Looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

The tea shop finally opened as planned.

Only a few people come to drink tea.

Because this place is too remote.

first day.

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

It was not until the fourth day that a poor old monk came and said that he had been a scholar in the secular world for several years and had beautiful handwriting. He was willing to exchange his calligraphy for tea.

In fact, when it comes down to it, I just don't want to take out that broken spirit stone.

Ye Yang made a bowl of tea for him, but before he finished the tea, he spat it out.

It's nothing, this tea is just too bitter.

The words that were originally agreed upon were not left for Ye Yang.

Then there were a few days of emptiness.

But Ye Yang was completely unaware of this and just did the repetitive work every day.

I get up before dawn and start boiling water, then place it in a large, clean ceramic bowl on the table.

The money for tea is also very simple, only requiring a loose spirit stone.

Some people were even unwilling to give him broken spirit stones. They just drank their tea and walked out as if they had paid. He didn't care.

Still smiling as she cleaned up the tables, chairs, and dishes.

In fact, precisely because it is cheap, although it tastes bitter, it has attracted many lower-level cultivators or errand runners.

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

It's not because of how delicious the tea is.

The biggest reason is that there is a tiny amount of spiritual energy in the tea foam that is not worth mentioning.

For these peasants who cannot even be called low-level casual cultivators.

Some of the functions of replenishing mana.

……

On this day, it was windy and snowy outside.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.

But in the room there was a dim oil lamp, a pot of old tea, and steam rising from the room.

There were not many people here today, so Ye Yang closed the door and prepared to go to bed early.

He seemed to have become a real tea seller, not caring about anything.

I didn't think about anything, I just became an ordinary mortal, struggling for a living.

A guest came to the teahouse that day, a young man.

It was snowing heavily. He walked into the house, brushed the snow off his clothes, and shouted to the store.

"Boss, bring me a pot of good tea."

The young man's voice was clear and calm, as if it could dispel 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, it was snowing heavily and few people would brave the wind and snow to drink tea.

What's more, it is a little-known and shabby restaurant of his.

The man was wearing a green robe. Although it was not very precious, it was much better than those of the lower-level cultivators.

The fire in the teahouse is burning brightly, and the atmosphere is warm and cozy.

It is in stark contrast to the snow-covered world outside.

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

The vast green water flows by.

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

"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 of tea.

The young man nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

He just looked at the old teapot and the ceramic bowl, frowned slightly, and looked a little displeased.

After all, he rarely used such crudely made tools.

However, he soon came to his senses.

It's all tea isn't it?

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

It seems as if every detail has been carefully designed.

The fragrance of tea spreads with the rising hot air, interweaving with the warm light in the house, 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, and couldn't help asking curiously, his eyes as deep as a pool, and he smiled slightly.

"This place is in a remote area. Why are you selling tea here? Forget about making money from spiritual stones. It's good if you don't lose money."

He was a little curious and looked at the shopkeeper in front of him. The shopkeeper was not very old, but he was wearing bleached clothes, had rough hands and dark skin.

All of these indicate that he is a low-level person who does hard work.

He looked carefully, and at this moment, footsteps were heard 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, shopkeeper, give me another bowl of tea."

"Although your tea tastes bad, it does have some spiritual power. After all, a mosquito leg is still meat, no matter how small it is."

Ye Yang was deeply impressed by the other party because he was the first monk to come to his shop to drink tea.

He seemed to have passed the imperial examinations in the mortal world, and had been a scholar. Later, by chance, he entered the immortal world.

It’s just that he is old and has no talent, and he is still at the first level.

With no cultivation and no fighting power, he can only make a living by copying scriptures for others.

Li Xiu found a seat and sat down.

"I took the spirit stone today."

After saying this, he took out a broken spirit stone and placed it on the table.

Ye Yang took 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, and frowned.

“It was a bit hard, but when I think back on it, I don’t know why, the harder I work, the more enjoyable it becomes.”

His eyes inadvertently swept over the young man leaning against the window, 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 responded with a smile. With three people in one room, the atmosphere in the teahouse was warm and peaceful. The wind and snow outside seemed to be infected by the warmth and gradually became gentle.

The young man took a sip of tea and felt the bitter taste in it. He felt a little uncomfortable, then put down the teacup and said lightly:
"This tea is too bitter. Although it has a refreshing aroma, it is not delicious. You should also buy some good tea."

"There's a grocery store in the east of the city that sells Yubingchun and Hongyanxue. Sell some of them here. Who knows, your business will get better and better."

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

He puffed up his cheeks, chewed the tea leaves in his mouth, and wanted to spit them out.

But he was reluctant to give up that little bit of spiritual energy, so he swallowed it back into his stomach, picked up a teapot, and walked to the window.

The old scholar hit it off with him right away, and the two of them started chatting back and forth.

Topics range from tea to poetry to the general situation of the world, and the analysis is very logical

Ye Yang stood aside and listened carefully. The two of them were talking about the general situation in the world, but it was just hearsay, and many of them were just jokes spread in the market, so they should not be taken seriously.

For example, the Lord of Dayun Dynasty was very powerful. How powerful was he?

She fought with the Pig God of the South China Sea at night, made peace with him, and gave birth to a giant monster.

For example, Ye Yang, the master of both sword and knife from Feitian Sect, was said to be uninterested in women and was only interested in practicing sword and knife skills, which is why he reached the highest level in sword and knife skills.

