Fix your sister's fairy

"Teacher. Mo Yi muttered in a low voice, but he didn't dare to act rashly, the traces of blood circulated on his chest, and the sword of the Heaven Sacrifice had been activated silently, the blood sword and the demon sealing sword were all groaning softly, and he walked slowly to the low table with the sword.

The long-haired man sitting at the low table was very quiet, the only thing Mo Yi could recognize was probably the black teacup he was holding in his hand and the green hair on his arms, the man was very beautiful, more beautiful than a woman, but looking at his lowered eyes, he could see extraordinary heroism, and a pair of slender eyebrows were as sharp as a sword.

"Teacher. Mo Yi walked to the low table and whispered.

"Sit down. Venerable Qingxuan glanced at him and nodded.

So Mo Yi sat on the ground, looking sideways at the long-haired man holding a black teacup motionless.

Venerable Qingxuan also looked at the long-haired man, and at the same time she was also making tea, the fresh tea was poured into the green jade porcelain teacup, and she poured three cups and slowly pushed it in front of everyone on the table, including herself.

"Those who go have gone, and those who come have come, and they will not be disturbed. Venerable Qingxuan rolled up his sleeves and raised the teacup and took a sip.

At this time, Mo Yi observed that the long-haired man moved, he put the black teacup on the table, raised the jade porcelain teacup and drank it all.

"Tea, is it delicious?" asked Venerable Qingxuan.

"Untasted. The long-haired man said.

28 "Good. Venerable Qingxuan nodded, and poured tea into the long-haired man's teacup.

The long-haired man drank it all again.

"Tasteless. He said.

Venerable Qingxuan didn't say a word, and then poured it full.

"Colorless. He said.

Pour it full again.

"No fragrance. He said.

Pour it full.

"Pointless. "

This time, he didn't drink it anymore, just put the teacup down.

"Mo Yi, drink tea. Venerable Qingxuan looked sideways at Mo Yi and whispered.

Mo Yi drank all the tea in response, and Venerable Qingxuan asked him again: "Tea, is it delicious?"

"Delicious. Mo Yi nodded.

Venerable Qingxuan put down the teapot and said: "The deceased is deceased, naturally it is meaningless, no matter how fragrant the tea is, it is only for the living, golden tea respects the king, white tea respects the dead, black tea respects the forgetful, you were born to be the king, but now you are dead, and you will be forgotten after ten thousand years, you can often taste three three-color teas, but you don't want to drink the last tea - are you so afraid of being forgotten?"

"I'm afraid. The long-haired man nodded and said, "Death is not the end, forgetting is." "

"Worthy of the king. Venerable Qingxuan shook his head and said.

At this time, Mo Yi found that the green hair on the long-haired man's body had covered about eight or nine out of tenths of his body, leaving only the white jade-like skin from his neck to his face.

"Drink this cup of forgetful tea, and you will be truly liberated. Venerable Qingxuan said.

The long-haired man glanced down at the black teacup on the low table, the tea in it was still unpleasant.

"The king is king, and he will be king after death, not stiff and undead as a corpse. Venerable Qingxuan said, "In this way, your great deeds will not be tarnished." "

"Give me a reason to drink. The long-haired man said lightly, the green hair had climbed up his cheek at the moment.

"That's it. Venerable Qingxuan nodded slightly, and reached out to place a fiery red jade porcelain vase with a flame pattern on the table.

The long-haired man looked at him and shook slightly

Venerable Qingxuan took out another bottle of turquoise with a white cloud pattern and put it on the table.

The long-haired man shook his head and said, "Not enough."

Then a bottle of sea-blue jade porcelain with a wave pattern was placed.

The long-haired man looked at the elder this time and smiled, "I guess you still have an ice-blue jade porcelain bottle?"

Venerable Qingxuan didn't say a word, and placed a bottle of turquoise blue with snowflake patterns on the table.

"Enough. The long-haired man said.

"The king's tea, the dead's tea, the forgetful's tea. He picked up the black cup of tea on the table and looked at him and said, "There are not many people who can make such good tea, and she used to make tea for me, but she died." "

"Have you ever walked peacefully?" asked Venerable Qingxuan.

