Capítulo 25: Undercurrent
China, Bei Jing.
In a certain courtyard, there was greenery and the sound of birds constantly.
An old man wearing a white exercise dress, facing the sun, playing Tai Chi, his eyes were flat and very soft.
"Master, I got the accurate news just now that the Old Immortal has indeed gone down the mountain." Next to him, a middle-aged man reported cautiously.
After the old man listened, his original soft eyes condensed in an instant, and the surrounding air suddenly seemed a bit cold.
The middle-aged man who was reporting only felt some difficulty breathing.
"Is the news accurate? In the future, he won't go back again?" The old man spoke, his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Yes, master, before the Old Immortal left, he said to the special police officers guarding at the door that there will be no Longevity Temple anymore..."
The middle-aged man continued to report.
Hu!
After listening, the old man took a deep breath, stopped his movements, and recovered.
"I see, you go busy your own things." The voice was very low. After the middle-aged man slowly exited the courtyard, a sharp light appeared in the old man's eyes. He returned to the room, holding it up with trembling hands for a long time, he used the red phone to dial a very familiar number in his memory.
Toot toot...
After a long time, the phone was connected.
"Hey! It's me!" There was an imposing voice on the phone, and this voice alone could stop many people.
"Mr. One! He is out of the mountain after all..." The old man spoke slowly.
Snapped!
After speaking, without responding to the person on the phone, he just hung up the phone with a snap.
Out of the room...
The greenery was still there, the birds talked constantly, and the sun was just right...
But he did not know why that he always felt that the weather today was a bit abnormal.
...
In the United States, in a luxurious private estate.
An elderly Chinese man with a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth was vomiting out smoke.
He was lying on a rocking chair.
Showing one arm...
His arms are full of tattoos, densely packed, and looked quite scary.
In these tattoos, a needle was pierced and the infusion was being performed.
Next to him, there were two white maids standing respectfully, both of them were young in age, beautiful and lovely.
One of the maids was holding the best red wine, and the other was holding an infusion bottle.
After the old man smoked a few cigars, he took the cigar away, and the maid who served the wine cleverly handed it to the old man's mouth. Then the old man was unceremonious and took a big sip, looking full of pride.
Behind, there was a Chinese doctor in a white coat. When he saw the old man's unscrupulous lifestyle, the corner of his mouth kept twitching and wanted to speak, but he still didn't have the guts.
Toot toot...
However, just after the old man had completely dried a bottle of red wine, the phone next to him suddenly rang.
He picked it up leisurely and the phone was connected.
The person on the other side was very old, but the voice was quite loud.
"Hey! I heard that the Old Immortal is out of the mountain, man, are you sure?"
Old Immortal?
Behind, the Chinese doctor listened and his legs trembled suddenly.
As for the two maids, they were unclear about that. They were foreigners and did not understand the Chinese language.
"I'm sure, and according to the news, when the Old Immortal came out of the mountain, he also brought a young man... but there is no photo at the moment, and I don't know what his identity is. After he went down the mountain, Cheng Shou was arranged to go there. Picked him up, and checked in at the Golden Age Hotel in Q City that same day. It seems that the Old Immortal is very angry at what the Zhao Family did."
On the other side of the phone, the voice that came out was calm and the tone was offensive.
After hearing this, the old man raised his brows and immediately laughed, "Hahaha... The Zhao Family is too stupid! In the past, because their family had a deep relationship with the Old Immortal, they could travel unimpeded all over the world. I don't know what made them go crazy this time, they actually let a younger generation make trouble, it seems that they're bored of living...
Okay, man, I already know the basics. By the way, there's something I need your help with, I'm very busy here, so help me prepare a private jet, and inform China Air Traffic Control. Since the Old Immortal is out, I must go to see him. As for the young man, maybe he's a newcomer that the Old Immortal has cultivated, so let's just forget about it if you can't find out about him."
"Okay." Thus, the call was ended.
"One more bottle of red wine..." The old man laid down in a good mood and told the maid in English.
...
In addition to these two...
In fact, the whole world was moving today.
Except for the nine great families, no other forces knew that Ye Bei was the real culprit behind the scene.
And these nine big families, after they went to Kunlun Mountain to meet Ye Bei, and returning to their respective families, they all let their descendants manage their families' properties for the first time, and at the same time let them do business well and ignore any movement.
