The ancient house in Yanjing is located in a remote place but exudes elegance.
Qin Tianbao, the man with the iron mask, was very patient in cooking the Longjing tea picked from the West Lake. Good tea must be matched with good skills. Duanmu has an arty heart in its pages, but does not have this artistic conception. Every time it is brewed, the tea is always too tender.
If it's too old and the heat isn't right, you won't be able to taste it, just like the braised fish. The sweetness and saltiness must be consistent, otherwise the fish's umami and fishy smell will be difficult to control, and the beauty of this delicacy will be lost.
Duanmu Yiyi was not good at making tea, but Qin Tianbao was willing to learn tea art for him.
The master and apprentice, who had no relatives but could depend on each other after all, enjoyed the warm sunshine in the afternoon, feeling comfortable and comfortable.
The Kung Fu tea in the South is delicate and very particular, while the tea in the North is mainly bold. If it lacks elegance, it will inevitably fall into the inferior category. Qin Tianbao is a southerner with upright roots. Although he is domineering and arrogant at a young age, the delicacy in his bones has never really dissipated.
.Otherwise he would never have fallen to this level.
Duanmu Yiyi lay quietly on the rocking chair and swayed, squinting at the scorching sun above his head, listening to the soft sound of the pot lid, and said leisurely: "The founding fathers said that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Looking at the five years of China
Throughout the millennium of history, countries have mostly been established by force. The folk customs are mostly tough. When it comes to wonderful doors, these few
Over the past hundred years, there have been many powerful people, and every period has its legendary figures who lead the way. Not to mention the ancestor who broke out of the door but cared about the wonderful door and had unrivaled magical powers. Master Yun Feiyang was the so-called master at that time.
The unparalleled god-man who breaks the sky. His martial arts skills are unmatched by anyone. He is invincible."
"Tianbao. I am already old. I have worked hard to manage Miaomen over the years. I cannot say that I have achieved great results. However, I have managed to get Miaomen back on track from the shaky days of the past. I do not dare to compare with Shenhui, nor can I compare with the profound foundation.
Shang Tianya, who has a huge layout, competes with each other. But he has never left a mess for you." Duanmu Yiyi squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was dozing, and spoke clearly. "Do you know what master's dream is in his life?"
"Revitalize Miaomen." Qin Tianbao, who was focusing on making tea, replied.
"That's right. Revitalize Miaomen." Duanmu Yiyi's eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light overflowed, but then his expression dimmed slightly and he said slowly, "But I really can't bear it anymore."
"Master said back then that I was more diligent than talented. I didn't admit it at first, but now it seems that Master was right. Compared with the three inner disciples, I really lacked talent." Duanmu Yiyi said leisurely.
"Not to mention Di Tian, the Lord of the Shenhui who has become the king of the underground. Even Xia Xia, who still managed to achieve great success under his suppression,
Zhengqing also has an intellect that far exceeds mine. Shang Tianya was known as the only winner back then. Although he was somewhat suspected of making a god, he was superior to me in terms of city government and skill. Over the years, they have stood as a tripartite to check and balance each other. In fact,
I provided an excellent space for development. But I have never been able to catch up with them."
There was fatigue and regret in his words. Duanmu Yiyi lazily said: "Come to think of it, my life has been in vain these years."
"The final conclusion can be made only by closing the coffin." Qin Tianbao raised a cup of tea and handed it to Duanmu. "I believe that many seniors who care about Miaomen must have great respect for you. You created something from scratch, and there will only be an empty shell of Miaomen.
Push it to today's height. How many people can do it?"
Duanmu Yiyi drank the tea in the cup as usual and laughed boldly: "I have lived for a long time. What I can't see through can never be seen through. But some things that were once invisible are now clear. In the end,
At least - I have a great disciple who is unparalleled in the world."
"You are enough."
Qin Tianbao said with a naive smile: "Master, drink tea."
The man in the iron mask handed out the second cup.
Duanmu Yiyi raised his glass of beef and said cheerfully: "Tianbao, do you have any complaints?"
"Why?"
Why are there complaints?
In this world, Duanmu Yiyi is his only relative. If it were not for the kindness and kindness of the master of the Miao Sect, he would have given up on himself long ago. How would he be where he is today?
