Chapter 53 Old Cup New Tea New Cup Old Tea

Quietly watching the hidden figure slowly disappear, Lin Feng gently exhaled a breath. To be honest, he really doesn't want to do such a thing. A large number of coins can buy everything for a person - his life, his faith, his life. Deep down, he is really disgusted with this behavior of controlling other people's lives.

With a wry smile, Lin Feng stretched out a middle finger in his heart and despised himself: "It's really hypocritical to have become an asshole and claim to be a noble person."

After thinking about it, Lin Feng turned around and walked into the trading system again and passed the remaining bottles of the second product [Buyuan Dan] to Shui Qingqian. Then he foolishly looked at the gray account of "green and shallow" for a while and exited the system.

Be wary of the traceless tracking along the way, and Lin Feng returned home very carefully. Looking at Lin Xiaochen, the grandfather who leisurely copied a few mouthfuls of dishes and drank a few mouthfuls of wine, he looked at his father Lin Ruhai, who was still unconscious but looked good, and looked at his mother Shui Xianyun, who was busy and her spirit was obviously improved. The heart that had previously felt extremely tired and miserable suddenly calmed down. With these people at home, all these peace and everything, whether contrary to heart or danger, is worth it.

Gently walked over, grabbed a few mouthfuls of Grandpa's side dishes, poured a few mouthfuls of wine, and jumped away before Lin Xiaochen reacted. Taking the clothes in his mother's hand and pressing her mother in a chair to help her rub her sore shoulders, Lin Feng felt that all this was good. I have become more and more convinced that I must wake up my father and destroy everything that may destroy this happy and peaceful life.

There were leaves falling outside the door, swaying around a few times, and finally fell on the soil at the root of the tree.

Lin Feng sat under the tree and watched quietly, and then gathered the leaves blown away by the wind and buried them in the roots of the tree.

"Falen leaves are not ruthless things, turning into spring mud to protect flowers." Lin Feng sang gently with warm eyes.

At this time, the early autumn wind slowly hovered among the trees, wrapped in a few yellow leaves from time to time. Under the endless falling wood, a teenager sat quietly, his eyes passed through the heavy obstacles, and infinitely extended to the distance. Looking at the high blue sky in autumn, his eyes were shallow and smiled softly. He sighed in his heart.

For a long time, the teenager withdrew his eyes, stood up, stretched out a lazy waist, and the smile at the corners of his mouth became warmer and warmer: "I've slept so much. Well, it's time to get up and continue to work hard."

It turned out that the deep appearance just now was sleeping............

patted his buttocks and thought of the abnormal signs of these days. Lin Feng was very worried. He entered the sea of knowledge and pushed open the door of the black castle. Lin Feng saw a sad illusion.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Feng was shocked. He really couldn't figure out what had happened in just a few days, which could make it obscene**. It looks like this. In his impression, the illusion should be the leader among the strange people, and he should glance around all day long with a faint and cheap smile on the corners of his mouth.

With a "squeak", the sky pushed open the door and came in. Lin Feng was more and more surprised, because at this time, there was a shallow smile on his face like ice, which was definitely a terrible thing.

"sit." The illusion said simply and clearly.

Lin Feng was a little scared and touched his head.

Huan slapped Lin Feng's paws, gave him a white eye, and said angrily, "You are sick. **What? Do you want to take advantage of me? If you think it's beautiful, get out of here."

Lin Feng was not angry but happy. The empty stone in his heart was finally put down. The illusion is still the previous hooligan illusion, no problem.

"What kind of tea to drink?" Huan no longer paid attention to Lin Feng and looked at the sky and asked.

"New tea is made from an old cup that has been brewing for at least 50 years." God replied.

"Contrary to me, I like old tea for at least 50 years, but I have to make it in a new cup." Huan smiled slightly, and then took out two teapots, two sets of tea sets and two kinds of tea leaves from the cabinet behind him.

