Chapter 33 This Tea Doesn't Taste Right
At this moment, Dongfang Xue'er is so delicate and pitying.
Luo Feng on the opposite side was stunned, and his eyes were full of peach blossoms.
"Ahem!"
It wasn't until the voice in the hall came that Luo Feng hurriedly turned his face away.
But this scene happened to be seen by Dongfang Xue'er, who glanced at him fiercely, and muttered softly:
"Idiot!"
Feng Lao looked at this scene, and the old father's love resurfaced again.
"By the way, leave Meng Xiong for me!"
Feng Lao laughed softly and stroked his beard slowly.
At this time, Luo Feng had already been in the fairyland, and he didn't pay attention to what Feng Lao said at all, but subconsciously sighed, but then he suddenly reacted and stared at Feng Lao in a daze.
Feng Lao was helpless, so he had to add one more sentence:
"Consult with him, and if he does not want the old man, he will not force it. ”
Luo Feng recalled every word Meng Xiong said in the ring, and couldn't help frowning slightly.
"Old man, Meng Xiong is a bull temper, he doesn't care about anything except fighting, if he doesn't have enough reasons, I'm afraid it's not easy to persuade him. ”
Feng Lao also nodded, then patted the armrest on the right side, got up and said:
"Then wait a little longer! It just so happens that it will take half a month for you to replenish the staff, and maybe not half a month, so you don't need me to speak, you will have a sufficient reason to take the initiative to move him! You will stay in my main peak for the next few days, and no one will be allowed to take half a step out of the main peak without my permission. ”
After Feng Lao finished speaking, he nodded heavily at Dongfang Xue'er.
"Especially you!"
At this moment, the two of them were even more confused, they didn't know why Feng Lao asked Meng Xiong to stay by name, and they didn't know what 'can't wait for half a month' meant, and they didn't know why they were given the order not to leave the main peak.
"Don't leak it!"
Feng Lao stroked his white beard and walked towards the outside of the hall with an unfathomable smile.
But then he quietly turned around and came back, watching the two of them walk towards the inner hall left and right, secretly shaking his head and sighing, and whispering in the direction where Luo Feng left.
"You deserve it!"
After Feng Lao finished speaking, he disappeared again.
After Luo Feng left, he naturally went to find a place to cultivate.
And Dongfang Xue'er went to find Xiao Ling'er, in her heart, how could such a smart little girl be cheap to outsiders, and she had a heroic little nephew waiting for her.
When the moon is in the sky, everything is quiet.
At this time, Fang Xun was sitting cross-legged on the bed and frowned, he had been in this position for five days.
It has been ten days since Fang Xun finished his training in the mountain.
At that time, he woke up in the residence of Bai Ye, the elder on duty in the back mountain, and learned that two full days had passed since the battle with the broodmother spider, and that he had been asleep for two days, not only because of the spider venom and the loss of strength at the last moment.
It is more likely that the tense nerves that have been tense for a long time have been relaxed, and the subconscious regard these two days as an adjustment to return one's mood to nature.
It wasn't until he woke up and saw Bai Ye that he was sure that everything was real, and that the falling white shadow was not illusory.
Bai Ye didn't say much to him.
Although Bai Ye knew that Fang Xun's kid was a little weird, it was inconvenient for him to ask and investigate, and it was also his own cultivation to suppress his curiosity in a timely manner.
For his just right appearance, he just casually said that he passed by and rescued them.
Fang Xun had no doubts about this, and sincerely thanked him.
Knowing that Ye Tian and the others had not yet woken up, he was also waiting quietly in Bai Ye's residence, originally planning to ask Bai Ye some martial arts doubts, but he was always nowhere to be seen.
It wasn't until another three days passed that Ye Tian and the three woke up one after another, and everyone was laughing and laughing when they saw each other.
The real experience of a brush with death has made everyone mature a lot, and the friendship of this small team has become stronger, and the battle against a strong enemy has also left a deep imprint in their hearts.
And after going through life and death, this junior disciple with low strength and unobtrusive strength is also more brilliant in their eyes.
The four of them each had gains, but they saw a slight sense of loss in Ye Tian's eyes.
Maybe it's because in this experience, he didn't feel the opportunity to break through.
The fifteen-day training he had originally planned had only been ten days until the end of the battle with the broodmother spider, but he also knew that the experience he had gained in these ten days was enough.
Although it did not achieve its hope, it was not too disappointing.
It wasn't until Bai Ye reappeared again that Fang Xun said goodbye and left.