Duanmu Yiyi was no less kind than his reborn parents, and even - much more kind and lovely than the father who deliberately killed him. How could Qin Tianbao complain?
"I'm just afraid that I didn't do well enough." Qin Tianbao drank a glass of his own and pursed his lips. "After all, I can't be as good as you no matter what."
"It's so flattering!" Duanmu laughed heartily. Then he changed the subject and said calmly, "Tianbao, I spent my whole life summarizing a story. Are you willing to listen?"
"Say." Qin Tianbao put down the teacup and wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips.
"The lonely Emperor Tian. The forbearing Shang Tianya. The indifferent Chu Lin. The transcendent Yi Qingyi. And that -" Duanmu paused for a moment, and each word was sonorous. "The unparalleled angler."
"These are the strong men of the older generation who are worth spending your whole life trying to figure out. As for the younger generation -" Duanmu Yiyi smiled. "You know better than me. I won't do whatever you want."
"The younger generation may be more amazing." Qin Tianbao considered.
"Would it be more accurate to say that a hundred flowers bloom?" Duanmu Yiyi took Qin Tianbao's third cup of tea. He stood up slowly and walked towards the room with a shaky step. He said loudly, "You are young and your head is gray."
I am young at heart, but my head is gray. Time is not waiting for me!
His eyes fell on the increasingly old and lonely figure. Qin Tianbao didn't know why this childlike master was so sad today. But he could predict that he was about to do something very thrilling. And this matter was destined to make Tian Bao look sad.
Change.
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Chu He started his normal work. During the day, he sent the two daughters of the Xia family to school. After school, he sent the two daughters home. After dinner, Xia He accepted the intensive study formulated by Bai Qiu. The little Lolita also became more and more mature and stabilized the realm of rules.
As for Chu He, he went to the presidential suite booked by the poisonous widow every night to discuss her experiences with her.
As the top hypnotist in the country, the poisonous widow with extremely rich life experience not only has past events that Chu He has never experienced, but also has strong theoretical knowledge. It can be said that combining theory with practice, it is very effective in building a psychological defense line for Chu He.
That night, after dinner, Chuhe went to the most expensive hotel in Baicheng. With the room card, he opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a fragrant smell. At first glance, he saw the poisonous widow sitting at the dining table and staring at the exquisite dishes in a daze. She was so dazed that she did not notice Chu He entering the house.
Poisonous Widow is wearing a work outfit that outlines her curves today, which can be called an upgraded version of ol's outfit. It is not that formal, but a knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that this outfit is only worn by boss-level figures. The color is light gray.
Paired with that cool and charming angelic face, it can be called a man's surefire move and is invincible.
"What are you thinking about?"
After this period of getting along with each other, Chu He has gradually adapted to his new identity, losing the restraint in getting along with him, and becoming more natural and intimate.
"I'm wondering why you never have dinner with me." The Poisonous Widow raised her eyes slightly, with a look of sadness hidden in her foxy beautiful eyes. "Am I so disgusting that I am disgusting to look at?"
The poisonous widow has a characteristic that many women don't have. That is, when talking about serious matters, she can turn a blind eye even if Chu He is lying naked next to her. But if she is resentful and has some complaints, even in the most upright person, she can turn a blind eye.
On the occasion of the Eight Classics, she can also act unreasonably and make troubles that only a little woman can do. These characteristics are mixed in a charming woman who confuses all living beings, which is really hard to resist.
Seeing the resentful look from the woman, Chu He felt overwhelmed and said helplessly: "They are used to eating together. If I suddenly ran out, it would inevitably make them worried."
"It turns out that I'm afraid that they will have random thoughts." The poisonous widow stood up from the table and teased. "Then you are not afraid of me being jealous? People often say that women have the most poisonous hearts, and I am a famous poisonous widow. If I become cruel, but
Even my family won’t give me face.”
Chu He's scalp immediately became numb.
Of course he knew the character of the poisonous widow. This could be seen from her behavior during the internal strife in the Huangfu family. He strode towards the poisonous widow and said in relief: "Actually, I haven't eaten enough yet. Why don't we eat something first?"
