Besides, Zhao Tianlang, Li Si was dragged by Shi Jike, so naturally he didn't need to care, and rushed wholeheartedly towards the place where the first Zonghengshi finally lived, on the barren mountain.

There, he has been trapped for more than ten years, and he has spent the time of the two, one old and one young, and he can be regarded as happy.

It was also the last place where he stood when he died, and he had seen it, a table, a chair, a pot of tea, and a book.

And then there's the courtyard, which is no different from the original.

However, although the landscape in the courtyard has not changed, it is already a matter of time, and it is impossible to go back to the past.

At Zhao Tianlang's current speed, he had already arrived at his destination in a few moments.

But instead of landing directly in the courtyard, he stopped at the top of the stone staircase.

This place, unusually sacred to him, was the last thing left behind by his master, the First Ruler, and could not be desecrated by anyone, not even himself.

Feeling the two points of dragon qi on his body, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, and it was inevitable to see the sadness of the scene.

People, although they are no longer there, how can love be worn out in their hearts.

I have heard such a few words, and it should be very appropriate to use them here, and share them with you.

When it comes to people, from living to dying, there are actually three stages.

The first is the moment when the qi is cut off, in the traditional sense of this world, the mind has been worn out, leaving only the continuous corruption of the body, and after a few decades, it will become a meal of dung, and that's it.

After that, it becomes the second stage, that is, relatives and friends have passed away one after another, and from then on, there is no trace of this world, as if it has not appeared in this world.

Ordinary people can reach a stage, and after that, even if it is really gone.

And go to the first Zonghengshi, his prestige spreads all over the world, even after thousands of generations, as long as this era is mentioned, his name cannot be bypassed.

In the history books, whether he is beautiful or ugly, he will leave a strong mark, so, as the saying goes, some people are alive, but he is dead.

Some are dead, but he is still alive.

That's it, the First Vertical Warrior, although he is dead now, he is still alive in the hearts of everyone.

Take a deep breath, calm down, and stop thinking about these sad things.

Slowly, he walked step by step, walking on the road that he had walked countless times, just as in the past ten years.

Chirping.

After a loud sound, the wooden door of the courtyard opened, and as far as the eye could see, the scene inside was in full view.

A table, a chair, a teapot, a book, that's all.

It is exactly the same as when the first longitudinal priest was located, and nothing has changed.

However, the person who was originally sitting on the chair disappeared and would never be seen again.

He smiled slightly, and he didn't know why, but in this situation, he looked unusually sad.

He walked over and sat down in his chair like the first longitudinal.

Gently picked up the teapot on the side, poured a full cup for himself, green smoke curled, and in an instant, the fragrance of tea overflowed.

The most amazing thing is that the tea is still warm.

Zhao Tianlang was not surprised, on this barren mountain, everything is possible.

He didn't hesitate, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"This tastes ......"

He closed his eyes and muttered softly.

"It's exactly the same as before. ”

After many years, the taste of this tea is still exactly the same as the original, and there has been no change at all.

Looking back at that time, this first Zonghengshi often kept his tea on his side, drank a few sips when he had nothing to do, and had a satisfied expression.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't understand what this thing was, so he became curious and pestered the first longitudinal priest to drink.

Who knows, there is no need for him to say more, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the first Zonghengshi immediately agreed, without thinking about it.

He still remembered the master's smile at that time, revealing a look of intrigue and intrigue.

Burst......

As soon as he took his mouth, the bitter feeling was unbearable for him, and he couldn't help but squirt.

Seeing him like this, the first Zonghengshi was not surprised, and laughed.

Since then, he has never made a noise about tea, even if the first Zonghengshi asks him to drink it, he will not drink it.

At that time, he really couldn't understand that this thing was not as good as the spring water left on the mountain, at least it was a little sweet.

And this thing, except for bitterness, has nothing, and I don't know what the master is drinking.

When you are fashionable and young, how can you understand the profundity of the tea ceremony?

Everyone in the world is looking for sweetness, but in the end, when you taste the bitterness, you know that this is the main theme of the sound.

As he grew up, he also had some understanding of the tea ceremony, and he was not so repulsed by the bitter soup in his mouth, and he could barely take a few sips.

But overall, I still don't like to drink.

Until now, after drinking bitter tea, I realized that this is the state of life.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, the smell of fireworks in the world.

His throat rolled, and he drank a cup of tea, took a deep breath, let the taste ferment in his mouth, and then entered his stomach, which had a different taste.

Still unsatisfied, he poured another cup, intending to drink it, but suddenly his eyes flickered, and the hand of the cup shook slightly.

This tea, but there is only that, if you drink it, there will really be no more.

Other teas, no matter how expensive they are, do not have this taste.

After thinking about it, he actually poured the tea in the cup into the pot, and then took a deep breath to feel the aroma of tea.

Then he picked up the book and read it to himself, still with relish.

There are strange things every year, especially this year, this is obviously a wordless book of heaven, and I don't know what is going on with this master and apprentice, what crazy they are smoking.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhao Tianlang suddenly felt a little sleepy, sleepy-eyed.

After a while, he fell asleep groggily, and he was really free.

At this time, he realized how much hope was in this barren mountain and did not know how blessed he was, and he still wanted to go down the mountain to make meritorious deeds, and now he thinks about it, it is really ridiculous.

If time can come all over again, even if he is given the whole world, and the nine-headed big horse pulls him, he will not take a step down the mountain.

What the hell is a dragon master, whether it is a dragon master or not, what is it in Quzhou, it has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Tianlang slept, he really slept.

While there was a fierce battle at the bottom of the mountain, and everyone was wondering what he was doing, he fell asleep.

Throw off all the burdens, go to sleep, and sleep extra soundly.

The snorting softly, and the drooling at the corners of the mouth, all show all this.

In the dream, he may have returned to that nostalgic time, also on this barren mountain.

If he could, he would be willing to sink like this forever.

However, the good times didn't last long, Zhao Tianlang opened his eyes suddenly, and in an instant, the beads of sweat on his head went to rain.

The wordless book in his hand had turned into ashes at some point, and the ashes were still in the air.

He was stunned, and something that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.