Chen Xia planted two trees at the door, one was a jujube tree, and the other...
In addition, he also built a simple pavilion, nothing much, but just right for playing chess and drinking tea.
Brewing tea is an art, also called the tea ceremony.
Anything, as long as you get into the dao, it becomes extraordinary, representing profoundness.
The history books recorded tea ceremony masters, who used a sea as tea water, everything in the sea was tea leaves, heaven and earth were the cup, becoming one tea.
Afterwards, drinking this cup of tea water, it was a step to become a great saint, able to contend with the quasi-emperor.
Things in history books always have some exaggerated elements, but Chen Xia really believed in the power of brewing tea, because he had already started studying it.
However, Chen Xia did not use the heavens and earth and all things to brew tea, but used yesterday's tea water to brew today's tea.
So the question is, is Chen Xia's tea today's, yesterday's, or even the day before yesterday's?
This question was very interesting, and the interesting point was that you could not delve too deep, you just drank it as an ordinary cup of tea and that was it.
But obviously this way you could not comprehend the dao.
Chen Xia was different, every time he drank, he would tell himself.
This is a cup of tea from two years ago, but the taste is just right.
That's how he was considered to have entered the door in the tea ceremony.
The leisurely days of playing chess and drinking tea had not lasted for a few days when they were urgently broken.
It was a little elder, with a panicked face, who ran over to ask Chen Xia to stand up for him.
"Those formal disciples are really hateful, not only did they beat people, they also robbed me of my life treasure, I could tolerate these, the key is that they even dared to speak ill of you."
"I really couldn't stand it, so I went forward and fought desperately with them..."
"But you didn't die either." Chen Xia held a cup of tea, a little curious.
"I was determined to die, intending to defend your reputation, but they were frightened by my fearlessness, only beat me up, then cowardly ran away!"
Chen Xia looked deeply at the little elder, feeling that he was a talent, being able to speak of being beaten so righteously, not often seen.
At best, only Big Yellow Dog was like this.
"So now you want me to stand up for you?" Chen Xia leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and asked flatly.
The little elder quickly clasped his fists respectfully, "You are our leader after all, I don't care much about being beaten and robbed, but damaging your reputation is really unbearable."
"Well, ordinary people really can't stand it." Chen Xia nodded flatly, then quickly smiled, "Fortunately I'm not an ordinary person."
The little elder was startled, immediately looked up, staring at Chen Xia, then hurriedly said, "But...but you accepted my gift."
"It can be returned, the gift box is still there, I can repackage it and give it back to you." Chen Xia answered plainly, putting down the teacup in his hand.
The little elder's eyes shifted, cold sweat ran down his back, wetting his clothes, he lowered his head slightly, and after a moment, gritted his teeth and asked, "You're afraid!"
Chen Xia's expressionless face leaned back in his chair, his fingers flicked lightly, and a drop of tea water in the teacup suddenly shot out, with the momentum of a roaring tidal wave.
But the speed was incredible, coming without warning, hitting the little elder's chest, then really pounding him like tidal waves.
The little elder at the transporting mountain realm was pressed down, kneeling, sliding back hundreds of meters, plowing a deep furrow in the ground.
The little elder's face was shocked, the expensive fabric on his knees was torn, scraping his skin and revealing blood, but he didn't dare get up and raise his head.
Chen Xia's not very loud voice rang out, but steadily reached the ears of the little elder hundreds of meters away.
"I accepted your gift, I should have helped you, but don't take me for a fool, I'll take the nonsense you spouted earlier as a joke, laugh it off and not say anything about you."
"But this provocation afterwards..."
Chen Xia's words paused, then he pointed at the little elder and scolded: "Do you really take me for an idiot?"
Even if you want to provoke, can't you use some clever rhetoric, coming at me with "You're afraid", do you really take Chen Xia for a 3-year-old child to deceive?
If the rhetoric had been a little cleverer, Chen Xia would not have been so angry.
The little elder knelt on the ground, cold sweat running down his back, already soaking his clothes, shivering uncontrollably, and quickly begged for mercy, "It was me who was courting death, offending you, please spare me, adults do not care about villains!"
As the little elder spoke, he also kowtowed.
Chen Xia glanced at him, also feeling quite speechless, given the little elder's rhetoric and personality, it was no wonder he got beaten on both sides.
Although Big Yellow Dog also loved to exaggerate things, he was sincere, without much ulterior motive.
In general, he was a good dog.
"Get out of here." Chen Xia waved his hand casually, and added, "The gift you gave me, come back to my abode another day to take it back yourself."
"No no, something given to you, how could I take it back." The little elder hurriedly shook his head.
"Whatever, I don't need it anyway, just come get it when you want it." Chen Xia casually replied.
The little elder got up, not daring to wipe the blood and dust on him, hurriedly clasped his fists in salute to Chen Xia, then quickly left.
He did not harbor the slightest resentment towards Chen Xia, the gap between them was just too great.
It was as great as between a dog and dog shit.
Although there was a "dog" character in both, they were not on the same level at all.
Moreover, Chen Xia was still young now, with an even more magnificent future ahead, destined to be someone who would stand on the peak.
The current Chen Xia could crush him with a casual move, let alone the Chen Xia who would enter the Heaven Mending Realm thousands of years later, by then he estimated a thought could directly annihilate the little elder.
"But by that time, Chen Xia's memories won't have me anymore, so a thought still can't annihilate me, because he simply won't remember me," the little elder murmured, only able to comfort himself this way.
Compared to resenting Chen Xia, he hoped even more that Chen Xia would not remember him.
Otherwise he really wouldn't be able to live even with 10,000 lives.
The little elder was exceptionally worried, and even wanted to leave Blue Sky Sword Sea at this point, to find a remote place to farm, and be a local tyrant.
However, Chen Xia obviously had no intention of resenting him, because he had made a more important discovery at this point.
At some point, when Chen Xia's consciousness was immersed, above the Turtle Breathing Art, he saw two more big characters.
Life Art!
And under Life Art was a long passage of text Chen Xia could not understand, only one introductory sentence he could read clearly.
Life is a boat, the Heavenly Dao is the sea, taking the boat to cross the sea, taking life to accomplish the Heavenly.
Chen Xia fumbled for a long time, apart from this sentence, he could understand one more character.
A crooked body character.
He sat there, thinking of a way, when a magical idea suddenly came to his mind.
Chen Xia added the points he had just obtained to magic power.
His eyes flashed, his consciousness became clear and suddenly enlightened, and the line of text neatly arranged appeared before his eyes.
[Consume 10,000 years of lifespan to obtain an incarnation with 70% of the main body's strength.]
Damn.
This was not even an incarnation.
This was a youth version of Chen Xia!
Let's get to the point!
Cold joke time.
"Old acquaintance." Little Ming said looking at the charred Wang Lao Han.
Good night, good night, good night.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
