After Lu Tingxuan took the sword, he didn't go to the hall immediately, but walked out of the bungalow, and walked to the feng shui lake and danced a set of slow swordsmanship, seemingly deliberately wanting the old Taoist master and apprentice to wait a little longer. After he had finished dancing the unstructured sword, he put it back into its scabbard and walked down the hall.

Lu Tingxuan carried his sword to the hall, and in the hall, there were four people, two old Taoist priests and apprentices, standing straight in the middle of the hall. The old Taoist priest's face was a little anxious, while the young apprentice standing beside him did not squint and thought about something quietly.

Lin Jun and Anzi each leaned against the walls on the left and right sides of the hall, their eyes fixed on the two uninvited guests who were in a hurry. Lin Jun was just out of curiosity, while Anzi was still thinking about when and where he had seen this young man.

"Dao Chief, come with me!" Lu Tingxuan did not enter the hall, standing under the door and calling softly. After the old Taoist priest came back to his senses and walked towards him, he turned around again and walked into the inner hall. After turning a corner in the inner hall, he pushed open a door and walked in.

It is a study-like room, with mahogany bookcases filled with classical books on all four walls, except for the one where the door is located. In the middle of the room was a white tiger skin on the ground, and on the tiger skin was a low table, around which four futons were neatly arranged. A quaint tea set is placed on the table.

"Mr. Lu likes old things!" Mu Yi quipped after looking around.

Lu Tingxuan glanced at Mu Yi, noncommittal, and then suddenly said: "The sword you want!" At the same time, he slammed the sword in his hand into Sanqing, who was carefully observing the layout of the house. Sanqing was not careful, and was hit by the sword that suddenly flew and fell to the ground, but still caught the sword.

"Master, Master, sword!" Sanqing got up, rubbed his buttocks, and handed the sword to Mu Yi.

"Useless things!" Mu Yi pretended to be angry and scolded Sanqing and took the sword.

"Oh, hehe, blame me, blame me, it's heavy!" Seeing this, Lu Tingxuan first frowned, and then covered his mouth and smiled.

"Sword, the Dao Leader has already gotten it, the white fox blood, I think it should be on the way to send it, but I don't know what I want, how is the Dao Chief's preparation?"

"Don't be in a hurry, a cup of tea, Mr. Lu may wait. Mu Yi replied with a smile.

"Okay, then let's have a cup of tea first!" Lu Tingxuan greeted, and then took the lead in sitting down and adding tea leaves to the teapot.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and he walked in with a white fox in one hand and a steaming kettle in the other.

"Drink tea, how can you not call me!" left and right half-jokingly, walked directly to Lu Tingxuan's side, put the kettle on the table, and sat down gently, the whole process, as if there were only two people in the room, he and Lu Tingxuan, did not even look at Mu Yi and Sanqing.

Mu Yi hesitated, also walked to the table, sat down cross-legged, and quietly waited for Lu Tingxuan to make tea, Sanqing did not sit down, but stood quietly behind Mu Yi.

Lu Tingxuan made a pot of tea, poured four cups, handed one cup to Mu Yihe and the left and right, and then raised another cup and motioned for Sanqing to take the tea.

Sanqing thanked him, stepped forward to reach out for the tea, and just as he was about to touch the teacup, Lu Tingxuan suddenly withdrew the teacup, Sanqing felt empty, and was stunned on the spot.

The white fox, which had been snuggling in the arms of the left and right, suddenly became excited, it raised its head to look at Sanqing, its eyes revealed fear, and then began to struggle, and finally broke free from the arms of the left and right, jumped to the ground, and quickly ran to the corner of the room, secretly aimed at Sanqing, and curled up in a ball.

"There's dust in the tea, I'll change a cup for you!" Lu Tingxuan said with a smile after quietly watching this sudden change in the scene.

"It's okay!" Sanqing said in a deep voice without changing his color.

"Oh, then I wronged my brother, it's a pity that such a good tea is poured, isn't it?" Lu Tingxuan didn't speak, but sat on the side and said something faintly.

Sanqing smiled slightly, reached out and picked up the cup of tea that Lu Tingxuan had put on the table, and drank it all up, as if he didn't feel hot at all. Then put the teacup back on the table and slowly walk back to its place.

"As soon as you look at the Taoist, you will know that you are a person who has truly attained the Dao, but you don't know where to cultivate the Dao?" left and right gently took a sip of tea in the cup, and then turned his head and asked.

"Oh, this gentleman has a good reputation, I am an ordinary Taoist priest of Youfang, I have cultivated Wild Fox Zen all my life, and in the end I still got nothing, so I only accepted such an uncompetitive apprentice!" Mu Yi replied with a smile after listening to the questions from the left and right, and then took a sip of tea.

"Dao Chang is still modest, ordinary people can walk into the gate of this Lu family, can they drink the dragon well treasured by the Lu family?" said with a gloomy face, not knowing what to think.

"Oh, yes, but according to sir, then sir, you must not be an ordinary person! dare to ask sir's name?" Mu Yi said respectfully. This conversation was unexpected by Sanqing, and it was completely out of Mu Yi's own improvisation

"Me. It's just a stinky painting, and those broken paintings are just in the eyes of Mr. Lu, compared to the Taoist chief, it's still far behind, far behind!" Lu Tingxuan immediately poured a second cup of tea for him.

"The person who paints is the person who is truly self-cultivation, I wonder if I have the opportunity to see Mr.'s paintings?" Mu Yi said with a pretending to be full of anticipation.

"I really didn't have anything to take, I'm afraid that I would hurt the eyes of the Taoist chief and ruin the three views!" left and right hurriedly waved their hands and politely refused.

"It's okay to take a look!" Lu Tingxuan, who had been watching Mu Yi and Lu Tingxuan, who had been watching each other coldly, suddenly opened his mouth, and then got up directly and walked towards the bookcase behind him, and after a while, he turned around and walked back to the table, still holding a painting scroll in his hand.

"It's ugly!" stood up left and right, half-grabbed the scroll from Lu Tingxuan's hand, untied it gently, and the scroll rolled and showed it in front of Mu Yi.

Mu Yi looked at the painting, the whole painting was empty and had no background, only a fox with snow-white hair crawling on the ground, still blinking his eyes.

"This, this, Mr. is really a god!" Mu Yi was shocked, he couldn't hide his excitement, and bowed to Mu Yi beside him. He couldn't believe that someone could paint a living picture, and he felt like he was in a mythical story.

Sanqing secretly glanced at the painting in his left and right hands, and on the painting, there was only a pair of white bones, trembling and trembling.

In the corner of the room, the white fox looked at Sanqing in fear, trembling constantly.