Actually, tea is not wine, nor is it water. It doesn't have the strength of wine, but it's not as light as water. If wine and water are taken as the two extremes, then tea is in between, neither hurrying nor slow, neither tepid, nor inhibited, with a special emphasis on moderation. This is also in line with the humanistic thought of China for thousands of years.

At this moment, it is also in line with the situation of Ning Xiao and Huangfu Yiyun. Because they need tea to neutralize this long-lost feeling of strangeness.

"Let's talk," Huangfu Yiyun, who put down the teacup, began to put aside the helplessness when he parted and met, and his voice became refreshing. "What are you asking me to come here for? Don't worry, as long as I can help, even if it is possible to make the sky fall, I will do my best to help. ”

"Huh!" Ning Xiao still laughed. Ask who is her best confidant in this world? Except for this Huangfu Yiyun, there is no second one. "It's nothing, I just want to have tea and chat with you, and relive the best years when you and I were only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals."

"Come on!" Huangfu Yiyun rolled his eyes and replied without anger. "If it were me, I would still have this leisure Yaxing. You, when you were in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, didn't have this kind of leisure and elegance. Not to mention that now, you are still a god general who dominates one side of the divine realm, which will only be even more impossible. ”

"Hearing you say that reminds me of a past." Ning Xiao didn't react for a long time. It was only when she had all the emotion in her heart that she said such words.

"Well—I'm listening!" Huangfu Yiyun drank tea, his hand was still beating, and he looked like he wanted to listen to Ning Xiao's storytelling.

Ning Xiao still smiled, but his mouth was slow.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, I was really just a mortal at first. At that time, my hometown was leaning on a hill. On that hillside, there are large patches of cotton locusts. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the weeds are verdant, and the verdant is both eye-catching and magnificent.

After growing in spring and summer, in autumn, the cotton locust becomes very resilient and becomes the best material for baskets. But basketmaking is an adult's business. Heaven and earth have their own serious things for our children - I forgot to sleep and eat, studied hard, and finally learned to make a sharp weapon called "bow and arrow" out of cotton locust.

Actually, the method of making a bow and arrow is not complicated. Choosing a cotton locust more than one meter long, carefully trying it, bending it into an arc the size of a quarter circle, and then firmly tying a string to both ends of the cotton locust to make the so-called "bow". After carefully thinking about the real thing, "bow" as a pictogram is really vivid!

As for making arrows, it's also very simple. Inside and outside the yard, there are bundles of sorghum straw. The topmost section of the sorghum straw is called "sorghum". The sorghum ear at the top of the mulberry has long been cut off by the peasants with a sickle, and the top of the mulberry has become a sharp arrow, and the whole mulberry is broken off, which is a sharp arrow.

When the bow and arrow were ready, I held the bow and arrows and showed off my might in the village. I have a lot of friends, and when they see me making such a new thing, they all gather around me, and they look at it with their heads held high and envy. I pulled my bowstring in high spirits, and the arrows moved slowly, looking around for a target to shoot. The posture that led but did not trigger aroused everyone's worries, and they dodged one after another for fear of being shot by mistake.

There are fewer and fewer friends around, and it's not a solution. So, I began to take the initiative and unreservedly teach everyone how to make bows and arrows. As a result, everyone has their own bows and arrows, although there was a melee situation where you shoot me, I shoot you, and you shoot him, but everyone thinks that I am selfless, and the relationship with me has become very iron for a while.

But I'm a person who doesn't want to be mediocre. Everyone has a bow and arrow, which is equivalent to not having a bow and arrow. In the process of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow, I found that the arrows made of mullions were light and weightless, and they were clearly aimed at the target and shot out, but they always deviated from the established direction. This is a glaring flaw that must be improved. I found some wax strips as thick as the mullions, cut them into sharp cones at the tops, and used them as arrows instead of mullions.

In this way, the bow and arrow in my hand have been improved, and after the arrow is fired, the strength is much greater, and the deviation from direction is eliminated. This domineering bow and arrow has regained everyone's attention. I plan to unite a group of friends and teach them how to make arrows out of wax. However, before I could implement this idea, I found that I had fewer friends again. They were afraid of my domineering bow and arrow, and they shot themselves mercilessly, and with the rambling hints, reminders, and dissuasions of the adults, they began to turn away from me one after another.

Without the support of everyone, there will be no glory of the stars holding the moon. I was so lonely that my vanity gradually faded, so I simply put a knife and a gun into the warehouse, and put the horse in the south mountain, and hung the bow and arrow that had caused me to lose so many friends on the south wall, and let the wind and rain beat its body and boundless loneliness.

After that, it didn't take long for me to be bustling again.

