The green spread over the earth seems to be the link in the ancient megacity, and the Jade Lake is located in the center of the mountain, and when viewed from above, it looks like a pearl on this green belt, dazzling. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The light rain was light, the breeze was blowing, and the mountains were silent in the tranquility of a drizzle.

The bamboo forest is swaying, the mountain spring is dingdong, there are rare birds and beasts running and playing in the rain, a very peaceful scene, I have to say that the central city of the Qingmian clan occupies a good position, the predecessors planted trees and the people enjoy the shade, and the ancient formation around the central city protects the foundation of the Qingmian clan.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a small simple bamboo house, outside the bamboo house there are artificially planted strange flowers and plants, exuding bursts of medicinal fragrance, diffusing in the air, swirling with a trace of mist, like a fairyland on earth, making the visitors feel relaxed and happy.

Shen Hanyu was lying on the cold stone platform of the bamboo house at the moment, and it could be seen that the stone platform had been temporarily moved in, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time, and it should have been some years.

The natural breath flows on the stone platform, hooking the most fundamental yin and yang qi, and the heaven and earth are in harmony, there is some kind of indescribable Tao Yun.

Shen Hanyu slowly opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were clear, and he didn't have the cold and violent feeling of the corpse clan at all, but was more inclined to people.

"Wake up, it seems that you are really an alternative among the corpse clan, and you have walked out of a completely different corpse path." A burst of vicissitudes of life sounded, and the tone was peaceful, with a hint of a smile.

Shen Hanyu sat up, in front of the window of the bamboo house, there was a white-haired old man sitting with his back to him, boiling a pot of tea, the tea fragrance was curling, which was refreshing, judging from the cyan palm of the old man when he was boiling tea, the old man was of a different race, Shen Hanyu felt it carefully, but suddenly found that the old man's breath was like a bottomless pit, incomprehensible, very terrifying cultivation!

"Hehe......" The old man let out another burst of laughter, it was obvious that the old man knew that Shen Hanyu was perceiving him, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Shen Hanyu was also a little embarrassed, this old man estimated that he had one hand to pinch his strength.

"Come, the rain scene of Qingyang Mountain is very beautiful, you might as well drink tea and look at the scenery." The old man made two cups of tea with a bamboo cup and invited Shen Hanyu to taste tea.

Shen Hanyu subconsciously looked at himself, the injuries in his body were no longer serious, the seven spirits were stable, although the meridians were damaged, but they had been repaired a lot, he knew how much trauma he had suffered in the battle with the barbarian king Liu in the Northern Barbarian Wilderness, and he was already surprised that he could repair it to this point in a short period of time.

Then Shen Hanyu looked at the old man again, although he was puzzled, he did not refuse, because he also liked the tea ceremony and the tranquility when drinking tea, but because of the repeated wars, he had no time to drink tea quietly.

Shen Hanyu walked down the stone platform, came to the window of the bamboo house, and sat on the side of the old man, only then did he see the whole picture of the old man, the wrinkled cyan face exuded enough kindness to warm people's hearts, the pale and slightly messy long hair gave people a primitive nature, one fang turned out of the lips, and the other had fallen off, it could be seen that the old man had stopped practicing and did not deliberately stop the aging of his body.

"The ...... of the green-faced clan" Shen Hanyu muttered to himself in his heart, then sat down and said, "Thank you for saving your life."

The old man still smiled calmly, and the action of making tea was not impatient, although it was slow, but it gave Shen Hanyu a sense of richness without flaws, which shows that the old man's tea skills are high, and the mood of people with high tea skills is not comparable to ordinary people.

"How about a taste of the old tea ceremony?" The old man gestured.

Shen Hanyu nodded, temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, raised his glass and slowly tasted it, the tea fragrance entered the entrance, soft and warm, and spread in Shen Hanyu's body in an instant, it seemed to enter Shen Hanyu's limbs and veins, and the pores around his body seemed to be absorbing the fragrance of tea, which made Shen Hanyu tremble and be surprised in his heart.

I saw Shen Hanyu open his eyes, looking at the tea in the cup with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he didn't see anything strange.

"Old man, you ...... What kind of tea is this? Shen Hanyu couldn't help but ask.

The old man looked at Shen Hanyu, there was a slight sound from the purple clay pot where the tea was boiled, and a fragrance of tea spread again.

"Yamanaka Flower Tea?" Shen Hanyu was skeptical, the flower tea in the mountains refers to the most ordinary flower tea, the tea that mortals can drink every day, the most ordinary, it is impossible to have such an effect.

Looking at Shen Hanyu's disbelieving expression, the old man said with a smile: "The tea ceremony is also the way of the heart, if you cook it with your heart, you can cook your own taste, so the tea made by everyone is different, some are elegant, some are strong, some melt in the mouth, and some are fragrant."

Shen Hanyu looked at the old man and thought carefully about the old man's words, although he also liked the tea ceremony, he just liked the sense of tranquility brought by the fragrance of tea.

"Look, how is the rain scene of Qingyang Mountain?" The old man asked, looking out the window.

