This is not a kind of beauty.

Rather, it is the majesty of a priest who is high up and speechless.

Burn incense and make tea!

Ning Yun was stunned, "Girl, are you kidding, it's okay to burn incense, I have a fire fold." But where is the water and what is boiled in this tea? ”

July rearranged the set of cracked porcelain tea sets on the ground, and put them neatly in another order before he spoke: "Let's burn the incense first, there should be agarwood ash in the incense burner." ”

When the lid of the incense burner is opened, a fine layer of agarwood dust is really evenly spread inside, as if it has been specially prepared for thousands of years to wait for this moment.

The red flame of the fire fold touched the agarwood powder, and it ignited as soon as it "pounced", and the dusty fragrance rose in a curling manner.

Ning Yun slowly closed the lid, allowing the light smoke to slowly overflow through the holes in the lid and the edges of the incense burner.

Such a unique fragrance, the continuous action of burning incense, boiling tea, playing the piano is almost a part of July's life since childhood, and Ning Yun has gradually become familiar with this kind of life.

This time, there is a different style, one is to burn incense in the ancient tomb, which inevitably looks a little abrupt and weird; The second is that this kind of agarwood powder has gone through too many years, and because its own material is very special.

In short, the fragrance makes people feel refreshed and happy when they smell it, fluttering out of their minds, and ethereal in a trance.

Following the green smoke, the mood was extremely quiet, and the atmosphere and emotions of surprise in the ancient tomb were swept away, and the mood became ethereal.

The feeling of discomfort disappeared suddenly.

July intoxicated and took a breath of aroma, "Ten thousand years of water agarwood, thousands of years ago." No wonder it has such a strange effect, concentrate and calm the mind. Only in an extremely calm and serene state of mind can we perceive the language of nature and realize the ever-changing state of the world. ”

The second process is to make tea!

An antique kettle, the stove is made of ceramic, and the bottom of the stove resembles a gossip with eight holes.

July stretched out his hand to take the fire fold handed by Ning Yun and stretched it out into any of the holes.

An unbelievable flame rose directly above the stove.

The faint blue flame, I don't know what materials were added to the bottom of the furnace to help burn, and the precipitation of thousands of years can still burn.

What's even weirder is that kind of firelight, which is so blue that it makes Ning Yun's heart blocked.

The last item in the box was taken out by July.

It was pressed in the corner of a dimly lit chest, so oblivion by Ningyun.

July was reverent and solemn about everything in this black box, and everything was taken out with both hands.

It is a cylindrical bamboo water storage container, which is sealed in a special way, and needs to be smoked on the fire, and a layer of viscous liquid similar to wax drips off the surface.

When I opened it again, the lid of the container was opened, and I shook the container twice, and a layer of crystal water fluctuated.

Sure enough, there is water stored in it!

It's incredible! Ning Yun's mouth opened wide, although he had followed Qiyue, he had also seen a lot of strange witchcraft in the black seedlings.

But, for thousands of years, what bizarre methods have the Guloulan people used to store water to this day.

Not a single drop has been evaporated!

July confessed solemnly: "Find a corner to sit, don't move no matter what happens, and don't talk to me." ”

"Well, good. Good. Ning Yun knew that his business was over, so he hurriedly found the open space behind a box and hid.

The location is just right, just enough to observe the movement of July, and there are three boxes around to cover themselves.

A bamboo tube of water is poured into the kettle.

Then there was a short wait, and it took a short time for the water to boil, that is, in a blink of an eye, the sound of the water splashing in the kettle was heard.

Every move in July is a perfectly harmonious tea performance, opening the tea canister and evenly scattering tea leaves into the small teapot.

The aged tea leaves are very full one by one, without a trace of debris, and it doesn't look like it has been put for thousands of years, and there is a faint tea fragrance.

The fair-skinned and slender fingers pressed against the kettle, lowered the spout slightly, and poured a slender stream of water into the icy porcelain teapot.

Suddenly, the fragrance of tea is full!

July has a slight cleanliness habit in some things, and repeatedly cleaned the set of tea sets that have been handed down for thousands of years with hot water, and reconfirmed that the tea sets are spotless before giving up.

The ritual that is about to take place can be described as an ancient sacrifice.

It can also be said to be a long-standing witchcraft.

Wash away the dirt of the whole body with incense, and wash the dust of the soul with fragrant tea.

Half an hour later, July took a deep breath and picked up the teapot and poured a small cup of pale yellow and fragrant tea into the cup.

He took two sips to his lips, and the warm flow of comfort slid down the corners of his mouth and into his throat.

The flush on July's beautiful face rose sharply.

Everything was ready, she slowly calmed down, bathed in the fragrance around her and gradually closed her eyes.

……

Yes! Someone!!

Ning Yun had been paying attention to Qiyue's actions, but he always felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little wrong, and when he listened to the fluctuations of breathing in the entire tomb, it became strange for a few seconds.

I'm a little short of breath because of nervousness, and July is in the state of total relaxation, and my own girl has practiced a certain witch breathing method since she was a child, and the sound of breathing in this state is even more slow and imperceptible.

The third voice was Zhang Yishan, who was lying on the ground and was still unconscious, breathing very steadily.

However, just now, Ning Yun obviously heard a slight breath.

It doesn't belong to July, it doesn't belong to Zhang Yishan lying on the ground, and it can't be sent by himself.

She looked around the huge side hall and didn't find anyone sneaking in.

The hanging heart still can't let go, July is now focusing on the sacrificial ritual, and he can't be disturbed in the slightest.

Ning Yun had to be vigilant, and she decided to take a closer look before she was reassured.

So his eyes swept again.

Finally, she discovered the anomaly.

As I swept across the left corner, I felt something respond to it, and my heart jumped out of my heart.

The layout of the side hall was coordinated, and it was only when she saw the right corner that she noticed the asymmetry.

Standing in the shadow on the left is a man.

"Who, who's there?" Ning Yun was so frightened that his body was cold, and his body trembled and his voice trembled.

The man stood motionless in the shadows, wrapped in a black outfit that almost blended into the background.

If you don't look closely, it's really hard to spot his existence.

How long has he been hiding there?