Hearing what happened, the ancestor of the Huang family trembled for a while, if something went wrong in the middle, he didn't know how serious the consequences would be. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But now it just so happens that the worst doesn't happen, and I have an excuse to go down the stairs.

Thinking of this, his expression softened a little, and he hesitated for a moment before saying to Zhang Qing: "Thank you Daoyou for helping." ”

"It should be," Zhang Qing didn't have a cold face this time.

After this experience, the atmosphere instantly eased.

The ancestor of the Huang family thought about it, but still stretched out his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, please go into the city and talk about it." ”

It was really strange for the group to stand here, so Zhang Qing didn't refuse, and nodded: "Okay." ”

"Hurry up and go home, and don't mess around outside. The ancestor of the Huang family barely made a face, yelled at Huang Tao and them, and then took the lead and flew up.

Is this to avoid others and talk to himself in detail? Zhang Qing saw what he meant, so he said to his sister-in-law Liang Huang Li a few times: "Okay, let's go back! I'll talk to your grandfather about the establishment of the lower courtyard." ”

As soon as the Huang family ancestor's words fell, the sister-in-law frowned and was about to condemn him for abandoning the behavior of herself and others, but after hearing Zhang Qing's words, her face immediately changed color and changed to a smile.

"Well, seniors, don't forget me. "This docile little daughter's posture, where can you still see the ferocious appearance that has just arrived?

I have to say that a good school is definitely the pursuit of most young people, just like a good university. So much so that even the second generation of immortals like Huang Li, whose grandfather is a Yang God-level powerhouse, is extremely eager.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the Huang family ancestor couldn't help frowning, but in the end he endured it and didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, I'll open the back door for you. Zhang Qing smiled narrowly, with a little teasing. It caused a little guy who was still very thin-skinned to blush.

"Hahaha!" Seeing their embarrassed appearance, Zhang Qing couldn't help laughing, and then flew away behind the ancestor of the Huang family.

This is a young man! Zhang Qing was still a little emotionally in mid-air, and he was still shy to enjoy a little privilege, if it was an old fritter, I am afraid that he would not feel it at all.

"In the sky above Gray Rock City, no one below the Yang God can fly," Suddenly, the ancestor of the Huang family on the side spoke, but his topic changed a little stiffly, and it was very abrupt.

Zhang Qing was awakened from his contemplation, and he was a little amused when he heard the words. It is conceivable that the other party's heart is definitely not as calm as he showed at this time, so that he is a little incoherent in his speech.

Smiling, Zhang Qing finally explained: "Daoist friends don't have to be nervous, I just came out to relax, and I came here by chance, and I just had a little idea." ”

It's okay that Zhang Qing didn't explain, but as soon as he explained the Huang family's ancestor's face, he couldn't help twitching a few times, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What am I nervous about? I'm just introducing you to Greystone City. ”

His tone was very tough, if Zhang Qing hadn't been paying attention to his expression, he would probably have been really blinded.

But now! Zhang Qing could only say one sentence, the dead duck has a hard mouth.

However, there was no point in arguing about this, Zhang Qing just smiled and didn't say anything more.

So the atmosphere became dull again, and the other party wanted to say something several times, but in the end he didn't say it.

Zhang Qing saw it, but he didn't care at all, anyway, it wasn't himself who was holding his breath. On the contrary, the more eager the other party is, the better it is for themselves.

Negotiations have not yet begun, and if they continue like this, I am afraid that they will win half the battle.

Until they reached the middle of Greystone City, the two of them didn't talk to each other for a long time.

Zhang Qing looked at the scene under his feet with interest, although Limestone City is not ranked in the entire Beidou Wasteland, but after all, it is also a city with a long heritage, so it looks very weather.

Just like now, a river passes through the city and circles around the very center, so that a separate island appears in the center of the city.

The island is scattered with pavilions and pavilions, small bridges and ancient trees everywhere, and there are all kinds of low-level spirit beasts running among them, and from time to time you can also see monks in twos and threes or practicing spells, or meditating and pranayama.

It can be said that don't look at the strength of the Limestone Sect in general, but the accumulated background over the years makes it look like a completely immortal scene.

When Zhang Qing saw this scene, he was a little envious, this unique aura was unique to the Immortal Cultivation Sect in his heart.

The ancestor of the Huang family on the side could clearly see Zhang Qing's expression, which made him feel a little better in his heart. has been pressed to death, but now he has finally regained a little face.

The two did not stay in the air, and under the leadership of the ancestor of the Huang family, they fell straight into a garden.

Under the cover of layers of trees, on the hillside of the garden, there is an unexpected gazebo.

There was also a small stove in the pavilion, which was burning on the stone table.

Zhang Qing just glanced at it, saw a mud pot with a trace of steam, and then looked at the various utensils on the side, and knew what the ancestor of the Huang family was doing just now.

"Dao Friendly Yaxing," casually praised, and Zhang Qing sat down unceremoniously.

He didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, which made the ancestor of the Huang family roll his eyes.

However, it is rare that he does not have the consciousness of quarreling, but is busy skillfully with his hands and feet.

Boil water, twist tea, make tea.

At first glance, he is a good player in this, and a set of actions is smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Please. ”

Stretching out two fingers and gently pushing a cup of tea in front of Zhang Qing, the loss and tension on the face of the ancestor of the Huang family had disappeared, replaced by peace and tranquility.

There were some surprises, but not regrets. Compared with the unstable mentality of the ancestor of the Huang family, a cup of tea is more important to Zhang Qing.

"Thank you!"

Stretching out his hand, Zhang Qing unceremoniously picked up the teacup and took it all in one gulp.

That action, that momentum, made people think that he was drinking instead of drinking tea.

He didn't know how to taste tea, but it didn't prevent him from feeling the taste.

Lay people drink a lot, who helps the fragrance of tea.?

I remember that there is such a poem, but Zhang Qing is just that layman, but it does not affect him to taste the three flavors.

Yes, this is Zhang Qing's feelings.

Other than that, there is no other.

The tea is fragrant in the mouth, and there is no other taste.

The ancestor of the Huang family held a pot in one hand and raised a glass in the other, looking at Zhang Qing quietly, neither surprised nor amazed by his actions.

Counting the white years of life, what kind of tea drinker he has not seen, what kind of posture has not been witnessed?

The past has gone with the wind, and nothing has touched my heart. In his opinion, the world is full of all kinds of things, and the heart is like water.

Zhang Qing put down the quilt and pushed it in front of him, he raised the pot to pour tea, and Zhang Qing drank it all.

And so on, five times.

Putting the cup down again, Zhang Qing's face still had a hint of aftertaste.

"Huang Daoyou, I am going to establish a lower courtyard here, and there will be three Yang God-level masters in charge at that time, accept disciples, and inherit the Great Dao, how about it?"

"Smack!"

Zhang Qing's words came too suddenly, without a hint of warning, and then the Huang family ancestor's face changed greatly, and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, what state of mind, what calmness, what the world is all about, everything is just illusory.

All that is left is horror. (To be continued.) )