Transcending the Nine Heavens

“Here you are.” The old ancestors stood in front of the portrait and said it as if they were sighing.

“I'm coming.” Chuyang knew that this sentence did not have to be answered, but at this moment he broke the stiffness by speaking out because he was somewhat distressed by the atmosphere of repression in his room.

Because old ancestors talk, even voices blend in with this atmosphere, indivisible to each other. If Chu Yang doesn't make a sound, he will be silent here.

And Chuyang dared to bet that the old ancestor could remain silent again as long as he did not speak.

“Hmm...” Ancestor Hum shouted and fell into contemplation, suddenly without a head asked: “Do you know who the person in this painting is? ”

Who's in the picture?

Chu Yang wondered, isn't it Grandma Chu's heart? Why do you have to guess? But... what's the point of asking that old ancestor?

After a while, Chu Yang discretioned: “The person in the painting… is the person in mind. ”

“The man in the painting... is the man in the heart...” The old ancestor seemed to repeat the sentence unconsciously, suddenly turning back and looking deeply at Chu Yang, he said: “The man in the painting is the man in the heart... this sentence makes a lot of sense. ”

Chu Yang bluntly said: “Yes, the person in the painting is the person in the heart, but also the person who cannot forget, the person who haunts the heart, even though for thousands of years, even though the red face had become old, but in the heart I remember, but I often meet in my dreams, but it is still the original cardamom year, shallot girl, still as good as back then, all kinds of flavors..."

“Years go by, even though white bones turn to ashes, but the vivid memories concentrate the millennia into a painting in my heart. Never fade. ”

Chu Yang sighed low: “I don't know who the person in the painting is, but I know that this painting is the heart. ”

Since Chuyang began speaking, the old ancestors slowly turned around and looked at him quietly. The light in his eyes changed. Later, it seemed a little wet. Then, after centuries of drying up, there seemed to be tears again?

Hundreds of years of heartache, hundreds of years of mindfulness, was actually provoked by Chu Yang.

He listened carefully and raised his head. Bring back the tears that were about to come out and suffocate.

The corner of the eye raised a light mist.

The room was silenced again.

Long ago, Old Ancestor said softly: “Looks like you've been out there a lot over the years. ”

Chuyang's words provoked his heart; but he wanted to hook up the sour, bitter and spicy of Chuyang II. Chu Yang deeply sighed, "Lonely, the shadows are nil, the sea is like home, no home. A day without roots, it's hard to say. ”

Ancestor nodded softly: “Have you lived and died a lot? ”

“Yes.” Chu Yang confessed.

“Has there ever been a lifelong red face?” The old ancestors asked again.

“Yes.”

Old Ancestor stopped talking and sighed softly for a long time: “No wonder. ”

Then he turned around and stopped standing in front of the portrait. He sat down on the chair, facing Chu Yang, finely measured, and finally said: "You, very good. ”

Chu Yang stood still, silent.

“Your wounds, out of the divine soul. But you are not a god whose soul is damaged, but a god whose soul is overflowing and whose veins are affected by evil.” The old ancestors looked at him and said softly: “This is not a wound, but a blessing. All disadvantages will disappear as soon as they can be digested, and you, from now on, will possess the power of a powerful earth god! ”

“Looks like you've had some unknown legacy encounters, not injuries.” The ancestors drowned their eyelids, "Yes or no? ”

“Yes!” Chu Yang was amazed. I didn't think the old ancestor had such sharp eyes that he saw his own knot at a glance.

“This time I came out to cure your injuries, but even though you don't need to cure now, my husband is not disappointed!” The ancient ancestors' eyes glistened with satisfaction: "It is a great comfort to see that the Chu family actually had such a talent. This interruption of the closure was quite rewarding. ”

Chu Yang smiled slightly: “The old ancestors lifted me too much. ”

“You don't deserve my deliberate lifting.” The old ancestor hummed, "The Queen Chu family, for five hundred and sixty years, after knowing the face of the earth, finally another man appeared! ”

Chu Wan Huan?

Chuyang remembered that he had seen this name on the deck when he was sacrificing his ancestors. It is the ninth ancestor of the Chu family.

“I just hope you don't be as arrogant as Chu Huang Huang, strong, and know a little bit about roundness is the best thing to do.” The old ancestors sighed.

“Also ask the old ancestors to point out.” Chu Yang bowed.

“Have a seat.” The old ancestors smiled slightly.

“Yes.” Chu Yang looked around on Monday, and she couldn't help but wonder: Where to sit? Not in bed anyway.

Chu Yang frowned and suddenly smiled. He sat on the floor with his legs on the floor.

Old Ancestor had a laugh in his eyes.

