Chapter 521 Three Qis of Life: The Transformation of Fish and Dragon

Chapter 521 Three Qis of Life: The Transformation of Fish and Dragon

Looking forward to, looking forward to.

The tea shop finally opened as expected.

Only few people come to drink tea.

Because this place is too remote.

first day.

The next day and the third day, there was no one.

It wasn't until the fourth day that a shabby old monk appeared. He said that he had been a scholar in the secular world for several years and was a good calligrapher. He was willing to exchange his words for tea.

In fact, at the end of the day, I still don’t want to take out that broken spirit stone.

Ye Yang made a bowl of tea for him, but before he finished drinking the tea, he spit out the water.

Without him, this tea is really too bitter.

The words that were originally promised were not left to Ye Yang.

After that, there was no one around for a few days.

But Ye Yang had no idea that he was just doing repetitive work every day.

Get up before dawn and start boiling water, then use a large pottery bowl and place it cleanly on the table.

The tea money is also very simple, only a broken spirit stone is needed.

Some people even refused to give the broken spirit stone. After drinking the tea, they treated it as if they had paid and walked out. He didn't care.

Still smiling, he was clearing away the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks.

In fact, precisely because of its cheapness, even though it tastes very bitter, it also attracts many lower-class casual cultivators or errand warriors.

And when they come here, cheapness is only one of the factors.

Not because of how delicious the tea is

The biggest reason is just because there is a little spiritual energy in the tea foam that is not worth mentioning.

For these mud-legged people who can't even be called low-level casual cultivators.

Some supplement mana.

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On this day, it was snowy and windy outside.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon there was a thick layer on the ground.

But in the room there is a dim oil lamp, a pot of old tea, and the heat is steaming.

There was no one there today, so Ye Yang closed the door and prepared to take an early rest.

He seems to have become a real tea seller who doesn't care about anything.

He didn't think about anything, he just became the most ordinary mortal, a mortal who worked hard for his livelihood.

This day a guest came to the teahouse, a young man.

On a snowy day, he walked into the house, patted the snowflakes on his clothes, and shouted to the store.

"Shopkeeper, bring me some good tea."

The young man's voice was clear and calm, as if it could drive away the wind and snow in the sky.

Ye Yang responded and went over to make tea.

While looking at this unusual guest curiously.

After all, when it is snowing heavily, few people will brave the wind and snow to drink tea.

Not to mention his little-known shabby little restaurant.

This man wore a green shirt. Although it was not very precious, it was not much better than those low-level monks.

The fire in the teahouse is blazing and the atmosphere is warm.

A stark contrast to the silver-clad world outside.

The young man chose a seat by the window and sat down, staring through the ice-flower-covered window at the snowy scene in the distance.

The mighty clear water wandered by.

He has a handsome face and is very resolute. There is an extraordinary temperament between his eyebrows, which makes people can't help but look at him twice.

"Sir, your tea is here."

Ye Yang came over with a steaming old teapot and a ceramic bowl, placed them on the table enthusiastically, and then brewed a large bowl.

The young man nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

Just looking at the old teapot and pottery bowl, he frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

After all, he rarely used such crudely made utensils.

However, he suddenly thought about it.

It’s all tea, isn’t it?

He picked up the teapot and poured the tea gracefully and calmly.

It seems like every detail has been carefully designed.

The aroma of tea spreads with the steaming heat, intertwining with the warm light in the room, creating a different kind of tranquility.

"It's snowing really hard. I haven't seen such heavy snow in many years."

The young man sighed, couldn't help but asked curiously, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and he smiled slightly.

"This place is in a remote location. How can you sell tea here? Let alone earn spiritual stones. It's good even if you don't lose money."

He was a little curious and looked at the shopkeeper in front of him. He was young, but he was wearing white, starched clothes, rough hands, and dark skin.

It all shows that he is a low-level person doing hard work.

He looked carefully. At this moment, there were footsteps outside the door again, and a figure shook off the snowflakes on his body and walked in.

He was an old monk, holding a few yellowed books in his hands.

"Oh, the shopkeeper will give me a bowl of tea."

"Although your tea tastes terrible, it still has some spiritual energy. After all, mosquito legs are still flesh no matter how small they are."

Ye Yang was deeply impressed by this man because he was the first monk to come to his shop for tea.

It seemed that he had achieved fame in the secular world, had been a scholar, and then entered the path of immortality by chance.

