However, after listening to Xiang Yu's analysis, one of them suddenly said: "According to what you say, the Cold Moon Frost Knife suddenly disappeared halfway, maybe it is also related to King Qin." ”

"This is not necessarily, who doesn't want a treasure like the Cold Moon Frost Knife?"

Almost at the same time, someone retorted.

When everyone said this, the topic suddenly changed, and they began to discuss the rumors of the Cold Moon Frost Knife.

Anyone who practices martial arts, hearing that the divine weapon is not unmoved, this group of young people repeatedly described the wonder of the Cold Moon Frost Knife, but it made the thick eyebrows and big eyes of the young man itch and scratch, and secretly wondered: "I just don't know how this legendary Hun artifact Cold Moon Frost Knife compares to my treasure knife?" My brother Jing Tianming is the apprentice of the world's first sword, but the weapon in his hand is not very good. It's a pity that my knife is a family heirloom, and I can't give it away, if Tianming can have a cold moon frost knife, it will definitely be like a tiger with wings, and when the time comes, I will join forces with him and call on everyone, maybe I can really do a great job. ”

The thick-eyed and big-eyed young man couldn't help but get more and more excited the more he thought about it, and immediately took out the money and put it on the table, saying, "I left beforehand, and today's meal is mine." ”

"Thank you so much, Childe!"

Everyone immediately thanked in unison.

The boy also returned the salute, and then strode out of the tavern amid the cheers of the crowd.

……

"Shop, build a pot of hot tea, here are a few good side dishes, preferably a few catties of cooked beef!"

Just as the thick-eyed and big-eyed young man left, a white-robed figure sat directly in his place......

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute!"

As soon as the owner of the white-robed figure finished speaking, the shopkeeper immediately answered......

The owner of the white-robed figure was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he had a weapon pinned to his waist, which seemed to be a scimitar, and a slight chill was faintly revealed from it......

"Here, your tea!"

As soon as the white-robed figure sat down, Xiao Er on the side handed over a pot of steaming tea......

However, at the moment when the tea was served, a white-haired figure sat straight in front of the owner of the white-robed figure......

"Hahaha, how could Mo Lao come to such a place?"

The owner of the white-robed figure gently picked up the teacup and carefully poured himself a cup without raising his head......

"Hehe, Childe is so powerful, you can know that it is old from so far away!"

The gray-haired old man chuckled......

The owner of the white-robed figure also smiled......

"Don't laugh at Mo Lao, in the whole world, you like to drink that white jade bitter tea, I can't smell your question!"

The owner of the white-robed figure deliberately exaggerated and said: "There is a great smell of bitter tea from afar!" ”

"Alas...... You can't complain about old age! ”

The old man stroked his beard: "The old man does not seek fame or profit in this life, he prefers the taste of this bitter tea, first bitter and then sweet, and life is nothing more than this!" ”

After speaking, the old man's face couldn't help but show an intoxicated look......

"Hahaha, I have long known this taste of Mo Lao, the top white jade bitter tea that has just been shipped from Chashan, come and try it!"

The owner of the white-robed figure smiled faintly, and as he spoke, he took out a small but extremely fine jar from his arms.

"The best white jade bitter tea!"

When the old man heard this, he shouted violently: "Hurry up, soak it, soak it, the old man never thought that one day he would be able to drink this kind of tea!" ”

As he spoke, the old man got up and walked to the side of the master of the white-robed figure, snatched the teapot away, and took the boiling spring water and soaked it himself......

The owner of the white-robed figure could only smile helplessly......

The old man is like this, he can't walk when he encounters good tea......

However, I have to say that the old man's kung fu to make tea is still very home, and there are all kinds of steps!

After a while, the old man carefully poured out the first cup of turbid tea, and then poured hot water again......

As soon as the hot water rushed into the cup, the dry tea leaves suddenly danced up and down in the water like startled butterflies. The curly leaves gradually unfurled, and they were the most tender buds and leaves, and through the water, you could see their dark veins. The foam on the surface of the water dissipated, and the floating tea leaves stretched, stretched, and then slowly settled one by one, like the leaves falling in various postures in autumn, only more leisurely and quieter. After the tea leaves fall to the bottom of the cup, some will continue to stand upright, gently swaying with the fluctuations of the water. The bottom of the cup gradually turned a smoky color. The yellow color of the smoke became more and more intense, diffusing and staining the entire glass of water......

In this way, after waiting for a while, the first cup of new tea was finally completely completed!

The owner of the white-robed figure picked up a cup and took a small sip, and in an instant, an indescribable bitter taste came directly to his face, but after a while, the internal organs were instantly filled with a trace of refreshing fragrance......

"There must be three ways to drink tea, the first is as bitter as life, the second is as short and sweet as love, and the third is as light as a breeze."

Putting down the teacup, the owner of the white-robed figure suddenly spoke slowly......

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect Childe to have such a high level of tea ceremony comprehension!!"

The old man said with a smile, he naturally poured himself a glass as soon as possible.

The teacup is neither big nor small, so you can enjoy the bitter and then sweet fragrance of the white jade bitter tea slowly without drinking it in one gulp......

"Sure enough, it's authentic white jade bitter tea!!"

The old man took a small sip and immediately enjoyed it......

At this moment, the outside of the teahouse is full of flowers, which is also a good time to taste tea and enjoy tea......

"Childe, how about the knife......"

The next moment, the old man suddenly spoke, and then directly drank the bitter tea in the cup......

"The knife is good, Leng Yue is the knife of the Hun clan, sharpening iron like mud, even if it is against the Xianyang Palace, Yingzheng's Tianwen, I'm afraid it is not weaker than the downwind!"

"Hehehe, I'm afraid that only Gongzi in the world today dares to call Yingzheng by such a name!"

"Tianwen is the number one existence in the world's hundred swords, no one in the world knows how sharp he is, although the Cold Moon Frost Knife is the treasure of the Huns, but if it is compared with Tianwen, it will definitely be a little inferior!"

The old man retorted.

"Okay, don't talk about these things when you and I see them, have you done what I ordered?"

The owner of the white-robed figure suddenly changed his voice.

"It's done, Wei Zhuang has arrived at the Mojia Organ City, and at this time he is sending a large army and his quicksand guard to attack ......"

The old man replied slowly.

"However, the Mo family's organ city is too strong, and in a short period of time, they can't break through it at all......"

"Naturally, the Mo family can only outwit the city, not attack!"

The owner of the white-robed figure smiled slightly and said.