Chang'an City is a city without shortcomings. Except for its summer, the temperature is getting higher and higher, and the hot summer sanks the streets and alleys. Occasionally there is wind, which is also a disgusting warm breath that blows the originally green and plump leaves.

It is rare to be a little cool in a teahouse in Beicheng.

The tea master is a woman who makes tea with hot water, but when she picks it up, it turns into herbal tea. Her wrinkled corners look very vicissitudes, but she is also full of indifference. She put the tea on the table and whispered: "It's a bit hot this day, and no one wants to come to drink tea, so my teahouse is a bit deserted, but the world is so ignorant. It's because of the hot weather."

Luo Yang sat on the ground, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and said, "Uncle Master, I have been here in Chang'an for many days, but I have never disturbed you. Today I take the liberty and ask for advice."

The tea master refilled Luo Yang again and said, "Don't call me uncle. Twenty years ago, I was not a disciple of Cihang Jianzhai. Now I am just an ordinary woman selling tea, so I can't give you any questions."

"No," Luo Yang said: "I have met Master Tan Ji before. He told me that only you can solve my doubts."

The tea master's hand that was sticking to the tea leaves suddenly shook. After a while, he said, "Then ask, if I can answer, I will tell you."

Luo Yang politely said: "The Buddha said that sentient beings are equal, and my disciples once believed it without doubt. However, since my disciples went down the mountain, they saw and heard that this world was not what the Buddhist scriptures said. I saw someone laughing, someone crying, someone fearing, someone fearless, someone dressed in a rich and tidy food, someone did not fill their stomachs, someone worked diligently but achieved nothing, some people sat in the mountains but achieved everything, all of this was too much, and the disciples could not see equality. The disciples only saw the people in the world struggling, but some people were still happy when they looked at the people. Is this the disciple wrong, or the Buddha wrong?"

The tea master slowly raised his head and said calmly: "I also asked the Buddha Lord this question twenty years ago, but the so-called Buddha forced me to destroy hundreds of people from Mingjian Villa. Just because the Buddha you mentioned said that Mingjian Villa is a demon, they died, so I asked me to serve the demon with my body and then kill the demon!"

"Uncle Master," Luo Yang was stunned for a moment and said, "Mingjian Villa practices demon skills and uses human lives as the foundation of practice. Are they not demons?"

The tea master shook his head and said, "So, I went to ask the Buddha, I have been in Mingjian Villa for a year, but I didn't see the demons mentioned by the Buddha, but what I saw was a group of truly righteous people. But why did the Buddha say that they were demons? They should all die?"

After being silent for a long time, Luo Yang slowly stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, uncle, for solving the problem. I understand, let me say goodbye!"

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At some point, the door of the teahouse was pushed open again, and a woman in a red robe came in, with two knives hanging around her waist, as if she could be unsheathed at any time.

The tea master raised his head again, looked at the woman pushing the door open, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Mu Lixian looked at the tea master and said, "Er Niang, you have not seen each other for twenty years, you are already old."

"You have grown up." The tea master stood up and said slowly: "A few days ago, I heard that a successor appeared in Mingjian Villa. I was thinking about who it was. I didn't expect it was you. But what have you experienced over the years? Why is this outfit?"

Mu Lixian took a step forward and said coldly: "Aren't this all thanks to you? You destroyed Mingjian Villa and me."

"I'm sorry." said the tea master.

Mu Lixian said slowly: "There are so many people you are sorry for. My name Jian Villa, from the owner of the manor, to the coachman and servant, hundreds of people, including thousands of people who live on the famous sword Villa, are all because of you, dead and destroyed."

"Are you here to avenge them today?" said the tea master.

"Yes."

Mu Lixian slowly turned around and closed the door of the teahouse and said, "I haven't slept for a long time. Every time I close my eyes, I will see many people, each of them covered in blood. They are standing in front of me, including my father, an old housekeeper, my sister who takes care of me, and the nanny who holds me up every day."

"They are all laughing at me because I survived, they are all waiting for me to avenge them, waiting for me to let them rest in peace."

The tea master sighed softly and said, "It's been so many years, so you don't have to worry about it for a while. Sit down and have a cup of tea. Erniang has been making tea for more than 20 years. At that time, your father liked to drink the tea I made for him. Now, he hasn't had the chance to drink it for him for 20 years. Why not let you drink it for him!"

The tea master held a long spoon and put a spoonful of hot water from the charcoal stove, slowly flowing into the teapot on the table. After a while, a cup of cool tea was released. She slowly pushed it to Mu Lixian and said, "This is herbal tea. I remember when you were a child, you always liked to let me make it for you. You said that the herbal tea I made was as delicious as the iced tea for you when your mother was alive."

