(Cat pounces Chinese) Hua Jitian followed Ryoko Oda all the way to the black and white house. On the way, Hanakuten asked some questions, but Ryoko Oda remained silent and didn't say anything, and it was also possible that Ryoko Oda didn't know what Hanakuten asked.

When he came to the black and white house and heard the sound in the house, Hua Jitian felt that something was wrong. The old voice in the house is a Chinese accent.

Hua Jitian didn't have a strong sense of rhythm, and he didn't have a high resolution for sound, but he was sure that he had never heard this sound.

This voice is somewhat similar to the voice of Zhao Tangfeng, the old Zhao head of the Zhao family, that is, it sounds dim and rotten, as if it is a voice from a deep grave in the long night.

Hua Jitian opened his perspective eyes and looked into the black and white house, but as soon as his eyes penetrated the walls of the black and white house and the white paper on the pasted walls, it was as if he saw a vast thick fog and couldn't see anything.

The flowers are horrified. Ordinary dense fog, even if it is so thick that you can't see your fingers, can't stop Hua Jitian's gaze, but the dense fog in the house can.

In other words, there may not be any dense fog in the house, but it is just that Hua Jitian's gaze cannot penetrate it, which forms the feeling of dense fog.

"Hmm. The strange detection technique of the Extreme Heaven Friendship is not the true qi of martial arts, nor is it the qi of Haoran. In the black and white house, the deep voice came again.

The voice was low, but ethereal, as if the man's position in the house was constantly changing, and each word he uttered would change hundreds of times, appearing in any corner of the house.

But Hua Jitian and instinctively felt that the people in the black and white house did not move at all. What made Hua Jitian even more shocked was that the person in the room could actually feel Hua Jitian's detection technique, which was not the true qi of martial arts, nor the qi of Haoran.

Fortunately, he didn't say the word clairvoyance, otherwise Hua Jitian might have turned around and fled. But he also felt that even if he went all out, he might not be able to escape, and it was not possible to use the Qinglong Extreme Speed and Phantom Shift, and even let the heavens be mended and the portal could not be opened.

"Hey, there's a familiar aura. Hua Jitian's voice sounded in his head.

"What, do you know?" Hua Jitian replied in a trembling voice.

"I don't know, I just think that the old man in the house has a familiar breath, and what he practices must be Huaxia's exercises. "Mending the heavens.

"What exercises?" Hua Jitian asked again.

"How do I know. Mending Tian said casually.

"Cut, after talking for a long time, it means that I didn't say anything. "Hua Jitian no longer cares about Butian, but just asks Butian to open the portal at any time for him to escape.

"Okay. But you may not have a chance to use it. "Mending the heavens.

"What, you said I didn't have time to use it, so I'd better go now. Hua Jitian said in a hurry, he wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't feel good.

"......" Mending the sky was a little speechless, Hua Jitian slandered people all day long and was afraid of death, but in fact, he himself was even more afraid of death.

Just as he was hesitating, the old man in the black and white house spoke again

"Jitian Xiaoyou, please come in and have tea. "Hua Ji Tianxin said that I don't want to drink tea, just drink bottled mineral water.

Please drink tea, in China is sometimes a bad saying. Oda Ryoko, when she heard that the Great Offering invited Hanakuten to go in, she couldn't help but be surprised, she knew that when Yanagi Maichitaro, as well as the head of the Hyaki family, asked to see the Great Offering, the Great Offering only asked Oda Ryoko to put a chair outside the house, and the rest of the people, such as Yanagi Kenyu, such as the dead Hyaki Yuzuru, were all kneeling to listen to the Great Offering, of course, also outside the door.

The head of the Hattori family, but he went in once, and that time Oda Ryoko was also in charge of serving, she remembered very well that the big offering didn't let her pour tea for the head of the Hattori family at all, from beginning to end, it was the big offering that he was drinking, and the head of the Baiji family didn't have the slightest anger because of this.

Ryoko Oda hesitated, then stepped forward and pushed open the door of the black and white house. There are two doors of the house, Oda Ryoko pushed them open, but it is still not big, through the door, you can't see the overall pattern of the house, you can only see a part of the middle, and the two sides, is not visible, and the kind of three-room connected big tile house in the early days of rural China, a bit similar.

In the black and white house, there is no thick fog that can block the perspective at all, but it is refreshing and refreshing, and there is nothing, not even the smoke of aromatherapy or the steam of tea.

