As an innocent bystander, Xia Tian was worried that Tianjizi might slap Fang Yan to death at any time.
Xia Tian thought, if I were this Taoist priest, I would also beat Fang Yan to death. This is really too much.
Sure enough, Tianjizi raised his wrist.
His palms were shaking, but the tea in the cup didn't spill at all. Not only that, the steam coming out of the cup suddenly disappeared.
It was a very strange scene. The water was boiling hot one second ago, and in a flash the smoke disappeared, the steam dissipated, and the hot water turned cold.
Snapped!
Tianjizi slammed the teacup on the table.
The teacup did not break, but the sour pear wood table began to shake.
Xia Tian was so frightened that she leaned back involuntarily. She was worried that Tian Jizi would not be able to control his anger and splash the tea in the cup onto Fang Yan's face, and she would suffer as well. The tea was so hot that she didn't want to be disfigured. Then she thought, when masters fight, shouldn't they splash tea on each other, pull each other's hair, or have a ball-kicking battle
The tea was not cold, it was frozen.
In the summer, I touched it with my fingers and it was real ice.
OvO!
Xia Tian's eyes, which had always given people an intellectual and elegant feeling, suddenly changed into this. She couldn't accept or believe such a change.
Is this a magic trick
The golden Pu'er tea soup turned into golden ice cubes, which were crystal clear and sparkling under the light, looking very cute.
Fang Yan was also shocked.
He knew that this Taoist priest was a master, but he didn't expect that he was an expert among experts.
Just based on the move he used, 'Throwing Water into Ice', it was already astonishing. His internal strength was far better than anyone else's.
Tianjizi closed his eyes and muttered something.
The frequency of his lips moving became faster and faster, and then he suddenly let out a muffled "Huh".
The shout was not loud, but it was extremely harsh. Xia Tian's face turned pale, and Fang Yan's ears felt like they were being pricked by needles or bees, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Not only Xia Tian and Fang Yan suffered, but other guests of Tingfeng Teahouse were not spared either.
When they heard the shout, the faces of those who were discussing became embarrassed, the eyes of those who were ambiguous were terrified, 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 people up in a while.
They all felt as if they had been hit by something, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not find the weapon or object that had hurt them.
They all thought it was a fright and were concentrating on doing their own things but were startled by the sudden sound.
So, one by one they pointed at the middle-aged Taoist priest and cursed him.
"Why are you yelling in the middle of the night? Do you have any manners at all?" This is a more polite way of cursing.
"Old man, are you tired of living? Do you believe I can slap you to death?" This is a more courageous way of cursing. To be honest, Fang Yan was looking forward to him coming over to slap the old man.
"Which dog is barking in public? Take it back now and stop running around-----" This was a way of cursing one's own death. Fang Yan didn't even have the heart to look in the direction where he was.
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Tianjizi ignored the attacks and insults from outside, slowly opened his eyes, and his expression became clear and bright again. He looked like a master who had attained enlightenment.
He looked at Fang Yan and said, "Buddhism emphasizes karma, Taoism emphasizes fate. My friend Fang Yan, you and I are predestined. Otherwise, how could you break my faith with just a few words? Although this 'breaking curse' came from my mouth, it was caused by you - so this resentment should be recorded on you."
Xia Tian looked at Tianjizi helplessly and said, "Master, Fang Yan often breaks my peace of mind."
Xia Tian is the most qualified person to speak on this matter. When she and Fang Yan first met, they had all kinds of unpleasant things happen. Fang Yan has a kind heart but a poisonous tongue. Feng Yuancheng was almost pissed off when she met him.
"That's also fate for you two." Tianjizi said in a pretentious manner, with a face like a charlatan. "If it's not fate, the world is so big and the population is so diverse, how come there are only two of you sitting here in the Tingfeng Teahouse drinking tea and listening to the wind?"
Xia Tian opened his mouth slightly, feeling that what he said made a lot of sense and he was speechless.
Tianjizi's research focus was Fang Yan, so he once again cast a gentle and benevolent look on Fang Yan's face and said in a clear voice: "If there is a destiny, then we must cherish it. Fang Yan and I hit it off right away. I also saw that you have the heart of Tai Chi but are not arrogant or impatient, have a noble character, and are as wise as the sea. Therefore, I think Fang Yan is the most suitable inheritor of the Tai Chi Diagram-----"
Fang Yan stared at Tianjizi with eyes wide open and said, "You want to give me the Tai Chi Diagram?"
