"Spicy?" Ning Chen was surprised when he heard this word, he took a sip of it, and immediately the mellow fragrance was fragrant, and the fragrance of tea permeated the whole body, which made people feel very comfortable, and there was no spicy feeling at all.

"I don't know where the master started with this spicyness?" Ning Chen asked.

"In the past, I talked to the donor about tea, although it is an extremely cheap herbal tea, but in the light, it is a little more elegant, and now, this green Poling tea is worth a thousand gold, and it is very mellow, but in this mellow stretch, it makes me feel a trace of spiciness, what kind of tea people to cook, maybe there will be what kind of taste. Kujue slowly put down the teacup, looked at Ning Chen, and said meaningfully.

Ning Chen's comprehension is extremely high, but his eyes moved slightly, and he immediately understood the meaning of Kujue's words, yes, a few years ago, Ning Chen was still a weak scholar, it was indeed like this herbal tea, cheap and plain, but it was also a little more elegant.

Today's Ning Chen is already proud of the first day of Zixia Temple, and his status is noble, just like this green pur spirit tea, but in Ning Chen's heart, he is a little less elegant and a little more violent, think about it, how many people did Ning Chen, who was powerless back then, kill in the ruins of Yinbei?

This is spicy, and it is reasonable.

"The meaning of Master Kujue's younger generation is already clear, the younger generation knows, I already have a little anger in my body, no longer the little boy in the past, the master also rest assured, the younger generation does not have so much attachment to fame and fortune, when the younger generation will resolve the fetters in their hearts, solve the family affairs, the younger generation will completely leave Lin'an City, return to the Demon Spirit Sect, concentrate on cultivation, and live in seclusion for life. Ning Chen looked at Master Kujue, and said in an extremely sincere tone.

"It's very rare that Lord Ning can understand the words of the old man. The old man also gave the donor a word. People are changeable. The original intention is immutable, otherwise you will no longer be you, and your Tao will no longer be the Tao. Master Kujue picked up the teacup again and drank it down.

"The younger generation remembers the teachings of the master. Ning Chen said extremely respectfully, just like the humble little scholar back then.

In this way, a full night passed, and Ning Chen and Master Kujue also talked all night, and Ning Chen also felt a little irritable in his heart. It's a great feeling to be at peace again.

Early the next morning, the sky was already drizzling, and the whole Yunlan Mountain was foggy, and the raindrops streaked across the sky, as if washing the whole world.

Bidding farewell to Master Kujue, Ning Chen slowly left Qingxin Temple, and walked straight in the direction of Lin'an City along the path he had taken a few years ago.

Along the way, Ning Chen's words to Master Kujue. Constantly figuring it out, I only feel that my state of mind is suddenly enlightened. The mood is even better.

Such a peaceful state of mind is not something that can be exchanged for any kind of cultivation or how many spirit stones.

It used to take several days to travel, but now under Ning Chen's feet, it is less than an hour.

Coming to the north gate of Lin'an City, the rain was slightly heavier, although Ning Chen could protect his body with aura, and the raindrops did not stick to his body, but Ning Chen still held up an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, restrained his breath, and stepped into the city, the whole person looked extremely low-key, and there was no spectacular scene of thousands of disciples welcoming Ning Gui when he returned.

Walking slowly on the drizzly Lin'an street, Ning Chen's heart can be said to be full of emotion, Ning Chen, who left Lin'an City from this road, now walks again, the scenes of the past can't help but echo in his mind.

It was helpless, lonely and confused, and now that I think back on it, I really have a different feeling.

The streets are still the same as before, the shops are still those shops, but the guys in those shops have a few more wrinkles on their faces, maybe this is the years.

Nothing has changed, but everything is quietly changing.

Everything is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if the whole person is detached from the surrounding environment.

Unconsciously, Ning Chen, who was walking aimlessly all the way, actually came to the main gate of the Shanqing Daoist Academy, looking at the Qingshan Daoist Academy across the street, a young disciple named Daoist was in and out, busy, Ning Chen's expression was slightly stagnant, isn't this the Taoist Academy where Ning Chen struggled to practice in Lin'an City?

Once upon a time, Ning Chen was also one of those little disciples.

Looking at the side of him, the bench he used to sit on was still there, and Ning Chen, who was not in a hurry to go to Zixia Temple, simply sat on the wet bench, and threw the oil-paper umbrella aside, holding his chin with one hand, staring blankly at the Shanqing Daoyuan, letting the raindrops lap on his face.

At this moment, Ning Chen seemed to have returned to the past, but there was no helplessness and loneliness in his heart, and the raindrops hitting Ning Chen's face were no longer cold, but made Ning Chen feel extremely cool, very comfortable, and very comfortable.

Just when Ning Chen was immersed in this comfort, suddenly a scene of a fierce horse came from far and near, and following the sound, a bright gold-painted carriage roared from far and near, two high-headed horses, pure white as snow, the coachman was wearing armor and carrying a steel knife at his waist.

Seeing this gold-lacquered carriage, Ning Chen's expression moved, this carriage was the Ninth Princess's!

However, what Ning Chen didn't expect was that after a few years, the Ninth Princess would still pass by here at this time.

At the same time, the ninth princess sitting in the carriage, at this moment, is a thoughtful look, and her beautiful face is a little more mature than before.

Well?

Just when the carriage just passed by the Shanqing Dao Courtyard, the beauty of the nine princesses changed suddenly, and she saw a young man in a white robe sitting on the bench on the side of the road.

And the white robe......

When the Ninth Princess looked at Ning Chen carefully, the look on her face changed again, although all these years have passed, Ning Chen has grown a head taller, but the eyebrows and eyes, the habitual action of holding her chin, have not changed at all!

"Ning Chen...... Stop!" the Ninth Princess suddenly shouted.

As the gold-lacquered carriage slowly stopped, the ninth princess hurriedly stepped down from the horse with an umbrella, her face full of concern and feelings.

"Ning Chen, is it really you, are you back?" came to Ning Chen's side, looked at it carefully, and finally spoke, with surprise on his face, but also a little sour.

Although Ning Chen was wearing a robe, from the outside, it was an ordinary plain robe, and he couldn't see the slightest luxury, coupled with the beating of the rain, his wet hair was sticking to his face, and it was really embarrassing at first glance.

"Hmm. Ning Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of cordiality in his heart when he saw the ninth princess coming, smiled faintly, and nodded.

"Where have you been after all these years?" the ninth princess still looked like a big sister, and asked with concern. (To be continued.) )