The Art of Life and Chen Xia Youth Edition

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.