Introduction: In front of that breath, he felt that the spiritual consciousness he had cultivated was so simple, like a child's graffiti and a master's painting put together.

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A middle-aged man wearing a wide-sleeved white cedar stood on the top of the mountain, with the majesty of a long high position hidden between his eyebrows, and at this moment, he looked at the "master" beside him with an inquiring face.

"Master, this is the Feng Shui treasure you are talking about?"

The middle-aged man felt it carefully, and indeed felt that the air of this mountain was thicker and fresher than the outside world, which was refreshing and pleasant, and the viscera seemed to be transparent all of a sudden.

"In fact, in the past two years, there have been auspicious signs in famous mountains and rivers all over the country, and this place should have just started...... Reshipment. ”

The half-hundred-year-old man with a goatee leaned on a peachwood cane, looking solemnly at the fog in front of him, his voice fluttering, revealing some secrets.

Councilor surnamed Zhao's body shook slightly, the master in front of him was a famous feng shui master in the south, if he hadn't worked hard to solve a trouble for his family before, he really wouldn't have been able to invite him.

Zhao Haiyang entered politics from business, and the heavy foreign commercial market buildings all over the states are his industries, and in recent years, he has gradually handed over the business to take care of it, and he is active in the political arena.

At the beginning, it was smooth sailing, and he quickly became a local councilor, but the more he went to the back, the more difficult it became to climb up, and he also established a lot of political enemies.

He had been in this position for years, and the death of the old fellows was in high position, with no hope of ascending.

Similarly, his position is also stared at, waiting for him to make a mistake and step down.

He looks beautiful, and the pressure is not small, he is less than forty, and he already has gray hair.

In Ma Congqiu's view, it is gloomy between the eyebrows and the desire for power.

"What do you mean, ...... build a villa here?" Zhao Haiyang thought habitually and looked around with some hesitation.

Ma Congqiu smiled and said nothing.

The top of the mountain was a crossroads, and at this time a few young people came out of the fog, apparently lost, and finally saw the two of them, both with surprises on their faces.

"Excuse me, do you know how to go down the mountain?" Song Teng stepped forward and asked, looking at the middle-aged man, who seemed to feel a little familiar.

In front of outsiders, Zhao Haiyang immediately regained his usual majesty, as if he hadn't heard it, and lowered his head in contemplation.

Ma Congqiu pinched the peachwood staff and knocked on the ground, and immediately, the thick mist magically appeared in front of him with a finger.

"There is actually the meaning of hiding the void realm, the person who arranged the formation, the cultivation is really amazing. Ma Congqiu whispered to himself, his eyes a little stunned.

He shook his head and rejected the idea, if there was a lord here, why would he have been here for so long and not be seen.

His mind was racing, and he had to quickly inform a few old friends to come and settle down, and completely refine this borderless land, and they would break away from the name of the warlock and rise to the top.

Ma Congqiu didn't know that his casual actions had already been shocked by the people around him, and Zhao Haiyang's attention to him had been raised to a higher level.

"Let's go. Song Teng's girlfriend pulled the two of them and motioned for them to leave quickly, it was really weird here.

"It turned out to be Uncle Zhao, but I didn't expect you to be here. Song Teng finally recognized this father's friend.

At his father's classmate meeting, he was introduced to him, and later appeared as an outstanding student at the college's symposium.

His father always reminded him, and it never hurt to go around with such big people more.

"Oh?" Zhao Haiyang had seen too many people, and there wasn't much for him to remember, especially the young people, who really couldn't think of it for a while.

Song Teng was a little discouraged, and the other party didn't seem to care much about him.

Ma Congqiu ignored the few young people who suddenly arrived, he raised his peachwood staff and pointed in the direction of the bluestone stele, and immediately, the mist surged, as if to reveal the scenery in the depths.

"Get out!" suddenly a muffled voice came from the mist.

Sure enough, there are people! Ma Congqiu's heart jumped, and his eyes were awe-inspiring: "Why is this borderless land Your Excellency's?"

The mist surged violently, condensing a facial silhouette, and with a swooping momentum, it came to Ma Congqiu's body, close to his nose. "Do you want to die!"

The huge mist palm rolled up the wind and suppressed it.

Everyone was shocked and retreated.

Ma Congqiu felt an unprecedented life-and-death crisis, and without hesitation, he took out a quaint wooden statue, the size of a palm, biting the tip of his tongue and spraying blood on the statue.

The statue released a yellow light, stretched out a light and shadow protection, and the mist touched the palm of his hand, but paused, like a reservoir flooding, unstoppably photographed down.

Click! The statue quickly cracked, and then shattered.

Ma Congqiu screamed and was swallowed by the mist.

The mist rushed in quickly, and pounced on the remaining few people without mercy, and when they opened their eyes again, they were actually at the foot of the mountain.

"Don't say a word about today's events. "Zhao Haiyang has been in the business and political worlds for so many years, and the city government is deep, and he quickly calmed down.

"Good...... We get it. Song Teng and the four of them were still shocked, and nodded subconsciously, what they had just witnessed simply subverted their understanding.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the signal had been restored, and Zhao Haiyang immediately took out the Shenzhou Pass and sent people over to block Ruyi Mountain.

If you have no choice but to blow up the mountain.