"It's peaceful. "

"That's enough. "

The long-haired man nodded and said, "Well, that's enough." "

He drank the black tea before the green fur swallowed his eyes.

The green hair stopped growing, and fell off the white sand at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into ashes, and the long-haired man revealed his true face, so beautiful and beautiful, but handsome and heartwarming, the whole world was contained between his eyes, and he was a king at a glance.

"Tea, is it delicious?" asked Venerable Qingxuan.

"Delicious. The long-haired man smiled and put down his bottoming black teacup.

The next moment, he turned into fly ash and piled up on the ground, leaving no trace, turning into a grain of white sand.

The long-haired man left, representing the release of the weirdness, Venerable Qingxuan put the straw mat into the gift ring, Mo Yi asked why, she said that it was a kind of sacrifice.

Three cups of tea, the king's tea, the deceased's tea, and the forgotten's tea, is the life of a long-haired man, born as a king, fallen as a deceased, and now forgotten, naturally he is forgotten.

The Nine Shadows Cemetery is the ultimate grave, time will forget all the past here, even the long-haired man will be completely forgotten, and even when he is willing to forget himself, he will turn into a grain of white sand and be trampled underfoot.

Everything is closed.

"Teacher, what do those three cups of tea taste like?"

Mo Yi, who re-embarked on the trip, asked this question inexplicably.

Originally, he thought that he would receive some unfathomable answers, or vague words, but what he didn't expect was that Venerable Qingxuan glanced at him and said, "It's sweet, it's bitter, it's sweet." "

"How sweet, how bitter?" Mo Yi asked subconsciously, Zhao Madness and Gongsun Ruoji in the back also pricked up their ears and listened, they were frightened by the straw mat shroud, and they were naturally very curious about the mysterious and indifferent things that happened before.

Venerable Qingxuan walked barefoot in the white sand and said: "The golden tea is his pride, the pinnacle of his life, all the meat ponds and wine forests, all the best memories, so the tea will taste sweet, sweeter than honey." "

And the white tea represents his fall, his unwillingness, his pain, the ruin of the country and the death of the family, which must be bitter, more bitter than good medicine. "

In the end, the black tea represents relief, willing to forget himself, let go of everything, and at the end he recalls something good, then it must be sweet to drink, sweeter than the sweetest thing in the world. "

"What happens if he doesn't drink the last cup of tea?" Mo Yi asked.

"He'll turn into a green-haired flying corpse, people die but don't die because they are stiff, and if they come back to life, they're not zombies. The bloody sword floating beside Mo Yi said: "That guy once probably reached the realm of "immortal", I can't cut that body, if it becomes a zombie, it will be a big trouble." "860

Mo Yi couldn't help but fall into thought when he heard the sound of the bloody sword, there was one more question he didn't ask, that is, what were the four jade porcelain bottles that Venerable Qingxuan took out at the end, even the long-haired man who was about to become a zombie was quite jealous, which had to make him care.

But Venerable Qingxuan seemed to see what Mo Yi was thinking, she gently raised her hand to stroke his hair, and said to his welcoming gaze, "Don't think about it, you will know what it is later." "

Mo was a little dumbfounded, so he could only nod his head and stop thinking about it.

"If it's good, in a few days, it's time to come. Venerable Qingxuan turned his head to look ahead, and said in the endless white sand.

"World Tree?" Mo also asked.

Venerable Qingxuan nodded indifferently: "It will be a big show, many kings will stay here forever, and those who are unwilling will wander in the boundless cemetery forever." "

"Looking forward to it. Mo Yi said softly.

"You should expect. Venerable Qingxuan lowered his eyes: "We should all look forward to it." "

"Speaking of which, did the teacher come to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Worlds with the Sect Master?"

"Yes. "

"Also for the sake of the heavenly immortality?"

"It's not. "

"What's that for?" Mo was a little strange.

And Venerable Qingxuan's answer made him even more inexplicable.

Venerable Qingxuan, she glanced at Mo Yi, and then looked into the distance, her eyes seemed to have seen through the hazy fog, penetrated the void future, and fell on the piece of reality.

"For the sake of proclamation. She whispered.

Mo Ye didn't ask, no one knew except Venerable Qingxuan himself.

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