Chapter 293, Godfather, where are you?

As an innocent bystander, Xia was worried that Tianjizi might slap Fang Yan to death at any time.

Xia thought, if I were this Taoist priest, I would also shoot Fang Yan to death. It's too deceitful.

Sure enough, Tianjizi raised his wrist.

His palms trembled, but the tea in the cup didn't spill at all. Not only that, but the heat coming out of the cup suddenly disappeared.

It's a very weird scene, the heat was boiling a second ago, and the smoke disappeared in a moment, and the hot water became cold water.

Syllable!

Tianjizi slapped the teacup on the table.

The teacup was not broken, but the sour pear wooden table was swishing and shaking.

Summer was startled, and her body couldn't help but lean back. She was worried that Tianjizi didn't suppress the anger and splashed the tea in the cup on Fang Yan's face, but she didn't splash it well, and she also suffered, the tea was so hot, she didn't want to be disfigured, -----and then thought again, when the masters were fighting, they shouldn't pour tea on each other and pull their hair to have a ball-kicking battle, right?

The tea is not cold, but frozen.

Summer touched it with my fingers, and it was real ice.

OvO!

The eyes that have always given people a sense of intellectual elegance in the summer suddenly become like this. Such a change was something she couldn't accept and couldn't believe.

Is this magic?

The golden Pu'er tea soup turned into golden ice cubes, which were crystal clear and sparkling under the light, and looked so cute.

Fang Yan was also taken aback.

He knew that this Taoist priest was a master, but he didn't expect him to be a master.

Just with his trick of 'sprinkling water into ice', it is already breathtaking, and his internal strength can be thrown off several streets of himself.

Tianjizi's eyes were closed, and there were words in his mouth.

His lips squirmed faster and faster, and then he suddenly snorted.

The shouting was not loud, but it was extremely harsh. In summer, his face was pale and his face was pale, and Fang Yan's ears were also pricked by needles, like a bee's peck, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Not only did Xia and Fang Yan suffer, but the other guests of Tingfeng Teahouse were not spared.

When they heard this, their faces were embarrassed when they were talking, their eyes were frightened, and the smiles on the faces of those who were chatting and laughing became stiff and hideous, as if they were discussing how to cut people for a while.

They all felt as if they had been hit by something, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find anything to hurt them.

They all thought it was a shock, and they were concentrating on their own things, but they were startled by the sudden sound.

So, they pointed at the middle-aged Taoist priest one by one and scolded.

"What is it called in the middle of the night? Do you still talk about some quality?" This is a relatively elegant way of scolding.

"Old guy, you are tired of being crooked, do you believe that I slapped you to death?" Seriously, Fang Yan was quite looking forward to him coming over to shoot the old guy.

"Which dog barks in public? Quickly lead it back and don't run away----- this is a way to kill yourself. Fang Yan couldn't bear to look in the direction he was.

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Tianjizi turned a blind eye to the attacks and insults outside, slowly opened his eyes, and his expression became clear again. A virtuous demeanor.

He looked at Fang Yan and said, "Buddhists pay attention to difficult fruits, and Taoists pay attention to fate. Fang Yan Xiaoyou, you and I are destined. If not, how can you break my Dao heart again and again with just a few words? Although this 'breaking mantra' came from my mouth, it arose because of you---- so this resentment should also be remembered on you. ”

Summer looked at Tianjizi helplessly and said, "Real person, Fang Yan often breaks my quiet heart. ”

This kind of thing has the most say in the summer, and all kinds of unpleasantness happened when she and Fang Yan met for the first time. Fang Yan had a kind heart but a mouth with a poisonous tongue, and Feng Yuan was almost angry to death when he met him.

"That's what you do. Tianjizi pretended to be profound, with a divine face. "If it weren't for the chance, the world is so big, and the population is so complex, how can you be the only two of you sitting here drinking tea and listening to the wind?"

Summer's mouth opened slightly, thinking that what he said made sense, and he was speechless.

Tianjizi's focus was on Fang Yan, so he once again put his soft and charitable eyes on Fang Yan's face, and said in a clear voice: "If there is fate, you need to cherish fate." Fang Yan Xiaoyou and I hit it off at first sight, and I saw that you have the heart of Tai Chi but you are not arrogant or impatient, your character is noble, and your wisdom is like the sea, so I think Fang Yan Xiaoyou is the most suitable inheritor of "Tai Chi Tu"-----"

Fang Yan looked at Tianjizi with wide eyes and said, "You want to give me the Taiji Diagram?"

"It's not a send, it's a pass. Tianjizi corrected his wording. That's a treasure, can it be sent around? It can only be passed on. Look at how the ancients said 'inheriting the past and learning the saints', what people can use is the word 'succession'.

