The young man has a very remarkable name, surnamed Wu Mingsheng, is the only clerk in this tea house, and he is very good at making tea with one hand, and he is also well-known in this area.

Wu Sheng squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Ying a few times, and suddenly a sincere smile appeared on his face, and said, "It turned out to be Sister Huang Ying, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you here?" What about Uncle Lang? ”

Uncle Lang in Wusheng's mouth obviously refers to Chen Bailang, it seems that Chen Bailang has come here to drink tea before.

"Your Uncle Lang didn't come today because I haven't seen you for so long, and you have grown taller than your sister." Huang Ying said with a smile.

"Hehe, Sister Huang Ying has become more beautiful." Martial Saint smiled honestly.

"It's sweet for you, but my sister likes to listen to it, so it's not in vain that my sister brought you a bunch of comic books." Huang Ying said.

"Really? Where? It's been a long time since I've read a comic book. Martial Saint's eyes suddenly lit up and said.

Huang Ying beckoned, and soon the driver of the car took out a large box from the trunk, and the martial saint suddenly flashed his body in front of Chen Qingyang's eyes, and before the driver's brother could react, the box was already in the hands of the martial saint.

Chen Qingyang and Mu Ge looked at each other, and they both saw a look of shock in each other's eyes.

The speed of the Martial Saint is not fast, but the strange thing is that it does not make the slightest sound of breaking through the air, which is incredible.

"Naruto, One Piece, and my favorite Dragon Ball, Sister Huang Ying, I love you so much." Wu Sheng said excitedly while holding a box of comic books, like a child getting his favorite toy.

Chen Qingyang and Mu Ge were speechless for a while, the Martial Saint was about the same age as them, but this mind seemed to be underage!

"If you like it, why don't you hurry up and make a pot of tea for your sister?" Huang Ying smiled.

"Okay, let's go."

Wu Sheng rushed into the tea house with a large box of comic books.

"Don't stand, let's go in first." Huang Ying said.

Immediately, the three of them strode into the tea house, and suddenly a fresh fragrance of tea came to their faces, which made people feel a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

After the three of them found a random place to sit down, Wu Sheng brought up a pot of tea that had just been brewed, and poured a cup of clear and light green tea for each person, which was the best Biluochun he said before.

Chen Qingyang took a sip of it gently, and suddenly the fragrance of tea filled his entire mouth, even if he, a person who doesn't like tea, immediately liked the fragrance of tea.

"Xiao Wu, where is your father? Why didn't you see him come out? Huang Ying asked after taking a sip of tea.

Chen Qingyang's eyes suddenly looked at Martial Saint, the person Chen Bailang asked him to come to this time should be Martial Saint's father.

"The old man didn't know what to do last night, and he didn't come back until midnight, and he hasn't gotten up yet? What, are you looking for him? The Martial Saint asked.

"Well, we have something to do with him, by the way, I haven't introduced you yet, his name is Chen Qingyang, and he is your Uncle Lang's son." Huang Ying pointed at Chen Qingyang and said.

Martial Saint's eyes immediately looked at Chen Qingyang, looked at him curiously, and then took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said, "Hello, my name is Martial Saint." ”

Sensing a hint of provocation in Martial Saint's eyes, Chen Qingyang smiled faintly, and then also stretched out his right hand.

"Chen Qingyang."

The moment he shook hands, a terrifying force suddenly came, and Chen Qingyang's right hand suddenly deformed.

However, his face was not moved at all, and with a slight effort, the Martial Saint opposite suddenly frowned, and then a trace of pain appeared on his face.

Chen Qingyang's strength was comparable to that of a first-order martial artist in the Innate Realm, and if he did his best, it would be enough to easily crush the hand of the Martial Saint.

Sensing a slight change in the martial saint's expression, Chen Qingyang took the initiative to unload his strength and let go of his right hand.

"It is worthy of Uncle Lang's son, Xiao Wu is willing to bow down." Martial Saint said calmly.

"You're not bad either." Chen Qingyang said politely.

The strength of the Martial Saint may not be as good as his, but in his strength, there seems to be a very peculiar power, endless, endless.

"Hehe, let's have a chance to talk, I feel that you are very strong." The Martial Saint's eyes suddenly showed a blazing battle intent and said.

"I'm happy to accompany you." Chen Qingyang shrugged his shoulders and said, he also wanted to know what the strange power in this martial saint's body was.

"Then it's decided, I'll go and wake up my old man first, hoping not to be scolded to death by him." After the martial saint finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the pavilion.

After Wu Sheng left, Chen Qingyang turned his gaze to Huang Ying and asked, "Miss Huang, who are they?" How can you live in seclusion in such a small place? ”

Huang Ying shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know, I only know that he has known your father for a long time, but the relationship between the two is a little special." ”

"What's so special?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously, he still remembered that Chen Bailang said that person hated him.

"Once I overheard your father mention that the two of them used to be very good friends, and they were born and died countless times, but then they turned their faces because of a woman." As she spoke, Huang Ying looked at Chen Qingyang with a strange gaze.

Chen Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Don't tell me that person is my mother?" ”

When he saw the name of this tea house for the first time just now, Chen Qingyang felt a little strange, and now when he heard Huang Ying say this, he was almost sure that the owner of this tea house knew his mother, and the relationship was definitely not ordinary.

"Young master, you are really smart, that's right, they turned their faces because of your mother back then, I don't know the specific reason, but the final result must be that your father won, otherwise there would be no existence of you." Huang Ying said.

Chen Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "No wonder he hates Chen Bailang, even the woman he loves has been snatched away, if it were me, I would hate him too." ”

Huang Ying couldn't deny a smile, picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

"This martial saint is that man's own son?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously.

"Well, then he married someone else, but I have never met his wife, and it should be gone, otherwise there would not be this tea house." Huang Ying said.

Anyone can see that the man still misses Chen Qingyang's mother.

"How strong is he?" Chen Qingyang then asked.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not weak, otherwise I wouldn't be worthy of being your father's opponent." Huang Ying said.

"Well, I don't know if he's willing to help me." Chen Qingyang sighed slightly and said, the time given to him by the Nalan family is running out.

"It's hard to say, he has a very strange temper, I came with your father a few times, and the two started fighting after a few words." Huang Ying said helplessly.

While the two were talking, a voice with a slight vicissitudes of surprise suddenly sounded.

"Are you Su Lan's son?"