Zhao Haiyang looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, his eyes narrowed. Thinking of that mysterious means of existence, he really had some palpitations.

Now, how could he have time to care about the life or death of the master, several men who looked like bodyguards hugged him, escorted him to sit on the Yuan Suo, and left quickly.

At the top of the mountain, Ma Congqiu's mouth was stained with blood, looking at the ethereal figure in the mist, a little afraid.

It was really the previous means that shocked him.

"I don't know if it's the treasure of the predecessors, I'm sorry, please give me a chance to apologize. This kind of master has always been moody, they don't have a life-and-death enmity, Ma Congqiu decided to put a low posture.

The figure seemed to be thinking, and then raised his hand and pointed at it, and Ma Congqiu's eyebrows cooled, as if something had penetrated into his body.

Ma Congqiu learned from the barefoot view in the south, and his feng shui physiognomy can be said to have been passed on.

The breathing method handed down from the Taoist temple has also been practiced to the state of divine intention, and it is regarded as the hope that it is possible to break through the realm of the ancestor within the age of 100.

But in front of that warm and jade-like breath, he felt that the mental consciousness he had cultivated was so simple, as if a child's graffiti and a master's painting were put together.

That aura came directly to the position of Zhihai, and directly drove out some of the mental energy, and the fine tentacles spread all over the body.

Ma Congqiu's face turned pale, and he had a feeling that a sharp blade was hanging in his heart, and his life and death were only in the other party's thoughts.

There was a cry of surprise from the mist, and the divine consciousness came into contact, and soon found that the abnormalities of those mixed breaths were not like ordinary energy, closer to a kind of divine consciousness, but not pure enough.

Ma sweated like rain from the autumn, and hurriedly said the master's breathing method, which is similar to a kind of qi cultivation kung fu, which can exercise the body for a long time and strengthen the mental power.

Even if you tell others, only a few people can get started, and they are naturally not afraid of leaking out.

What Ma Congqiu didn't expect was that in just a few breaths, there was some kind of thunderous roar coming from the fog.

This is the beginning? Ma Congqiu opened his mouth wide. You know, even though he was regarded as a rare demon, it took him a month.

This was followed by a long crane moan.

Ma Congqiu's eyes were a little frightened, that was the realm of the master and his old man.

The breath in the body suddenly had spirituality, and he walked along the route of the breathing method in the acupuncture veins, but there was a faint difference.

Ma Congqiu's whole body trembled, and black dirt was expelled from the pores, slimy, but his face was replaced by ecstasy.

"Help me get here and get rid of the trouble you've caused. The first time the figure spoke in the fog, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"I will come again. ”

Ma Congqiu carefully wrote down the breathing method that had obviously been improved, and when he came back to his senses, he had disappeared from the man's trace.

"If you don't kill me, you will give me benefits, this is to use me to do things for him...... If I don't die this time, I will definitely kill Huiguanli. ”

Ma Congqiu's mind was lively, and he quickly thought of the key.

He has lived for decades and has no nostalgia, except for being driven down the mountain that year, he has always had obsessions. He knew that the new breathing method would change his life completely.

Ma Congqiu clenched his peachwood staff, drowning in the surging mist.

There are some things that have to be repaid.

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Ice stone and tea soup are mixed, after being shaken, just pour a cup, scrape, seal the cup, the whole process has a kind of inexplicable charm like flowing water.

This is also where making tea fascinates many apprentices.

Zhou Zhilin took a break, Ji Nan was free, and asked the newcomer Wenji to replace Bai Liang, saying I came to see you make tea.

Tea grinding is an ancient tea-making technique, in which Guizhu tea leaves are ground into tea through a complex process, creating a new kind of tea.

The grinding tea series is also a new product in Xiluoshan in July.

After being a little proficient in brewing ordinary tea milk, Ji Nan picked out some more complex drinks such as Yangjing, Fuli and Ground Tea, and examined the data and the amount of ice stones.

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"What is the ratio of a small cup of chestnut powder to milk sand, and what about the amount of hot water?"

"The amount of hot water is one hundred and twenty. Bai Liang quickly calculated and replied.

"Where does the hot drink come from what amount of hot water, the tea dictionary says that there is appropriate hot water, and ice drinks are. Ji Nan corrected.

With a white face and a black face, I feel that the routine is so deep.

"Unqualified, redone. ”

Ji Nan is obviously much stricter, even if he doesn't burst the cup, he will ask for a redo if the amount of ice stone is too much or too little.

"I do it at eighty hot water. Bai Liang pointed to the list of grinding tea milk.

"You have more ice stones with less ice. Ji Nan just said.

"......" Bai Liang later learned that the amount of hot water for grinding tea was actually not accurate.

"Okay, you can go clubbing by yourself later. Ji Nan brought over a mask that only a tea master needs, or can only wear, which represents some kind of preliminary recognition.

"I already have it. Bai Liang said, and as soon as he said it, he realized that he was talkative.

"Who gave it to you!" Sure enough, Ji Nan's face sank.

"Master. ”

Ji Nan took back the mask, walked to the back and dialed Shenzhoutong, and his tone was a little angry: "Zhou Zhilin, who asked you to issue a mask privately!"

Bai Liangyi slapped his forehead, he was really dead.

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