"Coco, you go back to the car first, don't come out until we come back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Qin Zheng has never been someone else's master, but it is still decent to really do it, no, the first thing I thought of was Coco's safety.

Coco nodded obediently and returned to the car first.

Just like Coco said before, the tea pavilion is very large, very wide, like a place like the mountainside, the land is free, how big you want to build, it all depends on the mood of the owner.

The other end of the tea pavilion is ventilated, there is no wall, just surrounded by a simple railing, and beyond the railing is the cliff, the scenery is good.

"Guest, do you want tea?" At this time, a man dressed as a guy lifted the curtain behind the counter and walked out expressionlessly, obviously asking questions, but his tone did not fluctuate without any fluctuations.

"What kind of tea do you have here?" Knowing that Qin Zheng was not good at socializing with people, Lin Xiyu took the initiative to take on this "heavy responsibility" reads;.

"Pu'er. ”

"Then let's have a pot of pu'er. ”

After the man stepped back, the two of them continued to look at the tea pavilion quietly.

The décor here is very elegant, with sandalwood tables and chairs, and white drapes on the floor, but just because of the wind, everything has a different effect.

The curtain that should have been quiet and elegant was blown high by the wind, making a rustling sound, like a white ghost asking for his life in the wind, adding a chill to the day.

Now that I think about it, it is very abnormal to open a tea pavilion that should be quiet in this kind of place, not to mention that it is inaccessible, even if someone comes, it is mostly a traveler in a hurry, how can anyone calm down and come here to drink tea?

"Guest, your tea. The man was still expressionless, and put the tea on the table at will, his movements were very unprofessional, his hands and feet were slightly heavy, and suddenly the teacup was poured, and some tea overflowed from the spout of the pot and fell on the handle.

The man didn't panic, as if nothing had happened, he put the teapot and teacup in the center of the table, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait. When it was too late, Qin Zheng suddenly grabbed one of his guy's hands.

"Is there anything else, guest officer? The guy stiffened his face, tilted his head and looked at Qin Zheng, there was a faint red light in his eyes, and the hand that was not caught was quietly clenched.

"Brother buddy, I have a task here, are you interested?" Qin Zheng didn't look at the guy's face, his two eyes looked straight at the teapot, and no one could figure out what he was thinking at this time.

Even Lin Xiyu didn't understand what Qin Zheng wanted to do, the strangeness here was already clear at a glance, the tea was still steaming, obviously the temperature was extremely high, and the tea overflowed on the handle, but the guy was still unconsciously carrying the handle of the residual high-temperature tea, but there was nothing unusual, obviously, this guy was a cultivator,

In this inaccessible mountainside, a cultivator in a tea pavilion is a guy serving tea and water? This alone is already the most unusual of the unusual.

It's just that this Qin Zheng even asked people if they would do the task, did he want to develop believers for his "system god"? Well, after a few days of contact, even she, an atheist, has some to admit the magic of the so-called system, but it won't be like that!

"I'd like to ask you about the owner's house, can you tell me. ”

"You know him?"

Qin Zheng noticed that the guy's tone was slightly urgent, and his snort was obviously heavy, as if he was a little nervous.

"I just don't know you, so I want to ask you. ”

In fact, in the task panel in Qin Zheng's mind, such a task was indeed refreshed, and the task content was to understand the information of the owner of this tea pavilion.

"The king's shopkeeper is not here today, if you look for him, come back another day. With that, the guy withdrew his hand from Qin Zheng's hand, and then left with stiff steps.

"The master of this place is not surnamed Wang. Qin Zheng said.

"How do you know he's not surnamed Wang?"

"Look. Qin Zheng picked up the teapot, which was a purple clay pot, and a poem was engraved with a yellow pen line on the brown pottery base, which was a poem about tea, "This tea word and the tea word on the white banner at the door are a handwriting." ”

Then, his thumb fell from the poem to the inscription in the lower right corner, and there was only one word - square.

"The owner of this place should be surnamed Fang. ”

Obviously, the guy here shouldn't be the original guy of this tea pavilion, for the master's surname, either he has something to hide, or, he really doesn't know, in any case, this person surnamed Fang may have had an accident.

"Qin Zheng, have you noticed, that guy's eyes are bloodshot, his body is stiff, it may be ......" Before Lin Xiyu's words were finished, the guy lifted the curtain again and walked out, and then stood behind the counter, staring at Qin Zheng and the others, making people a little cautious.

Lin Xiyu lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had considered it in his heart, and then slapped the case and shouted out the second half of the unfinished sentence loudly, "Evil cultivator!

When it was too late, a huge fan was opened, and it directly swept through the surrounding circles of tables and chairs, but it was a pity that this fine sandalwood was lost.

"Evil cultivator?" Qin Zheng was stunned, and immediately, there was one more task in the task bar-Punish evil cultivators.

"Miss Lin, do you want to do the task!" Qin Zheng asked loudly at Lin Xiyu, who was rushing towards his partner.

"Is there a reward!" Lin Xiyu didn't look back, his feet were like riding the wind and waves, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Yes!" Qin Zheng nodded affirmatively, he was a professional NPC and never paid off.

"Then I'll do it!" the treasure fan blade came out of the sharpening, and the silver fan shadows flew together with her figure, the momentum was quite spectacular, but everywhere she passed, everything was torn to shreds.

"That's good. Qin Zheng received the prompt that the task had been successfully issued, so he bypassed the battle scene and walked to the back of the tea pavilion, anyway, this task was done by her, and he just sent the task.

He was just a little worried about Uncle Liu, who went to the back of the tea pavilion first, and a little curious about the owner's family surnamed Fang.

Bypassing the main hall of the tea pavilion, the first thing that catches your eye is a tea-making room, in which there are all kinds of tea, some Qin Zheng knows, and some he doesn't know.

After the tea room was the stable, Qin Zheng saw Ma and Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu fell to the ground in a coma, and there was a bloody wound on his head, but his life was not hindered for the time being.

Qin Zheng threw him a recovery technique, and continued to walk deeper, and behind him was the place where the master of the place lived by himself.

As he expected, the gentleman surnamed Fang seemed to enjoy life, bedrooms, baths, and study rooms, there should be a lot of living configurations, and the faint bloody breath came from the study, the closer he got, the stronger the smell!

Qin Zheng pushed open the door, and a bloody aura that had been suppressed for a long time came to his face, and in front of him was a tragic scene, three people fell in a pool of blood, a man, a woman and a teenager.

This should be a family of three, in which the couple suffered a penetrating injury and has lost their vitality, while the teenager has a broken arm and is still alive.

Qin Zheng walked quickly towards the young man and threw several recovery techniques at his wound, and at the same time, Qin Zheng's brain suddenly jingled.

Seeing that the young man's misty eyes seemed to be slowly regaining consciousness, Qin Zheng rubbed his temples and asked helplessly, "Do you want to do a task?"

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