"Free?"

"It's free. ”

"You just said it's the treasure of your Daomen?"

"That's true. ”

"You still say what dragon soul is in it?"

"Guarding the dragon spirit of China. ”

"Are you sick?" Fang Yan asked with an incredulous face. "Why don't you hide such a good thing and give it to me, an outsider? It's good to pass it on to your son and grandson---- Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know if you've ever been married and had children. It's okay to sell it, if it's really as mysterious as you say, you can definitely sell it for a good price. ”

"-------" Tianjizi felt something flow out of the corners of his mouth. He was embarrassed to wipe it with his sleeve, feeling too embarrassed.

What the hell is this monster? Can such a person really inherit Taoist culture and protect the immortal soul of the Chinese dragon?

Tianjizi reached out and grabbed the teacup he had just slapped on the table, and the coldness of his palm calmed the anger in his heart a little.

He looked at Fang Yan with a serious face, and said with a selfless mental state: "That is the treasure of Huaxia, which is shared by Huaxia people. How can I keep it for my own personal use? Also, we can't sell the Taiji Diagram, we can't sell our totems and spiritual ----."

Fang Yan's face darkened, and he said, "You mean to say that the Taiji Diagram cannot be sold or passed on to his sons and grandsons?"

"Not bad. Tianjizi said categorically. This kind of thing is not negotiable.

"What can I do with it?"

"Inheriting Taoist culture and guarding the Chinese dragon vein----- if you have a great opportunity, you may be able to decipher the nine-character mantra in the "Taiji Diagram". I think it will definitely benefit you a lot in your life. ”

"You give me something, I can't sell it, I can't pass it on to my son to give it to his girlfriend----- the only thing I can do is play a word puzzle, and finally pass it on to someone else when I'm dying of old age----"

"Waiting for a new opportunity to appear, "Taijitu" will naturally have a new inheritance. Tianjizi said.

"I'm sick, right?" Fang Yan was so angry that his body trembled. He pointed at Tianjizi's nose and scolded, "What good is this thing for me? You gave it to me, and I have to give it to someone else---- what if I have a relationship with it? What if I am reluctant to give it to someone else? In that case, I might as well not want it in the first place. ”

"That's "Taiji Tu", the four great books of China, everyone dreams of it----- "Tianjizi still wants to work harder.

"Whoever asks for it will take it. Fang Yan said angrily. "I've heard a lot of stories like this. A monk or Taoist priest who pretends to be a ghost---- or else is an obscene-looking old man, they casually pulled a passing young man, and said Young man, I see that your bones are clear and strange, and you have a wise root, you are a unique martial arts wizard, and you will become a great weapon in the future if you concentrate on cultivation, come to me here is a copy of "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon", ----who believes in it is stupid. ”

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"Zhenren, are you alright?" asked Summer cautiously. She felt that the Daoist priest had been hit too hard tonight. I don't know if he can handle it.

"The timing is not right. The timing is wrong. Tianjizi said with infinite regret. "The old monk is right, let's see. Let's take a look again. ”

Tianjizi stood up, and when he turned around, he reached out and brushed his sleeve, and the tea soup that had frozen into ice just now melted again, and the heat rolled in.

Fang Yan's pupils widened, and his heart trembled.

His eyes were fixed on the cup of tea without blinking, staring at the clouds tumbling above the teacup.

He stretched out his palm and touched it, the heat really had heat, not those shoddy tricks on the street.

"Dead wood in spring. Fang Yan exclaimed. "It's a dead wood in spring. ”

He pushed away the chair and stood up, but there was no trace of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

He grabbed Summer by the shoulder and asked, "Did you see him, did you see where he went?"

"Nope. Summer shook her head. I don't understand why Fang Yan was suddenly so excited. I didn't see him like this when the hot water turned into ice just now. "I'm looking at the tea in the cup. ”

Fang Yan ran to ask several people again, and also ran to ask the waiter at Tingfeng Teahouse, but no one told him where Tianjizi had gone.

Fang Yan stood in the Tingfeng Teahouse and scolded, and said: "Do you old guy have a little patience? Do you want to talk about a little integrity? You said to pass the "Taiji Diagram" to me, but you quickly give me things---- don't you just want to accept me as an apprentice? How easy is it to accept an apprentice? The masters of the people are crying and shouting, hugging the apprentice's thigh, asking to come a hundred times if it doesn't work, and come for a hundred days a day---- if you don't work, can you hold on to it? When I don't agree, you don't know how to slap me twice?"

Fang Yan cried aggrievedly, and shouted with red eyes: "Godfather, where are you?"

(ps: Thank you is your cousin's reward.,Congratulations to my cousin for becoming the new head of our guards...) ）