Yan Qingrui said: "Old man Tianji?"

The old man smiled slightly, looking at her with eyes as deep as the water of this pool, a pair of eyes that saw through the world, looking at her with a perceptive fire, but his mouth asked with interest: "Who taught you to use fire as the door?"

Yan Qingrui took out the black card and shook it, and said, "It!"

The old man's eyes moved slightly, but he was full of smiles, pointed to the stone table and stone bench on the right, and said, "Sit!"

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The old man said, "You have a lot of questions in your heart, right? Make a pot of tea, and speak slowly." ”

On the stone table, there is a small stove, a small pot on the stove, the water is about to boil, there are tea leaves next to it, and a set of tea sets.

Yan Qingrui looked at the fire, her eyes shrunk.

The fire, glowing green and devoid of temperature, was so similar to the fire on the bridge.

However, it would be wrong to say that there was no temperature, because the water was already boiling in the small pot on the stove. It shows that this fire can still boil water.

The old man walked slowly to the stone table, sat down opposite Yan Qingrui, looked at her, and said, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Qingrui said indifferently: "I'm here to ask questions, not to answer questions!"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "The old man's name is Tianji, and he is called the old man of Tianji!"

Yan Qingrui's gaze turned around his face, looked away, and did not speak.

At this time, the water in the pot is about to boil, she put the tea leaves, set the cup, the water is just boiling, she reaches out to carry the pot, scalding the kettle, washing tea, making tea, a set of actions in an orderly manner, the action is generally flowing.

It's strange to say that the kettle looks very small, but after the kettle is washed and the tea is boiled, a pot of tea is brewed, which is just enough.

There are four cups in a pot, and Yan Qingrui pours the tea into four cups.

The old man of Tianji picked up one of the cups, took a sip, and said suddenly: "The heart is cold, the anger is heavy, the heart is confused, but the heart is arrogant, the tea is good tea, but it is still not enough!"

Yan Qingrui was slightly shocked in her heart, and said lightly: "The heart of tea is the heart of the people, the old man of Tianji has a lot of closed-door soup for people to eat, and the tea that tastes less once in a while is not enough, so change the taste!"

The old man said, "You don't drink?"

Yan Qingrui said: "I don't drink!"

The old man of Tianji smiled slightly and said: "The heart of tea is the human heart, and the most difficult thing in the world to discover is actually your own heart." People who don't even dare to probe into their own hearts still ask what doubts and confusions in the world and confusion in their hearts?"

Yan Qingrui's eyes condensed slightly, and she suddenly smiled, and said, "It's that I'm self-restrained." She picked up the cup in front of her, sniffed it gently, and the tea was fragrant, this tea was really unmet in her life.

She said: "Yesterday, I drank three cups of tea, and I heard that it was called bitter rain. The suffering of life is in it, and it is difficult to extricate oneself, does this tea have a name?"

The old man of Tianji said: "This tea naturally has a name, called conscience!"

Yan Qingrui snorted lightly and said, "The old man of Tianji always asks his own heart?"

The old man of Tianji shook his head and smiled, and said, "No, this tea drinker is different, and the person who asks is naturally different." If you drink, you ask your heart, and if I drink, you ask the heart of heaven!"

With such a big breath, Yan Qingrui sneered, and she took a sip lightly.

Whether it's bitter rain tea or conscience tea, anyway, in this shadowless valley, there is such a hand behind her back, and they won't kill her until that hand achieves its purpose.

Let her ask her heart!

She has always known what she wants and what she doesn't want, but she doesn't know what this cup of tea can let her see?