Martial Cultivator

Chapter 899: The World Has Changed over the Past Thousand Years

At dusk, a scholar followed the last rays of the setting sun and came to a small county town under a remote county town in Yingzhou.

The county town had a common name, Changshi, but the name of this small county town was nice, called Yuqian.

The scholar just squeezed into the county town before the city gate closed. Although the gatekeeper changed shifts half a quarter late, he didn't feel angry when he saw the apologetic scholar in front of him and smiled.

He even kindly reminded him, "Sir, do you have relatives or old friends in the city? If not, you should hurry up. The inns in the city close early. If you go late, you may be turned away."

However, when the soldier saw that the scholar didn't even carry a bag, he smiled dumbly. Maybe he was a city dweller and he was just talking too much. 🅆

However, the scholar in a washed blue robe nodded in thanks, and even asked, "I remember there is a small teahouse in the city, in the east of the city, with a unique name, called Wuqi Shanqing, I wonder if it is still open?"

The soldier was startled, then slapped his forehead and said proudly, "Sir, you asked the right person. If it were someone else, they would definitely not know the place you are talking about. I asked the right person. The teahouse is not doing well, but it is still open. The old shopkeeper is very nice. Every time I go out and pass by there, the old shopkeeper will invite me to drink tea before leaving? Sir, are you a relative of the old shopkeeper? Otherwise, we can go together. I will go back after changing shifts anyway, and it happens to be on the way."

The scholar thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

After that, he stood quietly by the city gate, waiting for the soldier to change shifts, and the two went to the east of the city together.

The soldier, who had taken off his armor and changed into cloth clothes, asked curiously as he walked, "What is your relationship with the old shopkeeper? If you are close and have nothing to do, you should come to see the old shopkeeper often. Although the old shopkeeper looks healthy, it has been so many years, and it is hard to say." The scholar smiled and said, "He is a distant nephew. He lives far away in Changban County. It is not easy for him to come here." The soldier nodded seriously, "Yes, it is too far away, and the mountain road in between is not easy to walk, but it has been much better in recent years, right? At least the monsters outside the city are not as rampant as before. The garrison commander has really done a lot for us. Life is getting more and more promising." Read The scholar smiled and asked, "Is life really so good?"

The soldier waved his hand and smiled, "If you really want to say that everything is good, that must be false, but things must be done little by little, right? This evil plague has lasted for more than 200 years in Daliang. Isn't it visible to the naked eye that it has decreased a lot now? Besides, since your majesty ascended the throne, in the past ten years, those high-ranking gods and immortals have not been so arrogant, don't you think? Now those officials who keep their words are doing good things and doing good things for the people below. Isn't this visible to the naked eye?"

"My son knows that you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. As long as you can see hope, it's a good thing."

The soldier spoke to himself, and his face was really filled with joy.

The scholar could feel his satisfaction and happiness, so he nodded and said softly, "It's not bad. The world is getting better after all."

"Yes, yes, the world is one way today and another tomorrow. I used to feel uneasy, but now I feel much more at ease."

The soldier followed the scholar to a place in the east of the city. It was quite remote here, and the small teahouse was not conspicuous. There was a wooden sign hanging outside the door with the words "Wu Qi Shan Qing" written on it, but the handwriting was crooked. Not to mention the style of a master, I'm afraid that even a child who had been educated in elementary school would not write like this.

"It's here."

The soldier came to the door and called the old shopkeeper several times, but no sound came out from inside. The soldier scratched his head and smiled, "The old shopkeeper is old and in good health, but his ears are really not very sharp. Otherwise, I will go in and help you find it?"

The scholar smiled and declined, saying that it was not necessary, and his uncle could go and see it himself.

The soldier nodded, which was quite tactful. However, after looking at the scholar for a while, he still said, "There is something I may not like to hear, but I still want to say it. Sir, you came to see your uncle, why don't you even bring a gift?"

The scholar did not feel angry, but took out a bag of tea from his sleeve and smiled, "I brought tea specially. My uncle likes other things, but not so much. If there is good tea, he really likes it."

The soldier smiled awkwardly, apologized, and left on his own.

The scholar stood at the door and looked at the soldier's back for a long time before walking into the teahouse, which was not big to begin with.

A teahouse actually only has two wooden tables, and the space is not big, so there is no room for more.

At the counter in front, there is a large iron kettle, gurgling with hot steam, making the teahouse look like a fairyland.

An old man with white hair and beard and a hunched body was lying on an old bamboo chair behind the counter. As the old man swayed, the bamboo chair creaked.