Just…
The more so, the world, on this day, became weirder and weirder.
And Q City had become the core position in this undercurrent.
Golden Age Hotel, in the Presidential Suite.
Ye Bei was standing in front of the French window with his hands...
The unfamiliar scenery gradually became familiar.
But on the streets, there were so many vehicles and pedestrians that were constantly flowing, making it an alternative scenery.
Similarly, outside the hotel, the stalemate was naturally unable to escape his eyes.
However, he didn't care about the storm that was about to erupt outside the hotel, he believed Wang An would handle it well.
Originally, his eyes were on the street, but after a long time, Ye Bei moved his sight to the void again.
It's too early.
After the heavy snowfall, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was very clean without the slightest dust.
However, when Ye Bei was watching, there was a flash of indifferent light in those wise eyes...
"What an impetuous world!" After a long time, he opened his mouth and gently spat out such a sentence.
Whoosh!
And just after his voice fell, outside the Golden Age Hotel, the guys in black suits that Cheng Shou brought directly collided with the local dark forces in Q City, and the noises continued to make the scene even more chaotic.
At this time, Ye Bei turned his gaze back.
After glancing at the crazy fighting scene... he slowly turned around and walked towards the sofa in the lobby of the presidential suite.
In front of the sofa, there was a crystal coffee table bordered with gold.
On the tea table, there was a set of tea sets and tea leaves in a wooden box...
Ye Bei sat on the sofa, perhaps because the sofa was too soft, he was a little uncomfortable, so he got up, found a hard seat in the lobby and sat down again, then stretched out his hand, opened the wooden box with grace, and took out the Qingcheng Taoist tea that Wang An brought out from the Longevity Temple and he slowly brewed it.
Soon, the fragrance of tea overflowed in the presidential suite.
And outside the Golden Age Hotel...
The two sides completely fought together, the original fresh air was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood, the atmosphere started to turn crimson…
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Capítulo 26: Tea Ceremony
Golden Age Hotel.
Young Master Wu's door was locked, his whole body was buried in the quilt, and his body couldn't stop shaking at all.
"Brother, something went wrong... Hurry up and help me find a way. I'm here at the Golden Age Hotel. Now, this is where the black forces are fighting, it is very serious. You are all from the Q city, didn't you say that yesterday that you will definitely help me no matter what happens?" His voice was rushing like a bullet train.
The person Young Master Wu called for help was the same person who had dinner with him a few other brothers at the farmhouse yesterday.
As his voice fell, there was another voice emitted on the phone, full of doubts, "Young Master Wu, that, I drank a lot yesterday and had a headache. What did you say, I didn't hear it clearly, can you say it again?"
"I said let you bring someone to rescue me!" Young Master Wu shouted.
"Hey, hello... can you hear it? Damn Unicom, why is the signal so rubbish?"
Snapped!
The phone was hung up just like that.
Young Master Wu who was hiding in the bed twitched fiercely after hearing this.
...
In the presidential suite.
Creak!
After going down and giving Cheng Shou some instructions, Wang An returned and gently opened the door.
Huh?
However, when he stepped into the room, his body was taken aback.
The scent of tea in the air made his anxious state of mind directly transformed into peace. After seeing Ye Bei pouring the tea himself, Wang An reacted and ran towards the coffee table.
"Master, these things, let the old slave come!" The voice was a little anxious.
"Sit!" When Ye Bei saw Wang An coming, he didn't give him the teapot, he just said a word indifferently.
Then, holding the teapot in one hand, the fragrant tea slowly poured on the toad made of purple sand, the mist gradually emerged, and the tea fragrance in the air became more and more intense.
Wang An gently sat on the sofa next to him, watching quietly.
Ye Bei's movements were very smooth as if they had been repeated for thousands of years.
In fact, as he grew older and lived in the Longevity Temple, Wang An also had a very deep understanding of the tea ceremony. Many former friends even came to the Longevity Temple in person and asked him to be their teacher in order to learn the tea ceremony.
However, now Wang An only felt that his skills were not at the same level as Ye Bei's.
It's as if broken tiles meet porcelain.