"It's not 'send', it's 'pass on'." Tianjizi corrected his choice of words. That's a treasure, how can it be given away? It can only be passed on. Look at how the ancients said 'carry on the unique learning of the saints', they used the word 'inherit' which means inheritance.
"Free?"
"free."
"You just said it is the most precious treasure of your sect?"
"Indeed."
"What kind of dragon soul do you think is inside it?"
"Protect the Chinese Dragon Soul."
"Are you sick?" Fang Yan asked in disbelief. "Why don't you keep such a good thing to yourself and give it to an outsider like me? You can pass it on to your sons and grandsons. Oh, sorry, I don't know if you are married or have children. You can also sell it. If it is as mysterious as you say, it will definitely sell 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, thinking it was too embarrassing.
Is this the destined person that I have chosen? What kind of monster is this? Can such a person really inherit the Taoist culture and protect the immortality of the Chinese dragon soul
Tianjizi reached out and grabbed the teacup that he had just slammed on the table. The coldness of his palm calmed his anger a little.
He looked at Fang Yan with a serious face, and said in a selfless spirit: "That is China's greatest treasure, owned by all Chinese people. How can I collect it for my own selfish reasons? Also, the Tai Chi Diagram cannot be sold. We cannot sell our totems and spirits----"
Fang Yan's face darkened and he said, "You mean to say that the Tai Chi Diagram cannot be sold or passed on to one's sons and grandsons?"
"That's right." Tianjizi said firmly. There is no room for negotiation on this matter.
“What can I do with it?”
"Inheriting Taoist culture and protecting the Chinese dragon veins - if you have a great opportunity, you may be able to decipher the nine-character mantra in the Tai Chi Diagram. I think it will benefit you throughout your life."
"You give me something, I can't sell it, nor can I pass it on to my son or his girlfriend. The only thing I can do is play a word game with it, and then pass it on to someone else when I'm almost dead."
"Wait for new opportunities to appear, and the Tai Chi Diagram will naturally have new inheritance." Tianjizi said.
"Am I sick?" Fang Yan was so angry that his body was shaking. He pointed at Tianjizi's nose and cursed: "What good will this do for me? It won't benefit me at all. You give it to me, and I have to give it to someone else. What if I develop feelings for it? What if I can't bear to give it to someone else? In this case, I might as well not have it from the beginning."
"That is the Tai Chi Diagram, one of the four great books of China, everyone dreams of obtaining it-----" Tianjizi still 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 Taoist priest pretending to be a ghost, or an old man with a wretched appearance, would grab a passing teenager and say, "Young man, I see that you have a unique figure, a noble bearing, and a good mind. You are a rare martial arts genius. If you practice hard, you will become a great man in the future. Come here. I have a copy of 'Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing'. Anyone who believes this is an idiot."
"------"
"Master, are you okay?" Xia Tian asked cautiously. She felt that the Taoist priest had been hit too hard tonight. She didn't know if he could bear it.
"It's not the right time. It's not the right time." Tianjizi said with infinite regret. "The old monk is right. Let's wait and see. Let's wait and see."
Tianjizi stood up and turned around, brushing his sleeves with his hand. The tea that had just frozen into ice began to melt again, with hot steam rolling out.
Fang Yan's pupils widened and his heart trembled.
His eyes were fixed on the cup of tea and the rolling mist above it without blinking.
He stretched out his palm and touched it. The heat was real, not just some cheap trick on the street.
“A dead tree is coming back to life.” Fang Yan exclaimed. “A dead tree is coming back to life.”
He pushed the chair away and stood up, but there was no trace of the middle-aged Taoist priest.
He grabbed Xia Tian's shoulders and asked, "Did you see him? Did you see where he went?"
"No." Xia Tian shook his head. He didn't understand why Fang Yan was so excited all of a sudden. He didn't act like this even when the boiling water melted into ice. "I'm looking at the tea in the cup."
Fang Yan went to ask several people and also asked the waiter at Tingfeng Teahouse, but 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 you would pass the Tai Chi Diagram to me, so why don't you give it to me quickly? Don't you just want to take me as your apprentice? It's not that easy to take an apprentice? Other masters cry and beg their apprentices. If one time doesn't work, they will come a hundred times. If one day doesn't work, they will come a hundred days. Can you at least hold on for a while? When I didn't agree, didn't you slap me twice?"
Fang Yan cried in grievance, and shouted with red eyes: "Godfather, where are you?"
(ps: Thank you for your cousin’s reward. Congratulations to your cousin for becoming the new leader of our Guards…) (To be continued)