Han Yiming smiled, and Qian Ruohua said again: "What's more, in our faction, there are few divisions and brothers from any faction who come and leave, and most of them have lived here for a year and a half. Although we can't compare to Lingshan here, we won't dislike it if we want to come to the junior brother. The smallpox Taoist also lives here, and his old man is a frequent visitor to my faction, a very kind and kind elder, and everyone talks together, and is it not happy?"

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't speak, so that the appearance of the smallpox Taoist with a pockmarked face immediately appeared in Han Yiming's mind. He thought that he had suffered from smallpox when he was a child, so he had some pits on his face, and although he was cured later, his face was still pockmarked with pockmarks. Han Yiming couldn't help but think of his "cannibalism", Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Shen told him to be careful, and he must remember not to come to him, he suffered his loss, and then regretted it.

Sure enough, things gather like and people are divided into groups. The smallpox people and the Pingbo Dao people fell in love like this, so it can be seen that they are really a raccoon dog. However, Han Yiming didn't think that they could really be as virtuous and humble as his teacher, so he didn't want to get close to them. But at this time, these thoughts can only be suppressed, but we have to carefully examine what the Pingbo Dao people are going to do? I am afraid that he has some strange thoughts, and even the smallpox Dao people are involved in it, which is very bad for Lingshan.

Just thinking about it, I heard a rough voice outside the courtyard scolding: "What? Senior Brother Qian is accompanying that little rabbit cub? Is he really here? Isn't this sent to the door? Look at how I clean him up!" Han Yiming didn't have to really see him, just hearing his voice, he knew who was coming. Smiling slightly, he shook his head gently, he wanted to be quiet, but when he heard Song Chuqun's voice, he couldn't help it. Qian Ruohua also saw the look on his face, a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you have a good cultivation, don't be like him." I'll clean him up. Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I won't." Sure enough, with the footsteps of "Tengteng", Song Chuqun rushed in front of the little Taoist priest who brought the tea, and broke in. As soon as he came in, a pair of eyes as big as bull's eyes, white and black, looked at Han Yiming first. As soon as he saw Han Yiming, he immediately scolded: "Good boy, you really dare to come and see me tear down your bones." As he spoke, he pulled up his sleeves and pounced on Han Yiming.

Han Yiming had already fought with him, and knew that he was just a big man, and when it came to his own cultivation, he really couldn't help himself, and he didn't move, just looked at him. Song Chuqun is really a person with a bloody face, his face is flushed, his nostrils are wide open, and he is obviously extremely angry. Qian Ruohua stood up, stood forward, and stopped him: "Senior brother, you are shouting, what kind of system are you doing?" Song Chuqun just wanted to reach out to grab Han Yiming by jumping past him, and said in his mouth: "Senior brother, he let our Senior Brother Fang suffer such a big loss, and deceived Senior Brother Du, how can I let him pass? Good boy, hiding behind my senior brother is not a good man, if you have the ability to come out, let's fight!" If Han Yiming didn't think about what Senior Brother Gu said to him, the sentence "Fight, fight, can you beat me?" was about to pour it out, but remembering Senior Brother Gu's words, he wrapped this sentence around his mouth twice and swallowed it back into his stomach, but he took a long time to pick up the tea brought by the little Taoist, opened the lid and looked at the soup, and his mouth was also thirsty, so he took a sip.

Qian Ruohua was originally stopped between them, but after listening to Song Izuqun's words, his face turned purple with anger, and he pushed him out with force, scolding: "Get out of here! You are not enough to do and more than to lose!" Thinking that this sentence made Song Izuqun extremely unhappy, and wanted to justify, but where was Qian Ruohua's opponent, Qian Ruohua continued: "Senior Brother Han is a distinguished guest invited by the master! You came here to be presumptuous! Fortunately, Senior Brother Han doesn't care about you! You go out for me quickly!" The tone was stern, Song Chuqun was pushed out of the door by him, and Qian Ruohua called the little Taoist priest outside the door: "Drag him out, dare to come here again, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless! Let you also be punished together!"

Han Yiming didn't care about this Song Izuqun's disrespectful words, but Qian Ruohua's sentence of "not enough success is more than defeat" made him suspicious, you must know how scheming this Qian Ruohua is, everything has to be revealed in his mouth, but it is even more difficult, if it weren't for the Song Izuqun's temper, how could he say this? What are they going to do to themselves? I couldn't help but raise my eyes and glance at Qian Ruohua's back. He didn't know when he became so obedient and listening, but Qian Ruohua's words really made his heart move when he heard it.

He really wanted to know what Qian Ruohua's words meant, but he forcibly suppressed the incomprehension in his heart, and didn't say a word, just looked at the tea in his hand again and again. Although his family was rich in the past, he was not extravagant, and he was not so elegant. The tea is also good, the so-called good, but the tea soup is refreshing and the color is bright. He also knows that some people are particular about drinking tea, not only about tea, but also about the water they use to make tea. Water is divided into countless kinds, river water, river water, well water, spring water, stream water, etc., which water is the best to brew which tea, which kind of water can not be brewed which kind of tea, all have full of exquisiteness. He is not even picky about tea, and he is not particular about the water used. He didn't know anything about it, but he used to hear his father say that this is how people who are particular about drinking tea. At this time, he looked at the tea carefully, just to avoid making Qian Ruohua suspicious. They didn't even want him to know they heard him.

After a while, Qian Ruohua closed the door, walked to the chair he was sitting on, and smiled at Han Yiming: "Let my junior brother laugh, my junior brother Song is a cannonball." Although he has grown so many years older than his junior brother, he is not as calm as his junior brother at all. Han Yiming smiled slightly: "Senior brother doesn't have to take it to heart, I don't mind." Qian Ruohua said with a smile: "That's right, Senior Brother Han is the most generous." My master and his old man once said that Senior Brother Han is the smartest disciple who does not show his face. ”

Hearing his words, Han Yiming was a little surprised. I don't know what he meant by this, why did he want to listen to the words of the people of Pingbo Dao to himself? Han Yiming was puzzled, but he didn't speak, and he didn't even show up at all. Qian Ruohua saw him looking at the tea carefully, so he said, "Senior brother, what kind of tea do you always like to drink?" Han Yiming said: "I, I don't have anything to pay attention to." Qian Ruohua said with a smile: "We generally drink hairy tips, and we drink coarsely." I watched my junior brother look at this tea carefully, and his brows were furrowed, thinking that he felt that this tea was not good. You're welcome, I'll tell them to bring some good ones. Master, his old man himself drank Yinmao Peak. He got up again and went to the door, and said to the door: "You go to the ancestor and ask the ancestor for some silver hair peak." ”

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