For those women's fire-breathing gazes, Nanfeng directly ignored them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Since Zen tea came to her senses, she has seen it even more clearly. Now there was only one clear thought left in her mind, and that was to become stronger until no one could be bullied.

In her opinion, those who are immersed in a happy life, do nothing every day, are jealous every day, and run around chasing good-looking male cultivators are all pathetic people.

"Huh? How did you get here? Do you know I'm back? You'll know just two or three days after I've been back, it's amazing! ”

Nanfeng was very happy to be able to meet his childhood friend, especially after having an unpleasant encounter with some guys in the sect.

"I ......" Zhan Qingtian carries a double sword behind his back, which is different from the fancy one when he was a child, and he is very difficult to mess with at first glance, coupled with his indifferent appearance now, he is already a very sharp swordsman. Although there have been many changes, his dislike of lying is still the same.

"Ahem, are you here for Lingyunmen? Thinking that it was so far away from the Qingshan Sword Sect, it was impossible to come so fast. ”

When they were children, the two got along for a long time, and cultivators were not as forgetful as mortals, so they could still remember each other after naturally seeing each other. It's just that after the joy of meeting just now, it is the chasm brought about by the changes brought about by time, which lies between the two. Nanfeng always felt a little uncomfortable, so he kept talking to try to relieve this feeling.

Of course, Zhan Qingtian is also a little uncomfortable. He has lived a very sad life over the years, and whenever he is sad, he will think of the south wind that is resolute and never gives up.

Especially when he reached his teens, the men and women around him became strange, and he often remembered strangely the glimpses in the cave, and he missed this childhood friend more and more.

The white-skinned girl, swimming in the dark cave, under the little ghostly light, her long black hair moved with the waves, her face was indifferent, and she asked him lightly: "What's the matter?" That vivid scene often comes to his dreams.

It's as if nothing is a matter to her. As soon as Zhan Qingkong's heart relaxed, the inexplicable tension dissipated by more than half, she was still the same as before, but she had grown up and become more mature, she no longer had to disguise herself with indifference, and finally lived out herself.

Turning around, he looked at the woman who had just reached his shoulder height, the small mole in the corner of his eye flickered in front of his eyes, and the south wind had already turned around and led the way in front of him.

"What's wrong? What's up? Nanfeng looked at Zhan Qingtian in confusion, and he didn't know why he looked at himself but didn't speak.

A warm smile appeared on Zhan Qingkong's face. There has changed, but in essence, she is still the same person. The ravine drawn by time seems to be filled in an instant.

"It's nothing, just remembering when I was a kid. I sighed in my heart, it has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye, and we have changed a lot. ”

After the sentence, his face became expressionless again. It gives people the feeling that he is a gift when he opens his mouth to speak. The warm breath disappeared, and the cold nobility that rejected people thousands of miles away was refreshed. This is the state he has been most accustomed to in the past decade.

"yes, I remember you were very talkative when you were a child, why is it so hard for you to open your mouth now? Ha ha! ”

"You're a lot more lively." Zhan Qingkong couldn't help but think of the indifferent little girl who didn't care about herself. Even after getting acquainted with each other back then, she didn't talk much, but she liked all kinds of complaints when she became acquainted with her.

"Hey, I finally live a happy life, with a master, a senior brother, relatives and friends, everything goes smoothly, and I am at the peak of my life! Of course, it was much more enjoyable. How have you been over the years? It's a coincidence that we have time to have a good chat today. ”

The two of them walked all the way, and the aura of the two was strong, and the people they met on the road did not dare to come to talk, and soon walked to the Xianwu of the south wind.

Since they moved in, this place has been changed overnight by the Amans. Looking at it from a distance, on the edge of the calm small lake, there is a piece of old rhino wood, smelling the unique fragrance of the rhino wood, stepping on the stone road through the small forest, there are several small wooden houses in front, back to the mountain and facing the lake, quiet and leisurely.

The cabin is close to the Lingxi Forest, and there is a small courtyard full of flowers, and with a few flowering trees, the whole yard is lively. Movement and stillness complement each other.

"Come on, come on, please have tea."

The south wind beckons Zhan Qingtian to sit down. There are a few wooden chairs under the flower tree, and a wooden table in the middle, and the top is made of a whole thick wooden plank, which is simple, not like the delicately carved in the boudoir, but also has a more wild interest.

Sitting facing the lake, the hut has a wooden bridge along the lake, and there is a blue lotus planted on the side of the bridge, which is said to have been transplanted from the Canaan Temple for more than ten years.

At this time, it is the year when the lotus leaves and fields are in full bloom, and the pale green lotus petals are holding the tender yellow lotus platform, and the lotus platform is surrounded by lively stamens, and the pollen is very full.

The faint fragrance came, and it was excellent to enjoy the scenery while drinking tea.

"It's okay, you can talk about it." Zhan Qingtian has become less and less fond of talking over the years, and it is rare to meet a person he is relieved of, and the desire to speak is like returning to his body.

"I'm not very good at making tea, but the tea is pretty good." This is a high-grade spiritual tea grown by the Spore People, how can it be bad.

Zhan Qingtian didn't expect that she was really not modest, this tea-making technique ...... Sure enough, it's still the upright woman who has something to say! Otherwise, he wouldn't have befriended her.

Zhan Qingtian is no one worthy of him to lie or be tactful, no matter what he says, only others hold it, Nanfeng is the kind of person who would rather wronged others than wronged himself, how can he bend his head in speech?

Oh, and she also has a tactful moment of talking, usually when she's lying or trying to fool someone into something.

said that her tea-making skills were not good, Zhan Qingkong felt that she was already very proud and complacent, not only was it bad, he did better than her when he was three years old!

Not only are the tools messy, but the operation process is also wrong. I saw Nanfeng take out a big bowl, with smooth lines and a mouth, and there was no handle, as if it was made casually. Rough, without any decoration of the pottery bowl.

Then he picked up a wooden jar, lifted the lid and immediately emitted a fragrance wrapped in aura, which smelled cool, like the wind on the top of a mountain.

This is the spiritual tea planted by the spore people on the top of the mountain after the restoration of the soil fragments, and only two tea trees are planted in the entire mountain range, and several spore people take care of them every day, and the natural aura is sufficient. (To be continued.) )