He picked up the teapot from the table, pulled out the drawer, took out a wooden box, and Chuyang glanced at it and was amazed: the starlight dotted on this wooden box, as if the whole universe was shining in it!

This is Starwood's!

A little powder in the legend can be thousands of times more precious than purple crystals!

Starwood is recognized as the first treasure of the Nine Heavens Continent!

Thousands of inches. Not for thousands of years! It's called starwood. A millennium is a millennium, and 10,000 years is not yet finished. To access it, it takes hundreds of thousands of years or more of starwood.

Aside from being immortal for 10,000 years, the biggest characteristic is arguably magic! Because containers made of starwood can be used as space containers. Can accommodate everything. And the older the starwood, the more it can accommodate.

Even starwood powder can be made into containers of all shapes if it falls into the hands of the Supreme Hand and is refined by swallowing the mountains of the river with the Supreme Spirit. So the precious of starwood, as you can imagine.

Over the years, the stars and trees of the Nine Heavens have long been extinct. I didn't expect to find such a big wooden box here, and it just became a tea box.

This box is half the size of a head, its precious degree, it is really rare in nine heavens!

Seems to have noticed Chuyang's surprise, the old ancestor smiled slightly: “Nice insight. But don't think how rich I am, because my most precious thing right now is this box. ”

Chu Yang smiled.

As soon as the wooden box opened, it poured out a nose of tea.

The old man pinched a little pinch from inside, placed it in a teapot, then waved his hands, and the sound of a wind burst outside, but looked carefully, even the grass leaves did not move.

The old man flies in like a dragon through the door with his hands full of heavenly and earth spirituality. Aggregate indoors and turn into a bright, thin, silent infusion of teapot.

Then, the teapot in the old man's hand developed a faint heat, slowly boiling, and the hearty tea aroma became more and more intense.

The old man's face is calm and focused on doing all this.

But Chuyang looked at his face from opposite the rising water mist and felt a little illusory at this moment, as if, some distant sadness.

He just noticed that although there was no bench and only one teapot, there were five teacups.

“This was tea 700 years ago.” The old man hung his eyelids and watched as they swept apart in the pot, turning from a dry leaf to a soft green tea leaf, drowning in his eyes, "I brought this star wooden box to preserve the tea. For the sake of this wooden box… I… killed 17 Ling family members, also distracted the Chu family from entering the corner. ”

Chu Yang darkened his tongue.

For a wooden box... killed 17 Ling family members who dominated one of the nine great families, he was still alive...

The old ancestor, it seems, was also a lawless man.

“Don't think I'm good, it was just then that the nine ruling families signed an agreement with the law-enforcers, and all the best and best of the seven holy grades rushed to the Law Enforcement Palace. And that's when I had the chance. ”

The old man laughed.

Chu Yang put his mouth aside, he said, dare to go to Ling family to steal this thing, and Ling family didn't even retaliate against you. He kept you alive until now, and he didn't take it back, which proves a lot... What use is your modesty?

“These teas… were left behind by your grandmother. The reason I stole this box was to serve the tea. If I didn't want to, I would have died there, but I didn't expect it to be...” The old man understated, obscured the process.

Chuyang sighed. Know what this means: Love your wife dead, live without love. So I wanted to steal it and keep what my wife left behind forever. If not, follow... how deeply this is!

The old man had a memorable, indulgent laugh in his eyes: “... at that time, her house was a tea garden... I first met her, in the tea garden, she was picking tea, white gold rings, clothes floating..."

In the smell of tea, the old man had an obsession with his face: "Did I ask, tea or did you smell it? She said..."

Speaking of which, I suddenly woke up and laughed: "Old, old people are so annoyingly tight. ”

“I sound touched.” Chuyang smiles: “So, can you regret that you saved these teas and caused the situation in the Chu family today? ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: "My heart is at peace. What is there to regret? ”

Chu Yang haha laughed.

The elderly raised the teapot and poured the water from the pot into the cup. The tea is green and fragrant. He seems to have forgotten, seemingly distracted, to fill all five cups.

Then I took one myself and hesitated for a long time before picking a cup of tea from it and handing it to Chu Yang.

“I had three brothers who used to drink tea here. Every time, my wife sat next to me and made us tea herself. The cup you are using now belongs to my second brother...”

The old man looked at the teacup somewhat reluctantly: “There was a small gap up there, the second brother went with his nails... nowadays the people, but the teacup is still there. The teacup is there, just like the wife and they are still there...”

The old man looked at the other three cups of tea with warmth, and said faintly: “When I saw the teacup, I always felt they were alive, still sitting here, laughing, saying, so every time I made tea, I had to fill them up, otherwise, I always said I was mean.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)