The courtyard is as quiet as a pool of water, quiet and deep. A few small birds flew down from the air, jumping up and down around the verdant evergreen, and a few chirps came and went, and for a while, the courtyard was a lot more lively.

Suddenly, the door on the north side of the courtyard creaked open, and several small birds were suddenly frightened, fluttering their wings and rushing into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only Wan Nianqing swaying quietly, as if still reminiscing about the excitement just now.

There was a young man standing at the door, quietly looking at this secluded courtyard, his eyes showing a deep confusion, as if he had not recovered from the scene in front of him, for a long time, a sigh sounded.

"Well, who am I, and why am I here?"

Just thinking about it, a figure turned into the gate, but it was Wan Qing, a disciple of the Wanshan Sect just now, and he just stepped into the courtyard when he caught a glimpse of the young man at the door, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"You woke up so soon?"

The young man looked at Wan Qing with a little vigilance in doubt, nodded slightly, and answered. However, the surprise in Wan Qing's eyes was a little thicker, and he couldn't help but look at the young man carefully.

"Where am I?"

The young man was looked a little embarrassed, so he asked.

Wan Qing realized that he was a little out of shape at this time, and slightly restrained his expression, and said with a straight face: "It's good that you wake up, the sect master asked me to take you over to see him, come with me." ”

"Sect Master, what Sect Master?" the young man wondered.

Wan Qing glanced at the young man and urged, "Don't ask so much, just follow along." With that, he turned and stepped out of the door again.

At this time, the young man suddenly remembered that there was indeed a middle-aged man who claimed to be the sect master of the Wanshan Sect just now, could it be him? If it was really him, that person was still good.

He had a splitting headache just now, if it weren't for the middle-aged man, I'm afraid he would have been tortured, but the door of memory that was slightly cracked was abruptly closed, and he didn't know if it was good or bad.

The young man shook his head and hurriedly followed Wan Qing's footsteps.

Wanshan Sect is not big, but the top of the peaks is not small, I don't know whether the masters of Wanshan Sect in the past dynasties like to be close to nature, or in line with the idea that the place is not used is wasteful, the buildings are far away from each other, and this distance is accompanied by the beauty and tranquility of the environment.

The gloom in the young man's heart was also diluted a lot by this greenery, and his feet became a little lighter. As Wan Qing circled, he soon stopped in front of a quaint wooden house.

The wooden house is very peculiar, not made of wood, but the trunk of a large tree, in which a world has been carved out. And the top of the tree is like a green cloud, blocking the cool sun, sprinkling a shade, the breeze is coming, and the cool meaning is born from the bottom of my heart, I have to say, this wooden house is really a wonderful idea.

Such a peculiar building was unheard of, and the young man couldn't help but be stunned.

Wan Qing stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, and said respectfully, "Sect Master, someone has brought it." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wan Chongluan's somewhat surprised voice came from the wooden house, "Wake up so soon?" Then, his figure appeared in front of the wooden house, and a gaze fell on the young man, who seemed to be looking at something special when he looked carefully.

The young man also recognized Wan Chongluan and bowed slightly to show respect. In any case, it is appropriate to pay respect to being on someone else's territory, and not so long ago, someone else helped him. However, he did not behave in a restrained manner because the other party was the sect master, and his casual temperament seemed to be natural.

Wan Chongluan waved his hand lightly, Wan Qing bowed and retreated, and Wan Chongluan and the young man were left in front of the wooden house.

"Come in. Wan Chongluan retracted his gaze and said.

The young man entered the wooden house, and his eyes lit up as soon as he entered the wooden house. A small window is opened on the opposite side of the doorway, which just forms a convection flow with the doorway, so that the room looks transparent and bright, but not stuffy.

There is a wooden table and two wooden piers in the house, which looks simple and generous, but it can be seen that this is a private place, and there should be no more than two people here.

The young man sat down along the wooden pier, and Wan Chongluan sat on another wooden pier, and did not ask anything, but lowered his head and fiddled with the tea set on the table, dialing and playing, the whole process was natural and casual, and after a while, a cup of clear and green tea floated in front of the young man with a faint light smoke.

"Tea, please!"

Wan Chongluan made a gesture of please, and it could be seen that he was a very approachable sect master who did not have any arrogance.

"Good tea, good craftsmanship!" the young man sipped slightly, then exclaimed, and then gently sipped the rest into his mouth, and suddenly felt full of heart and fragrance in his mouth.

Wan Chongluan looked at the young man in surprise, and he was even more interested in the identity of the other party.

The skillful craftsmanship of making tea is extremely strict, and the water temperature and time can not be grasped in the slightest, otherwise the tea brewed will be very different, and this is the feeling that needs to be practiced for many years. Similarly, tea tasting is just as important. And just now, the young man's movements and demeanor in the whole process from the cup to the end of the drink are all masters in the tea ceremony, if it were an ordinary person, there would be no such performance at all.

"You used to drink tea a lot?" asked Wan Chongluan suddenly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "How do I know, now that I have forgotten who I am, how can I know what happened before." ”

"Then why did you fall from a great height while lying in a bronze coffin?"

"I don't know. ”

"Don't you have any impression of who you are?"

"Nope. ”

.........

Wan Chongluan asked a few questions in a row, and the young man either didn't know, or didn't have or no, looking completely amnesiac, which made Wan Chongluan a little disappointed.

"Don't ask, I really don't know. The young man rubbed his sore forehead and said with some begging for mercy. Amnesia is painful, and it is a little unbearable to be continuously stimulated, if it weren't for Wan Chongluan's lack of malice towards himself, young people would have rioted.

Wan Chongluan didn't ask again, but handed another cup of bime to the young man, and after the other party drank it, he asked, "Then what are your plans next?"

"Not yet. The young man looked down at the teacup in his hand and replied, "Maybe walk around and see if you can find a way to recover your memory." ”

"Good. Wan Chongluan replied, "Is there anything I need help with?"

The young man raised his head, looked at Wan Chongluan and said, "Yes, can you help me choose a name for the time being?"