A few days ago, every day Huang Ting Zhenren died under the thunder, if in normal times, every Huang Ting Zhenren is a big man on the Megatron side, but now he has fallen in the overlord, and he has been deliberately forgotten.

After a few days in a row, the jade-faced Mingjun was a little unbearable, and if he continued like this, he would have to be wiped out under the thunder tomorrow. He knew his own affairs, and he was lucky enough to be promoted to the Rhubarb Court, and the master once said that his tea ceremony would end here, and let him leave. That's why he established the Champs Xiaozhu, and also climbed the big tree of 'Heavenly Bandit', and over the years, he has also made a big name in the cultivation world.

The heavenly thunder that has been connected for a few days has made him come up with all the means to save his life, and he doesn't know how to deal with tomorrow's heavenly thunder.

Like timely rain, a scholar with skin like black carbon found him, "My master needs a tea boy, you only need to do your old job every day, the first forty-eight days of thunder, my master took it for you, if you agree, follow me." ”

If it was in normal times, the jade-faced Mingjun would definitely be furious and let the dignified owner of the Champs Xiaozhu be a tea boy, which was simply an insult to him, and even the monks of the Tianhuang Court would not dare to make such an excessive request. But at this time, he seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and at the moment when his life was in danger, he still considered face. Therefore, he did not think carefully about why it was the thunder of the first forty-eight days, and not all the forty-nine days.

In Wu Mansion, Taohualang invited the seventh uncle and red makeup to the small courtyard to drink tea together. After the jade-faced Mingjun burns incense and cleans his hands, he makes tea and makes tea on the side, a set of actions are flowing and smooth, and it is natural, there is obviously no turquoise spring flow in the small courtyard, but under the artistic conception of the jade-faced Mingjun tea ceremony, it seems that there are ancient pines and cypresses appear out of thin air, there are bluestones under the pines and cypresses, and there are gurgling streams flowing by the bluestones.

There was a hint of smugness in the eyes of the jade-faced Mingjun, and when he made the three cups of tea, he heard such a comment.

"In my eyes, I only see the vitality and aura of tea, and the four qi of tea only account for two, and it is really a fluke that you can achieve the real person of the Rhubarb Court. Peach Blossom Lang said unceremoniously.

The jade-faced Mingjun s face turned red for a while, this is also the words left to him by the master at the beginning, for so many years, it is difficult for ordinary rhubarb court real people to see through his tea ceremony, what kind of cultivation is this person, he actually saw through it at a glance.

"It is not easy for him to comprehend the two qi of the tea ceremony, if he really comprehends the four qi of the tea ceremony, he would have been promoted to Tianhuang Court a long time ago, and he will chase fame and fortune in this earthly world. The Seventh Uncle Ancestor then said, "Let a few juniors of the Wu Mansion also taste tea together tomorrow, his tea ceremony is still very useful for the juniors' state of mind cultivation, you, the elders of the Wu Mansion, have finally done a good thing for the juniors, as for tomorrow's tea party, I will not come." ”

As he was talking, a thunderbolt thundered down and went straight to the jade-faced Mingjun, who turned pale.

Peach Blossom Lang stretched out his hand, a peach blossom pen appeared in his hand, the peach blossom pen gently leaded, and the thunder continued to converge at the tip of the pen, turning into a drop of full ink.

Peach Blossom Lang held a peach blossom pen and gently put the pen on a pair of rice paper, a strange thing happened, the heavenly thunder appeared in the rice paper, and the jade-faced Mingjun was stunned by this miraculous means.

"His tea ceremony is of no use to us, so let's appreciate acrobatics. With a wave of his hand, the peach blossom pen disappeared, and he ignored the surprise of the jade-faced Mingjun and said to the other two.

"You don't underestimate the tea ceremony, but his tea ceremony is useless to us, this tea ceremony of the Champs Xiaozhu only contains two qi, and it has been reduced to inferiority. If you meet a real master of the tea ceremony, you won't say it again. Red Makeup said calmly.

This is also what Yumian Langjun wants to say, if his master is here, see who dares to say such a thing.

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In another place, Aoki Daoren said: "This peach blossom lang's methods are really miraculous, and this cultivation is probably similar to Tianzen." ”

"The cultivation is almost the same, but this means, I can't compare. Tianchan also admired his face, and then said: "Look at his appearance, even if the purple thunder falls, he can also introduce it into the painting." ”

"If it's a purple heavenly thunder, he can introduce up to three realms, which is the limit. The old man said, "The heavenly punishment on the last day will rain down ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly thunders, so don't have this idea, the glimmer of life in the overlord is on the girl in red." ”

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On the second day, more than a dozen people from the Wu Mansion attended the tea party, including, of course, Wu Daotian's family.

The jade-faced Mingjun's face was a little unnatural, if in the past, how could this group of life pill realm be qualified to taste the tea he made with his own hands, but after looking at the peach blossom lang and red makeup sitting in it, he suppressed the unhappiness on his face.

