Chapter 838 Tea is hard to drink

"Friends from afar ......"

Zhou Changmei said with a smile, and the second half of the sentence was picked up by Fang: "It's very tangled." ”

Zhou Changmei was stuck behind the words, and he didn't know what to say for a while. Mu Xianjun, who was originally sitting beside him, kept his head down to suppress the inexplicable irritability and anger in his heart, and he felt even more uncomfortable when he heard Fang Xie speak like this. It's just that he has been showing himself as gentle and virtuous for so many years, and it has become a habit. So when he looked up, he already had a very friendly and gentle smile on his face.

"Grandpa is waiting here, so there is no need to worry about many things."

He hugged his fists: "My father heard that my grandfather might have come to Dongjiang, but he still didn't believe it, so I asked Uncle Zhou and me to come and take a look. The reason why he didn't show up rashly was because he was afraid of disturbing his grandfather's business, but he didn't expect that his father's news would be so fast, and the strength of the Black Flag Army really deserved its reputation. ”

This sounds very polite, but in fact, it is not to tell Fang Xie that no matter how strong the strength of the Black Flag Army is, this is also the eastern Xinjiang, not the southwest. You'd better be honest and don't make any mess when you get here.

"It's a private matter, so I didn't plan to disturb Mufu at first, I wanted to take advantage of the southwest to accompany Neiko home to meet my father for the time being, but I didn't think that I would alarm Guogong when I got off the boat, which is really rude."

Fang Xie smiled and said, "Later, I will go to the mansion to visit Ning Guogong." ”

Zhou Changmei said: "In this case, let's go back and have an explanation with Mu Guogong, Mu Mansion has always been hospitable, if Mu Guogong knows that you have arrived, he will be very happy." He loves to make friends with heroes, and he has been famous for a long time, and he has always admired him, but he is thousands of miles away and has never had the opportunity to meet. Now that he has arrived in Eastern Xinjiang this time, Mufu naturally still has to do his best to be a landlord. ”

"Thank you in advance."

Fang Xie poured down and got up, wanting to pour tea for the two of them. Zhou Changmei also stood up and said, "Grandpa has a prominent status, how can Grandpa pour tea himself?" I'll do it myself. ”

Fang Xie smiled: "I arrived at this pavilion first, I am the master, and the two are the guests, how can there be a reason for the guests to pour tea by themselves?" ”

He picked up the teapot to pour tea for Zhou Changmei, Zhou Changmei's eyes were slightly dark, and he secretly used his internal strength to concentrate on one point, wanting to seal the teapot spout to prevent water from flowing out. Zhou Changmei has a very high status in the Penglai Sect, and although he is far inferior to Su Yang in terms of cultivation, he is also a first-class master in the sect. He is Su Yang's junior brother, and he is much more anxious than Su Yang.

The power of internal strength was distributed in front of him, and Zhou Changmei smiled politely, waiting for Fang to make a fool.

Mu Xianjun knows Zhou Changmei's methods, and he has known his uncle's temperament in Penglai Sect for so many years. Penglai Sect takes chivalry as its purpose, and its disciples do many good deeds, so the fishermen along the coast call Penglai Sect Xianmen. In the eyes of the fishermen, such a group of cultivators with great magical powers were already immortals, and they were naturally more respectful of being able to perform chivalrous deeds.

But that's just the surface.

Although Penglai Island is not small, the island is occupied by a Penglai Mountain, and the rest of the place cannot be cultivated, the sea climate is changeable, there are often wind and waves, even if you grow some grain and vegetables, you can't survive. So for so many years, most of Penglaizong's living needs were purchased from fishermen on land.

The previous masters were all pure-hearted and had few desires, and it didn't matter whether the food was good or not, and the higher the practice, the lower the demand for food. At that time, there were not many disciples under the sect, and even if they didn't make any progress, they could at least barely make ends meet. The previous heads of the Penglai Sect pursued quiet and natural, and lived a hard life, but they enjoyed this pure spiritual life the most.

After Su Yang became the head of the sect, he planned to carry forward the Penglai Sect, but without silver, it became the biggest obstacle, even if he could attract a large number of people to learn art with his cultivation, but what did these people eat and drink?

