Zhang Yang is both unfamiliar and familiar with Yanjing. He knows the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, [***], Zhongnanhai, and the names of many places of interest. However, he doesn't know which location or which road can get there closest.

Everything was blank in his mind... Finally, the motorcade stopped next to a low building in the night. The building was quite old, and the walls were covered with withered yellow vines.

, it looks very old, but it is very clean. Although the windows are made of wood, they are well maintained, the paint is bright, and the glass is clean. The path from getting off the car to entering the building is very particular. The cobblestones are very white, large and small.

Also just right.

The guard gates have been opened, and guards are in every corner. They can't be seen at all in the night, and the vehicles leave soon after... The house is very spacious, and it doesn't have antique furniture as Zhang Yang imagined. Although it is very old, it is absolutely

Not the ancient kind, but the ancient kind of the 1980s, just like the movies of the 1980s. The colors are monotonous, the furniture is bulky, and even the curtains are made of fabric with a bamboo pattern, which looks very rustic.

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An Eight Immortals table, with a dim light bulb hanging above the table. Above the light bulb, there is a white magnetic cover, which is a typical lamp of the 1980s.

A guard has already brought a boiling water bottle over, and four white teacups have been prepared on the Eight Immortals table. The teacups are of the highest quality. The purple sand cups are a bit like large wine glasses, not the kind with lids.

The general took his seat first, and the three of them also took their seats one after another. The guard poured the boiling water on, and immediately, an intoxicating aroma of tea rose in the air.

"How is it?" the general asked, squinting his eyes and lowering his head to gently smell the fragrance overflowing from the cup.

“Great tea!”

Zhang Yang carefully smelled the light but elegant fragrance. This was indeed good tea. Zhang Yang still had some research on tea ceremony. Basically, people who like calligraphy have certain interests in tea, wine and poetry.

There are many things in common among them.

"This tea has no name, haha. Moreover, there are no tea leaves in the place where this tea is produced. Eighteen years ago, someone planted some seeds with them, and they grew tenaciously in that place that was not suitable for tea trees. Worldly things

Impermanence, things are impermanent... Who knew that tea trees can actually grow in that stormy sea area, haha, things are impermanent..."

The general looked at the night sky outside the window with his deep eyes, and sighed softly, seeming to recall endless past events.

"No wonder the fragrance of this tea is light but extremely long. It turns out that it grew on an isolated island in the ocean with strong winds and waves. Presumably, the tea tree suffered from the wind and waves every day and developed a persevering character. The growing tea leaves

The taste is long and fragrant!" Zhang Yang took a sip and found that this tea was slightly different from the tea he had drunk before.

"Haha, you do have some skills. Rumor has it that you were a geek when you were in school. You studied calligraphy deeply but didn't write. You learned a lot about chess but didn't play well. You studied tea ceremony but didn't drink. You spent all day in the dormitory...

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"Um...cough...cough..." Zhang Yang just took a sip of tea and almost spit it out. His face turned red. The scar was exposed again. This time, it was the general who exposed the scar. This made Zhang Yang

There is a feeling of shame and embarrassment, one mistake will lead to eternal regret!

"Pfft...ah...Brother Bing, I'm sorry...hahahaha..."

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang couldn't hold back the spray, but Liu Biao couldn't help it. He turned his head and sprayed it on the guard next to him. The guard looked at his spray-wet clothes depressedly. He didn't understand what was so funny about this.

"Haha, don't be embarrassed. Men are all good. It's just that some people can control it and some people can't. Everyone has evil thoughts in their heart. Your hobbies are far from being discussed.

You are not evil, otherwise, the school will not give you a punishment such as expulsion and detention for probation." The general said with a smile.

"That's that, that's..." Zhang Yang didn't know what to say and could only nod his head. Even if he didn't agree with him, it was impossible to refute the general's words.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang was shocked. He was proficient in tea ceremony, calligraphy, and Go. Not many people in the school knew about this. Why did the general know?

It's not surprising if he knows calligraphy. After all, Zhang Yang took calligraphy classes when he was bored at school and showed off his skills when he had nothing to do. However, almost no one knew about tea ceremony and Go. Why did the general know about it?

If the general paid attention to him, he should have paid attention to him after the explosion. After all, the explosion was very mysterious and there might be some secret hidden in it. It is natural to notice him, but even if he paid attention, he would not notice him.

What happened before the explosion, could it be that before the explosion happened, all his affairs had already fallen into the eyes of the general?

Zhang Yang's heart palpitated for a while. It seemed that he was enveloped by a huge screen while he was reading, and he didn't even notice it.

"When you come to Yanjing this time, you should come to me for something!" The general was drinking tea and did not notice the fleeting change on Zhang Yang's face.

"Yes, Japan's Taihe sent you a war note. However, the war note has been lost, so I can only convey it verbally. Yamato invites you to meet during the Qingming Festival." Zhang Yang collected his emotions and said.

"Well, I have enough time. I heard that your calligraphy is good. Can you copy the words on Yamato's post?" the general asked after bowing his head and being silent for a while.

"It's a bit difficult..." Zhang Yang hesitated a little. Dahe's battle sticker actually had the word "war" on its surface. Although it was a simple word, it was filled with overflowing murderous aura. One person could bring out the murderous aura.

Bringing it into calligraphy can give people a shocking feeling, which is definitely not what he can do.

"Well, give it a try, this is very important!" The general waved his hand gently, indicating to the guard to get the paper.

Zhang Yang nodded, he also wanted to know if he could write that kind of momentum and that murderous aura.

Soon, the guards prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones. It seemed that there was no ready-made ink here.

Zhang Yang politely refused the guards to polish ink and did it himself. Polishing ink is also a technical job that requires a lot of patience and some meticulous skills. The ink produced is of the highest quality. If you don't have a good calligraphy work,

If the ink is of the highest quality, then it will be of the lower quality.

Of course, there is another most important reason. Zhang Yang needs to gather energy. If he wants to write the murderous spirit of Dahe, it is obviously impossible without the help of "The Long Road to Immortality".
Chapter completed!