The snow has been falling, and this winter has been extraordinarily long. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And because of this Dongchuan Sacred Artifact, Dongchuan City, which has been silent, has also ushered in an unprecedented period of excitement.

The heavy snow for several days made the city a little quieter.

Outside the city, the snow fell three feet deep, and the cold wind howled, sometimes blowing endless ice crystals, shining all over the world.

The snow stopped slightly, and the sun, which had been covered by the clouds for several days, was also trying its best to break through the embrace of the clouds, rushing out, emitting its own light, through the endless sunlight, the ice crystals blown by the frost were even more dazzling.

In the distance, two slender figures pulled by the sun were walking towards the sleeping giant step by step.

From this point of view, this big Dongchuan City is completely an old giant, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, and its body is already covered with silver frost, it is old, it is sleeping.

Sleeping quietly in the border wilderness, lying on the handover between Beiju Luzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou.

It used to be extremely prosperous, and there used to be a unique scenery here, so there was such an ancient city that was not weaker than the major capitals.

It's just that now it's old, tired, and can't make a fuss...

Once this was a place to defend against the demon barbarians, and there were countless heroic and fierce Terran warriors stationed here, who fought with the demon beasts and fought with the demon barbarians, just in exchange for a piece of peace.

By now the city had lost its purpose, and had been abandoned in the frost and snow.

Most of the people in the city are former warriors, the Three Realms Alliance, there will be no battle in the future, and the soldiers have gradually lost their blood, leaving only nostalgia for this city, and enthusiasm for the bloody battlefield in the past... Turned into acacia bones and buried in the Great Wilderness Valley.

The coffin is buried deep at the bottom of the valley... There will be no more awakening.

Most of the people in the city are their descendants. It's just that there is no more blood from the past.

The two of them were shrouded in ice crystals, and their steps were firm, but they were much silent, and they walked towards this quaint and old giant step by step.

......

City... South Lane... A tiny tea shop...

The flag planted outside the door is gone, and all that is left is a lone bamboo pole, but now it is also dyed white by frost and snow...

Push the door in. There are countless flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, with different forms, southern flowers, northern flowers... No matter what kind of product, it is in full bloom at this time anyway.

In the small hall in front of the door, there are three ancient wooden tea tables, but they are more than a foot high and look wobbly. It's as if it's going to fall down at some point.

One is placed on the first seat, the other two are placed on either side in front of it, and there is a futon under the table, sitting on the ground, and that's it...

"The two of you are coming in the wind and snow, let's warm up with a cup of hot tea. ”

Sitting at the first tea table was an old man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, but exceptionally neat. A long black and white hair was neatly coiled up and fell behind him. The old man's eyes were slightly closed, and he held a teacup in one hand.

Whether it is the posture of his sitting, or the distance between his body and the tea table, or the height of the teacup, and the details of brushing his sleeve with one hand... It's all perfect.

Teacup in front of you and take a sip. Blow the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water and take a sip gently.

The man in the green shirt sitting in the audience is the same, regardless of the posture of sitting or the distance between his body and the tea table. Or the height of a teacup... They are all as perfect as the old man, and they can't distinguish anything else.

The man in the green shirt imitated the ups and downs of the water that he blew away, and tapped it lightly, but soaked his lips that were dried by the wind and snow outside the city, and after the old man put down the teacup, he slowly put down the cup in his hand...

Opposite the man in the green shirt sat a man in white with a clean and handsome face, and his delicate face was afraid that even a woman would be jealous when she saw it.

"Thank you seniors for the tea. The man in the green shirt got up, put his hands together, walked slightly sideways, and bowed.

"It's okay, a cup of hot tea, it's serious..."

This man in green shirt is the Monkey King who returned from the Dongchuan, and he came to the small tea shop in the south lane of the city to express his gratitude.

The man in white opposite was spiritual, playing with the delicate teacup in his hand, and savoring the fragrant tea he had just drunk in his mouth... Not much was said.

Sun Wukong nodded, sat back down, and did not speak again. Although there are countless questions in my heart, such as the identity of this old man, why do I want to help him, who made a three-hundred-year covenant with him and let him wait here... And so on, but without opening his mouth.

At this moment, outside the door, there was frost and snow.

"In the cold day of the spirit nest, on the order of the head of the family, I came here to visit the tea old man and pick up the little one by the way... Young Master Ling went back. ”

A loud voice came in from outside the door with the boundless frost, but by the time it reached the courtyard, the frost had already dispersed.

"Please come in. The old man flicked his sleeves and opened the door, and the frost and cold wind rushed out, like a hideous beast, it could devour the whole heaven and earth, and roared rampantly in the entire Dongchuan City or Dongchuan, and it was extremely cold, but it could not rush into this hut.

Outside the door stood a tall man, dressed in silver armor, after stepping into this threshold, the silver armor automatically dispersed, replaced by a silver robe, embroidered with auspicious clouds, gold silk into a galloping unicorn standing on this auspicious cloud.

