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They waited nearby, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.

One is to open their eyes, and the other is to look forward to it, if the people at this table eat some leftovers and don't want it, then for them, they are all rare treasures.

But in the atmosphere where only Tang Mingyang's table was talking and laughing, such a discordant angry scolding suddenly came from downstairs.

Not only scolded Shang Gengjian for being a big bastard, but also scolded Shang Gengjian for wasting ugly Aoki tea?

Don't die!

Everyone present was a little excited.

Who doesn't like to watch it?

Let's see, which one is not long-eyed, arrogant here?

This time I kicked this iron plate, and if I don't die, I have to peel off my skin.

Sure enough, when Shang Gengjian heard this voice, his gentle eyes also had a trace of anger at this moment, and the sword flashed.

Dare to call him a big bastard?

Look for death!

"Ahh

Qian Qianqian, who was pale next to her, was startled when she heard this voice.

She seemed to recognize the voice.

But just when she tried to stop it, it was too late.

I saw a thin old man who had already walked up to this teahouse.

He has tea-green hair, a long beard, and eyebrows, all of which are also tea-green.

His waist is a little rickety, but his steps are steady and powerful.

He hurriedly walked upstairs, his nose kept sniffing, as if he was sniffing the smell of ugly Aoki tea in the air.

"Ah, shopkeeper, you ......"

When Qian Qianqian saw the old man, she hurriedly ran over, and when she saw that the old man was about to scold, she hurriedly went to cover his mouth.

At the same time, she looked at Shang Gengjian with frightened eyes.

"Qianqian, I'll let you look at the teahouse. What are you optimistic about? When you see good tea, how can you let others waste it? ”

The old man removed Qianqianqian's little hand, split his head and covered his face, and scolded angrily.

"Shopkeeper, that's the tea that the guest brought. In our tea house, where is there such a good tea? ”

Qian Qianqian felt aggrieved and pouted.

"What guest's tea? You will recite the ninth rule of our Qiangua Teahouse! ”

The old man shouted.

"Anyone who enters the Qiangua teahouse is forbidden to bring tea privately, and those who violate it will be ......."

Qianqianqian really recited it obediently, but she memorized it to the end, but she didn't dare to read it out loud.

"All for what?"

The old man asked.

"None ...... Confiscate. ”

Qian Qianqian whispered.

"Who is bringing tea in the teahouse today?"

The old man asked.

“……”

Where did Qian Qianqian dare to answer, she was so frightened that she almost cried, and secretly looked at Shang Gengjian.

"Then why don't you confiscate it?"

The old man asked.

"I'm ......"

Qianqianqian really cried.

And this side.

Tang Mingyang saw Shang Gengjian's expression, which seemed to be as calm as water, but in fact, he already wanted to kill someone.

The old man really came over.

When he saw the set of heaven-level tea sets on the tea table, his eyes flashed green.

That green mang, it's obviously greedy.

"Boy, you know the rules of the teahouse."

The old man's gaze glanced at Tang Mingyang's body, then fell on Shang Gengjian's body, and finally landed on Shang Gengjian's storage ring.

Tang Mingyang also felt strange in his heart.

This old man's cultivation seems to be just an ordinary Xuanyuan Sixfold Yin Body Realm.

People who can afford to brew ugly Aoki tea, where can they be ordinary?

Could it be that he was kicked in the head by a donkey?

Dare to come and grab Shang Geng's sword.

Grab something?

Wait a minute......

Tang Mingyang trembled!

His starry eyes shimmered with horror!

In a quarter of an hour!

Disaster of Wealth!

Isn't this exactly the hexagram that Qian Qianqian calculated for Shang Gengjian?

Don't...... This Qianqianqian's trick of divination is not a trick to deceive people, it is really accurate?

He thought of the fortune hexagram that this girl had given him for divination.

Say him, Wishing you prosperity, fortune is red, and soon there will be another big fortune.

Now that I think about it, it's accurate.

Because he was about to talk to Shang Gengjian about an important piece of information, it was a big financial income.

He felt that his breathing was a little short.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Qian Qianqian, who was terrified and frightened, and her little face was pale.

That girl, it didn't look like she was pretending, she was really frightened.

He looked at the tea-green haired old man again, his eyes flashing with doubt, surprise, and anticipation.

In the end, whether Qianqianqian's hexagram is accurate or not, it depends on the next, whether this Shang Gengjian has been robbed, and whether it has responded to the disaster of wealth broken as mentioned by the hexagram.

"Little one, I think you've drunk too much."

Mao Zhiyu said with a smile.

It's just that his smile is a little cold.

He lived for nearly two thousand years, and he seemed to be middle-aged, but in fact, it was not too much to call this old man a little guy.

He was beside the old man, and as he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the old man's arm.

This grasp seems to be light and light, but in fact, it is already a means of robbing the law and powerhouse, and it is integrated into the power of the laws of heaven and earth.

Tang Mingyang knew that if it was an ordinary Xuanyuan Sixfold Yin Body Realm martial cultivator, he would definitely not be able to escape Mao Zhiyu's grasp.

As for the consequences.

With the means of robbing the law strong, even if he didn't see any harm at the beginning, he could secretly leave a trace of the robbing true qi in the opponent's body, and after a few days, he would take his life.

Tang Mingyang's eyes stared at the old man.

He was disappointed.

This old man was not as he expected, he was a peerless powerhouse with hidden cultivation.

He was really caught by Mao Zhiyu.

"That's not right!"

Tang Mingyang's eyes lit up.