Although Su Yang intended to make friends with the powerful, Mu Guangling also gave a large amount of silver after sending Mu Xianjun to Penglai Sect, but this was not enough for a master who wanted to carry forward Penglai Sect.

The one who came to solve this problem for the sect was Zhou Changmei.

Mu Xianjun knows very well what kind of character this uncle has, and the four words ruthlessness can never be completely described. During the day, he is a fairy hero who eliminates harm for the people, and on the vast sea, I don't know how many fishing boats were rescued by Zhou Changmei and others in distress, and the fishermen kowtowed to worship and regarded them as gods. At night, he instructed his disciples to sneak into the land, plunder caravans, rob the rich gentry, and it is not clear how many lives and debts were created in their hands.

Even there are so many murders outside Muping City in the south, and many of them are inseparable from him.

Mu Ping is full of merchants who come to buy goods, and he has a lot of money, and he can get a lot of wealth by killing a caravan. Another advantage of choosing a wealthy businessman is that there won't be much to worry about. In the Central Plains, although merchants are extremely wealthy, their status is low, and they are even inferior to ordinary farmers. No matter how rich you are, what is there to worry about if you don't have status?

So when he noticed the flow of Dao internal energy, Mu Xianjun knew that Uncle Shi was going to stand up. Although his father Mu Guangling repeatedly asked not to rush the other party to make a move, but when he arrived in Dongjiang, he still had to show his necessary strength, and if he was looked down upon in his own territory, it would be too embarrassing.

Moreover, Zhou Changmei felt Mu Xianjun's hostility towards Fang Jie.

If Penglai Sect wants to develop, it is impossible to do without the support of Mu Mansion. Mu Xianjun returned to Mu Mansion this time and secretly planned to urge Mu Guangling to raise troops, but in fact, it was simply prompted by Zhou Changmei. If Su Yang is still a little entangled in his heart, then Zhou Changmei has been deeply trapped from the beginning and can no longer come out.

Wealth, wealth, status

By the time these words begin to fill a man's mind, most likely the person has gone insane. Especially when a person who had to be pure in the first half of his life for the sake of the precepts of the sect finally tasted the taste of power in the second half of his life, then this taste will make him addicted and poisoned.

Therefore, Zhou Changmei knows very well that his future fate has long been inseparable from Mu Fu. If you want to have a good future, you must do things for Mufu. And Mu Xianjun is the helmsman of Mu Mansion in the future, if Mu Mansion raises troops in the future and finally seeks to seize the world, then Mu Xianjun is the prince. After Mu Guangling's death, Mu Xianjun was the emperor.

Since Zhou Changmei felt Mu Xianjun's hostility towards Fang Jie, he naturally wanted to take action for him.

And Mu Xianjun, he just needs to wait to see the jokes.

……

…… Zhou Changmei squinted at the spout, expecting to see a deflated expression on Fang Jie's face in the next second.

Wow

The steaming tea flowed smoothly from the spout, and the aroma of tea came out with the heat, which was refreshing. I have to say that this is definitely a rare treasure in tea, and a person with a prominent family background like Mu Xianjun knows the way of tea, so he immediately distinguishes that if this tea is sold in the prosperous era of Qingping...... Worth 100 gold.

"Please"

Fang Xie smiled and made a gesture of please, signaling that Zhou Changmei could drink. Half a full cup of wine is the way of hospitality.

Zhou Changmei's heart tightened slightly, Fang Xie resolved his dilemma in such an understatement, which shows that Fang Jie's cultivation is also extremely good. He glanced at Mu Xianjun, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Thank you grandpa for the tea." ”

He held up his glass to thank him.

Just thinking about it.

Because he couldn't lift the cup from the stone table at all, with his cultivation, he couldn't do anything! The cup seemed to be cast into a stone table, and it didn't move. If he used it again, the cup would be broken, and even breaking the stone table would not be a problem for Zhou Changmei, but in this way, the scene would be completely lost.

"How?"

Fang Xie glanced at Zhou Changmei: "What do you call this?" Do you think I didn't pour enough tea? ”

Zhou Changmei's face was a little red, and the hand holding the teacup was not let go: "Grass people Zhou Changmei is the attendant of the little grandfather......"