The Poisonous Widow's eyes flashed, and she said coquettishly: "Then you have to eat two bowls of rice."
"No problem." Chu He patted his bulging belly and waved his hand. "Add another bowl of chicken soup."
The Poisonous Widow smiled charmingly and proudly poured soup for Chuhe.
As the Poisonous Widow said, she was not a woman who saves fuel. Even if Chu He was half dead, she did not let him go. She let Chu He eat two bowls of rice and drink a bowl of soup before she let him go.
He took the bowl and chopsticks, stopped picking up food for Chu He, and said, "I'm full, warm, and lustful. How do you feel now?"
Chu He bit the bullet and said, "How about one shot?"
"No." The poisonous widow giggled like a cunning fox. "I'm here to cause trouble."
Chu He's hanging heart finally settled down. He lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs, then casually picked up a topic: "How long will you stay in Baicheng?"
"What, do you want to drive me away?" The poisonous widow rolled her eyes at him coquettishly.
"How could that happen?" Chu He said with a sneer. "It's just that as the helmsman of the Pearl Group, it's not a big deal for you to hide in a hotel all day long, right?"
"Who hasn't had the time to be arrogant?" Poisonous Widow curled her lips and said. "I have worked hard for the Pearl Group for many years, but I have never made anyone happy. Only when I fail will everyone be happy."
Chu He frowned slightly. Hearing the annoyance in the poisonous widow's heart, he asked, "Did Huangfu Qi offend you?"
"Why, you've been enlightened by me so much, you want to turn around and enlighten me?" The Poisonous Widow smiled brightly and was extremely beautiful.
"What goes around comes around. Under your guidance these days, my hypnosis ability has improved a lot, but I'm always a little bit overwhelmed." Chu He joked. "Why don't you give me a chance to show off?"
The Poisonous Widow narrowed her eyes and smiled: "What if you hypnotized me and did something evil? Wouldn't it be a huge loss for me?"
"This is not the first time for a big girl to sit on a sedan chair, so what's the point of losing?" Chu He said uninhibitedly.
"Hey, look at you, you are such a coward." The poisonous widow squinted at him and said meaningfully, "I just regret that I can't feel the physical and mental pleasure. Will Young Master Chu think too much?"
One foot higher is the Chu River.
The devil is ten feet tall and is a widow.
Chu He returned in despair, shaking his head and saying, "I feel inferior."
Seeing that he had failed, the poisonous widow smiled for a while and said, "How do you feel today?"
"Not bad." Chu He regained his seriousness and said. "The self-hypnosis you taught me during this period is very effective. I can barely control my emotions."
"This is the first step." Poisonous Widow pursed her lips and said, "It will take some time before we can send and receive messages freely."
Chu He nodded and said: "The effect is already very good. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."
"There's no time." The poisonous widow shook her head firmly.
"Why?" Chu He asked unexpectedly.
Why is the emperor not anxious and the eunuchs following him?
Chuhe is inexplicable.
"You seem to have forgotten the agreement you made with someone." The poisonous widow said meaningfully.
When Chu He heard this, he suddenly realized.
Dilin?
Chuhe remembers.
He has a one-year agreement with the young master of Shenhui. He once promised that he would personally return to China to take Xia He away in one year. There is only one week left before the one-year agreement. Although he has reached the rules
The peak state. But there will always be demons. If you can't control yourself, it's hard to say whether you will win or lose.
Of course, Chuhe has never regarded Di Lin as his defeated opponent. Even - this man has always been a very threatening strong man to the younger generation. At that time, he and he were just in the realm of broken paintings. Now he has reached the rules
In the realm of transformation, what reason does he have to stop moving forward?
The still relaxed heart gradually deepened under the reminder of Poisonous Widow. Chu He refilled a cigarette and frowned: "If he is the only one here, I won't be afraid."
With Bai Qiu, the peak figure of Broken Painting, and the little Lolita who has advanced to the Realm of Rules, guarding Xia He personally. Even if he cannot send and receive freely, it must be easy to deal with an Emperor Lin, but he will not be defeated. What's more, then, then
Is this unparalleled girl with powerful strength and unlimited potential so ruthless as to watch Xia He being taken away by Di Lin?
