Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar were very excited. Sure enough, there were opportunities everywhere in their husband's house.
We must know that ordinary tea leaves can contain infinite Taoism through the hands of this supreme being, so what will the tea brewed with spiritual tea be like?
Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar couldn't wait to pick up the tea cups and smell the refreshing fragrance of tea.
The two looked at each other and were reluctant to take a sip.
Instead, he took a sip lightly.
A warm current flowed down from the throat, and an indescribable sense of comfort suddenly surged through the whole body, and the rich and bitter taste of tea still lingered in the mouth.
This rich bitterness seemed to drag Wu Xuanzi and Wu Xuanzi into the arduous cultivation period in their youth.
After looking back and taking another sip, the strong bitterness gradually turned into a light sweetness, but when I took another sip, it was replaced by the fragrant and mellow tea flavor.
Every time you taste tea, you will have a different understanding of life and touch the depths of your heart.
Bu Fan was not surprised that Wu Xuanzi and the two were enjoying themselves.
Sometimes, drinking tea is a state of mind.
Entering the world for the first time is like tea leaves brewed in warm water. They rise and fall with the ups and downs of the water. They are full of bitterness. After many struggles and tempers, they finally taste the fragrance and sweetness.
This kind of state of mind is exactly what Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar need.
Bu Fan slowly raised the teacup and took a sip of tea.
He didn't know what Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar could understand from drinking tea, but what he understood was that living a low-key life is like drinking tea. The world is full of glitz, but my heart is calm.
“Mr.’s tea is as good as ever!”
Wu Xuanzi was the first to come back to his senses and sighed deeply. He just tasted a cup of tea and his mood improved. This was equivalent to ten years of painstaking practice.
"Yes, Mr. Bu's tea is not water, but a kind of life, which can be both bitter and sweet!"
The old beggar let out a long sigh, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly became a little lonely, and there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
Later, the old beggar came back to his senses and noticed that his expression was a little out of control. He quickly apologized and said, "Sir, I was out of control just now. Please forgive me!"
"fine!"
Bu Fan shook his head, "Actually, I also agree with Mr. Hong's words. Life is like drinking tea. There is bitterness and sweetness, and sweetness is bitter. It is bitter first and then sweet. The same is true in life."
"Yes, life is short. I think of my old beggar wandering around the world like a lonely ghost. I don't know how many joys and sorrows I have seen!"
The old beggar slowly raised his head, as if he was remembering something, and then sighed again.
Although the old beggar didn't say anything, Bu Fan knew that the old beggar traveled around the world and saw a lot of the warmth and coldness of people and the harsh conditions of the world.
"My life is like a gull on the water, and I carry a bamboo stick across Nanzhou.
The rice bag is filled with the waning moon in the evening, and the song board is facing the wind to sing the dawn of autumn.
Kick over the world with two feet, and carry all the sorrows of the past and present with one shoulder.
Now if you don't eat and you come to eat, why should the yellow dog keep barking?"
Bu Fan thought of a poem he had read on a small website in his previous life, and couldn't help but recite it.
This poem seems to have been left by an old beggar who froze to death on the roadside. No one knows the last name of this old beggar, but he is holding a piece of paper in his hand.
There is a poem written on this paper called: Poem of Death.
It roughly describes the life experience of a beggar who has an extraordinary background, but can only wander outside. At the same time, he is angry at the world and can see through life and death.
Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar were refreshed.
The old beggar repeatedly recited the poem silently, "My life is like a gull on the water, and I carry a bamboo stick across Nanzhou..."
At first, the old beggar just recited silently, but then his voice became louder and heavier, until at the last sentence, the old beggar suddenly stood up.
"If you don't eat now and come to eat, why should the yellow dog keep barking!"
His voice was bold and arrogant, but then, the old beggar suddenly fell silent, as if he had fallen into a trance. The surroundings were also quiet at this moment. Bu Fan did not expect that the old beggar would be so excited.
However, I thought that this poem was somewhat similar to the old beggar’s situation.
Like the white gull that has no fixed abode on the water, it travels north and south with a bamboo stick. It also tastes hundreds of flavors in the world.
Therefore, compared to Wu Xuanzi, the old beggar may have deeper feelings about this poem.
But at this moment, a burst of spiritual energy suddenly surged around, and a strong wind suddenly blew within a hundred miles, causing the trees in the mountains to swing violently.
At this moment, the sky became increasingly gloomy and terrifying, and the gray clouds gradually gathered back towards them.
Bu Fan's face changed slightly.
Wu Xuanzi also looked at the old beggar in shock.
At this moment, all the spiritual energy around him poured into the old beggar.
There is no doubt that the old beggar is going to make a breakthrough.
Bu Fan wasn't stupid either. He naturally saw that the old beggar was about to make a breakthrough, but he didn't expect that the old beggar's breakthrough would be too casual.
Just because of a poem?
at the same time.
Everyone in the town was also startled by the sudden strong wind, especially when they saw that the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark.
Many small town residents thought it was going to rain heavily. Some people hurriedly ran to their homes, while others were busy picking up the clothes hanging in the yard.
But compared to the adults who were anxious, the children shouted happily, "It's raining heavily, it's raining heavily!"
Soap workshop.
The women hurriedly packed the things in the yard to prevent them from getting wet from the rain, while Dani frowned slightly and looked at the gloomy sky.
Song family.
In the pavilion, Song Xiaochun looked at the strange sky, and Yang Yulan said softly: "Husband, it's going to rain. Let's go back to the house first!"
Song Xiaochun came to his senses, said "Hmm" softly, and helped Yang Yulan walk towards the house.
A white cat stared blankly at the sky.
"Another thunder disaster?"
…
The other end.
"No, it's the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. Old blind man, go find a place to survive the calamity, otherwise everything here will suffer!"
Wu Xuanzi's face darkened. Even the smallest tribulation of the Tribulation Monk was enough to turn a land thousands of miles into ashes in an instant.
What's more, what's in front of us is the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, which is the most terrifying thunder tribulation for monks who overcome the tribulation. As long as the monks survive this Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, they will almost die.
The old beggar also woke up from his trance state, and immediately noticed that he was about to survive the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and his expression suddenly turned bad.
Let him find a place to survive the tribulation?
What a joke.
With the power of the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, even if he ran away with all his strength immediately, it would be too late.
"Is this Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation very powerful?"
Seeing that Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar looked strange, Bu Fan's heart skipped a beat. To be able to move the faces of the two old monsters, the power of the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation must be extraordinary.
But just as Bu Fan finished speaking, a scene occurred that Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar would never forget.
The dark clouds that had gathered with great force suddenly stopped and gradually dispersed. The gloomy sky gradually became brighter, and the sky was suddenly clear, as if nothing happened just now.
Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar were stunned when they saw this scene.
what happened?
How did the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Tribulation go away?