Fang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he put away the spear in his hand, hugged his fists and said, "Since the seniors are invited, then the juniors have no choice but to be respectful and obey their fate."

Old Lady Zhao nodded with a smile, turned around and walked towards the outside of the martial arts arena, her body gradually became rickety, and the meaning of decay became stronger, and it seemed that her life was in danger.

"This old guy won't live long." Shangguan Xiu said.

Fang Mo's heart moved, he looked thoughtfully at the old lady Zhao in front of him, and followed behind after a while, leaving the Zhao family members in the martial arts arena.

This Zhao family is huge, even with Fang Mo's eyesight, he can't see the end at a glance, he followed the old lady Zhao all the way, and everywhere he passed, there were people from the Zhao family who he encountered, they were all shocked, and immediately bowed down to meet him.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the place they walked became more and more remote, until the half-pillar incense had passed, and the two came to a small garden.

This small garden is not big, and it is not a spiritual herb and elixir, but overgrown with weeds, more than half a person high, and there is an ordinary thatched house in the center of the small garden, which is unremarkable.

"Little friend, don't trample on my grass." When Old Lady Zhao opened her mouth lightly, her body took off, flew to the front of the thatched house, and pushed the door in.

Fang Mo looked at the many weeds in front of him and was silent, sighed lightly after a while, his body was slightly vertical, and he jumped directly in front of the thatched house, and saw everything in the hut at a glance.

This thatched hut is very simple, a straw mat, a small table, two small stools, and nothing else.

"The humble house is simple, and the little friends are more to bear." Old Lady Zhao faced Fang Mo, stretched out a hand, and welcomed Fang Mo into the hut.

Fang Mo smiled and nodded, walked into the house, and whispered: "Si is a bad room, but I Dexin, there is no silk and bamboo, no case, what is ugly?"

"Oh? Xiaoyou's literary talent is outstanding, but he is old and rude. Old lady Zhao pointed to the small stool in front of the table and said, "Little friend, please."

"The seniors praise falsely, and the younger generations are just borrowing the articles of their predecessors." Fang Mo had a faint smile on his face, and said politely: "Senior, please."

The two sat opposite each other across the small table, and the old lady Zhao waved his right hand, and the blue light flashed, and a purple sand teapot appeared on the small table, on which many strange flowers and plants were carved, exuding bursts of brilliance, obviously this teapot is not extraordinary.

In addition, there were two small white jade teacups, which made Fang Mo's eyes shrink slightly, because he actually felt an extremely strong aura on this teacup.

Old lady Zhao was silent, the light in his hand flashed again, took out a green wood box, opened the lid, and carefully took out a little tea from it and put it into the purple sand teapot.

"This tea is produced on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the northeast of Yan Kingdom, which was cut off as early as one hundred and fifty years ago, and these teas in the hands of the old decay may be the last remaining. Therefore, the old man met his wife, and later founded the Zhao family in this acropolis, which has been more than 200 years in a blink of an eye. ”

Old lady Zhao recalled, grabbed it lightly with her right hand, and then pressed it into the teapot, and immediately invisibly condensed a ball of clear water in the teapot, surrounded by his palm, the water was slowly heated, and the tea leaves in it were also warmed together.

"In his early years, in the mundane world, he learned a set of tea brewing techniques from an old gentleman, and as the years passed, because the old gentleman was not a monk, he soon passed away from this world. A hundred years ago, my wife failed to build the foundation and passed away, and later, the old friends around the old man left one after another, and the only one who drank this tea was the old man......" Old lady Zhao's eyes flashed with sadness, and the water in the teapot gradually became hot.

Fang Mo was silent, just listened quietly, the cultivation path is like this, full of variables, not everyone can successfully promote cultivation, so seeing the departure of the people around him, it became a loneliness in his heart.

It's just that this kind of loneliness, Fang Mo can't understand it for the time being, because in that Falling Cloud City, there are still his thoughts.

"Cultivation is difficult, and immortality is even harder! The foundation can live for two hundred, and I continue my life with various secret methods and genius earth treasures, until now, I am over three hundred ......years old" The sadness in Old Lady Zhao's eyes was even stronger, and he muttered: "But the people around me are leaving one after another, and the one who has been with me for the longest time, except for the weeds outside the house, is this tea."

"I cherish this tea very much, because this tea is like an invisible silk thread, connecting me with my wife and those old friends who have long since passed away, so that I will no longer be alone when drinking tea. So, I called this tea...... Remember!"

Old Lady Zhao sighed, looked at the boiling water in the pot, gently lifted the teapot, and poured the white jade teacup in front of Fang Mo into seven points, the color of remembrance in his eyes was even stronger.

"Thinking about the tea ......" Fang Mo thought about it, slowly picked up the teacup, and with a faint fragrance of tea, he pecked a little lightly, and then drank three points.

The fragrance of tea remained between his lips and teeth, and the tea went down his throat and into his abdomen, turning into a warm air current, flowing towards the white bones of his limbs, which made his cultivation involuntarily touch.