As for Ye Tian and the others, they seemed to have been left behind by Bai Ye.
Although he didn't know what was going on, he saw the different emotions in Bai Ye's eyes, and he also felt that it would be a good thing for Ye Tian and the others.
After Fang Xun left Bai Ye's residence, he went straight back to his small courtyard.
The scenes of the ten days of practice are constantly recalled in my mind, and I don't want to miss any detail.
This journey was too precious for him.
Before I knew it, I spent another night in hard thinking.
It wasn't until the golden yellow in the east rose again that Fang Xun exhaled the turbidity qi that had accumulated in his chest and began his body quenching cultivation today.
When he was practicing in the back mountain, he omitted the cultivation of the body quenching exercises, just because he felt that this set of body quenching exercises had not yet reached the time when they were revealed.
Fang Xun came to the courtyard as usual and started his stance, but this time his exercises were not running smoothly, and he was forced to stop after only eight times.
There is no him, because he has been crushed to the ground......
"If your mood is unstable, how can you succeed in cultivation?"
A deep voice came, and Fang Xun followed the prestige, only to see that Feng Lao had already stood by his side at some point.
Fang Xun hurriedly got up and saluted, but did not answer.
Seeing it in his eyes, Feng Lao couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, beckoning Fang Xun to return to the inner room.
Fang Xun's performance was too abnormal.
Feng Lao sat opposite Fang Xun, looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said:
"It seems that the turbidity in your heart has not been spit out, this is not the Dongfang Xun I know, let's talk about it. ”
Fang Xun raised his head and stared at Feng Lao tightly.
"Old man, how can I become stronger?"
Feng Lao did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically:
"If you want to be strong, you have to know how weak you are, do you know how weak you are?"
Fang Xun looked at Feng Lao, who was calm on the other side, speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer, and his tightly knit brows showed all his emotions.
"When I make a pot of tea, I don't have any eyesight. ”
Regarding Feng Lao's request, Fang Xun expressed helplessness, but he reluctantly complied.
I'm in a hurry like this, and I'm going to make you tea......
Fang Xun brought all the tea leaves to the table, and carried out each step in an orderly manner, and a pot of tea soon exuded a strong fragrance.
Just as he was about to serve tea to Feng Lao, Feng Lao spoke:
"This tea doesn't taste right, try it again!"
Fang Xun was stunned, and before he drank it, he said that this pot of tea tasted wrong, didn't he sincerely fool me......
As a last resort, Fang Xun began to brew the second pot again, and what he could hear from Feng Lao's mouth was still the same, and even his tone did not change in the slightest.
"This tea doesn't taste right, try it again!"
Fang Xun started the third pot again, and the fourth pot ......
"Remember how many pots this is?"
Fang Xun, who was making tea, heard a voice in his ears that made him feel upset again, if he could, he really wanted to press Feng Lao to the ground and punch and kick him.
When he raised his head to meet Feng Lao's eyes, he saw full of disappointment in Feng Lao's eyes!
"This is the eighth pot! If you don't understand what the taste of the tea is, stop and think about it, I don't think you want to hear the same thing from me again when the ninth pot of tea comes out. If that's the case, then the ninth evaluation will also be my last!"
Fang Xun lowered his head, looked at the teapot in front of him in a daze, looked at the tea spilled next to him, and kept muttering in his mouth, over and over again.
"The taste is not right......"
Feng Lao closed his eyes gently, and sat quietly opposite him without saying a word.
Until after a stick of incense.
Fang Xun picked up the teapot again with his right hand, placed it an inch above the stove, and constantly drew circles parallel to the ground, the water in the teapot was also boiling and blistering, and his left hand gently twisted the tea leaves in his hand, but he never put them into the tea set next to him.
I don't know when Fang Xun also closed his eyes, and he didn't open them until now.
But in front of him, Feng Lao had a smile on his face, and opened his eyes to watch every movement of his hands.
It wasn't until the boiling water in the teapot in Fang Xun's hand gradually calmed down that Fang Xun grinned.
But at this time, he felt a throbbing in his heart, so familiar.
But before he could react, Feng Lao reached out and stroked it, and a soft force poured into his body.
"Make tea, the old man is thirsty. ”
Fang Xun smiled, rubbed the tea leaves in his left hand and sprinkled them into the tea set, and the teapot in his right hand slowly approached.
The tea leaves are evenly scattered, and the hanging pot is poured slowly, and then gently scraped off the foam......
In an instant, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, like a breeze.
Every step of Fang Xun is orderly and pleasing to the eye.