Surrounded by heavy bamboo forests, by the bright moonlight, the six people saw a dilapidated grass house in the distance, the wall of the grass house was made of clay and straw, and the top was covered with thatch, and there was a bluestone monument in front of the grass house, and an old man was bent on his back, holding a broom and sweeping the bamboo leaves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The six of them stepped forward slowly, and the old man looked up at a few people with cloudy and dim eyes, and asked in a clear and slow bite, "You guys, are you here to get something like that?" ”

Qingtian, who was the leader, replied: "Yes, please ask the old-timers to take us to fetch something like that." ”

The old man said indifferently: "Don't call me an old-timer, I'm just an old man who guards the tomb, I can only live in seclusion, incapable of inheriting the mantle of the saint and carrying forward the will of the saint, what kind of predecessor is it?" ”

Lan Ruo was stunned, it turned out to be ...... This is Yan Ji's tomb, this old man is guarding his tomb here, he is probably Yan Ji's descendant!

The mausoleum keeper looked at Qingtian Dao: "I still remember you, you used to come with the Lord of Qing when you were young, although your temperament has changed a lot, but the essence has not changed, you are still a strong little ghost." ”

Qingtian was silent.

The mausoleum keeper turned around and walked to the bluestone monument, and everyone followed him, and Lan Ruo saw the four big characters of the iron painting silver hook written on the bluestone monument - gentleman is not a weapon.

The traces of those words are smooth and edgeless, without the slightest trace of knife chisel, as if they were drawn with finger force, you know, gravel is a realm, and writing on it with finger force is another realm.

Lan Ruo focused his attention on the words on the stone tablet, not a tool, which was intended not to stick to one side like a utensil, but to look at the overall situation, erudite and talented, and to be in his heart, which can be said to be quite a high evaluation.

Lan Ruo suddenly found that next to the bluestone stele, there was a pinch of loess and an inconspicuous small tombstone, which was the tomb of the master.

Qingtian walked to the tomb of the master and bowed at a ninety degree, and the Qingshou and Lan Ruo also came close and bowed, this is a sage, since he has arrived at his tomb, how can he not be polite?

The tomb of Yan Fuzi is really simple, the tombstone is made of ordinary marble, and the tablet is engraved with a few vague big characters: the tomb of the disciple Yan Ji. The name of the person who erected the monument and the few lines of small print on the date of the monument have been eroded by hundreds of years of wind and rain.

The mausoleum keeper walked in front of the bluestone monument, his waist sank, and his whole body burst out with a dark purple thunder fighting energy, his momentum was extremely amazing, but what was even more surprising was his fighting qi control, the fighting qi storm emitted from his body was limited to a foot in front of him, and not even a single grain of soil was blown on the master's grave not far away.

Lan Ruo was secretly shocked in his heart, this mausoleum keeper who looked like he was already dying was actually such a powerful seventh-order spirit master, if he didn't live in seclusion, maybe the seat of the seventh-order spirit would have to be moved.

The bluestone tablet that looked like it weighed 10,000 catties was easily lifted by the mausoleum keeper and put aside, and everyone saw that the ground was pressed out of a deep pit by the bluestone stele, and at the bottom of the pit, there was a black crystal card lying quietly.

Qingtian stepped forward, picked up the black crystal card, and then handed it to Lan Ruo and said, "This card is yours." ”

Everyone was stunned, and Lan Ruo said incoherently: "This, this is the Tarot Council's Wheel of Fortune Black Crystal Card, you, what are you doing for me?" ”

Qingtian said: "I said, it's yours, in the future, you will be the tenth seat of the Tarot Council, this seat is the highest seat of the Tarot Council, but you don't have the experience to lead the Tarot Council now, so for the time being, it's up to me to ......"

Lan Ruo hurriedly interrupted him: "Wait, wait, I haven't understood yet, why me?" ”

Qingtian said: "Because you are the most suitable, that's all." ”

Lan Ruo was stunned and took the Wheel of Fortune Black Crystal card that was still stained with fresh soil, the center of the card was engraved with a wheel of fate, and the four corners were the same as the "world" card, carved with lions, flying eagles, angels and sacred cows, all the carvings had gold wire hooks, extremely exquisite.

The mausoleum keeper's gaze also changed a little when he looked at Lan Ruo, he thought that it must be Qingtian who inherited the wheel of fate, but he didn't expect that the real inheritor was actually the young man next to him.

Kura and Leo were both stunned on the spot, and Bai Ya muttered, "I didn't expect that he was about to enter the Tarot Council just after a mission together." ”

Qing Shi's gaze at Lan Ruo also became a little complicated, and he suddenly asked the mausoleum guard: "Master Jiuwen is proficient in tea ceremony, and my young master also loves tea ceremony, can there be his tea set in the master's former residence?" ”

The mausoleum keeper nodded, and said indifferently: "Master's tea set is in the house, there is no good tea, it is all wild tea that I picked on the mountain, and the stream is not a high-quality water source, if you want to drink it, please drink it yourself." ”

Qingtian is also tempted, Master has always been his idol, so Qingtian will like to read books, like to drink tea, and now it is such an honor to be able to drink tea in the Master's Cottage.

Qingtian thanked the mausoleum keeper and walked towards the grass house, although Lan Ruo was still immersed in shock, he also followed.

The knot is very dilapidated, and there is a plaque on the door that is not painted off, and there are five words written on it: Knot Lu is in the human realm.

Lan Ruoming came to his senses, it turned out that this sentence was the origin of the name of Jielu, this word must have been inscribed by Master Yan himself.

The inner ring of this grass house is very poor, and Master Yan is a person who is happy to be poor, but only the tea set on the wooden table looks quite presentable.

Qingtian caressed those tea sets, as if feeling the master's state of mind when he drank tea, a crimson alchemy array suddenly projected in the tea stove, and the flames rose, Lan Ruo knew that Qingtian was known as the "Light and Dark Twins", he was known for his magic and fighting spirit of light and darkness, but he didn't expect him to know the alchemy of fire.

Qingtian boiled water, rinsed all the tea sets with boiling water, then put the tea into the purple clay pot, poured boiling water, and then quickly poured out, and then poured boiling water again, Phoenix nodded three times until the water did not pass the mouth of the pot, and then used the lid to brush off the tea powder, seal, and poured water all over the body of the pot.

Lan Ruo quietly watched Qingtian's meticulous movements, and asked in a ghostly manner: "Which one tastes better, tea paste dissolved tea or tea brewed like this?" ”

Qingtian said lightly: "The tea paste dissolves the tea just to drink, so that the tea can be calmed and nourished." ”

After speaking, Qingtian poured the tea soup in the purple clay pot into six white porcelain teacups and poured it until it was seven points full.

The young waiter standing next to Qingtian picked up the teacup, turned around and handed it to Lan Ruo, Kura, Leo, and Bai Ya.

Although Qingzhi is a subordinate of Qingtian, he is also a member of the twenty-two seats of Tarot, and personally handing tea to several people makes Bai Ya and the others a little flattered.

The tea was a little hot, Lan Ruo blew lightly twice, the fragrance of tea coming to his nose was calm and restrained, he tasted it, the tea tasted clear and sweet, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea." ”

Qing Shi saw that several people had drunk tea, and his eyes fell on the black crystal card in Lan Ruo's hand, and then, he quietly crushed a capsule-shaped airtight container in his hand, and a faint sweet fragrance wafted out.

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