Fang Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and said faintly: "The taste is mellow, the taste is smooth, the tea water enters and the tea fragrance remains, mortals drink it for a long time, and they will not be sick, even if it is of great help to the cultivation of monks such as us, it is really good tea."

Speaking of this, Fang Mo's words paused, his eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, and only after a long time did he mutter: "If that's it, it's nothing, the most important thing is that this tea is not only tea for seniors...... It's about missing and remembering, thinking about tea, tea is as its name suggests......"

Old Lady Zhao's hand holding the teapot trembled slightly, and after a while, she poured the tea into the teacup in front of her, and then looked up at Fang Mo and said, "It seems that Xiaoyou not only understands tea, but also seems to have a lot on his mind?"

Fang Mo smiled silently, just silently sipping the tea, the decaying meaning he felt from this old man made him know that the other party would not persecute him easily, and even if there was a case, he could step into the twelfth layer of condensation at any time.

"There is an end to people, and the same is true of this tea, it will only become less and less, even if I only drink one pot a month, but until now, there are less than three taels of tea left." Old lady Zhao took a sip of tea, seemed helpless, and said meaningfully: "It's a pity, I may be difficult to use these teas in the future, I wonder if Xiaoyou can accept it for the old man?"

As he spoke, he pushed the Aoki locket containing Siyi Tea to Fang Mo.

Fang Mo's eyes swept calmly, and politely declined: "This tea is too heavy, the juniors are used to it, I'm afraid they won't be able to take it."

"There are merchants among the laymen, and when the benefits of a business are higher than the price to be paid, then the business is worth doing, and the dealings between monks are different from those of merchants, but there are similarities......

Fang Mo's brows frowned slightly, and he didn't answer.

Old lady Zhao chuckled, didn't explain much, his palm was against the wall of the purple clay pot, and the tea in it quickly vaporized due to the high temperature, turning into a large amount of green smoke floating out of the teapot, and soon, there was no more tea in the teapot, only more than ten wet tea leaves.

He kept in his hand, and between the five fingers, a ball of clear water condensed again on his palm, which was not put into the teapot, but in a slight way, it began to heat until the water mass floating on the palm began to boil, and then it rushed back into the teapot.

"In my opinion, this tea is like life, and it is like monasticism, when the teapot is filled with water, it is like hitting a bottleneck, and it is difficult to inject it into it."

Then, Old Lady Zhao lifted the teapot, poured tea into Fang Mo's cup, and continued: "But if you taste it quietly, you don't have to worry about how to break through the bottleneck, go with the flow, wait for the tea in it to dissipate, and then refill it with boiling water, when you taste it again, the taste may be better than Fang Cai."

Fang Mo's expression was calm, and he took a sip gently.

The tea is still the same tea, and the water is still poured with boiling water, but the taste is very different from just now, Fang Mo's body shook suddenly, and after a while, he slowly put down the teacup, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

What he was thinking about was not why the taste of tea had changed, but the words of the old lady of the Zhao family, and after a while, his brows gradually relaxed, and he picked up the teacup again, savored it carefully, and no longer thought about anything else

Old lady Zhao showed appreciation in her eyes, and personally poured tea for Fang Mo.

After that, the two of them didn't say much, just silently tasted tea, and the sound of insects and birds chirping came from time to time outside the house, there was no abundant aura, some were just the fragrance of flowers and plants, and a fresh meaning passed on Fang Mo's heart, making it rare for him to relax.

Time passed slowly, and the morning sun began to change direction, gradually sinking in the west, and dusk came......

From morning to afternoon, such a long period of purity was extremely rare for Fang Mo, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that since he could remember, until now, from reading, reading, reading, to cultivating, cultivating, cultivating, in his heart, the most important thing was time, he had never enjoyed such a pure day.

Fang Mo turned his head and looked through the window at the sunset that was gradually sinking in the west, his mind gradually cleared, his eyes reflected the sun, exuding an unprecedented essence, and an extremely comfortable sense transmitted the limbs and bones.

His consciousness involuntarily dispersed, enveloping the dilapidated garden, feeling the grass outside, the chirping of insects and birds, a cricket jumping from one grass to another, a small bird fluttering its wings and flying high.

His cultivation was involuntarily revealed, and the cultivation of the tenth layer of condensing qi exploded violently, and the aura in the dantian surged wildly, turning into runes, making his whole body bloom with golden light.

"It's not good, this is to build a foundation...... Fang Mo's face changed, and he looked at the old lady Zhao who was sitting opposite.

Old lady Zhao was smiling, and the sunset sun shone on his face through the window, making the wrinkles on his face seem to stretch a lot.

"Xiaoyou's high level of understanding is still beyond my expectations, so why should I suppress such an opportunity?" Old Lady Zhao's smile was even thicker, and she said softly: "As for the old and decrepit, the dying person, why care."

As he spoke, Old Lady Zhao's eyes became even more cloudy and lost their brilliance, and he gradually closed his eyes and said the last words of his life.

"Blessing to the soul, water comes naturally, Fang Mo Xiaoyou, if the foundation is successful, I hope you can accept the old and decrepit memory tea......"