Gu Meizhi

"Is this your tea?" Teng Huang's long and narrow eyes narrowed into a line, staring at a cup of Longjing tea brought by the young disciple with disgust.

The tea is brewed clear and bright, with a strong aroma, and the fine tea needles are distinct. It was an excellent cup of tea soup, but Teng Huang only smacked his lips to taste the taste, and sighed: "Tea is tender tea. The roasting is meticulous and passable, but the elders in your peak are people who know the elegance of tea.

"It's just that the water quality is bitter and astringent, and the village wells dug by ordinary people are probably no more than this."

The little disciple who brought the tea said unconvinced: "This is a newly dug cold spring in the back mountain of Tianliang Peak—"

He was interrupted by Teng Huang before he finished speaking.

"Kunlun Mountain is naturally full of spiritual energy, and it has been ruined by the disciples of the younger generation. It's a pity, a pity."

Ling Yu walked forward slowly, Teng Huang raised his drooping eyelids, and said lazily, please sit down, thinking that for Mei Qingjian's sake, he was still a bit polite to him.

Ling Yu looked around, and there was only this bright chair in front of him, and he didn't know where to sit, so he turned a deaf ear and said politely:

"Juniors of the younger generation are ignorant, if there is something offensive, please forgive me, senior."

Teng Huang glanced at him, then closed his eyes again: "It doesn't matter. ——The spring water is polluted, the air smells bad, the mountain roads are uneven, and the monsters are ugly. It's not the fault of you youngsters."

Ling Yu: "..."

Teng Huang: "It's just that His Majesty has been living here with you for many years, and I really feel wronged."

Ling Yu: "..."

He restrained his emotions and was about to speak. Teng Huang had already sniffed the tea with his nostrils fluttering, reluctantly took a sip of tea, and sighed again sadly: "... I am really wronged .”

Ling Yu: "..."

He lowered his eyes not to look at the old and disrespectful monster beast ancestor in front of him. If it weren't for Mei Qingjian's subtle influence over the past few months, he probably wouldn't be able to stand here for a quarter of an hour.

Ling Yu waved slightly to the people nearby, and the young Kunlun disciples who crowded around Teng Huang seemed to be pardoned, and threw the messy tea trays and folding fans on the spot, and they were about to scatter.

However, before they took half a step, the shining golden light on their wrists and ankles suddenly lit up, and they even clattered like shackles.

Ling Yu persuaded: "Senior Tenghuang..."

Teng Huang raised his hand lazily with his eyes closed, and the invisible shackles on the surrounding young disciples immediately disappeared with a clang. The group of young disciples tried their best to suppress the cheers, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Teng Huang sighed Yuyu: "In the past, the juniors in my clan liked to be close to me the most."

Ling Yu decided to keep silent about the child-rearing methods of the Huang family. He still had important matters in mind. He glanced at the sky and the sun, secretly calculated the time, and said hesitantly:

"Senior Tenghuang has been awake for several days. If Chaos heard the news, he should have come by now."

Teng Huang closed his eyes and said: "It's time to come. It hasn't arrived today, I think it must have some reason, it stumbled on the road."

Ling Yu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but lower his voice a little bit, and said in a low voice:

"...This battle is of great importance. According to the seniors, what is the success or failure?"

Teng Huang raised his eyelashes, his long and narrow fox eyes smiled before saying anything, he calculated with his fingers, and said leisurely: "First of all, Di Jiang is the youngest son of Di Hong Di Jun, and I am just the head. Cultivate the shape-forming old monster;

"Secondly, it fell into the demon way and practiced for thousands of years without stopping, but I was a big dream in the vicissitudes of life, and the time of more than ten thousand years was completely wasted;

"Three..."

Ling Yu got a headache when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Senior only said, how sure is it?"

Teng Huang looked at him for a long while, then suddenly smiled slightly: "I'm almost sure, you shouldn't ask me, you kid, you should ask your lord."

It leaned back, and all the young Kunlun disciples around ran away, and no one helped it, so it had to pick up the folding fan that was thrown on the ground, and opened it with its hands after blowing on the dust.

Ling Yu took a closer look, only to see that this folding fan was painted with dark lines of silver thread, and a layer of golden light was faintly shrouded. The calligraphy written on the fan was a piece of calligraphy written by dragons and phoenixes. White ethnic script.

"If it is shaped, the enemy will follow it. If you give it, the enemy will take it." Teng Huang slowly closed his folding fan, and tapped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair with the fan bones, gradually becoming fascinated.

"At that time, I was still young, and I often couldn't understand one of the ten principles that the Emperor Hongzun talked about. Now that I think about it, I can gradually figure out one or two."

Ling Yu's heart sank slightly. When he was young, he followed the Elder Tiantong in Tiantong Palace and listened to the scriptures for a while. Although most of them didn't understand, this sentence sounded familiar.

This is the principle in the art of war, which means to show the enemy's military situation, whether true or false, so that the enemy will follow it based on its judgment. In addition, it is necessary to give the enemy actual benefits as a bait, and the opponent will inevitably come for profit. Listen to me mobilize.

When the Elder Tianxiang was discussing with him earlier, he also said that the chaos was aimed at the Bai people, and the resurrection of the yellow soul was just a cover, and it was still necessary to lure it to come to Kunlun behind the scenes and take the initiative to attack.

But if one blow fails... Ling Yu clenched his fists tightly, cold sweat dripping from his palms.

Teng Huang didn't seem to notice him at all, he just leaned his whole body into the back of the chair, raised his head to the sky, tapped his folding fan on his palms, and said slowly: "After all, a child has never seen the world. A mortal is only a hundred years old. Life and death are like mayflies and ants.

"You waited for the monk to cultivate immortality and asked, prolonging life, you should be more open than ordinary people, but unexpectedly, you are more restrained, looking forward and backward. The East China Sea can still be three mulberry fields. It is ridiculous for you to worry about your wealth and life all day long. "

I can't see how it casts the spell. The teacup that was left on the side has risen out of thin air, and fell steadily into Tenghuang's palm without splashing a single drop: "The matter of their descendants can only be resolved by their descendants, so this matter Things go around and around, and I still have to deal with the Lord."

Ling Yu clenched his fists tightly, and said in a low voice: "I know he can't stay out of it no matter what, but senior, you have worked so hard to come back to life, could it be, could it be for..."

His voice became softer, he opened his mouth, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "—Senior, don't you really feel unwilling?"

Teng Huang laughed loudly, and his voice shook all directions for a while: "Dead or alive, awake or asleep, it's just a ghost floating in the sky and the earth. I'm an old guy who has lived to the end, what difference can there be?

"If I say I'm not willing to compare myself to my superior, it's really a big joke in the world-at this age, in our Bai nationality, most of them are practicing and learning, and they are crazy about playing. No generation of emperors has ever experienced such ups and downs as him."

Teng Huang narrowed his eyes, tilted his neck and drank the remaining half cup of tea, and let out a long sigh.I don't know when his words aroused his thoughts, and suddenly he closed the handle of the fan and tapped on the armrest of the wooden chair, humming a little tune with a barbaric accent.

It has a low voice, and the tune it hums is like an ancient sacrificial song. It sings and stops, and the song stops. Although it is an extremely ancient tune, it actually reveals a bit of vigor and sadness.

Ling Yu listened in a daze, vaguely hearing the obscure sentence "Yu Yixiangzhi, Weiqi and the cauldron" sung by it, before he had time to deliberate more in his mind, suddenly Teng Huang stopped his voice and put the teacup Throwing it aside, looking at the sky, he slowly stood up.

"coming."