Operate a sharp weapon, no friends; I don't play with arrows, but those friends come back to me and become my buddies again. This made me feel a lot of emotion, and I remembered a famous saying: "Give someone roses, and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands." "Taking a step back, if you don't have a sharp weapon in your hand, even if you don't have a rose to give, this friendship that is as light as water is also worth cherishing.

……

"Hmm," Emperor Fu Yiyun patiently listened to Ning Xiao's story. It's a pity that she is not a listener to Ning Xiao's storytelling, but Ning Xiao's true confidant and soul friend. Therefore, she quickly put forward the main point: "Say, what kind of heavy weapon do you have now, it is not good to confide in others, only to me?" ”

"You," Ning Xiao shook his head helplessly. "I've become the wife of the Yin King, and I still have no scruples like this!"

"What's the matter? In the world of cultivating immortals, without his golden thighs, I would not be at ease. Now, holding his golden thighs, if I don't raise my freedom by one level, it will be too sorry for my reputation as a boss in the immortal cultivation world. In this regard, Huangfu Yiyun didn't care about it, and argued eloquently.

"You!" Ning Xiao muttered helplessly, and then continued. "I'm proficient in witchcraft, I think the King of Yin will tell you too!"

"Uh-huh!" Huangfu Yiyun nodded. "He said it. However, I still don't understand what witchcraft is. Anyway, my instinctive feeling is that it makes you more powerful, it's a good thing, hehe! ”

"Yes," Ning Xiao nodded in agreement. "In witchcraft, the most powerful thing is to summon ancient beasts. With this item, I don't know how many powerful creatures have been destroyed, and they have run rampant between heaven and earth. Over time, I gradually developed some feelings for those ancient beasts. ”

"After all, they came from time immemorial, and what they saw and heard was incomparable to the gods of our generation. In a sense, for the war of annihilation, they have more of an understanding of the unpredictable prophet. ”

"The War of the Destruction of the World?" Hearing this word, Huangfu Yiyun became excited. "Ning Xiao, you definitely want to participate. I'm no exception. Hehe, you and I are going to fight side by side again, it's great! ”

"But, I hope—" Ning Xiao admonished her. "You don't want to participate in this war of annihilation."

"Why?" Hearing this, Huangfu Yiyun was so angry that he jumped up. "Oh, you're a god general, and you're going to be able to participate. I'm nothing, so I don't deserve to be in such a big battle? You're bullying me for being incompetent! ”

"No," Ning Xiao was not angry, but explained to her slowly. "Didn't I just say that those ancient beasts of mine have an unpredictable prophetic perception of the war of annihilation? The Yin King of your family should have also told you that the last battle to destroy the world was declared over by the martyrdom of the above father......"

"Hmm-" Huangfu Yiyun nodded. "That's exactly what my family said! However, does this have anything to do with my participation in the war of annihilation? ”

"Alas," Ning Xiao sighed. "That's the weight I have. Those ancient beasts didn't dare to say it explicitly, but they were telling me in secret words that the battle of the destruction of the world would ultimately be soothed by the blood of the king. ”

"The blood of kings?" Huangfu Yiyun was stunned and couldn't help repeating this sentence.

"Bang!" Suddenly, she realized that she had come to her feet and stood up suddenly. She became panicked and wanted to reach out and grab Ning Xiao, hoping that the other party could give her a little strength. However, no matter how long her hand stretched, it couldn't hook the corner of Ning Xiao's clothes. Even if Ning Xiao sat there and didn't move. Obviously, she forgot that between herself and Ning Xiao, there was already an isolation between ghosts and gods.

"Bang!" In the end, she rushed to Ning Xiao with all her strength. I didn't think about it, but I was bounced off the ground by the diaphragm.

"Huangfu!" Ning Xiao was so distressed that he stepped forward and wanted to reach out and caress her. However, her hand still couldn't touch the other's inch.

"Ning Xiao!" Huangfu Yiyun, who was lying on the ground, was already in tears. She screamed, "Do you mean that once the war of destruction is over, all the kings will cease to exist?" ”

"It's not!" At this moment, Ning Xiao's face was already full of tears. "At the very least, the villain king and the little yin king are still there."

"Woo!" At this time, Huangfu Yiyun cried loudly. "But my man and yours are gone."

In this regard, Ning Xiao could only gloomily and bowed his head and remained silent.

"That's not right! Woo-" The crying Emperor Fu Yiyun quickly sensed another key. She pointed at Ning Xiao and sobbed, "So, what about you?" ”

"In the past, when my father died, all the gods around him blew themselves up. Therefore, if the God-King has an accident, I should not be able to survive in the world. In view of this," Ning Xiao replied heavily, looking up at Huangfu Yiyun. "I hope you'll help me take care of the villain king then."

"God, why is that?" At this time, Huangfu Yiyun cried even more sadly. "Why use the blood of the king to sacrifice the catastrophe of the destruction of the world?