Puzzled, he subconsciously asked in his heart: "Xiao Duo, what happened in the yard before I got up?" ”

"I don't know, the master and apprentice just said a kind word when they came to the door, and they sat in silence for the rest of the time, and I don't understand why the atmosphere is so strange. ~With~Dream~Xiao~ Say~щ~Suimеng~lā" Xiao Duo replied, the color of doubt in her tone was heavier than Yan Bei's.

"That's weird"

Muttering to himself, Yan Bei walked into the kitchen, found a set of empty teapots, cleaned them at will, took out the iced black tea that had been stored in the warehouse for an unknown amount of time, opened the cap and poured the tea into the teapot, put away the bottle again, and walked back with the tea as if nothing happened.

According to the seniority, the sect master is still Yan Bei's nephew, and when the two meet, Mo Xianchen has to salute Yan Bei.

However, it is calculated according to seniority, and the real algorithm is calculated according to status, yes, Yan Bei still nodded at Mo Xianchen first, and then put down the teapot and made tea for the two big guys who didn't speak.

The dark red tea slowly flowed into the white jade cup, the color contrast looked pretty good, and smelling the fragrance of tea wafting out, Yan Bei nodded secretly.

There should be no expiration date.

Yan Bei put away the teapot, knelt beside Lang Sandao, and politely raised his hand and smiled: "Sect Master, Master, please drink tea!" ”

Lang Sandao glanced at her vaguely, and asked with his eyes: Can you drink the things in this teapot?

Yan Bei's eyebrows and eyes were crooked: Master, don't worry, you can't die if you drink!

After receiving an affirmative reply, Lang Sandao grinned, and smiled at Mo Xianchen, who had a cold face:

"Sect Master, there is no decent greeting gift, only this hand-brewed tea, you don't mind, right?"

Mo Xianchen raised his eyes to look at him, then turned to Yan Bei beside him, and suddenly said something cold that made Yan Bei confused.

He looked at her and said coldly, "Uncle Shi has woken up, it seems that he should be able to speak." ”

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Lin Yi behind him, his eyes were much gentler, and he said lightly:

"Still, this is the tea made by your uncle and ancestor himself, you come up and take a sip, after all, you have also waited for your uncle for an hour."

"That's right!" Just as Lin still got up and stepped forward, he said again: "Chenshi is the time when the aura of heaven and earth gathers, if you want to cultivate and get twice the result with half the effort, you must not be greedy for sleep in the future, it is good to get up early to cultivate." ”

"Yes! Remember, disciples! Lin still bowed in response, and then took two steps forward again and knelt beside Mo Xianchen.

As soon as she sat down, Mo Xianchen pushed the tea poured by Yan Bei in front of her, and her eyes signaled that she could taste it, and moisten her throat first.

Lin was still grateful and moved, suppressed the little joy in his heart, picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip.

Lang Sandao looked at the other side, and Ben's still smiling face instantly turned black.

This is the tea that his apprentice gave to Mo Xianchen, and he handed it to a grandchild's disciple like this, he didn't want to give him face!

Yan Bei felt the displeasure emanating from the person beside him, and then thought of the ambiguous words that Mo Xianchen had just said, and finally figured out why this strange atmosphere came from.

If she didn't guess wrong, before she got up, Lang Sandao must have done something unpleasant.

For example, pressing other people's masters and apprentices to prevent people from talking or anything.

Hiss~, it seems that it is because of her?

Yan Bei glanced sideways at Lang Sandao, a little unable to believe that this Tailang master would be so good to him, the reason why he didn't let Mo Xianchen's master and apprentice speak, I am afraid there were other purposes.

However, now Mo Xianchen's master and apprentice obviously don't have the same idea as her, and they must think that it is because of her, so Lang Sandao does not allow them to speak out loud.

In this regard, Yan Bei said that she didn't want to carry this pot!

It's a pity, looking at Mo Xianchen's cold eyes and those meaningful words, she has already carried this pot.

Yan Bei was a little complaining, seeing that Lang Sandao was about to take the opportunity to find fault because of Lin still drinking tea, he still had a good conscience, so he reached out and quietly pulled the corner of his clothes.

Lang Sandao looked back and saw her shaking her head gently. A hint of banter suddenly flashed in his black eyes, he nodded, but he didn't make any more moves, gently shook the corner of his clothes, and sat upright again.

A cup of black tea had already made Lin still drink it all, and when Mo Xianchen saw her like this, a touch of distress flashed in her eyes.

But before anyone could see such a look, he was pressed down.

Yan Bei saw it in his eyes, secretly raised his eyebrows, and didn't say anything, waiting for the pair of masters and apprentices to speak first.

Sure enough, when Lin still put down the teacup, Mo Xianchen spoke.

The two of them could only come here to wash the swords in the sword pool, but Mo Xianchen didn't say it directly, but instead told him about what Mo Dye Xiang had come to yesterday, and finally in Lang Sandao's somewhat sleepy tears, he got to the point.

However, as soon as these words came out, the blade of the sword pointed directly at Yan Bei.

"I heard that Uncle Shi's sword in the sword washing pool is only going to be given away in 10,000 years? The only sword was given to Senior Sister Qingfeng Biya to accept the new female disciple, doesn't Uncle Ancestor plan to give away the second one? Mo Xianchen said lightly.

As soon as Yan Bei heard this, she knew that Lin Yi had made a small report to Mo Xianchen when she went back yesterday, and she said it herself.

But having said everything, she is not afraid that he will talk about this matter, and since she has said it, she has long been ready to deal with it.

However, Mo Xianchen didn't seem to be ready to do anything to her about this matter, but just changed the conversation and said coldly:

"But the spiritual veins of the Lingshan Mountain, which stretches for hundreds of miles, all belong to the disciples of the sect, and the sword washing pool is also a resource that my sword sect can leave to the disciples of the sect.

The tone of the front words is quite ordinary, but in the latter rhetorical question, the tone is instantly cold I don't know how many times.

The invisible cold air rose in vain, and hoarfrost instantly appeared on the outer wall of the teacup in front of Lang Sandao, and the black tea in the cup also began to glow with white cold air at the same time.

The atmosphere has become different, before it was still an uncle and nephew, but now it has risen to the issue of the principle of the sect master and his disciples using public favoritism and violating the rules of the sect.

The height was different, Yan Bei's eyes drooped slightly, and for the first time, he felt the maintenance of Lin Yi's apprentice by Zhongmo Xianchen for the first time.

The temperament of this calf protector is really incomparable!

But the slap in the face often comes too quickly!

Lang Sandao stood up suddenly, his right hand instantly held the handle of the knife, and with a wave of his left hand, the invisible wave of qi struck towards the teacup on the Qingyu case, "Let's chirp" There was a crisp sound, and the teacup flew in front of Lin Yi's eyes, fell to the ground and shattered.

"Who is the sect master listening to these nonsense?!"

"When did I say that the sword washing pool was in charge of me?"

"Grandma's! How dare you wronged Lao Tzu! Sect Master, tell me from whose mouth you heard the rumors? Look at Lao Tzu, go and confront him face to face! ”

The earth-shattering anger started out of thin air, and the three people present looked confused.