo pole, but now it is also stained white by frost and snow.
Pushing the door open, the inside becomes a unique piece of heaven and earth. There are countless flowers and plants in different shapes in the courtyard, southern flowers, northern flowers. No matter what kind, they are all in full bloom at this time anyway.

In the small hall in front of the door, there are three ancient wooden tea tables, but they are only more than one foot high, and they look rickety, as if they will fall down at some point.

One is placed on the front seat, and the other two are placed on both sides in front of him. There is a futon under each table, sitting cross-legged, that's all
"Both of you are here facing the wind and snow, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body."

Sitting in front of the first tea table was an old man. Although he was dressed in coarse linen, he was extraordinarily neat and tidy. His long black and white hair was neatly coiled up and fell behind him. The old man's eyes were slightly closed, with one hand Holding a teacup.

Whether it's his sitting posture, the distance between his body and the tea table, or the height of the teacup, and the details of his sleeves, they are all so perfect.

The teacup was in front of him, and he took a sip to blow away the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip.

And the man in the green shirt sitting under the stage is the same, regardless of the sitting posture, the distance between the body and the tea table, or the height of the teacup. .

The man in the green shirt imitated the ups and downs of the water blown away by him, and tapped lightly, just soaking his lips that had been dried by the wind and snow outside the city. After the old man put down the teacup, he slowly put the cup in his hand. lay down
Opposite the man in green shirt sat a man in white clothes with a clean and handsome face. I'm afraid even a woman would be jealous of his delicate face.

"Thank you for the tea, senior." The man in the blue shirt stood up, put his hands together, stepped slightly sideways, and bowed to salute.

"It's okay, a cup of hot tea, it's too serious"

The man in the green shirt was the Monkey King who had returned from Dongchuan, and he came to this small tea shop in the south alley of the city to express his gratitude.

The man in white on the opposite side is Lingxiu, who has been playing with the delicate teacup in his hand, savoring the tea he just drank without saying much.

Sun Wukong nodded, sat back down again, and did not speak again.Although there were countless questions in his mind, such as the identity of the old man, why he wanted to help him, who made a 300-year agreement with him to let him wait here, etc., but he didn't open his mouth.

At this moment, outside the door, there was frost and snow.

"I'm leading Lingchao Hantian, under the order of the Patriarch, to come here to visit the tea master and pick up the young master Ling back."

A loud voice came in from outside the door accompanied by boundless frost, but when it reached the courtyard, the frost had already dissipated.

"Please come in." The old man flicked his sleeves, opened the door, and the frost and cold wind rushed out, like a ferocious beast, it could swallow the whole world, roaring rampantly in the entire Dongchuan City or Dongchuan, cold Extremely, only unable to rush into this hut.

Standing outside the door was a tall man wearing silver armor. After stepping through the threshold, the silver armor dissipated automatically and was replaced by a long silver gown embroidered with auspicious clouds. The gold thread turned into a galloping unicorn standing on top of the auspicious clouds. superior.

A head of silver-white hair is not blown by the wind, but there is no mess in the slightest.

This is the number one general who guides the spirit nest, the one who is famous for moving the monster clan, and is the one that all the major forces are excited about.

The strength of the Yinling Nest is not only because it has tamed countless wild beasts, and it is not only because of the so-called majestic iron cavalry, but because of such a person.

The name is Han Tian, ​​just like cold clouds entering the sky, unstoppable, his talent is indescribable, certainly not weaker than that self-proclaimed peerless Dao Ming, such a talent, but he is willing to be driven by the Lingling Nest, just because One point, there is a man worthy of his heart in the Spiritual Nest.

Only after changing into casual clothes at this moment can I see Han Tian's appearance clearly.

He has a handsome face, an indifferent expression, and the supreme arrogance revealed between the brows, although it is not intentionally revealed, but it is self-contained.

The silver hair is particularly eye-catching, but the most attractive thing is the pair of eyes, which are indifferent and unparalleled are also silver white.