Based on this calculation, our side actually has the advantage.
"Why don't I give you another shocking news?" Seeing Chu He's calm expression, Poisonous Widow couldn't help but change the subject and said word by word, "Keep the shocking news for you."
"What shocking news?" Chu He asked curiously, and his heart started to get excited.
"Thirty years ago, these powerful men of the older generation made an agreement." The poisonous widow narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly. "An agreement that is very exciting."
"What agreement?" Chu He raised his eyebrows and asked extremely urgently.
"The battle was not pleasant back then. So thirty years later, they agreed to fight again." The poisonous widow dropped a C4 bomb, which made Chu He's scalp numb.
"The older generation of strong men meet to fight again?" Chu He said in great surprise. "Who are they?"
"Everyone you can think of." Poison Widow said with a solemn expression. "Perhaps not everyone is willing to actively participate. But for those who provoke the war, they have countless ways to draw everyone into the war."
If that's the case, doesn't it mean that even his own father can't avoid it?
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Chu He's lips, and he said helplessly: "So, I should really be more anxious."
"In this battle, the overall situation will change. Countless anomalies will appear without warning. Existences that are strong enough can survive safely. Most of them may fail!" Poison Widow said alarmingly.
Chu He lit another cigarette, but was not in the mood to smoke it. He just sat quietly on the chair in a daze. After a long time, he raised his head and asked: "These people are all overlords, why do they do this? Are they so old?
Living on a dog?”
Who has ever seen people with transcendent status fighting in the streets? Even if they have this intention, I am afraid they can't let go. Especially strong men like Di Tian who stand at the top of the world, they have no reason to step down from the altar to fight this
Fight!
Why?
"China built its country by force. No matter it was, is, or will be in the future, martial arts will never be erased from the souls of these strong men. They may have stood at the top of the world, but deep down in their hearts, they still have a pursuit.
The purest heart in the highest realm. Do you think they have no more desires? On the contrary, when they truly meet most of their needs, the very few pursuits and desires will quietly sprout and take root deep in the soul, becoming overwhelming.
It breaks out of the ground and quickly grows into a giant tree in the sky!"
Chu He was speechless. Then he shook his head and said, "I think my father is not that kind of person."
"But he will change." The poisonous widow narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Who can make him change?" Chu He asked back.
"You." The poisonous widow said without any concealment. "For you, he is willing to do anything."
Chu He was speechless.
If someone kills me, if a strong man suddenly appears that I can't resist, will the old guy take action?
He definitely will.
With this in his mind, Chu He pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand and said in a heavy tone: "Then - let's get started."
"Start with what?" Poisonous Widow asked.
"Let me control my emotions as much as possible." Chu He said every word. "You know, I don't like to invite parents."
"I finally know why I fell in love with you." The poisonous widow smiled like a flower.
"Didn't you say there was no reason?" Chu He said helplessly.
"Now we have it." Poison Widow said.
"What?" Chu He asked curiously.
"Because you are a bad boy." The poisonous widow said with a sweet smile. "Only when bad men fight will they not invite their parents."
When Chu He heard this, he was slightly in a trance.
He finally knew why he was willing to become a demon.
Because he didn't want the old guy who had been hurt all his life to have to work hard for him in his old age. He might not be a son who could verbally fulfill his filial piety. But he was never willing to cause trouble for the old guy. Because of his appearance, he
He has lost the love of his life. He has been sinking for twenty-seven years!
Grandpa hated his mother all his life, and even implicated his anger on himself.
What about him?
How can the old guy's love be any less than that of grandpa?
But he loves himself as always. How much love is needed to fill the pain in his heart and love himself regardless of any reason?
The ordinary face, the more white hair than in Japanese dramas, and the gradual aging appeared in his mind. Chu He raised his head slightly, stared at the poisonous widow across the dining table, and asked softly: "Tell me, is my father like this?"
The greatest man in the world?"
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ps: I have to go home to see my parents, so I will write 2 chapters a day for the next three days. When I come back, I will start at 8,000 words a day, and then hit 10,000 words intermittently. I promise to be a hard-working little bee~
