As an innocent bystander, Xia Xia was worried that Tian Jizi might slap Fang Yan to death at any time.
Xia Xia thought, "If I were this Taoist priest, I would also slap Fang Yan to death. This is too much. "
Sure enough, Tian Jizi raised his wrist.
His palm kept shaking, but the tea in the cup didn't spill at all. Not only that, but the steam coming out of the cup suddenly disappeared.
It was a strange scene. The steam was boiling a second ago, but in an instant, the smoke disappeared, the steam dispersed, and the hot water turned into cold water.
Pa!
Tian Jizi slammed the cup on the table.
The tea didn't break, but the sour pear wood table started to shake.
Xia Xia was shocked and couldn't help leaning back. She was worried that Tianjizi would not be able to hold back his anger and pour the tea in the cup onto Fang Yan's face. In the end, she would be in trouble because the tea was so hot. She did not want to be disfigured. On second thought, she realized that masters should not pour tea on each other, pull each other's hair, and kick each other's balls.
The tea was not cold, but frozen.
Xia Xia touched it with her finger. It was real ice.
OvO!
Xia Xia's eyes, which always gave people a sense of intellectual elegance, suddenly became like this. She couldn't accept and believe such a change.
Was this magic?
The golden Pu 'er tea had turned into golden ice cubes, sparkling and translucent under the illumination of the light. It looked very cute.
Fang Yan was also shocked.
He knew this Taoist priest was a master, but he didn't expect him to be a master of a master.
Just by using the move 'turning water into ice', it was already amazing. His internal strength cultivation could leave him several streets behind.
Tian Jizi closed his eyes and muttered something.
His lips moved faster and faster, and then he suddenly let out a muffled roar.
The shout was not loud, but it was extremely harsh. Xia Xia's face was pale, and Fang Yan's ears felt as if they were being pricked by needles. It was very uncomfortable.
Not only did Xia Chen and Fang Yan suffer, but the other guests of the Tingfeng Teahouse were also not spared.
When they heard this shout, the faces of those who were discussing turned ugly, the eyes of those who were looking at each other were filled with fear, and the smiles on the faces of those who were chatting and laughing became stiff and ferocious, as if they were discussing how to chop someone up.
They all felt as if they had been hit by something, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find the weapon that had hurt them.
They all thought it was a panic attack and were focused on doing their own things. However, they were startled by the sudden sound.
Therefore, they all pointed at the middle-aged Taoist priest and cursed him.
"Why are you shouting in the middle of the night? Don't you have any manners? "This was a more elegant way of scolding.
"Old man, you must be tired of living. Do you believe that I won't slap you to death?" This was a more courageous way of cursing. To be honest, Fang Yan was quite looking forward to him coming over to slap the old guy.
"Which dog is barking in public? Hurry up and bring it back. Don't run around — "This was a curse that brought about one's own destruction. Fang Yan couldn't bear to look in the direction of where he was —
Tianjizi paid no attention to the attacks and insults outside. He slowly opened his eyes, and his expression became bright and clear again. He had the demeanor of an expert.
He looked at Fang Yan and said, "Buddhism pays attention to the fruit of suffering, and Taoism pays attention to fate. My young friend Fang Yan, you and I are fated. Otherwise, how could you repeatedly break my Taoist heart with just a few words? Although this curse came from my mouth, it started because of you — so, this resentment should also be placed on you. "
Xia Zhi helplessly looked at Tianjizi and said, "Spiritual Master, Fang Yan also often breaks my peace."
Xia Zhi had the most right to speak about this kind of thing. When she and Fang Yan met for the first time, all kinds of unpleasant things happened. Fang Yan had a kind heart, but he had a venomous tongue. Feng Yuancheng almost died of anger when he met him.
"That's also because you are fated." Tianjizi pretended to be profound and said with the face of a charlatan. "If you are not fated, the world is so big and there are so many people. How can only the two of you sit in this Tingfeng Teahouse and drink tea and listen to the wind?"
Xia Zhi's mouth slightly opened. She felt that what he said was so reasonable that she was actually speechless.
Tianjizi's focus was on Fang Yan, so he once again put his gentle and kind eyes on Fang Yan's face and said in a clear voice, "If we are fated, we should cherish the fate. I and my young friend Fang Yan hit it off the moment we met, and I see that you have the heart of Tai Chi, but you are not arrogant and rash. You have a noble character and wisdom like the sea. Therefore, I think my young friend Fang Yan is the most suitable inheritor of the Tai Chi diagram — "
Fang Yan stared at Tianjizi and said, "You want to give the Tai Chi diagram to me?"
"Not give, it's pass." Tianjizi corrected his words. That was a treasure. Could it be given away? It could only be passed on. Look at what the ancients said. 'Carry on the sacred arts of the past'. They used the word 'inherit'.
