Without the snowfall, although the streets of Tingyuan are no longer as sparsely populated as before, they are still cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The afternoon sun shone from the door of the tea shop to the inside, and happened to fall on the most oral table, Xiao Er just happened to lie in the sun, squinting and napping.

In the tea shop, there was no one else except him.

A gray figure was at this moment, entered the tea shop, glanced around, and then fell on Xiao Er, who was sleeping on his stomach, calmly, with some disgust through his sleeves, and pushed Xiao Er heavily.

The weather was already cold, Xiao Er hid in the sun and slept very comfortably, he didn't want to wake up at all, closed his eyes and avoided the gray hand, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and couldn't hear it clearly.

The gray figure was still disgusted, withdrew his hand, but turned around and walked out. After a moment's effort, he turned around and re-entered the tea shop, and behind him was a man in dark blue clothes.

The man in dark blue was wearing a white gauze hat on his head, but there was nothing wrong with it, but the cold aura on his body was bursting out.

Through the white veil, the man looked at Xiao Er, who was sleeping on his stomach, stared for a moment, turned around, sat down on a table in the middle, and his voice fell hoarsely: "Wake him up." ”

The gray-robed man got the order, didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand again, but this time, instead of shaking Xiao Er's body, he actually stretched out his finger and pointed at an acupuncture point on Xiao Er's neck.

In an instant, Xiao Er jumped up from the stool because of the severe pain: "Ouch!! ”

With an exclamation in his mouth, Xiao Er's hand covered his neck, and looked at the person who came angrily, but it was this glance, and the words he was about to say had dissipated all of a sudden, that is, he didn't even care about the pain in his neck, stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, and subconsciously, looked at the man in dark blue clothes who was sitting inside.

"You...... You, you, you...... It's not the one who ......" After a while, Xiao Er opened his mouth, but he couldn't call the name of the person in front of him.

The gray-clothed man raised his eyebrows, his face was a little fierce and vicious, and he glared at Xiao Er fiercely.

Xiao Er reacted suddenly, turned around, didn't say anything, closed the door of the tea shop, and then ran straight to the inside of the tea shop.

"Snort." The man in gray let out a sneer, turned around, sat down beside the man in blue, and called softly, "Young master." ”

The man known as the young master nodded slightly, then raised his hand and took off his white gauze hat.

Exactly, Du Weiwei let the dark pavilion spread the news and attract the north to Tingyuan Kyoto.

The person who traveled with him was Liu Ke at the beginning.

Soon, the shopkeeper walked out of the room, and the moment he got the news of Xiao Er, the shopkeeper's mood was obviously solemn, and he told Xiao Er to leave from the back door, and hurriedly went to the palace to report.

"I've seen the young master of the Northern Underworld." The shopkeeper is a person from the Dark Pavilion, and he has dealt with many strange people, although the last time he picked a miracle doctor, he was personally selected by the purple girl, but at this moment, if he wants to deal with Bei Minglang, he can still hold on for a while.

The scar on Bei Minglang's face is still the same, he still looks hideous, but his face is still very calm, he raised his eyes and slowly glanced at the shopkeeper, and he didn't plan to speak.

Liu Kezi understood what the young master meant, coughed lightly, and took the shopkeeper's words: "The shopkeeper doesn't need to be polite. ”

A shallow light slipped through the corner of the shopkeeper's eyes, and he was clearly talking to this Bei Minglang, but the old man actually took it by himself, and put on a high-minded appearance.

"The young master of the Northern Underworld will wait for a while, and the tea will be delivered immediately." The shopkeeper didn't look at Liu Ke either, and his words were still directed at Bei Minglang.

This time, Bei Minglang's gaze reacted, moved slightly, and looked at the shopkeeper.

Liu Ke's brows were furrowed heavily, and his heart was unhappy, but he soon showed it on his face, and with a glare, he had already opened his mouth: "Our young master doesn't drink your tea, so don't you report it quickly......"

"The tea in our tea shop is planted by the pavilion master himself, the young master of the North Underworld, don't you plan to taste it?"

Before Liu Ke finished speaking, the shopkeeper already raised a deep smile, interrupted Liu Ke's words, and opened his mouth to Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang's face was always indifferent, and when he heard the shopkeeper's words, his expression finally changed shallowly, his eyes blinked, and his hoarse voice came out: "Since it is planted by the pavilion master, it is natural to taste it." ”

"Young master!" Liu Keben wanted to refute the shopkeeper's words, but he didn't expect the young master to take the initiative to say that he wanted to drink, and he was in a hurry, so he called out.

Bei Minglang's body didn't move, but he glanced at Liu Ke lightly, and in an instant, the man in gray was no longer sound.

After sitting quietly for a quarter of an hour, the shopkeeper raised an apologetic smile: "The tea should be burned through, I'll bring it to the young master of the North Underworld." With that, he got up and walked towards the inner room.

Seeing that the man finally left, Liu Ke still couldn't hold back the worry in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Young master, it's better not to touch the things here, in case ......"

Before the words were completely finished, Liu Ke had already seen Bei Minglang's increasingly indifferent eyes, and he was silent and stopped speaking.

Indifferently retracting his gaze, Bei Minglang's voice sounded low: "No brain." ”

Although Liu Ke is much older than Bei Minglang, in terms of status, Bei Minglang is definitely superior.

In addition, Bei Minglang has always been steady, and although Liu Ke is old, he is always a little reckless. At this moment, the scene of Bei Minglang reprimanding Liu Ke is not the first time to appear, and looking at it, there is nothing strange about it.

"Here comes tea."

Coincidentally, after Bei Minglang's words fell, the shopkeeper walked out with a saucer.

On the saucer, there is an extraordinarily delicate teapot and two almost transparent white porcelain teacups.

Putting down the saucer, the shopkeeper took down the teapot first, and then picked up two more teacups.

Bei Minglang and Liu Ke noticed that there was a clean cotton cloth on the saucer.

Xiang Bei Minglang nodded and smiled lightly, and the shopkeeper picked up the cotton cloth and began to carefully wipe the tea cup.

Repeatedly, from the inside to the outside, it took three times to wipe the first teacup and put it in front of Bei Minglang.

"Okay, okay, mine doesn't need to be wiped." Liu Ke couldn't stand it anymore, his body straightened up slightly, and he was about to take another teacup.

Unexpectedly, when Liu Ke's hand touched the tea cup with three inches left, the shopkeeper's hand was already stretched out, choking his wrist and making him unable to move forward. The voice with a low laugh also fell:

"I'm afraid this gentleman has misunderstood, this teacup is mine."