Shen Hanyu turned his head to look, the light rain was as thin as a cow's hair, falling under the refreshing cool breeze, the ground exuded a fragrant earthy fragrance, the drizzle was silent, from time to time you would see a strange beast hurriedly running into the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a bird's nest on the branches, and you could faintly hear the chirping of young birds, everything seemed very peaceful, like a paradise, away from the chaos of the flood and famine, the hustle and bustle of the world, Shen Hanyu, who had been struggling in blood and death, could not even have a trace of war spirit now, and even his vigilance gradually disappeared, Open your heart and blend into this cosy rain scene.

"It's beautiful......" Shen Hanyu looked out the window and nodded slowly.

"How is it compared to the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood?" The old man's words made Shen Hanyu a little stunned.

Looking at the old man, Shen Hanyu's eyes gradually deepened, and the scenes after entering the flood quickly passed through his mind, almost all of what accompanied him were conspiracy, revenge, killing, and past memories were all blood-red.

"The sea of corpses and blood is terrifying, but there is no other way to survive." Shen Hanyu whispered.

The old man picked up the purple clay pot, poured tea into Shen Hanyu's teacup, and said: "Survival, is indeed an intriguing word, crossing the sea of blood, killing countless enemies, just to survive...... Shen Hanyu, now do you want to stay here and enjoy the rain scene, or continue to fight for a living? ”

Shen Hanyu sat cross-legged on the ground, looking down at the tea in the cup, the tea reflected his eyes, firm, and a little confused, perhaps, this is the real self, looking for that trace of faith in the confusion, supporting himself in the dangerous wilderness to walk, break through, and kill.

He didn't know what he would be if the faith in his heart disappeared one day.

Looking at Shen Hanyu in silence, the old man said, "You are hesitating."

Shen Hanyu looked up at the old man and said, "Old man, you are shaking my faith."

"Nope." The old man smiled and shook his head: "I just want to see your way clearly, the old man has not denied everything you have done, this world is changing, no one can be left alone, and you corpse clan are on the cusp, everything you do is reasonable, whether it is killing or dying, you are just going your own way."

After a pause, the old man pointed to the tea on the table and said, "Mountain flower tea, a very ordinary tea, but you are extremely surprised by its tea taste, is it because you are unfamiliar with flower tea?"

Shen Hanyu frowned, all the words of the old man seemed to be faintly pointing out something, which made Shen Hanyu unpredictable, but if he savored it, he had an endless aftertaste, and it could always cause ripples in Shen Hanyu's heart.

"You have touched the yin and yang, stepped into the corpse path, and never got out of the cage you painted, so you have been struggling, but you always feel powerless, it is good to be strong, but you ignore the feeling that you should have at that moment, perhaps...... This is the most dangerous thing about the corpses. The old man drank his tea and made his words clear.

"That moment of tranquility?" Shen Hanyu was puzzled.

The old man put down the teacup, looked at the clouds and smoke in the distance, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the world, and said: "The corpse clan has hatred in their hearts, so they can kill and calm their hearts, loneliness, deception, betrayal, revenge, break injustice, fight against power, and kill themselves to strengthen themselves, which has become the main theme in the hearts of your corpse clan, of course, the world is indifferent, however, the dawn will eventually come, and the corpse road in your heart is really to survive by killing?"

"A cup of tea, need to be boiled with fire to produce its fragrance, with the heart to taste its taste, you can taste the tea taste is different, it means that your heart does not recognize your own words, no matter when and where, do not ignore your heart, heart, will lead you to the right to rest assured, blindly ignore, eventually will be lost, lost heart, lost self, so, a moment of tranquility, will let your heart have the right to speak." The old man's tone was calm, but these words were like thunder, which made Shen Hanyu wake up.

"Old man, I understand......" Shen Hanyu nodded, the old man's words made Shen Hanyu grasp that glimmer of light in the darkness and blood, and also directly pointed out the crux of why the corpse clan was so violent!

The old man smiled: "Everything is your own choice, if your heart is dead, naturally you will not taste the taste of tea, I will not say so much, the future belongs to you."

In this way, Shen Hanyu and the old man of the green-faced clan tasted tea and discussed, in the peaceful rain of the mountains, the haze in Shen Hanyu's heart broke through layer by layer, perhaps this is his biggest gain today.

In the afternoon, the mountain rain stopped, Shen Hanyu said goodbye to the old man, he wanted to walk in this mountain, feeling the breath of nature, at this moment, he no longer used survival as an excuse to support himself, he found the real way, that is, to get out of his own way, a road that can make the corpse no longer confused, no longer hesitant, no longer be killed in the fear of becoming brutal, corpse road, not synonymous with killing and destruction!

It is true that cultivation is cruel, and blood and fighting in the future will definitely be indispensable, what Shen Hanyu has to do is to stop ignoring his inner dreams no matter what the circumstances, and not let himself lose his heart.

The mountain road after the rain was a little muddy, but Shen Hanyu didn't feel it at all, after a long talk with the old man, Shen Hanyu felt that he was much more relaxed, he walked in the forest, felt the indifferent breath of heaven and earth, opened his heart, the injuries in his body were completely recovered unconsciously, and the damage to the meridians disappeared without a trace.

Shen Hanyu was surprised again, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the bamboo forest, but he was stunned, the bamboo forest had disappeared without a trace, as if it didn't exist at all.

"This old man ...... Who is ......" Shen Hanyu muttered to himself, he suddenly realized that although he had been chatting with the old man for so long, he didn't know anything about the old man, not even his identity and name.