"Hey, there's really a hint of sweetness." Murong opened his mouth softly and said in surprise, "Like clouds, like fog...... Glide gently over the tip of your tongue and have an endless aftertaste. ”

Qin He and Murong Pei looked at each other as if they were falling into a fog.

Murong Pei said: "Gentle, you are both clouds and fog, I am confused by you." ”

Murong didn't answer gently, his eyes as clear as a sweet spring looked at Wen Jun, and said coquettishly: "Brother Wen Jun, is this the case?"

Feel? ”

Wen Jun was secretly happy, thinking that this girl was also a reckless temper, and now he changed his name to "brother" again.

He nodded and said, "It's pretty much the same." Everyone's mood, perception, and life experience are different, and the feeling when drinking tea is also different. ”

Murong smiled softly and said, "Brother Wenjun, how do you feel?" ”

Wen Jun thought for a while and said: "It's as if I have just woken up from a dream, and I am confused and vague, and it is fleeting, which can only be meaningful, not spoken." ”

Murong Pei is a martial artist, how can he understand such a mysterious realm, he chuckled and joked: "Third brother, you are daydreaming, is it so suspenseful as you say?" ”

Although Qin He is a martial arts student, he has read a lot of poetry, books and etiquette, and has also studied chess, qin, calligraphy and painting, and has the nickname of "martial arts" among the young talents in Suzhou City.

Now, Wen Jun is telling the story, but he seems to be listening to a book from heaven, which makes him feel a sense of frustration.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside.

"Xuanzhen Dao Chief, it won't be far away, please go back." A woman's voice rang out, gentle with unmistakable firmness.

"Slow down, Murong Wenyao, if you're afraid of losing the game, take the initiative to take down the plaque of the 'Royal Needle King' hanging at the gate." There was a familiar man's scolding.

"It's my mother's voice, what's going on?" After Murong Pei finished speaking, he rushed out with an arrow step.

Murong Gentle and Qin He followed closely behind, and rushed out with nervous expressions.

How can Wen Jun still be in the mood to drink tea? There's no way to talk to a person! I had to follow it out.

He really wanted to take a good look at Murong Wenyao, what kind of magic was there about this woman, she could actually see from the silver needle that pierced Murong Pei's middle acupoint that she had a unique skill!

This woman should not be underestimated!

"Mother, what's wrong?" In the corridor on the third floor, Murong gently walked up to a beautiful woman and asked alertly.

Murong Wenyao turned her head elegantly, although she was angry, but in the face of her daughter's concern, she still showed an indifferent smile on her face.

Cloud sideburns are high, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, snow-white shirts, pink skirts, bright eyes are good at flowing autumn waves, both noble and elegant temperament, and gentle and elegant ladylike demeanor.

Sure enough, it is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, although she is more than fifty years old, but she has good maintenance skills, her skin is fair and relaxed, and a faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes add to her infinite style.

She and Murong stood together gently, whether it was willow eyebrows, eyes, face, nose, lips...... Or posture, body shape, temperament...... All achieve a striking resemblance, just like a pair of sister flowers! One is mature and beautiful, and the other is delicate and cute.

Opposite her, stood a pair of men and women, male wind... Suave, the female sinking fish and geese, I didn't expect it to be the pair of dogs of Ji Moran and Yuan Xuechun... Both sexes!

Beside them, there was also a tall and energetic old Taoist priest who was nearly sixty years old, with a dignified face and a pair of eagle-like eyes, which swept sharply over everyone in the audience, making people feel a chill in the wind.

This small medicinal incense building is the kind of interior hollow structure, that is, from the hall on the first floor, you can see everything that happened in the corridors on the second, third, and fourth floors.

Ji Moran's voice is not small, and it is not too much to describe it as "loud". The patients who came to the hall on the first floor heard such a big movement on the third floor, and they didn't know what was going on, so they all raised their heads and craned their necks, waiting to see a good show.

"Gentle, it's none of your business." Murong Wenyao said indifferently, her eyes full of love.

"Humph!" Ji Moran snorted coldly, pointing fingers at Murong Wenyao's eyes, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his handsome face, and he said disdainfully: "Murong Wenyao, do you know how to be ashamed?" This is the so-called 'Royal Needle King'? Aren't you afraid of insulting the reputation of your Murong family's ancestors? ”

"Ji Moran, what nonsense are you talking about?" Murong gently blushed and scolded angrily. Obviously, she knew Ji Moran.

Ji Moran sneered: "Murong is gentle, your Murong family is just a turtle with a shrunken head!" ”

"Ji Moran, let your mother's bullshit!" Murong Pei really couldn't tolerate Ji Moran's slander of the Murong family, he rushed forward angrily, grabbed the placket on his chest, and scolded angrily, "Believe it or not, I threw you down from the third floor?" ”

The spirited old Taoist priest standing quietly beside Ji Moran suddenly stretched out a thin palm, grabbed Murong Pei's wrist, and sneered: "Boy, you throw one for me to see." ”

Murong Peijun's face turned crimson, and after all his efforts, he couldn't get rid of the control of the old Taoist's iron palms, feeling that his wrist was grabbed by an iron tong, and he couldn't move at all.

"Bullnose old way, you ...... You let go of me. Murong Pei shouted in panic, this old guy's strength was really terrifying.

Qin He's martial arts are a grade higher than Murong Pei's, his eyes that are like watching fire see all this, and he can't help but "chuckle" in his heart, thinking that this bull-nosed old way is not ordinary, even if he and Murong Pei's senior brothers go into battle together, I'm afraid they are not his opponents!

He stepped forward, first bowed his hand, and said loudly: "This senior, junior Qin He, this is my junior brother, please raise your noble hand, and be forgiving and forgiving." ”

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao looked stunned and asked, "Qin He?" Could it be that you are a disciple of the 'Qin Martial Sect'? ”

Qin He's heart was secretly happy, the reputation of "Qin Wumen" was really not covered, even this veteran of Taoism had to give a little thin face, and said with a complacent look on his face: "The junior is Qin He, the eldest disciple of 'Qin Wumen'. ”

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao looked at Qin He, his eyes were about to fall, and the thin palm that was dragging Murong Pei's wrist couldn't help but tighten, and he asked sharply, "Are you Qin Haoran's son?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts...... Senior, lighter, lighter......" Murong Pei shouted in pain. This time, he finally understood the meaning of the phrase "impulse is the devil".

Qin He was stunned, how could this old man be so rude, is my father's name also called by an old man like you? His face turned cold, and he said loudly: "It's here, I don't know what advice the seniors have?" ”