Chapter 9: Junshan Silver Needle
"Top Energy Stones?"
The woman couldn't help but be surprised, and her voice was slightly raised, appearing a little sharp.
She couldn't help but lose her voice for the quiet people around her to look at, her face was full of sarcasm and contempt, and someone let out a sneer, and said unabashedly, "Where did the hillbilly come from, the eyelids are too shallow." β
His companion grinned and followed, and when he heard this, he glanced at the woman and whistled contemptuously.
The woman is a wealthy man with a net worth of hundreds of millions, with a wide range of knowledge, and a rich collection of top energy stones. But no matter how rich it is, this thing is not easy to come by, and it has always been a box to treasure well, and I have never seen it piled up on the stall like this.
At this time, she only felt that these violent people in front of her were extremely hateful, could it be that she regarded the top-grade energy stone as a small stone that could be picked up everywhere? Thinking about this, the expression on her face was cold and elegant, and she looked like a noblewoman, and the sadness between her eyebrows was also reduced a lot.
"These can ...... Ore, can you give it to me, how much do you offer? β
The woman lowered her posture and asked softly.
The stall owner sat on the ground with a big grin, his feet were spread apart, playing with two energy stones, and when he heard the question, his eyes rubbed on the woman's chest for a while, his posture was obscene, and his eyes were misty.
Then I saw the woman's ring finger, a dazzling dark red red line on it, and immediately spit to the side with disdain, and exclaimed: "Call your master!"
The man has silently stood behind the woman.
The stall owner looked at the man's hand, and his eyes lit up: "This little brother, don't want energy stones, my price is low, and you are satisfied with the safekeeping." β
The stall owner was enthusiastic, and the woman saw that he was respectful to the man, but he was frivolous and debauched to himself, and she was angry for a while, and raised her hand to give the man a slap, and said with a cold and accustomed expression: "What are you doing after me, did I let you follow?"
The person next to him took a breath and whispered: "This slave is too presumptuous, is he not dying fast enough......"
"This is the virtue of the newcomer, it is good to suffer a little. β
"Haha, it's been a long time since I've seen a slave who dares to beat his master!"
The surrounding discussion was more cheerful, but Arthur walked towards the man, his golden wings retracted with his steps, the light faint and dim, but it attracted more eyes.
It's the guide who comes.
It was this sentence that Chu Fengci heard the most.
These gossips are poured into an ear, but the information extracted from them is precious, every detail should not be missed, and the fragmented descriptions in the sentences are also separated to form a new impression, which is the "City of the Sea of Stars" constructed by Chu Feng porcelain.
Arthur had already walked to the man's side at this time, he lowered his head slightly, his lips were attached to the man's ear, and the heat between the words smoked the man's earlobe: "Mr. Ning, do you need something?"
The tone was extremely soft, with an inexplicable temptation, as if it was about to dig out the deepest and darkest desires/desires in the human heart.
The man's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything in the end. Just raised his head, and a pair of distracted eyes looked directly at the energy stone on the ground, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Arthur smiled incomprehensibly and asked the stall owner for the price.
The stall owner only looked at the woman, pulled a third of the energy stone to the side, and stretched out a finger to point at the woman: "So many...... Just change her right eye. β
When the woman was pointed out, her hair stood on end, her back was cold, and the fact that she had never wanted to mention was deeply analyzed in front of her, like a bloody slap print, which made her dizzy.
- Don't think about it, don't ask it, that's not the truth.
Women are constantly hypnotizing themselves in the bottom of their hearts.
Then she put on an even more arrogant posture: "Crazy talk." β
That's the only bit of arrogance left.
It will soon be devastated and unbearable, just like the many "proud sons of the sky" in the past-
The speculation of Chu Feng porcelain has been formed, and the "currency" used here is precisely these "slaves".
The only thing I didn't expect was that the items used for exchange were precious, and any one of them was a treasure that could be passed down to the family.
Chu Fengci gently tugged at the red rope tied to his hand.
It is a great temptation to take complete control of other people's lives, self-esteem, and freedom in exchange for your own greed*.
Unfortunately, he had no interest in any of this.
To bear the weight of a person's life is far from what he carries.
This is the tacit understanding between him and the fifth wafer, which does not need to be spoken, but knows it well.
That Mr. Ning was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, with cowardice and compromise, mixed with deep pain "Wei Ya......"