Hua Jitian looked up, there is a square black wooden platform similar to tatami mats in the middle of the black and white house, which cannot be regarded as tatami mats, but it is only more than ten centimeters higher than the surroundings, and there is a small dark brown round table on it, a teapot and two teacups on the table, all of which are antique and do not seem to be modern porcelain.

On either side of the small round table, there was a light yellow futon, and on top of one of the futons, an old man sat on his knees.

The old man was wearing a black samurai uniform, he looked ordinary, not tall, slightly fat, his face was not wrinkled, but it was covered with age spots, he seemed to be very old, his hair was not too thick, but the color was black, and in the middle of his head, he had a small mustache, which was a bit similar to the samurai in the Fuso costume film that Hua Jitian watched.

The old man's expression was calm, with a slight smile on his face, which was not the same as the bitter expression of most Fusang people.

This is the great offering of Shenmu Co., Ltd., in the hearts of Fuso cultivators, the existence of gods, in the hearts of the people of Fuso, is no less than the existence of Fuso Tianhuang.

In Hua Jitian's heart, there was a feeling of a mountain looking up. For Zhao Tangfeng and for the Fanhua Generation, Hua Jitian didn't have such a feeling, but for this old man of Fusang, he had this feeling.

This old man is far beyond Zhao Tangfeng and far beyond the Fanhua generation. Hua Jitian is not a foreign admiration, but a respect for the strong.

He vaguely felt that this old man from Fusang had a great relationship with Huaxia, and he might even be a Chinese himself.

"Please come in. Ryoko Oda said. She pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation to let Hua Jitian in.

The old man turned his head, looked at Hua Jitian, and beckoned. Hua Jitian slowly walked forward and came to the door of the black and white house.

He didn't feel any danger, and even if he did, it was in vain, he felt that in front of this old man, he couldn't even compare to a poor scholar who was powerless, and he could only be regarded as a child of one or two years old.

When Hua Jitian came to the door, the old man smiled and pointed to the futon opposite

"Sit. Hua Jitian did not hesitate, took off his shoes and socks at the door, flicked lightly, drew a small arc in the air, and like this old man, he was face to face with the big offering, kneeling on the futon, the two were very close, just separated by the small dark brown round table.

Ryoko Oda's eyes twitched twice. She had been serving the Great Offering for seven years, and had only seen three people enter the house, only one of whom was sitting on the futon in front of the Great Offering, and the other two were standing.

Now, Hua Jitian is the fourth person she has ever seen enter the house, the second person sitting on a futon.

The three people in front of them are all old men in their seventies and eighties, not young people like Hua Jitian. Ryoko Oda was shocked.

"In the cabinet, there is still a little steamed jade dew, let's go cook it. "The big offering to Oda Ryoko said.

"It's your favorite tea, that's all there is left. Ryoko Oda didn't move, and said reluctantly.

She glanced at Hua Jitian, obviously thinking that Hua Jitian was not qualified to enjoy it.

"Jitian Xiaoyou is a distinguished guest, so he naturally wants to have good tea. "The Great Offering was not at all concerned about Oda Ryoko's disobedience.

When Oda Ryoko heard the Great Offering say this, she got angry and went to get a thousand steamed gyokuro, and then went to cook it. The Fusang Tea Ceremony, which originated from China, has also formed its own genre and characteristics, even more distinctive than the Chinese Tea Ceremony.

Many things in Fuso have a strong sense of ritual, so they look tall, such as judo, such as kendo, and even how to wear kimonos, etc., there are certain rules.

This kind of rule can better maintain the tradition, but on the other hand, it is difficult to innovate and develop, and it is a bit self-contained.

After Ryoko Oda went out, in the black and white house, there were only two people left, Hanagaten and Daisho. Hua Jitian looked at the black and white house again.

The layout of the house is extremely simple, the place where they sit opposite each other is the middle of the house, and the two of them face east and west.

The large enshrinement is on the east side, and behind him is the east room of the house. In the east room, there is a simple tatami bed, and the futon on the bed is very thin.

On the east wall where the tatami mats leaned, there was a banner hanging on it, and a few words on the banner made the corners of Hua Jitian's eyes tremble.

'The road goes to the door, and the cattle and horses go'. The big offering looked at Hua Jitian and smiled

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