Ye Bei's movements were too elegant, rinse teapot and teacups, heat water, put tea leaves into the teapot, wash tea leaves, brew tea, pour tea soup into teacups... Every move was done in one go, full of artistic sense, Wang An just looked at it and felt his state of mind improved several times at this moment.
But Ye Bei, while performing these actions, thought of the first time he made tea thousands of years ago.
It was still the Tang Dynasty at that time.
He had seen that glamorous Wu Zetian, with his support, ascended the throne and proclaimed the emperor and held the hall.
But on a whim, he started making tea on his own in the hall.
The intoxicating fragrance of tea floated through the hall.
That pot of tea astounded countless people, and even the empress, who had been frosty, looked mesmerized with peach blossoms.
"A grain of millet hides the world, cooks mountains and rivers in a half-liter pan."
Even, because of that tea brewing, Ye Bei chanted a poem casually. It was only because of the longevity that Ye Bei acted without regard to his name. Later, he gave the poem to Buddhism and used it in the tea ceremony as it continued to spread through ages.
It's a pity that time went by, the old man was no longer, and the tea was no longer the same tea.
Ye Bei looked at ease and sighed inwardly.
Wang An was still watching, unconsciously, he felt a little fascinated, and with the passage of time, he gradually found that all his inner worries were swept away, replaced by a very mysterious void.
In this way, half an hour passed.
When the strong tea aroma in the entire presidential suite gradually became elegant and fresh, Ye Bei began to do the last process.
Two cups of tea were poured in a row.
The cup was very small, it's not enough to drink.
After the tea was poured, Ye Bei continued to speak, shaking his head gently, "I haven't made tea for a long time, so my skill is a bit rusty, Little An, this cup of tea belongs to you..."
Hearing Ye Bei's voice, Wang An, who was still in that state of air, trembled suddenly, and quickly said, "Master, no... this is the tea you poured, how can this old slave deserve it?"
"Take it!" Ye Bei's voice was cold, with a commanding tone.
"Yes! Master..." When Wang An heard this, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and tremblingly picked up the small cup of tea from the coffee table, acting very carefully, for fear of spilling the tea, but the more so, the more unstable he held it. From time to time, tea dripped onto his fingers.
At this moment, Ye Bei also picked up a cup of tea, placed it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently.
The fragrance of tea was still there.
It's a pity that the long journey of longevity was vacant of any being.
Feeling the rich fragrance, Ye Bei's deep pupils showed a touch of emotion that was difficult to detect.
Then, his wrist moved.
That cup of tea was drunk by Ye Bei.
Upon seeing this, Wang An immediately drank the tea, it was a bit hot, but he resisted it.
But soon, when the tea was flowing in his mouth, Wang An's eyes lit up.
This tea was so delicious.
It's just right, the taste was neither strong nor weak.
The elegant tea fragrance lasted for a long time in the mouth as though endless.
This kind of tea was the real tea.
Wang An couldn't help narrowing his eyes, wanting to feel the smell quietly.
However, Ye Bei's voice sounded softly at this moment, "Little An, in fact, making tea is an art, it is also a piece of tea, and it tastes different when brewed in the hands of different people... How do you feel about this cup of tea?"
"Back to the master, this is the best tea an old slave has ever drunk. I didn't expect that you have such a high level of accomplishment in the tea ceremony. If those so-called tea masters are lucky enough to drink your tea, I guess never again will they dare to call themselves tea masters."
Wang An said, these words were all from the deepest part of his heart, and there was absolutely no meaning of flattery.
"Sigh! Tea requires tranquility, but there are always people who like to make noise." Ye Bei sighed lightly, "This cup of tea is just a remnant product!"
Clatter!
Ye Bei put down the teacup, in that instant, the tea aroma began to fade away.
When Wang An heard this, puffy sweat particles suddenly appeared on his forehead... The empty state of mind just now turned into fear.
"Master…"
He opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse, his face was pale and fearful.
"You go out and have a look." Ye Bei got up and walked toward the French window again.
"Yes." Wang An's body trembled slightly, looking at Ye Bei respectfully, his body slowly retreated towards the door.
During Ye Bei's tea making time, the battle outside the Golden Age Hotel should already be over. The next thing would have to be handled by Wang An.
But for some reason, when he thought of the word "remnant product" just now by Ye Bei, he felt that something big was about to happen in a few days.
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