It's just that I'm old and have no talent, so I'm still on the first level of ventilation.

With no cultivation and no fighting ability, he could only make a living by copying some scriptures for others.

Li Xiu found a seat and sat down.

"I got the spirit stone today."

After finishing speaking, he discharged a broken spirit stone and placed it on the table.

Ye Yang accepted the broken spirit stone, washed the tea with hot water, brewed it, and served him a large bowl of tea.

He took a sip, crossed his legs, sipped slightly, and knitted his eyebrows together.

"Although it was a bit bitter, when I thought about it later, I didn't know why, but the harder I worked, the more I enjoyed it."

He glanced at the young man by the window inadvertently, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The young man seemed to notice Li Xiucai's gaze and nodded politely.

Li Xiucai also smiled in response. The three of them were in one room. The atmosphere in the teahouse was warm and peaceful. The wind and snow outside seemed to be infected by this warmth and gradually became softer.

The young man took a sip of tea and felt the bitterness in the tea. He was a little uncomfortable. Then he put down the teacup and said lightly

"This tea is too bitter. Although it has a fresh fragrance, it is not good to drink. You should also buy some good tea."

"There is a grocery store in the east of the city. There are Yubingchun and Hongyanxue. Sell some of them. Maybe your business will get better and better."

"That's the truth. I also think this tea is too ordinary."

He puffed his cheeks and chewed the tea foam in his mouth, wanting to spit it out.

But he couldn't bear to give up the little spiritual energy, so he swallowed it into his stomach again. He carried a teapot and walked to the window.

The old scholar hit it off with him, and the two of them chatted back and forth.

The topics ranged from tea to poetry, and then to the general situation of the world, and the analysis was very logical.

Ye Yang stood aside and listened carefully.

The two talked about the general situation of the world, but it was just hearsay, and many of them were jokes spread in the market, so they should not be taken seriously.

For example, the lord of the Dayun Dynasty was very powerful, but how powerful was he?

He fought against the pig god of the South China Sea at night, made peace with him, and gave birth to a big monster.

Another example is Ye Yang, who is a master of both swords and knives in Feitianmen. According to legend, he is not close to women, and he only knows how to practice swords and knives, so he has the highest realm above swords and knives.

Now many people follow suit. It is said that he cut off three inches of his crotch, and he only wants to focus on swords and knives, just to reach the highest realm.

Another example is that Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang, the new generation of disciples of Feitianmen, have a bad relationship. The two fight openly and secretly, and fight constantly.

For example, the Eastern Zhuxian Army of the Dayun Dynasty is about to launch an attack on Yalongling, and they even talk about it in detail, and can even tell the routes of the three armies of the navy, army and air force.

...

They don't know the real situation, but just treat these things as after-dinner talk.

Ye Yang heard this, smiled and didn't say anything, and listened to their bragging quietly.

In a trance, he thought of a lot, thinking about his previous life and this life.

In this life, he practiced diligently and spent his days in hard practice, and never had such a strange experience.

In his previous life, he often had such scenes on the street stalls after dinner.

It's just that I don't know how many years it has been, so it's both clear and vague.

And what is clearer in my mind is that when I was still weak in strength, I was swinging swords and practicing every day.

For a while, Ye Yang actually felt like he was in another world.

Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies in the morning, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Sheng in the morning.

He couldn't tell whether this scene was real or dreamy.

The two of them talked happily. After drinking a bowl of tea, Ye Yang made another bowl for them.

It felt like a thousand cups of wine were not enough when meeting bosom friends.

Afterwards, he even got two pots of wine from the wine shop next door and sat by the window.

Drunk and drunk.

The two of them drank a lot of wine, their faces flushed and they talked a lot of drunken words, talking about everything, sitting and talking, as if the whole world belonged to them.

Perhaps because they talked about something happy, the two of them came to Ye Yang with a pot of wine, handed it to him, and then said.

"Boss, I think you are also an honest man, why don't we have a drink together, we two toast you."

Ye Yang can drink a lot, but since he broke through to the realm of warriors, there are very few people who can drink with him.

Although he occasionally drank some wine before, he was more cautious in his words and deeds, for the sake of human relations, and for some special purposes.

Drinking for work, not for drinking.

At this moment, two people came over with wine glasses. Ye Yang did not refuse, but took it and tasted the taste of the wine carefully.

It was a very ordinary wine.