Mao Zhiyu grabbed the old man's arm, and he was about to punish the old man, when suddenly, Tang Mingyang found that Mao Zhiyu's face had changed greatly, and his expression stiffened, all of which were frightened and shocked.

What is he frightened and horrified?

"It's not big or small, who do you say is the little guy?"

The old man turned his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of tea-green teeth.

Immediately after, he stretched out his hand, as if teaching a rude junior, and knocked it on Mao Zhiyu's forehead with a muffled sound.

And from beginning to end, Mao Zhiyu was stunned.

But Tang Mingyang looked at him motionlessly, more like he had planted a method of fixation.

"You ......"

At this moment, Shang Gengjian, who realized that something was wrong, his reaction could be described as not slow.

His right hand, in an instant, had already struck.

Tang Mingyang's face changed.

I only felt that at this moment, the laws of the entire heaven and earth were integrated into the palm of Shang Geng's sword, and then condensed into a sword in the palm of the palm and shot at the old man.

The old man didn't move, and he was indeed hit by Shang Gengjian's palm.

However, in Tang Mingyang's view, this palm that can destroy the world seems to be weak when it hits the old man.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Gengjian was also like Mao Zhiyu's side, as if he had been hit by the fixation technique, and he was stunned.

"It's not big, it's not small!"

The old man raised his hand, and with a bang, he also tapped on Shang Gengjian's head.

Immediately afterwards, his hand swept over Shang Gengjian's storage ring, and the pot of the Ugly Aoki Tea King Tree, which Shang Gengjian regarded as the root of his life, fell into the old man's hand.

The old man became excited.

"Boy, dare to bring tea in Lao Tzu's teahouse, this is contraband, Lao Tzu confiscated it! Do you have any comments? ”

The old man asked.

"I didn't ...... No comments. ”

Shang Gengjian was already scared stupid.

Oh, my God!

There is no energy defense shield, so he directly bears his palm with his physical body.

What level of existence is this old man?

Suddenly.

He thought of a terrible legend about Qiankun City.

Legend has it that the lord of Qiankun City is a god.

Could it be that this old man is the city lord of Qiankun City? Is that the deity?

If it's not a god, how can it be so powerful?

"Get out! In the future, if you dare to bring tea into Lao Tzu's shop privately, I will pinch you to death. ”

The old man shouted.

"Yes, yes."

Shang Gengjian and Mao Zhiyu found that their bodies were suddenly able to move.

Quickly fled for his life in panic.

Tang Mingyang instinctively wanted to escape, but he quickly came to his senses and didn't move.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

The old man glanced at Tang Mingyang.

"I'm not in the same group as them, and I didn't bring tea to the field. The tea house of the predecessors is open for business, is there still a reason to drive the guests out? ”

Tang Mingyang stiffened his head and said boldly.

"What do you want?"

The old man asked.

"I want to drink another pot of Qiangua tea."

Tang Mingyang said.

When he saw that the old man did not drive him away, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As for the old man who wants to harm him, he is even more afraid.

Because with the other party's all-out means, it is easier to kill him than to pinch an ant to death.

"Not for sale."

The old man said.

"Why?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"It's over."

The old man laughed.

"Uh......"

Tang Mingyang was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him suddenly blurred.

When he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the door of the Qiangua Teahouse.

Tang Mingyang was a little unwilling.

Since this old man can tell fortunes, he just wants to calculate his future calamity.

He's not the kind of person who backs down easily.

"Childe."

Xue, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"It's useless. Your opportunity has passed. ”

Xue said.

"Snow, do you know who he is?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"Vaguely guessed some."

Xue said.

"Who is he?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"I don't dare to say."

Xue said.

"Don't dare to say? Why? ”

Tang Mingyang asked.

"Because he doesn't want to tell you."

Xue said.

"Uh......"

Tang Mingyang became more and more confused.

"Look at your hands."

Snow said again.

"It's ......"

Tang Mingyang looked at the palm of his left hand, and found that in his hand, I don't know when, he was already holding the one that Qianqianqian asked him to draw.

He remembered that there were no words on this stick, but at this moment, there were eight words...... For what to die, for what to live!

"Snow, what does that mean?"

Tang Mingyang asked puzzled.

"If the slave family guesses correctly, it is the cause of the child's calamity."

Xue said.

"So how do I understand that?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"Slave family...... I don't know. ”

Xue said.

Tang Mingyang's brows furrowed.

It seems that I can only ask the old man again.

He walked into the Qiangua teahouse again and came to the floor where he had been before.

The surrounding guests are still the same wave of guests.

It's just that when his divine sense radiated out, he found that he couldn't see the old man and Qianqianqian.

"Guest, what do you want to drink? We have the best spiritual tea......"

"Where's your shopkeeper?"

Tang Mingyang interrupted the waiter's words and asked.

"Wait a minute."

This waiter saw that Tang Mingyang's cultivation and momentum were extraordinary, and he didn't dare to slack off.

Hurry up and find their treasurer.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out.

"You're the shopkeeper here?"

Tang Mingyang asked with a frown.

"yes. Senior, what do you want me to command? ”

The shopkeeper asked cautiously.

"Do you have a tea waiter named Qianqianqian?"

Tang Mingyang asked.

"Qianqianqian? No. ”

The shopkeeper shook his head.

"You're not mistaken?"

Tang Mingyang's brows furrowed.

"There are only a few employees in the small shop, where can the kid remember wrong?"

The shopkeeper replied in fear.

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