Originally, Feng was in a good mood today, and after buying all the fire extinguishers (of course, I didn't really buy a hundred under the dissuasion of everyone) to welcome the arrival of the inspection team, the teahouse finally reopened. Feng just sat down and soaked in a pot of Biluochun, and before he tasted it, he felt bad, as if he was not drinking tea but a bone-eating poison, and the sharp pain from the inside out was accompanied by a blank brain, but he was uncomfortable like this but couldn't shout, and there was no sound in his throat. The hands and feet don't listen to the call, and when they move their fingers, they feel that they are urging the muscles and bones, and seeing that the situation is getting worse and worse, his breath has been uncontrollably running around, and he looks like he is going crazy. Kaede endured the pain and tried to move his fingers, but it took all his strength to hit the teacup in his hand on the ground.

Dai Junchou's teahouse has its own rules, no matter how big the hatred is, how big the grudge, even if you want to destroy the other party's family when you go out, you can't do it in the teahouse. Dropping a cup will never happen. If someone breaks the teacup by mistake, the waiter will naturally go back to clean it up. And Tang Mengli and Su Haihari, as the general managers, often have to poke their heads out to inspect to see if anyone is causing trouble.

This doesn't matter, what fell was actually the teacup that Dai Junchou used to use, and he saw that Feng had a bitter face, and his hand still kept pinching the cup, which was obviously a big mistake. Su Haihari rushed over with an arrow step, bringing a gust of wind along the road, and the hems of the tea guests' clothes were actually blown up. "Shopkeeper, what's wrong?" The little harrier is much more experienced now, and he calls Feng "shopkeeper" in the teahouse on weekdays, but today's shopkeeper is obviously not sulking, because before he got close to Su Haihari, he found that Feng's breath was wrong, and the blood speed was also extremely disordered. Could it be that someone poisoned it? Is this an assassination?

Su Haihari remained silent, and the secret strength on his wrist dragged Dai Junqiao up, but what he shouted in his mouth was: "Boss, look at it, you are sulking in this person again, if you can't catch up with the girl, it's a big deal to change it, why bother yourself?" So in the eyes of outsiders, Dai Junchou was dragged back to the inner hall half-hugged and half-hugged, Su Haihari is a qualified shopkeeper, and he is quite good at figuring out the boss's intentions.

As soon as the curtain in the inner hall was lowered, Su Haihari hurriedly activated the defense mechanism of the teahouse, and the Doumu Hedgehog, who lived not far away, rushed to hear the sound, and the secret sentinel in the building would stare intently at every tea guest. As for Tang Mengli, he had already recovered from the daze just now, and as soon as he lifted the curtain, he saw Dai Junchou, who was in a bad situation.

"What's going on?" Tang Mengli asked in his mouth, his right hand had already climbed up Feng's wrist, and his three fingers were on his pulse, and after a little contemplation, he already had a plan in his heart. "It's not good, quickly bring someone in and put them on the bed. It shouldn't be poisoning, but there is a tendency to go crazy in practice. Don't alarm the guests outside. "Dai Junchou's disease is not trivial, and the news must not be leaked. As for the tea customers outside, there are three sects and nine streams, so it's best not to be alarmed.

Su Haihari believed Tang Meng's words very much, I am afraid that the poison that can escape her eyes has not yet been born, as long as it is not poisoned, the guests outside will be cleared of suspicion, and the news will naturally not be leaked, and the matter of the inner hall will be left to Tang Mengli, Su Haihari, the housekeeper, has a smile on his face, and goes out to entertain the guests. Entrust to take care of it, sell it as a tea, and do the same business.

Tang Mengli's face in the inner hall was already covered with sweat, she learned a few acupuncture techniques from Jing Lao, which was quite effective in invigorating blood and regulating qi, and Doctor Mo left an elixir, no matter what kind of condition it was, it could be temporarily suppressed. Relying on the medicinal power to stimulate people's potential, let the human body itself make fine-tuning, at least it will not be washed away by this chaotic internal breath. Dai Junchou has already entered a coma just now, but although the person is unconscious, his internal breath is fluctuating turbulently, and there are signs of collapse in his body at any time.

Tang Mengli also tried to rely on his own internal interest to help Dai Junchou guide the direction of internal breath, but as soon as his internal force entered Dai Junchou's body, it disappeared without a trace. Try again, Tang Mengli only felt that Feng's internal breath was like an extremely sharp knife, spinning at high speed to stir all the foreign breath into powder, and then assimilate it. His breath is not strong enough, and it can't be effective at all. Seeing that Dai Junchou's breath was getting faster and faster, and the painful look on her face was getting stronger and stronger, Miss Tang was helpless, and she couldn't wait to suffer for Jun Chou herself.

Since the launch of the agency of the king's fundraising, the alarm has never been remembered. So much so that Doumu was stunned for half a minute when he heard this unusual mobile phone ringtone, and then grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the door in his slippers. As soon as he rushed out of the corridor, he felt that the slippers were in the way, so he threw off and went directly to the wall, ignoring the stunned eyes of everyone, and rushed directly to the wall in the direction of the Daijun Tea House. The old man who sold vegetables only felt a dark shadow passing over his head, but the dust had long disappeared as far as he could see.

"What's going on?!" Doumu Jiqi entered the teahouse barefoot from the back door, his breath can cover the range of ten zhang, everyone in the range has their own unique internal breath, Dai Junchou's internal breath is very familiar to him, with the guidance of internal breath, he rushed directly to Dai Junchou's side through the window.

"Oh no, I look like a sign that I've gone crazy in practice. I didn't eat anything just now, I just drank a cup of tea, I checked, it wasn't poisoning. Tang Mengli briefly introduced the situation, she was already in a mess, just hoping that Doumu Jiqi could do something.

"I want to do my work, and you will protect the Dharma. Wait, notify Jing Lao first. As he spoke, Doumu took out the phone, pressed a button directly, and the pre-stored emergency text message was sent. He believed that the old man would definitely arrive as fast as possible. Until then, it was his job to save the boy's life.

"Understood." Tang Mengli stabilized his mind, walked out of the door with his Emei thorn in his hand, and sat down cross-legged after covering the door, with her, no one would want to enter this door!

Doumu Hedgehog helped Kaede up, put his hands against Kaede's back, and the strong Buddhist true power was continuously transmitted to Kaede's body. Different from the true qi in Tang Meng, the true qi of the fighting wood hedgehog presents the image of the six yao, warm and peaceful, like layers of slime, capturing the internal force of the maple one by one, and then firmly binding, overcoming the rigid with softness, and no matter how sharp the knife enters the cotton stack, it can't be exerted. Doumu Hedgehog is to use his own internal force far beyond Feng Feng to restrain the chaotic conflict of Feng Nei's internal breath, and he must hold on until Jing Lao arrives here. According to his estimates, in four hours, Jing Lao should have arrived.