Han Tian kept his eyes on the tea master, and glanced at the young man sitting on the right side of the tea master from time to time.
His eyes brightened slightly, his expression changed slightly.

Since then, he has believed that his mind can only be placed on cultivation, and that other things cannot interfere with his original heart, let alone caring about ordinary men and women who love him. .Because his name is Han Tian.

But ever since he accidentally saw that woman in a white dress with a light smile on her face, he knew that he couldn't turn his eyes away a single bit.
You must know that he usually doesn't even bother to give ordinary women the opportunity to look down. You must know that there are almost countless beauties from the monster tribe who have fallen in love with him. He never thought that he would fall into this whirlpool.

Because he is Han Tian, ​​but when he knew that he could not extricate himself, he decisively abandoned everything and willingly went to lead the spirit nest, just to protect her peace for the rest of her life.

His name is Han Tian, ​​he is just like his name, his nature is like his name, he will not show any emotion, all he does is stay, kill all enemies, and it is enough for her to smile all her life.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry to go out, and I couldn't prepare some gifts for the seniors. The Patriarch was ordered to give a small gift"

Han Tian opened his mouth, his eyes returned to their usual color, and he stepped forward to take out something and put it on the table in front of the tea old man.

The three pieces of tea leaves emitted dazzling light, which was very brilliant, and the fragrance filled the entire small courtyard in a blink of an eye, directly covering up the fragrance of thousands of flowers.

"I knew this old thing must still be hidden." Cha Lao Xin picked up a piece of tea and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, and laughed and cursed.

Han Tian is ashamed, the only person who can say such a thing about the head of the family is probably the old tea.

Back then, the old tea master fought against the Patriarch for three days and three nights to win the ancient tea. Although he didn't know how the battle was going, the old tea successfully took the ancient tea away, and the Patriarch also established a water-like friendship with the old tea master. tea.
Cha Lao stretched out his hand, and a tea table appeared behind Lingxiu, and said, "Please sit down, wait for a while"

Then Cha Lao got up and walked into the inner hall.

At this moment, there are only three Sun Wukong spirit cultivators, Han Tian, ​​in the small hall.

At this moment, Han Tian raised his head and looked at Monkey King, his eyes did not show any waves, and after only a breath, he turned his head to the distance and did not speak.

"Brother Han Tian. Father didn't say anything." Lingxiu turned around playfully and asked in a low voice.

"The owner is angry."

Han Tian spoke, just four words, this Han Tian can't speak, because he never needs to make false claims with others, so he doesn't know how to be polite, but when facing spiritual practice, the chill in his eyes is less and more gentle.

"It's over, it's over, brother Han Tian, ​​can you go back and tell your father that you haven't found me." Lingxiu asked.

Han Tian shook his head slightly, but didn't speak this time.

Seeing this, Lingxiu could only sigh, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it in one gulp. The hot tea had not dissipated its warmth for a long time, but it made Lingxiu's throat hurt, but he didn't speak. It's nothing, and it doesn't do any harm.

Not long after, Cha Lao came out from the inner hall, holding two teapots in his hands.

One was placed on his desk, and the other went directly to Han Tian's desk and placed on his desk.

"This pot is a purple sand teapot stored in a cold temple for thousands of years. It can temporarily preserve the taste of this ancient tea for three days. You can take it back and give it to the old thing, but remember, after drinking the tea, send this purple sand teapot back to me. Otherwise, I'll call over and turn your spirit nest upside down." Cha Lao said seriously, with a serious expression on his face.

Han Tian hurriedly nodded and said, "I will definitely return to Zhao."

"It's so good." The old tea said and turned around, returned to the table, picked up the teapot, and filled the cups of tea for everyone.
Without asking everyone to get up, he said to himself: "You don't have to get up, you are considered lucky. I made a piece of this ancient tea, let the old thing taste one piece, and leave the rest to me."

"What's the matter with you, we can talk about it after drinking this tea."

(End of this chapter)