Yes, the woman has passed away and her face is old, but she has such a beautiful name, like the rising sun, and the maiden whose hat is swept away by the wind on the meadow.
But she's old. The heart is also extremely cold: "What do you want to do, kill me?" Wei Ya narrowed her eyes, and the sorrowful look jumped to the corners of her eyebrows, and she was indescribably gloomy: "You hate me for forcing Alice to death, the daughter of you and your ex-wife? Don't forget, you killed her with your own hands." β
Speaking of the back, there was an eerie rise in her voice, as if suppressed at the critical point of screaming.
"It's you!"
"Let's go. β
Chu Fengci pulled the corner of the fifth wafar's clothes, and his voice was completely covered by the woman's sharp accusation, but the fifth wading heard it, and lowered his head and asked him, "Don't look at it?"
"Nothing to see anymore. β
"Yes. β
Nopel watched the show with relish, and didn't notice that the rookie group he was guiding was about to sneak away. The ungrateful newcomer group decisively left behind their guide and lingered around the stalls of interest.
Most of these stalls are simple and improvised at first glance, but the goods they sell have one thing in common, that is, they are precious and extraordinary.
Looking at the past one by one, Chu Feng porcelain still didn't know how much it was worth, but the fifth distance was in his heart, and even he couldn't help frowning.
Some of the treasures on display far exceed the total savings of the Empire. What a staggering sum of money when converted into gold and silver, and the requirements for its exchange are all kinds of strange, one hand, one foot, one eyeball, one handful of hair, and even a man's birth/breeding/apparatus.
The hustle and bustle and desire/hope are intertwined, forming a picture of the world. And in this noisy and impetuous, there is a sudden wisp of tea fragrance.
The voices were full of people, and he didn't even pay attention to such an excellent sense of smell as Fifth Shiyuan, but Chu Fengci keenly captured it.
"Turn that way. β
The corners of the fifth Shiyuan's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously replied: "Which side is over there?"
Chu Fengci had already dragged him away, and the fifth Shiyuan was behind to help him separate the crowded crowd, so that he was careful of being tripped up, and his domineering appearance looked like a little demon king who had been evil for many years.
The two demon kings set out to fight in the town, and soon crowded into a bamboo table.
The bamboo table was obviously neater than many stalls, and the stall was a fierce old man, with the flesh on his face drooping downward, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows were enough for a group of flies to jump down to seek death, his eyes were full of anger, and he looked like he was unhappy when he saw anyone, and he simply had the face of a murderer who had been on the run for many years.
Chu Fengci couldn't see it, so he wasn't afraid.
The fifth wading far is a typical reserve for future crimes (hey!), so he's not afraid.
The two children sat down peacefully at the bamboo table.
The old man glanced at them, snorted twice, and did not greet them, but took care of his own tea leaves.
Chu Feng's porcelain hand touched a wooden box, and slightly opened it, and the fresh fragrance inside came with some coolness, which was extremely attractive.
The old man didn't expect him to be so bold, he was stunned for a moment, slapped his backhand on the wooden table, and shouted: "Put it down for me!"
The wooden table squeaked, trembled overwhelmingly, held on to a breath, and stood there tenaciously.
Chu Feng porcelain Wu was silent: "Junshan silver needle." β
The old man retorted: "What Junshan Silver Needle? This is Jinyu Qitang, you yellow-mouthed kid go away, this tea can you touch?"
"The inner buds are golden, the white hao is even, the shape is like a sword, and the momentum is unstoppable. The buds are thick, the buds are straight, and the aroma is high, and I think the color is also very bright. β
Chu Fengci pinched a wisp of tea and said slowly, thinking that Junshan Silver Needle This tea originates from Junshan and resembles a silver needle, this name is very appropriate. It's a pity that time has passed, and Junshan is no longer there, but this tea has survived, but it has also changed its name.
He continued: "This tea is shaped like a silver needle, the top grade is like a sword, the sword is a gentleman's accessory, and it is raised by the loess of the earth, born in the high mountains, is it not reasonable for the silver needle of Junshan to be a one? β
The old man laughed at his nonsense, and remembered that his description was extremely accurate. The tea ceremony is a secret of the family, even if it is a description of appearance, it cannot be transmitted to the outside world, and the common people are familiar with the name at most, but they do not know more.