However, the old man did not seem to be disturbed by the sound, but closed his eyes and slept.

The scholar put the tea leaves on the counter, untied the thin rope outside, spread out the kraft paper, and there was a small ball of green tea leaves inside.

Just as the scholar opened the tea leaves, the old man's nose suddenly twitched, and then he murmured, "Good tea, good tea."

He frowned as he spoke, as if he didn't understand why there was such good tea in the world.

However, he quickly opened his eyes, sat up, looked over the counter, looked past the big iron pot, and then saw the young scholar behind the counter.

The old man blinked, and there was a trace of disbelief in his cloudy eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the young scholar took the lead and announced his family name, "The surname is Cao, and the name is heavy. Old Lu, can't you remember?"

The old man named Lao Lu snorted coldly and muttered, "I don't care what you call Cao Zhongcao Dog, as long as you are happy."

"Make tea."

The scholar was too lazy to talk to the old guy at this moment. Instead, he came to a wooden table and sat down slowly.

"It's a good thing you knew how to bring some good tea to see me, otherwise no matter what your name is, I would have called you a lover."

The old man reached out and took out two large bowls, grabbed some tea leaves and threw them in. At the same time, he also threw a handful of tea leaves into his mouth.

He smacked his lips, somewhat satisfied.

The scholar said helplessly, "It's been so many years since sesame seeds rotted millet. Why are you still brooding about it?"

The old man brewed tea with hot water in a large iron kettle, then brought two large bowls to the table and coldly snorted, "How many more years will it take for you to be a thin lover?"

As he spoke, he pressed the two large bowls in his hands heavily on the table. Although the tea inside was agitated, not a drop of tea spilled in the end.

The scholar named Cao Zhong looked at the tea bowl in front of him and laughed angrily, "You drink tea like this now?"

"What's wrong? Now I can make tea however I want and drink it however I want. Who else dares to say anything wrong?"

The old man sat down in front of the scholar and even stretched out a finger to stir the tea in the bowl.

Cao Zhong sighed and said, "If those girls who had seen you when you were young knew what you are like now, I'm afraid they would all sigh, and their ears would be filled with the sound of heartbreak."

You must know that when the old man in front of me was young, he was born as a rich and powerful man with a majestic spirit. There were countless people in the world at that time.

All the ladies spent a lot of money just to be by his side and watch him make tea.

But now, there is no trace of the former style.

The old man was too lazy to pay attention to the scholar in front of him, but picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip. At this moment, the old man seemed to be drinking tea not made from extremely precious tea leaves, but the kind of tea beside the official road. Shop, a large bowl of tea made from thinly chopped tea leaves that can be drunk casually from Daliang Tongbao.

Cao Zhong picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and said with satisfaction, "It's not bad, my tea-making skills haven't deteriorated, but this doesn't look elegant."

The old man sarcastically said, "You are elegant and romantic, but you have an egg to use? Can it be used as food?"

Cao Chong glanced at the old man, frowned and said, "There seems to be a lot of resentment? Is it towards me?"

The old man sneered and said, "How dare I do this to you? If your disciples and disciples know about it, why don't they spit on me and drown them all in my old bones?"

Cao Zhong smiled and said, "Now I don't seem to have many disciples or grandchildren."

"Retribution, retribution!"

The old man clapped his hands and his face turned a little red, as if he was really happy.

Cao Zhong was helpless, rubbed his cheeks, and said with emotion, "I know you have resentment, but it must be more than just the word "Bo Qinglang", but you also have to think about it, I have been disappointed in this world for too long in my life. "

"disappointment?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, "What are you disappointed about? What the hell do you want to see in the world? Just because you want to see it, you have not put half of your effort into the world you want to see..."

"Oh, you made a start, but you just made a start, and then you just ignored it and just watched with cold eyes!"

The old man sighed.

Cao Zhong frowned and said, "There are some things that cannot be accomplished by one person."

"Can't it be done by one person?"

The old man spat, "What about Lao Yue? That guy doesn't know this truth? Didn't he just die when he said he would die? He said he would die when he said he would die. You keep thinking about the world, but at the critical moment, you gave up even half of your strength. ? After sitting on the sidelines, why don’t you say shamelessly, I’ve been disappointed with this world for a long time, why don’t you panic? "

Speaking of getting excited, the old man looked around, as if he was looking for someone to take advantage of him, and he was about to hit the young scholar in front of him on the head.

The scholar said nothing and just shook his head.

The old man was startled, and then heard some footsteps outside the door.

A voice asked, "Can I still drink tea? It's the shopkeeper's."

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