A silver-white hair that doesn't blow in the wind, but there is no messy color.

This is the first general of the Spirit Nest, the name of the Demon Clan, and the one for whom all the major forces are throbbing.

The strength of the Spirit Nest is not only because it has tamed countless desolate beasts, nor is it just because of the so-called majestic iron horse, but because there is such a person.

The name is Hantian, just like the cold clouds entering the sky, no one can stop it, its talent is indescribable, and it will definitely not be weaker than the self-proclaimed peerless sword underworld, so talented, but willing to be driven by the Spirit Nest, just because of one point, there is a man in the Spirit Nest who is worthy of his affection.

At this moment, after changing into casual clothes, you can see the face of this cold day clearly.

The face is handsome, the expression is indifferent, and the eyebrows reveal the supreme arrogance, although it is not intentionally revealed, but it is completely self-contained.

The silver hair is particularly eye-catching, but the most attractive thing is the eyes. Indifference, cold storage, unparalleled... It is also silvery-white.

Han Tian's eyes have been on the tea elder, and from time to time he glances at the young man sitting on the right hand side of the tea elder...

His eyes lit up slightly, and his expression changed slightly.

From then on, he believed that his mind could only be placed on cultivation. Others can't interfere with their own hearts, and they disdain to pay attention to the love of ordinary men and women... His gaze can only be fixed on the front, and he will not deflect the slightest bit... Because his name is Cold Weather.

But since he happened to see the woman in a white dress with a light smile on her face, he knew that he couldn't turn his gaze away at all...

You must know that he usually doesn't even bother to give ordinary women the opportunity to lower his eyes and look down, and you must know that there are almost countless demon beauties who have fallen in love with him, and he never thought that he would fall into this whirlpool.

Because it's a cold day, but when he knows that he can't extricate himself. resolutely abandoned everything and willingly went to the spirit nest, just to protect her for the rest of her life.

His name is Han Tian, people are like his name, sex is like his name, he will not show the slightest emotion, all he does is to stay and kill all enemies. It's enough for her to smile all her life...

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Failing to prepare some gifts for the seniors, the head of the family was ordered to give a small gift..."

Han Tian spoke, his eyes returned to his usual color, and he stepped forward to take out an object and put it on the table in front of the tea man.

The three tea leaves emit dazzling light and are very brilliant. The fragrance filled the entire courtyard in a blink of an eye, directly covering the fragrance of thousands of flowers.

"I knew there must be something else in this old thing. The old tea man picked up a piece of tea and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, and scolded with a smile.

The cold day is embarrassing, and I am afraid that the only person who can say this about the head of the family is this old man.

Back then, the old tea man fought for three days and three nights with the head of the family to win the ancient tea, although he didn't know what the battle situation was. But the old tea successfully took the ancient tea away, and the owner of the family also established a watery friendship with the old tea man... Like tea...

The old tea man stretched out his hand a little, and a tea table appeared behind Lingxiu, and said, "Please sit down, wait a while..."

Then the old tea got up and walked into the inner hall.

At this moment, there are only three people in the small hall who are Sun Wukong spiritual cultivators and Han Tian.

At this time, Han Tiancai looked up at Sun Wukong, his eyes did not wave, just a breath, he looked into the distance and did not speak.

"Brother Hantian... My father didn't say anything. The spiritual cultivator turned around playfully and asked in a low voice.

The head of the house was furious. ”

The cold day opened his mouth, just four words, this cold day will not speak, because he never needs to be false and wronged with others, so he will not be polite, but when facing spiritual cultivation, the chill in his eyes is less and more gentle.

"It's over, Brother Hantian, can you go back and tell your father that you didn't find me?" asked the spiritual cultivator.

Han Tian shook his head slightly, and this time he didn't speak.

Seeing this, Lingxiu could only sigh, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all, the hot tea did not dissipate its temperature for a long time, but it made Lingxiu's throat ache, but he did not speak, this temperature is nothing to them, and it can't cause harm.

After a while, the tea elder walked out of the inner hall, holding two teapots in his hands.

One was placed on his desk, and the other walked directly to the cold table and placed it on his desk.

"This pot is a purple sand teapot stored in the thousand-year-old cold brake, which can temporarily keep the taste of this ancient tea for three days, you take it back and hand it over to the old thing, but remember, after drinking the tea, send this purple sand pot back to me, otherwise I will call over and lead you to the spirit nest to the bottom of the sky..."

Han Tian hurriedly nodded and said, "I will definitely return to Zhao." ”

"That's very good. The old man turned around directly, returned to the table, picked up the teapot, and filled the cup of tea for you one by one...

didn't let everyone get up, and said to himself: "You don't have to get up, you can be regarded as a mouthful, brew a piece of this ancient tea, let the old thing taste it, and leave the rest to me..."

"If you have anything to do, wait until you have finished drinking this tea. ”

... (To be continued.) )