This kid can easily come to a paragraph, and the strength of the elders in the family must not be underestimated, so he put away his thoughts of laughing, looked at the gauze tied to Chu Fengci's eyes, and asked cautiously: "You can't see it, how do you know that this is a golden jade hall?"
Chu Fengci's hand holding a piece of tea paused slightly, put it to his lips and bit the leaf, and replied vaguely: "Taste." β
This sentence has never been falsified, but it is too unbelievable. The old man looked at him suspiciously for a while, only to see that he had chewed the tea leaves, and immediately made him vomit out in distress.
The fifth Shi Yuan is also distressed, this is the tea master he wants to bring back to raise, can he wash the tea leaves and then stuff them into his mouth, there is already a senior Lu Citang who is not particular about it to take care of, and another one is afraid of them cross-infection.
Being distressed, unhygienic, Chu Feng porcelain had already chewed all the leaves, and a fragrant and bitter taste spread, but it made him a little more sober.
This trick is also his previous quirk, he can't know what quality of tea he can't eat, what brewing method should be used, just chew a piece of tea, and his mind will come out.
Although he lacks eyes now, he is not going to use this trick, but the name just now made him realize that if the quality of tea has also changed, his previous tea technique must also be adjusted.
Fortunately, the quality of the tea was not much different, so he had the leisure to reply: "I chewed it all, do you want me to spit it back and wipe it clean and then brew?"
The old man looked puzzled: "Why not?"
Chu Feng porcelain: "......"
After being silent for a while, he couldn't help but say, "Bow to the wind." β
"Don't be in a hurry to please. The old man slapped the table coldly, and the poor table trembled again, "If you swallow my tea, you must be responsible." If you will not trade your slaves for ......"
The old man glanced at the fifth wading away awkwardly, and was so frightened by his cold eye knife that he hurriedly withdrew his eyes, and said: "Then sue me, you just described it accurately, and it was the elder of your family who asked you to memorize it?" After he finished speaking, he thought to himself that the child is really powerful now, he has learned the tea ceremony at a young age, and his eyes are cold and scared to death.
ββ¦β¦ It's not that the elders let us memorize it, it's just common sense that everyone understands. Chu Fengci hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was really nothing to hide, even if he looked at it himself, he could also see that it was fat and thin.
The old man was so shocked that he took a breath, even in a big family, there are always relatives who are distant and close, most of them only the favored young master can learn the beginning of the tea ceremony, and the unfavored side can only assist from the side, secretly write down some tea skills, and only when there are some results, can brew the first pot of sweet and clear tea, dare to speak out.
Listening to Chu Fengci's tone, it seemed that the entire family could learn the art of tea, which made him think of the ancient families that were deeply ingrained in the hearts of every tea master and were extremely yearning. The tradition of the tea ceremony is extremely strong, and every generation has a tea ceremony, and even the servants can treasure the tea leaves......
But if the little ghosts in front of him are really the descendants of those families, how can they be like this, like this...... Friendly?
The old man already had some doubts in his heart, whether it was a young man who was young and competitive, so he said this in order to be strong.
Thinking of this, his face was a little bad, and he said irritably: "If you want to buy tea, you can buy it, and if you don't buy it, you will walk away! β
Chu Fengci was a little surprised that the old man turned his face so quickly, but he didn't guess that this era had such a strong monopoly on the art of tea ceremony, so that even the shape of the tea leaves had to be pushed back and not known.
He glanced at the wooden table again, there was very little good tea, but the quality of the Junshan silver needle was full and the buds were fresh, which made Chu Feng's porcelain skills itchy, and he hadn't touched tea for a long time.
So he sat down generously, with a smile on his lips, leisurely.
"Then you say, how to sell this tea. β
"Jin Yu Qitang, I'll give you the whole box, and I'll only change ......" The old man paused, and moved his position a little stiffly, not daring to look at the expression of the fifth wading away, "This kid has five fingers on his left hand and five fingers on his right foot." β
Chu Fengci sighed, that breath was extremely long and slow, and it also brought out a little helplessness, and looked at the fifth wading away with great guilt, and there seemed to be a pleading in his eyes.
The old man is proud, beg, beg. As long as the heart softens this time, in the end, the heart will continue to soften until he dies.
He has seen a lot of such "master and servant".
This is the price of bullying me, the old man thought miserably.
