Chapter 1032 The most bitter cup of tea

Yaoyue's fingers trembled slightly and she slowly turned her head.

The two looked at each other, and the world was silent at this moment.

Yaoyue's eyes were extremely complex, her embroidered eyebrows and the crescent lines between her eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and her smart and bright eyes stared at Chen Xun tightly without blinking.

"...Chen Xun."

"Yeah." Chen Xun swallowed hard, and his indifferent expression became a little unnatural.

"Hahaha..."

Yaoyue burst out laughing suddenly, her smile was bright and lively, "Hahaha..."

The embarrassment in Chen Xun's eyes flashed away. What was he doing in front of this Taoist ancestor...

Yaoyue looked at Chen Xun's evasive eyes and asked: "Chen Xun, in so many years, I have met a woman who is attracted to me. This is the last time. Don't lie to me again."

She whispered softly, for the last time, she didn't have time.

Just now he asked himself if there was anything unfinished. Indeed, there was nothing, just some regrets... regrets that could not be filled.

Chen Xun's eyebrows trembled, and he muttered for a long time: "Yes."

A relieved smile appeared on Yaoyue's lips: "That's good, is she...still there?"

"Died unexpectedly on the battlefield." Chen Xun didn't know why, his voice trembled a little, and his pupils contracted slightly.

He had never said these words to Lao Niu. The dusty past gradually came to his mind. No one knew how much courage he mustered up to say these words to Yaoyue.

It's just that even I didn't seem to notice it at that time. The past is like smoke and can only be kept in the bottom of my heart. If you miss it, you have missed it. You don't need to talk about it all the time.

Yaoyue took a deep look at Chen Xun. To be able to make this man speak about this woman with such an expression was enough to represent everything.

It turns out that he has never been emotionally lacking or not close to women...

Yaoyue turned her head to the side and her smile deepened. Sure enough, such powerful immortal cultivators with great talents are all affectionate people. Each person has a sweetheart in his life. They are never sentimental, let alone do evil things.

There was no surprise in her heart. Instead, she felt that it was extremely normal. There were too many cases like this in the Three Thousand Worlds. Taoist couples often died alone after being reborn, and Chen Xun's situation was no exception.

Yaoyue smiled and asked casually: "You really didn't lie to me. Can't you lie to me for the last time?"

She already knew that Chen Xun knew that she often complained about her, and this man probably already knew her thoughts. What he said now was just a polite rejection of her thoughts.

Yaoyue had a smile on her face, she never asked him to do anything, it was just unrequited love.

Chen Xun shook his head sternly: "Yao Yue, immortal, I can't talk nonsense, let alone lie to you."

"I got it." Yaoyue said with a peaceful smile, she had reached the end of the immortal road. Even if the three thousand worlds collapsed tomorrow, it would not be able to stir up any waves in her heart.

"Chen Xun." Yaoyue stood up and said with a smile like stars, "I can make you another pot of tea as a thank you for your companionship over these years?"

"Okay." Chen Xun nodded.

After a stick of incense.

Yaoyue personally moved a wooden chair with many tea sets on it, which were also her memories over the years.

Chen Xun was still sitting where he was. He raised his eyes and watched Yaoyue making tea carefully and personally. Her technique was very dexterous and dignified, and her enchantress appearance had long since disappeared.

"After I leave, you will never drink such fragrant tea again." Yaoyue lowered her head and smiled while making tea.

"Uh-huh."

"Then you have to cherish it and don't waste it."

"...Um."

"Have you finished drinking the tea that I have grown for you all these years?" Yaoyue said angrily, "You can't give it to others. You know, I grew it for you."

"...Okay, I remember." A complicated look flashed in Chen Xun's eyes, but he hesitated to speak.

Yaoyue's fingers were slightly startled, she paused briefly, and then continued to make tea.

Her long hair was gently fluttering in the mountain breeze. It was so beautiful that people couldn't get enough of it.

despair...

Inadvertently, a crystal teardrop fell into the teapot.

Yaoyue lowered her head and chuckled: "Chen Xun, I don't. The wind on the top of the mountain is a bit strong, but it's a bit strong...I'm not being pretentious."

There was a smile in her eyes, her eyes were red, and her lowered head was covered with tears one after another. There was no crying or heartbreaking, they just flowed down quietly.