"I want a new cup of tea." Lin Feng shouted in a hurry.

He looked at Lin Feng angrily and took out a teapot, a set of tea sets, and a kind of tea from the cabinet behind him.

He didn't wait to open his mouth, so he passed the simple and even dilapidated teapot, gently put the new tea into the pot, quickly poured hot water into the lid, and even blocked the spout.

On the contrary, put the old tea into the new pot, turn the hot water into a thin line, and slowly pour it into the pot. There is more than half a column of fragrance before filling a pot of tea. As soon as the water is finished, the tea has been brewed.

Pour a cup of tea into the brand-new teacup, fill it with a mouthful, close your eyes and feel it.

I don't know if it was because the tea was too hot, a drop of crystal tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes.

He did not open his eyes or put down the teacup. He kept moving like that, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes, which soon covered his white face. Tears dripping or falling on the ground or falling into the glass.

Lin Feng was a little scared in his heart. He looked at the cold day sitting in place, looked at the illusion of keeping his movements and crying wantonly. When he was also worried, he was also secretly worried about the illusion.

I don't know how long it took, Huan raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at half a cup of tears in his hand, lifted the teapot and poured it up again. Then he said softly, "My family has perished."

Listening to the unprecedented soft words, Lin Feng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Fantas continued to say softly, "Although you killed the most elite combat power in our family that time, my parents, my brothers and my wife all withered like the yellow leaves in that battle. Since then, in a real sense, I have been alone. One is homeless and the other is a long-damn demon. But I survived. I don't know why I saved my consciousness and survived. The words were soft, but Lin Feng was frightened for fear that the two would fight.

Although he survived, a thousand years have passed. Even if I didn't go to the battlefield at that time, I couldn't resist this long time and had already turned into dust. I am a lonely demon, very confused and desolate, so I want to find a destination, a destination for my heart. I thought to myself that even if I lost a lot of money thousands of years ago, my strength should not be underestimated. One or two bloodlines can always extend, right? If you have expectations in your heart, you will have something that has always comforted you, and you will have a reason to live. That time, I entered the trading system and bought it when I saw [the age of the demon world]. Who knew that I turned over several times and there was no message of the feather clan. Only one place vaguely pointed out that my Luoyu clan was quickly defeated less than ten years after the fall of our elite, and then there was no message. Although Huan's face was very ordinary and his tone was very calm, Lin Feng felt that he looked very bitter and bitter.

"Later, I frantically bought all kinds of books about the demon clan, even if there was a trace of books that might be related to the Luoyu clan. I looked for it and finally found a message in an inconspicuous book. Looking at the black stars with sad eyes, he said, "The Luoyu clan lost its last bloodline 20 years after the war, that is, 20 years of Yonghe."

"The fallen feathers, who used to be so great and brilliant, quietly disappeared. It was not even mentioned in [Thousand Years in the Demon World]. I checked again and again, and finally got a little vague clue. The magic hand was tightly pinched, and a drop of bright blood slowly oozed out of his fingers, making it more and more miserable on his white fingers.

Red blood began to drip from the phantom eyes. The blood stain cut two thrilling red lines on his fair face. Huan looked up at the face, with a soft expression and a soft tone, and a soft tone: "It can be faintly found that several of the remaining nine kings except my Luoyu clan divided up our clan when our clan was the weakest, and the next 20 years of pursuit and expulsion made my Luoyu clan disappear in the demon world from now on. According to my current speculation, there should be blood-winged people and dark moon people. But I don't know how many big hands there are.

"God, I know you have lost your memory. Although you killed the most elite part of my family, I don't actually blame you. The two armies fought, and there was a day of life and death. Besides, it was the most critical time for your human race. If I were you, I would do the same. When I woke up, I hated you very much, but gradually, I really didn't hate you anymore. Thousands of years have passed, and everything has disappeared with the war thousands of years ago and buried in the long river of history. But!" The phantom voice is still so peaceful: "Our ten royal families are comrades-in-arms and allies. How can they kill my people when we fight bravely? How can we take advantage of the fire to destroy my family when our elites are destroyed? How can it be!!! How can they do it?!"