I saw Chu Fengci begging in a low voice: "Fifth, you can help me kill people and sell goods, remember to be more sharp, don't be found." β
β¦β¦ Huh? This doesn't seem to be the same script.
"Just one last time, I won't do it again. β
β¦β¦ It's true that I'm soft-hearted.,But the direction of this soft-hearted isn't quite right!!
The old man saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to run quickly, but he was carried by the collar by the fifth wading distance and did not move.
Fifth Shiyuan lazily pressed the old man on the table, stepped on his stomach, and let out a low voice from his throat: "Huh?"
The old man didn't expect a young man to catch him, and he was ruthless in his heart, thinking that I eat more salt than you eat, I'm afraid of you?
Turning over violently, the old man shot fiercely, staring at the head of the fifth wake, trying to hold it down and knock it the corner of the table.
He slammed into the body!
A lift!
Lift! lift...... He can't lift it!
The fifth hand is too stable, just one can trap people like a caged beast, and they can't turn over.
The old man's lips turned pale with horror, but fortunately, he still remembered that this was the territory of Xinghai City, although the relationship with the neighbors was not harmonious, but when they saw someone making trouble, they didn't dare to ignore it!
He turned his head with great effort, I don't know if it was because the fifth wade was tired or what, his strength relaxed a little, and the old man's shriveled neck turned very smoothly.
So he clearly saw that the person next to him turned a blind eye and was unmoved!
How so?
The stall owner next to him was still bargaining with others, looking at the pedestrians shuttling on the road with mocking eyes, and occasionally pointing at the human body, as if cutting a piece of pork.
No one noticed him.
The fifth wade bowed down slightly, he was still a young boy, with a handsome face, and he was likable no matter how he looked at it. The fifth wading in the old man's eyes is a green-faced fang, dripping with saliva in his mouth, and he will be eaten alive in the next second.
"They can't see you. β
The young man lowered his eyes, and his fine eyelashes drooped, covering a shadow, with a little carelessness: "I made them all blind." β
The old man was not afraid at once, and his thoughts were completely focused on other aspects. People grow old and become fine, and this intuition has always been accurate.
And this time the intuition was useless, and even strange. Although the young man was very handsome, he just felt that he shouldn't be this face, he should be more and more ...... What's more?
"Your face is fake, isn't it?"
The old man asked abruptly.
The fifth wading movement paused, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was surprised. The next moment he made the right decision.
He shoved a wooden box of tea leaves into the old man's mouth.
Then he smacked expressionlessly: "Your face is fake." β
"Hmm!Hmm......mm
Chu Fengci listened to it for a while, and then he grabbed the fifth wading distance, and said very gently: "Tsk, do you want to respect the old and love the young." β
The old man was dizzy, and he felt that his face was round again, and when he heard this, he felt that Chu Fengci was too shameless, where were you when I was pumped now?
"Old sir. β
To be honest, Chu Feng porcelain is quite polite.
"I think the tea you make is really unpalatable. β
β¦β¦ It's quite hateful.
"Why don't I make you a new pot of tea?"
The old man's eyes widened, and he struggled even more, for fear that someone would touch his precious tea.
"Don't worry, it's not a big deal at most. β
β¦β¦ The two demon kings beg to be spared!
This is what the old man wants to shout at this time.
Chu Fengci touched the purple clay pot on the table, lifted the lid and smelled it, it was a cold Junshan silver needle, and threw it away.
The sound of the purple clay pot shattering even the old man's heart.
"That's my best potβtreasure! Treasure, do you know?!" the old man finally broke free from the shackles of the wooden box and roared at Chu Fengci.
The fifth wade yuan pressed his head down with a single palm, saving him from being too excited and drooling.
Chu Fengci stood there coldly at this time, smiling provocatively, with an indescribable arrogance and mockery: "No matter how beautiful the pot is, as long as it doesn't match the tea leaves, then it is a waste, do you understand?"
He walked to the table, took a glass pot with great precision, and took it away from the old man, the brilliant sunlight refracted through the glass, and kissed Chu Fengci's chin lightly, at this moment, he looked almost unstoppable.
"That's just the cheapest glass jug. The old man gritted his teeth, and for some reason he couldn't say any more: "It's used to make the cheapest tea!"
Chu Fengci took care of himself and placed a few glasses, very gentle, like a god.
"Right and wrong, you see for yourself. β