God Descends the Second Element

In the capital, in an ancient courtyard, the sky is gradually turning yellow, and the sun is setting in the west. The light falling in the courtyard is reflected in the lake in this small courtyard, which has a unique charm.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a bit of white hair on his temples and a black robe worn by ancient Confucian scholars. He looked about thirty or forty years old and had a face as gentle as jade but still dignified. He was sitting on a chair in the pavilion. Savor the tea.

The tea in the tea cup is very particular. The imperial brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian Special Grade Royal Eighteen has a market price of 12,000. However, this middle-aged man with a face as gentle as jade tasted it as ordinary tea. No expression fluctuations can be seen on the face.

For people who can live in this courtyard...no, I should say that they can live in this special and small area, it is a very special symbol in itself.

Perhaps people who regard money as dirt in the eyes of ordinary people are considered to be people who can live in this area. Of course, there are one or two money fans among them who are exceptions.

The Royal Brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian Special Grade Royal Eighteen, a middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe can taste it like drinking boiled water, because although this thing is relatively expensive, it is still easily available in the market.

Of course, there is an even rarer thing in his house, the eighteen trees of the Old Longjing Imperial Tea Garden.

A few years ago, the price of good Mingqian Longjing was about 50,000 yuan per catty. This meant Longjing beyond the 18 trees.

As for these eighteen trees, 400 buds are collected from each tree, and a total of 7,200 buds are collected. They can produce about two taels a year. There is no way to talk about price. It can be said that even if you have money, you can't buy them. rare stuff.

This rare thing is a special agricultural product for special groups of people. Only a small number of people in the whole country can drink it, and the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion in front of him happens to be one of them.

In fact, this rare thing sounds very precious, and of course it is indeed very precious. However, when you get it, it doesn't have the bright and shiny packaging that outsiders think. It just gives you a little from there in a plastic bag or rice paper. Wrapped up for you, the packaging is very simple and unpretentious.

Even the middle-aged man wearing a black Confucian robe in front of him would not get too much. There are better tea leaves on it, such as the mother tree Dahongpao on Wuyi San, but this is only a few. If an old man from his family can taste it, even he would have to stare blankly.

"Master of the house."

At some point, a strong man in a black suit suddenly walked out from the corner of the yard. He knelt down on one knee facing the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion, bent deeply and lowered his head.

But the middle-aged man seemed not to have heard these words, and was still drinking tea. After a while, he put down the teacup. The bottom of the teacup hit the table and made an inaudible sound. The ears of the strong man in the suit trembled slightly. , but heard this sound that was impossible to detect in ordinary ears!

When the soft sound completely disappeared, the middle-aged man in the pavilion showed no intention of turning around. The man in the suit still showed no intention of raising his head, but he spoke respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Young Master was over there recently. It has already begun to take action, and now it has created literary works that have taken neon by storm, so I took a physical book from there.”

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

The middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion finally responded, but he showed no intention of turning around.

Seeing this scene, Li Dashan breathed a sigh of relief and took out a hardcover book from his arms and placed it next to him.

Originally, this book was not on sale in Neon, but as Li Dashan, it was easy to get a copy in advance. This book was also printed out in Chinese version.

He continued to sort out the information collected over the past few days, quickly organized the words, and said: "At the same time, the young master has also published his own comics in the weekly jump these days. It seems that the progress is a bit... not smooth. In addition, there are only The Busujima family is the same as before, and several other families with weaker foundations have chosen to leave separately, and the young master has no intention of pursuing it further."

"Well, say hello to Neon, you can go down first."

The middle-aged man said lightly, and Li Dashan responded quickly, stood up slowly, and retreated quietly.

Just as Li Dashan was about to leave, the middle-aged man called out to Li Dashan again, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "Don't do things too thoroughly, just say hello and warn those who are uneasy." As long as the person breaks it up, and this matter, try to... don't let him know..."

"Okay, Master."

Li Dashan bowed deeply again, turned around and left the courtyard quietly.

Suddenly the whole courtyard seemed empty again, and Wang Rendao stood up from the chair in the pavilion. He had a face that was as gentle as jade but showed vicissitudes of life, and his whole temperament was like that of a highly virtuous and respected scholar in ancient times. This is the type of gentleman mentioned in the book.

Even though Wang Rendao has entered middle age, except for some graying on his temples and a slightly weathered face, he shows no signs of aging. He can be said to be a handsome and handsome middle-aged male god.

The head of the Wang family of the Celestial Dynasty, who had an extraordinary status and usually held a high position of power, felt that his steps were a little weak for the first time when he walked in this courtyard where there were no outsiders!

After walking a few steps, he bent down and picked up the hardcover book that had been placed aside. Wang Rendao sat on the steps of the pavilion without any fuss, not feeling anything dirty about the steps.

There is no trace of the airs that the contemporary head of the Wang family of Tianchao should have, and he is not like Wang Rendao of Tianchao in the eyes of others. Instead, he looks a bit simple.

At this time, he just took advantage of the yellowish light falling from the sky and began to read the hardcover book in his hand. The five Chinese characters for "Five Centimeters per Second" were written on the cover. Wang Rendao stretched out his hand and slowly read it.

It wasn't until nightfall that he closed the book in his hand and looked at the twinkling stars in the east in silence, with a wry smile on his lips.

Second speed of five centimeters? As expected, the child followed her mother, but even at a speed of five kilometers per second, he couldn't catch up with her...

It wasn't until a pretty middle-aged woman came out of the bright room in the courtyard to call him that Wang Rendao stood up slowly, flicked the dust off his body, and held the book tightly with his hands behind his back. , walking step by step towards the brightly lit room.

However, Li Dashan, who had just left this courtyard, had quietly taken the fastest flight to Neon. There were some things that he had to personally tell the other side, and he never thought about whether the other party would agree, because behind him It is the Wang family of Tianchao, and the man behind it is Wang Rendao of Tianchao.