There was not even much wine taste, but more water taste.

It tasted very spicy and not good.

After all, it was just bought on the street with a few ordinary scattered spirit stones.

They saw Ye Yang drank several glasses in a row without a trace of drunkenness, and they couldn't help but stretch out their hands and applaud.

"Good alcohol tolerance, good alcohol tolerance. It's a pity. Brother, your background is too low, and you can only be a tea shopkeeper on this dilapidated street."

"You can't become an immortal in your life, you can't cultivate anything, you can't sing with a sword, you can't roar the world, you can't dominate the four directions."

Ye Yang subconsciously thought of the body of the previous owner of the teahouse, and the scene of dying in the house with no one to collect the body, and sighed.

"How many people in the world can become immortals? More people do not become immortals through cultivation, but die in the yellow earth on the roadside."

Before Ye Yang spoke, the man in green shook his head, obviously deeply touched.

"How can you say such discouraging words? A real man walks between heaven and earth, and should have the ambition to swallow up the world and the heart to contain the universe. How can he be depressed and stay under others for a long time?"

"A real man walks between heaven and earth, and stands in the turbulent world. He should have three spirits in his heart to show his extraordinary ambition. One is sharpness, the second is righteousness, and the third is courage."

"Sharpness is the spirit of progress. The same is true for cultivation. We should not be content with mediocrity, like the edge of a sword, unyielding, and break through the waves."

"Righteousness is the spirit of righteousness. It stands firm and walks upright. It is not subdued by power or moved by interests."

"Courage is the spirit of resoluteness. In times of crisis, it is brave to move forward and achieve a career."

"In short, a man should have these three spirits, so that he can be invincible on the road of cultivation."

"Shopkeeper, I am not saying anything. No wonder you can only burn tea stoves here for your whole life. What's the use of three or five scattered spirit stones?"

Ye Yang looked at him. The young man was a little drunk. He spoke very quickly. There was something called ambition in his eyes, or ambition.

At this moment, Ye Yang seemed to think of an acquaintance.

A few years ago, someone had said the same thing to him, to be chivalrous and righteous, to help the weak,

Later, he awakened his chivalrous heart and was talented.

But later, after experiencing the world, getting married and having children, there was no such words.

He listened quietly, thinking of an old friend.

The young man thought Ye Yang was shocked by his words, and he couldn't help but raise his head, with a hint of pride on his face.

He walked out of the house, leaving only a chic back.

But before leaving, he still reminded Ye Yang.

"Boss, your tea is too bitter, go get some good tea, life should be vigorous, how can it only be bitter."

After saying that, he walked out, clenching his fist as if telling himself and swearing.

"This time, I will definitely join the Zishan Gang, and then go straight into the Qingming and become a warrior monk."

"Maybe in the future I will be like Ye Yang, who is both a swordsman and a swordsman, famous all over the world, and ranked second on the Qianlong List."

Zishan Gang.

Ye Yang didn't know before.

But during this period, the teahouse was opened, and this gang was well-known. It was a major gang organization in Taoanfang City.

On weekdays, he often went in and out of the wild land, just like hunting monsters.

The leader is a group of strong men who are at the level of warriors, and their strength is not weak.

Li Xiucai looked at the unruly body of the young man and walked out. He seemed to think of something and sighed.

"If I could be born a few decades earlier and enter Taoism earlier, I might also pursue the highest level of cultivation."

"It's a pity that everything is too late now. I can only get a few taels of leftovers and a cup of old wine to barely survive."

"I don't want to think so much. If I can marry a beautiful female cultivator next, my life will be perfect. Tonight, I will go to the brothel to have fun."

He drank another cup of tea.

"I am different from him. I am old and can only get used to the bitter taste of this tea."

Ye Yang looked at them.

In the process of their life choices, there are countless opportunities.

Maybe they missed it, maybe they didn't grasp it, and maybe those opportunities were not prepared for them.

In the long river of fate, every ordinary fish wants to cross the dragon gate, turn into a roc, and turn into a dragon, even if they try hard to get ashore and look up.

But after all, they do not belong to this world.

Although some fish jump up and appear on the river surface, they can see the road ahead and foresee the future.

But fish are fish after all, and they will fall back into the river in the end.

In the end, they will only lament their nonsense and youthful naivety.

Unless!

They can cross the long river of fate and no longer become fish, but become a roc, a dragon, and fly away...