"Oh"

Fang Xie sighed: "That's my mess up, I should respect the little grandfather first." I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you to hand this cup of tea to the little grandfather. ”

The back of Zhou Changmei's hand was already bruised, and he knew very well that if he added a little more strength, this cup would definitely break. But this teacup can't be served, and this noodle can't be taken back.

"I'll do it myself."

Mu Xianjun saw Zhou Changmei's embarrassment, smiled and stretched out his hand: "My uncle knows me best, and knows that I don't like to drink hot tea, I have always liked to drink tea warmly, so he wants to put it down and then hand it to me." However, today's tea is given by the Zhenguo Gong, how can I not drink it? ”

Zhou Changmei blushed and let go of his hand, and immediately after letting go of his hand, he turned his back behind him.

Mu Xianjun stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch the teacup, Fang Xie suddenly smiled: "If you are not thirsty, then put it away first." ”

He picked up the second cup and put it in front of Zhou Changmei: "Come, I will toast you." When I first met today, I was like-minded, and we were friends regardless of status, so I also want to respect you. ”

Seeing him pour tea again, Zhou Changmei's face immediately changed, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved: "Grandpa has a noble status, and the grass people really can't afford it." ”

At this time, Mu Xianjun's face changed suddenly!

Only then did he see that Zhou Changmei's palms were red and red, especially the five fingers on the belly of the fingers were already without flesh and skin, and they were bloody. The palms of his hands were burned black, and there was a smell of burnt meat.

His hand, which had already reached out to take the teacup, suddenly stopped, and he stopped in mid-air with some embarrassment.

"Don't drink?"

Fang Xie shook his head: "That's a pity, this good cup of tea." ”

"After the tired little grandfather went back, he told Ning Guogong that he would definitely visit me when I was done with my family affairs. There are still some things to deal with today, so I won't accompany the two of you.

He stretched out his hand, and the Shen Fan who was sitting behind him slowly got up, put his hand in Fang Jie's palm, and the two of them turned to leave.

In the eyes of passers-by, the man was chic and dignified in a black shirt, and the woman was like a fairy, which was really a match to the extreme.

In Mu Xianjun's eyes, the backs of those two people were so dazzling.

"I'm sorry ......"

Zhou Changmei didn't dare to raise his head in shame, looking at his almost useless hand and his eyes were flustered: "I didn't expect this person's cultivation to be so strong, this cup was fused with the stone table by his internal strength, as if it was fired together, if you pick up the cup, I'm afraid that even the stone table will be shattered together." ”

Mu Xianjun's face kept changing, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Let's go!"

He snorted coldly and turned to walk out. After walking a few steps, he found that Zhou Changmei did not follow, and when he looked back, he saw Zhou Changmei's face in pain.

"Let's go...... Can't walk ......."

Zhou Changmei screamed in pain, and his body trembled. Mu Xianjun's face changed greatly, he was surprised to find that Zhou Changmei's feet didn't know when the boots had burned out, and the feet were blackened as if they were sunken into the ground, and if he forcibly pulled out his feet, he didn't know how much flesh and blood would fall off. Mu Xianjun understood in an instant that Fang Xie must have melted the ground under Zhou Changmei's feet with internal strength, and Zhou Changmei endured it in order not to lose face!

He didn't know how high the temperature needed to melt the green bricks, but he knew that Fang Jie's hand must be extremely mysterious. The green bricks were melted extremely quickly, so all of Zhou Changmei's boots were burned, and before his feet were abolished, Fang Xie quickly cooled down the green bricks, and the speed of the transformation of true qi was shocking!

"Little grandfather...... You...... You okay. ”

Zhou Changmei pointed at Mu Xianjun and asked.

Mu Xianjun was surprised for a moment, thinking that you have been injured like this, and actually asked me if there was anything wrong? One hand is almost useless, two feet are almost useless, if people want to, Zhou Changmei has already died once at this time!

But he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously looked down, and this glance was almost gone.

There was a tiny, tiny hole in the garment of his heart, like a grain of rice.

Mu Xianjun hurriedly looked through it, his outer clothes and underwear were pierced, but there was no scar on his heart.

His face turned pale in an instant, and he sat down on the ground. After a while, he looked in the direction where Fang Xie and the stunning woman had left, and the hatred in his eyes was a little lighter, because there was a little more fear in it.