Now there are many people following suit. I heard that they cut off three inches below their crotch and devoted themselves to swords and knives, just to reach the highest level.

For example, among the new generation of disciples of Feitian Sect, Yan Qingying and Huo Bingshuang have a bad relationship. The two fight openly and secretly, like green tea and white lotus, and keep fighting.

For example, the Eastern Zhuxian Army of the Dayun Dynasty is about to launch an attack on Yalongling, and they can even explain the routes of the three forces of sea, army and air force in detail.

……

They don't know the real situation and just treat these things as topics of conversation after dinner.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang smiled and said nothing, just listening quietly to their bragging.

In a trance, he thought of a lot of things, including his past life and his present life.

Throughout his life, he practiced diligently, spending every day in asceticism, and had never had such a strange experience.

In his previous life, he often encountered such scenes at street stalls after meals.

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

What is even clearer in his mind is the time when he was still weak and spent every day swinging the sword and practicing.

For a moment, Ye Yang actually felt as if he was in another world.

Zhuangzi was confused in his dream of butterflies in the morning, and the butterfly was confused in his dream of Zhuangzi in the morning.

He couldn't tell whether this scene was reality or fantasy.
The two of them had a very pleasant conversation. After drinking a bowl of tea, they asked Ye Yang to make another bowl for them.

It feels like meeting a close friend and even a thousand cups are not enough.

Afterwards, he actually ordered two jugs of wine from the tavern next door and sat at a seat by the window.

Drinking wine in a daze.

The two of them drank a lot of wine, their faces flushed and they said a lot of drunken words. They talked about everything under the sun, and sat and discussed things, as if the whole world belonged to them.

Perhaps they were talking about something happy, the two of them walked up to Ye Yang with a pot of wine, handed it to him, and then said.

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

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

Although I used to drink occasionally, I was more cautious in what I said and did, and I followed the ways of the world and drank for special purposes.

Drink to do things, not just for the sake of drinking.

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

Very ordinary wine.

There wasn't even much of a smell of alcohol, more of a smell of water.

The taste is very spicy and not tasty.

After all, these were just a few ordinary scattered spirit stones bought on the street.

They saw that Ye Yang drank several glasses in succession without showing any sign of drunkenness, and they couldn't help but stretch out their hands and applaud.

"You can drink a lot, you can drink a lot. What a pity. My friend, you are from a very low family, so you can only be a tea vendor on this dilapidated street."

"You will never become an immortal in your lifetime, you won't be able to achieve anything famous, you won't be able to sing with a sword, you won't be able to roar like a dragon across the world, you won't be able to dominate the world."

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

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

Before Ye Yang could say anything, the man in blue next to him shook his head, obviously deeply touched.

"How can you say such discouraging words? A real man should have the ambition to conquer the world and the heart to embrace the universe. How can he be depressed and inferior to others for a long time?"

“A true man walks between heaven and earth, standing in a turbulent world. He should have three qualities in his heart to show his extraordinary ambition. The first is sharpness, the second is righteousness, and the third is courage.”

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

"Integrity is the energy of righteousness, standing firm and walking upright, not being bent by power or moved by profit."

“Courage is the spirit of resoluteness. In times of crisis, one must move forward courageously and achieve success.”

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

"Shopkeeper, I'm not being nosy, but it's no wonder that you've spent your whole life here just burning tea stoves. What good are you getting in exchange for three or five pieces of scattered spirit stones?"

Ye Yang looked at him. The young man was a little drunk. He spoke very quickly and his eyes were filled with ambition, or lofty aspirations.

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

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

Later, he awakened his chivalrous nature and found himself to be extremely talented.

But later, after experiencing the worldly life, getting married, and having children, I no longer had these words.

He listened quietly and thought 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 behind only a chic back.

But before leaving, he still remembered to remind Ye Yang.

"Boss, your tea is too bitter. Bring me some good tea. Life should be full of vitality, not just bitterness."

After saying that, he walked out, clenching his fists as if he was telling himself or swearing.

"This time, I will definitely join the Purple Mountain Gang, and then go straight into the Azure Abyss to become a warrior cultivator."

"Who knows, maybe in the future I will be as famous as Ye Yang, the master of both swords and sabers, and be ranked second on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."

Purple Mountain Gang.

Ye Yang didn't know this before.

However, during this period, a teahouse was opened, and this gang became well-known and was a major gang organization in Taoanfang City.

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

The leader is a group of strong men who are at the level of warriors and are quite powerful.

Li Xiucai looked at the young man's unruly body and walked out. He seemed to have thought of something and was filled with emotion.

"If I could have been born a few decades earlier and entered the Dao earlier, I might have also pursued the highest realm of cultivation."

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

"I don't want to think too much about it. If I can marry a beautiful female cultivator next time, my life will be perfect. Let's go to the brothel tonight and have some 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.

There are countless opportunities in their life choices.

Maybe they missed it, maybe they didn't seize it, or maybe those opportunities were not meant for them in the first place.

In the long river of fate, every ordinary fish wants to cross the Dragon Gate and transform into a big peng and a giant dragon, even if they try hard to go ashore and raise their heads.

But after all, it doesn't belong to this world.

Some fish jump up and appear on the surface of the river, seeing the way ahead and foreseeing the future.

But a fish is still a fish, and it will eventually fall back into the river.

In the end, I will only lament my own nonsense and youthful naivety.

unless!

To be able to cross the long river of fate, no longer be a fish, but become a roc, a dragon, spread your wings and fly away...

(End of this chapter)