Chapter 127 The young man climbs the mountain, and the old man asks for tea

Looking at the mountain path shrouded in white fog in front of him, Jie Zhen had no choice but to walk up, there was only one road in front of him, no matter how much he hesitated, he would not give birth to another, the choice of going back was obviously inappropriate, it was good luck to be able to get here, and if he walked back, he might be lost in the fog forest behind him.

Jie Scar is not the kind of person who is hesitant, and after thinking quickly about the pros and cons, he set out on the trail.

The old man in a cloth robe at the top of the hill smiled and walked back, where there was a thatched hut and a pavilion, as well as a tomb.

In fact, if Jie Scar chooses to go back, he will not get lost in the fog forest, and he will walk to the Yangguan Avenue leading to the city, but he will lose the opportunity to climb to the top of the mountain.

The one who retreats in the face of the unknown, the old man feels that he is not qualified to climb to the top of the mountain,

There is no conclusion whether this sentence is correct or not, but this is the rule that the old man has laid down here.

It is still a mountain road filled with white mist, going up the mountain, like a huge python. The Scar is still cautious and vigilant around, because it is too eerie, full of unknowns and strangeness for the Scar, and there may be some surprises and oddities.

Looking out from the mountain road, there was endless white mist, a white expanse, and the scars slowly walked on the road up the mountain.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in Jieji's chest, where the blood-colored pattern had been silent for so long, and finally there was a breath floating, and Jiechen could feel that the poor egg who had turned into a blood-colored pattern was absorbing some kind of pure aura contained in the mist.

Jie Scar stretched out his hand and touched the thick blood-colored pattern, vaguely remembering the appearance of the poor egg, at that time Jie Scar was still young, and the poor egg was about the size of a palm of Jie Scar, the appearance of a little tiger, with a pair of red wings on his back, flying around Jie Scar, very naughty and active.

Originally, the transition period of blood and poverty should be several years before there will be a recovery, but Jie Zhen didn't expect that the poor egg would move here.

Jie Scar felt that it was not the mist that was beneficial to the poor egg, but some kind of energy aura flowing down from the top of the mountain, because after walking in that fog forest for so long just now, the blood-colored pattern of the poor egg's incarnation did not move at all, and now after walking a distance on this mountain road, the blood-colored pattern only moved close to the top of the mountain, and Jie Scar deduced this conclusion from this.

Jie Scar always felt that there was something on the top of the mountain, and felt that this place was inexplicable, but he had to move forward, and he didn't know if there was a way out ahead, at least without these annoying white fogs, and Jie Scar would feel a little more at ease.

Jie Scar slowly walked forward, higher and higher, slowly approaching the top of the mountain, the mountain road seemed to lead to the top of the mountain, during which the scar did not see the fork in the road, because it was shrouded in white fog, so he could not see the outside scene, but he felt that this peak should be a lonely mountain.

"Now that I've come up, I'm afraid it's not that simple, so let's just go to the top of the mountain to see what's boring. Jie Scar resigned himself to his fate and quickened his pace.

The blood-colored pattern on his chest was not worried in the blessing, and it exuded a suction force, pulling the energy and aura contained in the white mist and inhaling it into his body.

Jie Zhen is now completely passive, I don't know if there is danger ahead, and the poor guy is like an ignorant child, absorbing those energy and aura, which will cause a crisis to a large extent.

"Poor guy, poor guy, if we all die here because of you, then I might as well jump into Yanshi Lake and kill myself at that time. "To be honest, Jie Scar is still very tired now, running all the way over, only after resting for a long time, and now there is a lingering feeling of exhaustion on his body, but Jie Scar is holding on.

Dragging his tired body, Jieji, who was in a bad mental state, finally came to the top of the mountain, and the top of the mountain filled with white fog did not have the Longtan tiger's den that Jiechen imagined, which looked a little desolate.

As far as he could see, there was a thatched hut, a small pavilion, and a shabby earthen mound, with no sign in front of the grave, except for a black broken spear, but even a broken spear was nearly as long as an ordinary spear.

The white mist that wrapped around this mountain peak did not permeate the top of the mountain, as if it was separated, and Jie Ji saw the pavilion on the top of the mountain, there was an old man wearing ordinary cloth clothes, who was making tea on the top of the mountain, and the hookah in the pavilion was rising, and the old man had a kind smile, and the smile on his wrinkled face was like a person feeling like a winter twilight.

The blood-colored pattern is estimated to have eaten enough, and did not continue to absorb the energy aura that was more intense at the top of the mountain.

Although there is no Longtan tiger's den on the top of the mountain, and there is an old man who looks amiable, but Jiechen did not let down his guard, in the depths of this big mountain, a mountain shrouded in white mist, there are pavilions and thatched huts on the top of the mountain, a mound and an old man, this looks really weird.

Jie Zhen walked to the pavilion, thinking that this old man had better be as amiable as he was, and not wait for his true form to be revealed, an old devil who killed people without blinking.

Jiechen stopped outside the pavilion, not daring to make a mistake, and watched the old man make tea.