"Although I am angry and sad, there is nothing I can do now. But I swear that I will make them pay the price and make them pay the price for their shamelessness. Even after a thousand years!" The tone of the phantom still does not fluctuate. He said this plainly, but Lin Feng actually felt the uncontrollable blood in his words.

After saying that, he poured another cup of tea for himself, poured it down, and smiled bitterly: "Do you know why I like the old tea and the new cup? Old tea is like memories accumulated for decades. Slowly drinking a sip of tea and drinking into the vicissitudes of the past decades. And I like memories and those good memories of the past. But there are still many bad things in the past. Just like making tea, tea is good or bad, so the teapot teacup that has been brewed naturally brings the taste of tea, good or bad. The tea that ran out of the old cup naturally brings what was left by the tea in the past. Whether it is good or bad, it is not pure. This good or bad tea will make me think of all the past, bad, unwanted, extremely disgusting!"

"But I only like beautiful and pure. Even if the memories are bitter and sad, I only hope there will be sadness and bitterness, not beauty. I don't like it. I don't like it." At this time, Huan said angrily like a wayward child.

After venting, he sat quietly on the chair and slowly tasted his new cup of old tea without saying a word.

The tea of the sky was finally brewed, and he loosened the sword that blocked the mouth of the pot. Lift the teapot and pour a drop of tea quickly. Then quickly seal the mouth of the cup. Gently picked up a small mouthful of tea and poured it into the mouth, allowing the tea to flow and roll in the mouth. The sky was just quietly, tasting and feeling it.

After tasting all kinds of flavors of the tea, the genius slowly swallowed it.

"Fantasy, I don't remember anything that happened thousands of years ago." Tian's tone was a little dull: "I don't even know if I'm the person you know. Actually, I really want to remember it. Whether it is pain, sadness or joy, there are so many things to recall and feel, what a happy thing it is.

poured a mouthful of tea again like last time, savored it carefully and swallowed it. Tian said gently, "Old cup of new tea. Taste the latest tea with the sourness and bitterness of so many teas in the past. It's like using all kinds of feelings from the past. After experiencing the latest things, you will take the new tea more seriously and have more taste.

Lin Feng looked at the two stupidly, that is, simply drinking tea. It's enough for them to drink two different methods, but each of them still contains such a profound truth of life.

His eyes turned, and Lin Feng just wanted to grab the teacup of the two people, and also got involved in their lives and their attitudes. Tianhe Huan coincidentally hit Lin Feng's outstretched hand without hesitation, decisively and resolutely, and there was also a threat in his eyes that you reached out and tried again.

Looking at the two protecting their tea like treasures, Lin Feng suddenly understood that this was not only their tea, but also their life. Fantasy doesn't like complexity. He wants to be simple. If he is happy, he will be happy, and if he is sad, he will cry to his heart's content. So he is a picture. The unrestrained and obscene image of strange millet, so he hates those conspiratorial guys and does not have much hostility to the sky that is killing the elites of his clan that directly leads to the collapse and decline of his family.

And God likes this sense of accumulation of years, and likes calmness, tranquility and taste. Therefore, he usually doesn't like to talk, but quietly tastes the weight of the years, all kinds of tastes in life, and is happy.

Fantasy sat opposite the sky, drinking and handing his teacup to the other party. They looked at each other and drank each other with a smile and shook their heads one after another: "So this is the taste. It's really not my taste."

Huan looked at the teacup, looked at Huan, and suddenly said with emotion, "Now there are only you and me left." Then he walked into the room lonely.

He shook the teacup in his hand and said softly, "Yes, you and I are the only ones left." Slowly put down the teacup and walked out silently.