"Ha~"

Crawl down from the bed, and then brush your teeth and wash your face.

As always, nothing, special, however, we were ready to relax for the day.

There are still seven days left until the competition.

But me, the little monk, and Ye Linglong seem to be a little "heartless" and not cultivating.

When I walked out of the door, I saw the little rooster standing on the edge of the well crowing.

He patted the little rooster on the head, smiled slightly, then turned around and picked up a bucket.

Hung the bucket on the well rope, drew a bucket of cool well water, picked up the scoop, and drank it directly.

It's different here, there is almost no pollution, and the quality of the water has reached the standard of pure water, and even surpassed.

It is rumored that there is also a unique place called cold brew tea, which is not that kind of drink, but real tea.

Specially made tea leaves are placed in a teacup, and the cool well water that has just been beaten is poured into it, and you can drink it in three minutes.

It is said to be very delicious, and only an old man surnamed Xu at the east end of the village can make it.

Of course, this time, I'm going there.

After drinking a scoop of water, I feel a little refreshed, under the eyes of yin and yang, this well water actually has a trace of aura, it seems that it is really a good place.

I took another scoop of water and handed it to the little.

The little rooster understood and began to drink water constantly, but unfortunately, this guy couldn't gulp it down.

First, he dipped water in the water scoop, then raised his head, used gravity to make the water flow into his throat, and smacked his lips from time to time, as if he was enjoying it.

I was speechless, and said secretly: "This guy is really a sperm?"

How can this little's intelligence be like this?

I'm too lazy to pay attention to the little rooster, who let it have the bloodline of the Sun Star Monarch, it is estimated that it is not impossible to really cultivate into a goblin.

When the little had finished drinking, I looked at the rest of the water and threw it in my face like a madman.

"Cool!"

When the little rooster saw me like this, he looked puzzled, so he walked to the edge of the bucket, inserted it with one end, and then came up violently, also showing a "cool" look.

I couldn't laugh or cry, so I wiped my face with a towel, and prepared to go out to meet the old man in the east for a while.

The little rooster also followed, and raised his head as I walked.

I shook my head, then crouched down and pointed to my shoulder at the little, motioning for it to come up and stop embarrassing me.

The little rooster also understood, jumped up at once, and quickly stood firm.

I slowly got up and began to head east.

Seeing the eyes of passers-by, I suddenly realized......

Everyone else is fiddling with parrots like Li Erblind, why am I fiddling with chickens.

I deliberately shook my shoulders in an attempt to shake the little off.

Who knows, there is no bird use at all, and the little rooster jumps upwards with the help of his strength, and stands on top of my head without mishesitation.

I smiled wryly, didn't continue to care about the little, and then, my pace quickened a little.

Avoiding the strange gazes of passers-by, I finally arrived at the door of this old man's house.

There was a symbolic knock on the door, waiting for an echo.

"Who!"

An old voice sounded, as if it had gone through endless years.

"Junior, Murong Yu. ”

The door opened, and an old figure appeared in front of me.

Holding a dry tobacco pouch in his hand and wearing old clothes, he was no different from the other villagers.

However, I did not slack off at all, and hurriedly clasped my fists and saluted.

"Come in. ”

The old man didn't say much, just said three words.

I nodded slightly, took off the little rooster above my head, held it in my arms, and followed this old man into the yard.

The yard is overgrown with weeds, and the placement is relatively random, only a simple stone table, two stone benches, two teacups, and a teapot.

The old man motioned for me to sit down, and I smiled and nodded, and sat down on the stone bench.

The old man's face was expressionless, his eyes were very calm, and Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

The old man took out a scoop, poured some well water out of the bucket, and put it in the teacup.

Then the old man took out a bag of tea leaves from his pocket, took out two leaves, and put them in our respective teacups.

The tea gradually turned cyan, like a cup of jade.

The old man pointed to the tea in the cup and said, "Please." ”

I nodded, picked up my teacup, and snorted slightly.

At first, there was no smell at all, and I didn't even feel the water running through it.

However, I saw another scene, a newborn baby, innocent, without the slightest idea, like a blank piece of paper, not eating the fireworks of the world.

Later, he was cared for by his parents and gradually learned to be happy.

The taste in the mouth also turns to sweetness, sweet to the heart.

Before I knew it, I had closed my eyes and felt carefully.

Ten years later, the door of the house was slaughtered, and a pungent feeling spread directly to the throat, that feeling of anger, the anger was monstrous.

Later, he tried his courage and practiced hard, and a bitter feeling permeated the tip of his tongue and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Subsequently, his wife was killed by the enemy who did not cut down the grass and roots, and her life was completely lost.

In a fit of rage, he splashed blood in the sky, killing all the enemies of the ten tribes, relatives and friends are nine tribes, and the ten tribes even want to kill those who know him!

Then, a sour taste of losing a loved one appeared on the tip of the tongue.

In the end, he tasted all the flavors of the world and lived in seclusion.

On the tip of the tongue, there is a continuous taste, sweet and sour, constantly intertwined.

I slowly opened my eyes, as if, that person is me, I don't know how long I have experienced, probably, that is, a person's life.

"You are the first person who can taste my life. ”

The old man looked at me, and there was a touch of clarity in his cloudy eyes, as if he had returned to his youth.

"There are still some fresh tea leaves in the house that have not been processed, you go and roast it, and I will taste your life. ”

There was a rare smile on the old man's unsmiling face.

The corners of my mouth lifted and I nodded.

As the old man entered the room, according to his method, coupled with the catalyst of Zhenyuan, it was immediately made.

I did so and made us each a cup of tea.

I also followed the example of the old man and made a please.

The old man smiled and nodded, took a sip, and closed his eyes, as if he was realizing something.

I also drank it all and drank this cup of tea.

Just born, tasteless, cared for, sweet, bullied, bitter, into metaphysics, that is, at this time.

There is no taste, on the contrary, a strong killing intent is pressed in my heart, as long as I move, it will kill me.

Bloody, brutal, killing, angry, tyrannical...... All of them were suppressed by this murderous intent.

At the same time, the killing intent also intimidated my mind.