"For free?"
"For free."
"You just said that it is the treasure of your Taoism?"
"Indeed."
"You also said that there is a dragon soul in it?"
"To protect Hua Xia's dragon soul."
"Are you crazy?" Fang Yan asked with a look of disbelief. "Why don't you hide such a good thing for yourself and give it to an outsider like me? It's good to pass it on to your son and grandson. Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know if you have been married and had children. It's also good to sell it. If it is really as mysterious as you said, it can definitely be sold for a good price. "
"—" Tianjizi felt something flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He was too embarrassed to wipe it with his sleeve. He felt that it was too embarrassing.
Was this the fated person he had chosen? What kind of f * cking monster was this? Could such a person really inherit the Taoist culture and protect Hua Xia's dragon soul from being extinguished?
Tianjizi reached out and grabbed the teacup that he had just slammed on the table. The coldness of his palm calmed the anger in his heart a little.
He looked at Fang Yan with a serious face and said in a selfless manner, "That is the treasure of Hua Xia. It is shared by everyone in Hua Xia. How can I keep it for my own selfish reasons? Also, the 'Tai Chi Painting' can't be sold. We can't sell our totem and spirit — "
Fang Yan's face darkened. He said, "You mean that the 'Tai Chi Painting' can't be sold or passed on to my son and grandson?"
"That's right." Tianjizi said firmly. This kind of thing was not negotiable.
"What can I do with it?"
"Inherit the Taoist culture and protect Hua Xia's dragon soul. If you have a great opportunity, you might be able to decipher the Nine Syllables Mantra in the 'Tai Chi Painting'. I think it will definitely benefit you for the rest of your life. "
"If you give me something, I can't sell it. I can't pass it on to my son or my girlfriend. The only thing I can do with it is to play a word solving game. In the end, when I'm about to die, I still have to pass it on to someone else."
"Wait for a new fated person to appear. The 'Tai Chi Painting' will naturally have a new inheritance." Tianjizi said.
"Am I crazy?" Fang Yan was so angry that his body was trembling. He pointed at Tianjizi's nose and scolded, "What good does this do me? I don't get anything. If you give it to me, I have to give it to someone else. What if I have feelings for it? What if I can't bear to give it to someone else? If that's the case, I might as well not have it in the first place. "
"That's the 'Tai Chi Painting', one of the four great books of Hua Xia. It's everyone's dream." Tianjizi wanted to try harder.
"Whoever wants it can take it." Fang Yan said angrily. "I've heard a lot of stories like this. A monk or a Daoist priest pretending to be mysterious. Or a wretched looking old man. They pulled a young man passing by and said, "Young man, I see that you have a clear bone structure, an imposing appearance, and a root of wisdom. You are a rare martial arts genius. If you concentrate on cultivation, you will become a great person in the future. Come here. I have a book called 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'. Whoever believes it is an idiot."
"— —"
"Immortal, are you okay?" Xia Zhi asked carefully. She felt that the Daoist priest had suffered a great blow tonight. She didn't know if he could bear it.
"The timing is not right. The timing is not right. "Tianjizi said with infinite regret. "The old monk is right. Let's wait and see. Let's wait and see. "
Tianjizi stood up. When he turned around, he reached out and flicked his sleeves. The tea that had been frozen into ice melted again. Hot steam rolled over.
Fang Yan's eyes widened. His mind trembled.
He stared at the cup of tea without blinking. He stared at the rolling steam above the cup.
He reached out his hand and touched it. The steam really did have heat. It was not a cheap trick on the street.
"The dead tree has come back to life." Fang Yan exclaimed. "The dead tree has come back to life."
He pushed the chair away and stood up, but the middle-aged Daoist priest was nowhere to be seen.
He grabbed Xia Zhi's shoulder and asked, "Did you see him? Did you see where he went? "
"No." Xia Zhi shook her head. She didn't understand why Fang Yan was so excited all of a sudden. She didn't see him like this even when the boiling hot water turned to ice. "I'm looking at the tea in the cup."
Fang Yan went to ask several people, including the waiters of the Tingfeng Teahouse. However, no one told him where Tianjizi had gone.
Fang Yan stood in the Tingfeng Teahouse and cursed, "Do you have any patience, old man? Do you have any integrity? You said that you will pass the 'Tai Chi Diagram' to me. Hurry up and give it to me. Don't you want to take me as your disciple? How can it be so easy to take a disciple? Other people's masters are crying and shouting, hugging their disciples' thighs and begging. If one day doesn't work, they will come a hundred times. If one day doesn't work, they will come a hundred days. Can't you at least hold on? When I don't agree, don't you know how to slap me? "
Fang Yan cried aggrievedly and shouted with red eyes, "Godfather, where are you?"
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