lcionline Chapter 255 Drinking Tea
Chapter 255 Drinking Tea
"Gambling? Hmph, interesting." Xie Wanxun chuckled, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes. She flicked Xie Wanning's head with her finger: "You're lucky this time. If I hadn't regained my memories, you would have fallen off the cliff."
Xie Wan Ning covered her head, recalling the moment she jumped off the cliff. Her mind went blank, and all she wanted to know was whether Wangchuan Cliff was related to her sister.
"Sister, I believe you will catch me," Xie Wanning said confidently.
"Of course." Xie Wanxun placed Xie Wanning on the back of the magical beast and commanded it to reach the bottom of the cliff.
At the bottom of the cliff are thousands of puppet monsters, and a group of small paper figures are training the puppet monsters.
At the center of the bottom of the cliff, there is a huge pool. Beside the pool is an exquisite pavilion, furnished with a stone table and stone benches.
Xie Wanning curiously looked at everything at the bottom of the cliff. The little paper figure flew over and hovered around Xie Wanning.
The two arrived at the pavilion, and the little paper figure quickly came to life.
The little paper figure first took small steps towards the bronze kettle beside it, which was several times larger than itself. With great effort, it tilted its head back, gripped the handle with both hands, and its small body unleashed astonishing strength, lifting the kettle little by little. Hot water fell precisely into the purple clay teapot like silver threads, stirring up a cloud of steam.
Immediately afterward, the little paper figure ran to the tea canister and opened the lid. It scooped up a small pinch of tea leaves with both hands, the leaves appearing enormous in its hands. The little paper figure carefully placed the tea leaves into the purple clay teapot, then grasped the lid and steadily closed it.
The little paper figure began to gently shake the purple clay teapot. Its movements were light and rhythmic, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, as if it were dancing with the teapot in its hands. After shaking it for a while, the little paper figure put down the purple clay teapot and paused for a moment, as if waiting for the tea leaves to fully unfurl.
A moment later, the little paper figure lifted the purple clay teapot again and poured the brewed tea into small teacups. The steaming aroma of tea instantly filled the air. The little paper figure put down the teapot and used both hands to push the teacups, serving each cup of fragrant tea to the tea drinkers.
"Drink up." Xie Wanxun picked up the tea, blew on it gently, and slowly sipped it.
Xie Wanning imitated Xie Wanxun, picked up the teacup and took a small sip.
Taking a sip of tea, you first feel a slight bitterness spreading on the tip of your tongue. The bitterness is not strong, but very pure, like the thin mist in the mountains in the early morning, lingering on your taste buds.
In an instant, the bitterness gradually faded, replaced by a subtle sweetness. This sweetness was like the nectar seeping from the stamens of a newly blossoming flower in spring, fresh and natural, slowly spreading from the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth, making one's mouth water.
"how?"
Xie Wanning nodded, a smile playing on her lips: "I don't know why, but now I don't resist drinking tea as much as I used to. I didn't like the bitterness of tea, so I would naturally ignore the sweetness in the aftertaste. But now I can taste the sweetness of tea."
Xie Wanxun stared intently at Xie Wanning, then suddenly a gentle smile bloomed on her face, her eyes sparkling with tender affection.
“You little fool, no, Wan Ning. You’ve grown up.”
Xie Wanning opened her mouth slightly, stared blankly for a while, before picking up the tea and taking another sip.
"Yes! In these three years, I have served as the head of the Shadow Pavilion and the Black Market, and experienced the great war between the human and demon races. If I haven't made any progress, then I would be too sorry." Xie Wanning said with a wry smile, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.
Xie Wanxun shook his head helplessly and patted Xie Wanning's head: "Don't worry about too many things. I'm back, and I certainly won't let you bear all of this alone."
Xie Wanning looked up, and at that moment, her heart felt as if it had been gently touched by a tender hand. A warm current surged from the bottom of her heart and quickly spread throughout her body. All the past grievances and exhaustion vanished in that instant, replaced by a deep sense of emotion and happiness.
But she shook her head and smiled, "No need, it's enough for me to face all of this. I don't want my sister to suffer because of me anymore."
"Don't be stubborn. Facing the will of Heaven, you alone are far from enough." Xie Wanxun sighed and shook his head.
"No, I am no longer alone." Xie Wanning's lips slowly turned up, revealing a relaxed smile: "Now I can gather the eight major sects, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the cultivators of the Demon Clan. I have a vast army behind me."
“And the demons and me.” Xie Wanxun nodded, his tightly furrowed brows relaxing.
"But sister, why did you jump into the Sea of Chaos four years ago?" Xie Wanning asked curiously, resting her chin on her hand.
Xie Wanxun chuckled awkwardly and said, "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell into the Chaos Sea."
Xie Wanxun didn't want to recall that terrible past. How could she have been guided by a tortoise shell to jump directly into the Chaos Sea? She must have been crazy.
"Then... have you seen Qin Muyang?" Xie Wanning asked hesitantly, her eyes filled with unease and panic, afraid of hearing a bad answer.
"I've seen him, but I haven't seen him since I left the Chaos Sea." Xie Wanxun shook her head, her voice becoming somewhat subdued.
Xie Wanning simply nodded, her eyes darkening.
Is Qin Muyang really dead?
Seeing Xie Wanning's dejected expression, Xie Wanxun changed the subject: "How did you become the leader of the Shadow Pavilion? Did you kill Si Jinchuan?"
"I won't talk about it." Upon hearing this, Xie Wanning's body trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her head and said, "Si Jinchuan was killed by Yan Ze for trying to cover up my killing of Jiang Ci."
"Oh." Xie Wanxun lowered her head, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
She had previously planned to kill Si Jinchuan after leaving the Chaos Sea. Unexpectedly, although he was dead, it wasn't Wan Ning who killed him.
I still feel somewhat unsatisfied.
Xie Wanning noticed the murderous intent in Xie Wanxun's eyes and cautiously asked, "Does sister dislike Si Jinchuan very much?"
"To correct you, it was hatred. If it weren't for Si Jinchuan, I wouldn't have been so easily captured by the Qingyun Sect. I wish I could personally plunge a sword into his heart and let him know how painful it was when he blocked my path to survival," Xie Wanxun said through gritted teeth.
She clearly remembered that when Si Jinchuan stabbed her with his sword, the pain was more intense in her heart than the physical pain of the wound.
He betrayed Xie Wanxun's wholehearted trust.
Xie Wanning remained silent and finished all the tea in her cup.
"When I return, I will inform the cultivation world that I and the Demon Lord have fought to a draw, and the war between the human and demon races will not continue," Xie Wanning analyzed.
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Xie Wanxun nodded in agreement, and she reached out and took out a piece of red ribbon: "Here you go, the one you left behind."
"No." Xie Wanning shook her head and tied the red ribbon to Xie Wanxun's hair. She carefully folded the red ribbon in half and then gently wrapped it around the end of her hair, her movements gentle and meticulous.
"It suits you better."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
At this moment, an uninvited guest arrived at the Qingyun Sect.