"The tea is a little dirty...I'll change it again..."

"Monster Moon!"

"Ah?" Yaoyue was so frightened by this sound that she trembled all over. She didn't know what happened to her. How could a majestic Mahayana master do this...

"Just this pot."

"But it's a little dirty..."

"It's not dirty." Chen Xun interrupted Yaoyue, lowered his head and repeated, "Just this pot."

Yaoyue was speechless and nodded silently.

This pot of turbid tea brews for an hour. At this time, it is getting dusk and the twilight is clear.

Yaoyue stood aside, while Chen Xun sat and picked up the tea cup, savoring it bit by bit.

It is very bitter, as if you can smell a special regret in every drop of tea, slowly soaking into your mouth and flowing into your heart, just like the irreparable regrets brought about by the passage of time.

Silence filled the air, and only the depth of the tea reflected the depression and loss.

This is the bitterest cup of tea he has ever tasted in his life, and it is also the most difficult to let go of.

In the end, Chen Xun drank it all in one gulp, not knowing the taste.

"Yoyue, I'll keep this pot of tea."

"...it is good."

Yaoyue's face was already a little pale. She raised her head gently, and the bright moon was already faintly revealed in the sky. For a Yuehuang clan monk to sit under the bright moon, it was a privilege and a destination.

"Chen Xun, it's here to pick me up." Yaoyue raised her head and murmured, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a sad smile, "Although you don't believe it, I do."

Chen Xun looked at the beautiful figure staring into the sky, his eyes slightly absent-minded: "Of course."

A feeling of emptiness suddenly came over her, and Chen Xun knew that she didn't have much time left.

"I have never been afraid of passing away." Yaoyue raised her head and smiled, her clothes fluttering, "Chen Xun, don't worry about me, I have to leave first in this journey."

"I'll accompany you." Chen Xun said softly.

"Bury me here, I'm gradually falling in love with this place." Yaoyue turned her head with a bright smile, "I'm gradually falling in love with you too."

Hearing this, Chen Xun's pupils shrank suddenly and his heart was shocked, but his face remained calm: "Okay."

"Chen Xun."

"Here I am."

"You are the best person I have ever met in this world, the gentlest man, and the most handsome man. The morning glow in the sky is not as good as you, the sunset glow in the sky is not as good as you, and the stars in the sky are not as good as you."

"..." Chen Xun's lips trembled.

"This is what I haven't finished yet." Yaoyue clasped her hands behind her back with an unusually clear and bright smile, "It's done, there are no regrets."

"...Hmm...!" Chen Xun lowered his head and nodded, that's all.

"Actually, I was once a member of a noble family." Yaoyue suddenly said something.

"I know." Chen Xun took a deep breath.

"I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am even better at dancing, but I have never danced in front of outsiders."

Yaoyue looked at Chen Xun and smiled and said, "I can't help you too much on my way to immortality. I'll just dance for you in the end. But I can't let you think that I only know how to fight and kill."

Chen Xun chuckled and nodded slowly.

After saying this, Yaoyue stepped forward with light steps, dancing among the camellias flying all over the sky.

Her long skirt is fluttering, and her dance is dreamlike, like a broken dream flowing behind her, like a dying flower dancing in the wind.

Time passes bit by bit, the long night comes, and the bright moon rises into the sky.

Chen Xun was silent, quietly watching Yaoyue dancing alone under the moon, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He stared at Yaoyue's dance, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. This was not a beautiful dance, but an elegy that sung the vicissitudes of time, but it was a different kind of soul-stirring.

But Yaoyue's eyes never left Chen Xun, and he felt extremely regretful...

How could she have no regrets? There are three thousand worlds and billions of living beings. What a fate it is to be able to meet each other in this world. I wonder if it is the blessing of cultivating for many lives.

There was a sad smile on Yaoyue's lips, her entire body had begun to wither completely, and the origin of the immortal path had turned into bubbles and was gently broken.

Under the long night moonlight.

She waved her sleeves and turned around, and the hem of her long skirt fell to the ground. Three thousand black hair fell gently on her back, but was no longer lifted by the mountain wind. She was both chic and breathtakingly beautiful.

Yaoyue's eyes were slightly closed, the moon-shaped pattern was completely dimmed, and a camellia floated gently between her blue hair.

...pure and flawless.