Mu Lixian looked at the cup of herbal tea for a long time, but did not move, and said lightly: "I liked it at that time. I still like it now, but I dare not drink it. I can't forget that night, hundreds of people fell to the ground, unable to even take up weapons and could not take up their weapons, and could be slaughtered."

The tea master took a deep breath and sighed: "At that time, you were still a child!"

"Yes," Mu Lixian's eyes were cold, but two tears slowly rolled out, saying, "I was just a child at that time. In order to survive, I used a knife to kill several friends who I usually played with, and then blocked me with their bodies. That night, blood was flowing on me. I watched those who claimed to be Buddhas slaughter my relatives who could not resist with one sword."

"Later, in order to survive, I became a beggar, but God teased me. She gave me a woman's face. More and more beggars began to have strange eyes on me. Finally one day, several beggars tied me up and ruined me. From then on, I can't be a man and were imprisoned by them as a tool to vent. It was a whole three years, a dark time."

A strong look of distress flashed in the tea master's eyes, and his whole body began to twitch, and he choked and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you have suffered too much grievance... I don't know..."

A cold sky appeared on Mu Lixian's face, a little self-deprecating and a little pain, and he slowly said: "For a long time, I want to die, but when I was about to commit suicide, I remembered that there were so many souls waiting for me to avenge them. I dare not die. I was afraid that if I died, no one would avenge them again, and they would die in vain."

The tea master was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "You have too many enemies, can you kill them? They are all so powerful, can you avenge them? You will get yourself in, child!"

Mu Lixian shook his head and said, "I am not a man now, nor a woman now. I don't have to live. The only belief that can support me to live is to take revenge. I will look for the people from that time one by one. Ernie, this time it's you!"

Mu Lixian pulled out a knife and said, "Twenty years ago, my father kindly took you in Mingjian Villa. Later, in order to stand up for you, he even married you and treated you wholeheartedly. Everyone in Mingjian Villa sincerely regarded you as the wife of the owner. But you were ulterior motives and led the wolf into the house. The Gu God Sect poisoned me Mingjian Villa. Finally, he also led Cihang Jianzhai to destroy the demons. Haha, what a demon, tell me, what is the demon in Mingjian Villa?"

Tears shed tears from the corner of the tea master's eyes. After a while, he said slowly: "In twenty years, I have understood a long time ago, and I understand that I am that demon!"

"Since that's the case, then go to hell to atone for your sins!"

The short knife buzzed slightly, turned into a dark trace of light, passing through the tea master's throat, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out.

Mu Lixian was slightly surprised. She suddenly felt a little unreal. She had been looking for enemies for so many years, but she died easily in front of her. She did not have the crazy struggle she imagined, nor did she beg for mercy. Instead, she fell down with a smile on her face, as if she had received a great relief.

Mu Lixian took out a piece of oil paper from his arms, and many names were written on it, most of which were drawn. This time, she hung up a name again. This action has been going on for many years. Every time he crossed out a name, he felt that he had a little less burden and a little more relaxed on his body.

Every time she used a knife, she didn't think about whether she would kill the other party. She only knew that she should kill this person and avenge the wronged souls from Mingjian Villa. She should use the lives of these people to pay tribute to those relatives who died with their eyes closed.

The tea master fell down, his eyes slowly closed, but a smile appeared on his face, an indescribable smile.

Mu Lixian looked at the Erniang who had been calling him for several years, and hated that he had died in front of him for countless years. It was so quiet!

"Uncle Master, Senior Sister Luo Yang asked me to tell you that there are people in Mingjian Villa..."

The door was suddenly opened again, and a disciple of Cihang Jianzhai came in. As soon as he came in, he saw Mu Lixian holding a short knife, and blood was still flowing from the tip of the knife.

"Who are you?" The disciple of Cihang Jianzhai immediately pulled out his long sword and asked.

"Cihang Jianzhai!"

Mu Lixian snorted coldly, and made a murderous intent. He walked out with his right hand and his body slid. The blade was cold and pierced the woman's throat. The short knife drew a graceful arc in the air, which fell right at the throat of the disciple of Cihang Jianzhai.

Another corpse fell down with reluctance.

With the short sword back to the sheath, Mu Lixian quickly left, and he could not stay here for a long time. After all, this place is Chang'an City, and no one can easily escape by killing people in Chang'an City. At least except for a very few people, these people definitely do not include Mu Lixian, who is not even innate.
Chapter completed!