90,000 Years of Longevity

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.