The old man finally looked at Jiechen and said, "Young man, don't be afraid, sit on it, see that you are tired too." ”

The old man has no majesty, he speaks very ordinarily, like an old ordinary person, without the slightest arrogance and approachability.

Jie Zhen walked up the three stairs and entered the pavilion, and sat opposite the old man, watching the old man make tea without speaking.

"Young man, you can call me Han Lao, and now I will answer for you why you are here. This mountain does not exist on Middle-earth, but it is connected to Middle-earth, and the reason for the connection is naturally to hope that someone can come here, and when they come here, they can take away a great creation, but they also need to have the ability to take it.

As the guardian of this creation, I will seek out those who are expected to receive this creation, and I will open the void passage for them to come here and take it.

As for the young master, he was born in a small family, and because of the hardship, he honed a strong will, and then he became stronger and stronger, so he was able to step on the shoulders of the so-called young Tianjiao and the young supreme among the hundred clans, from the dust of the world to the peak of the Eight Realms, and finally reigned in the world, and finally went to greatness, but not many people remember the young master anymore.

I was originally a speck of sand in the mortal dust, but with the young master's insight and kindness, the dust outside my body was washed away, revealing the original form of the pearl, and leading me to the avenue of cultivation, and I followed the young master to serve in order to repay this great kindness.

They are all hard-working people, so I decided privately that this opportunity for creation is only for those young people who have no chance to cultivate, but have good talents, and your sword in Yanshi City is really the reason why I chose you, and you have a very strong will, which can be seen from when you were hunted down. ”

"If I were caught up or didn't have the Beastmaster to help me out of the crisis, would you do it?" asked Jetmark.

"Let's put it this way, if it weren't for me, the Beastmaster wouldn't be there. Hearing the old man's words, Jie Scar nodded gratefully.

"May I ask, your young master, who is he?" asked Jie Ke cautiously.

"My young master, his name is Su Qingge, he is the four strongest people in the Eight Realms when he is still in the Eight Realms, and he has a title, called Hades God!" Speaking of his own young master, Han Lao's eyes lit up, and he naturally swelled up with a sense of pride, and there was reminiscence in his eyes.

"The tomb?"

"There's nothing in it, the young master has been scattered in that big battle. Han Lao's eyes suddenly became dim.

Jie Ke lowered his head slightly, looked at the stone table in front of him, but didn't think about anything, just looked at it.

Han Lao is also a person who has experienced strong winds and rains, so he quickly adjusted his mood and said: "I know that you have the inheritance of Kunpeng and the blessing of the Broken Heavenly Dao, it is not suitable to give you a chance according to my original intention, but in front of you, you are the most suitable person to accept the inheritance of my young master, so, are you willing to accept the trial?"

"I do. "Without hesitation, Jie Zhen has already thought about it.

Han Lao had no smile on his face, and glanced at Jie Scar deeply, at this time, the hot tea was already cold, Han Lao asked for tea with both hands to Jie Scar, and Jie Scar got up and took it with both hands.

Han Lao withdrew his hands, "Drink this cup of tea, go to the house to rest, and take care of the test." ”

Jie Zhen drank it all, and was just about to walk to the thatched house, Han Lao said, "How about the tea?"

Jie Zhen thought for a while and said, "It's not tasteful, Han Lao, are you reluctant to put tea leaves, it's the same as water." ”

"Get out!" Han Lao scolded with a smile.

Jie Zhen didn't know what to do, scratched his head, and walked into the thatched hut not far away, he was so tired that he fell asleep, and put Han Lao, who had lived for endless years and had unfathomable strength, was the door god, and Jie Zhen slept really well.

If Han Lao knew about it, this old man with a black belly would really make Jiechen suffer.

In fact, Han Lao's question just now, and Jieji's answer, can be regarded as a test.

Tea is not ordinary tea, but the taste is freshwater, no sweetness, no bitterness, just a simple taste of water.

In the past years, among the young people who Han Lao fancied, I don't know how many people fell on this test, those people obviously drank the feeling of bland water, but they lied and said that the tea tasted endless in the throat, and said that it was bitter first and then sweet, saying that from this cup drank a great truth and then talked about it.

In fact, this tea is honest, it is true, and it is a cup of tasteless tea.

Han Lao, who was in the pavilion, filled another cup of tea, then picked up the cup of tea and walked out of the pavilion and came to the tomb, "Young master, I miss you." ”

For the endless years of loneliness, the old man kept this black spear alone, and he did not get tired of it for ten thousand years.

The cloth clothes on the old man's body have been worn for a long, long time, and he has been wearing it on his body since he met Su Qingge, and he has not changed it, Su Qingge said why not change it, Han Lao said Young Master, I just miss the old slave, and I am reluctant to give up.

I was reluctant to give up a piece of clothing, and the old man was going to die with Su Qingge at that time, and he died with his own young master, just because of Su Qingge's words to help me find a successor, Han Lao guarded this weapon of Su Qingge during his lifetime, and guarded countless years.