"This tea master found it, looking at his movements is full of beauty, it will cost hundreds of taels of silver to get it. A young man said, Wu Daotian looked at it, but it was the little uncle Wu Yongzhan.

The jade-faced Mingjun almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and hundreds of taels of silver, if it weren't for your good ancestor, tens of thousands of taels of gold, you wouldn't want to taste the tea I made.

"Uncle Cousin's difference, in my eyes, is not only beautiful, this tea master's every move is in line with the way of heaven, looking at it, there is a sense of purity in my heart. But it was Wu Daoqi, who had followed Wu Daotian to Lanling City, who spoke.

The jade-faced Mingjun was a little pale, not all the young people in the Wu Mansion were a bunch of fools, and they still had vision.

"Wow, I seem to see a jumping aura in this tea. Wangcai said in surprise.

The jade-faced Mingjun was surprised that this young man could see a trace of the doorway.

"Well, I feel like the aura in this tea is like a white crane, dancing. At this time, the little sister who changed her name to Peach Blossom also said in surprise.

Yumian Langjun was surprised this time, he was following the master to taste tea in the forest, he saw a white crane dancing, and suddenly comprehended the aura of the tea ceremony. So to this day, the aura image in his tea ceremony is still a dancing white crane.

Since this young girl can see the aura in his tea ceremony, if he sees the vitality of the tea ceremony again, then his state of mind can be raised to a higher level, and he will be one step closer to epiphany. In order to give a good impression to the ancestor of this Wu Mansion, you have to take special care of it, let them taste it carefully, if after a few days, their mood will improve, this can also show their usefulness.

In the next few days, Huang Ting Zhenren died under the thunder every day, which made the jade-faced Mingjun, who had become a tea boy, feel very happy. Now he knows that this ancestor of the Wu Mansion who helped him lead the heavenly thunder is called 'Peach Blossom Lang', and he is a well-known painting immortal in the cultivation world.

Twenty days passed, except

Of the ten big Huang Ting real people, half of the Huang Ting real people fell, and even the county government's Ji Inspector died.

Ji Inspector's death made Ji Yudie very sad, she was taken to Jiuhua Mansion by Aunt Mei to live together, and after seeing Miss Ji, Mei Lao sighed for a while.

Miss Ji, who has always been rude, has become closer and closer since she met Aunt Mei, and the relationship between the two has become closer and closer, and the good ones are inseparable, and this stupid and stupid Aunt Mei also has complete trust in Ji Yudie.

At night, Mei Lao appeared in the Aoki Temple,

"Third brother, come here at this time, I still have a heart of unbearability. Michito Aoki said calmly.

"Brother Aoki, do you really want to do this? This is really unfair to Aunt Mei。。。。。。 Mei Lao's face was unbearable.

"The original plan to hide the sky was to distribute half of the luck of the overlord to Ji Yudie, so that you could give birth to Mei Xin and accommodate a trace of her soul, just to deceive this heavenly way, so this Mei Gu was born delirious and stupid, but she suffered half of that person's luck, just waiting for the two of them to be combined. In order to conceive this plum heart, the third brother retreated from two realms in a row, from the Tianhuang Court to the Great Yellow Court, and finally retreated to the Huangting realm, and the third brother didn't say anything at the beginning, but now he has retreated. Michito Aoki still spoke calmly.

"After all, I've raised it for so many years, no matter how stupid and stupid I am, I'm also my own child, and I can't bear it in my heart. Mei Lao's face was full of old tears.

"Let's just say that the sparrow of Ma Dao that day, he endured so much pain for the sake of Bacheng, and he didn't say that Bacheng is a place of heavenly punishment, your heart is not as good as that of Ma Xiaoque?"

"I just can't bear it, I've raised it for so many years, and I've always been treated as a daughter. Mei Lao muttered, "I took Aunt Mei to join the Duobao Pavilion to hide everywhere, just to let them meet later, this is the only thing I can do for Aunt Mei." ”

"Bacheng died so many people at the beginning, who could bear it, I always had to give them an explanation, not to mention a stupid Aunt Mei, even if I died, I wouldn't blink. Michito Aoki said.

"At the beginning, the three of us brothers were so free in the mountains, but you were bewitched by that person's language and followed him to establish the reincarnation realm, and even the second brother broke off relations with you. There was a hint of emotion in Mei Lao's tone, "This Heavenly Dao is so easy to break, and now you have become a remnant of the Heavenly Dao, and you can't get out of the city by half a step." Let's just say that the Killing Sect and Tianma Dao, how majestic they were at the beginning, not much worse than the three major sects today, look at the present, even the inheritance is about to be broken. ”

"Hehe, third brother, I have never regretted it, but now, I still make the same choice. Third brother, the reason why you agreed to give birth to Mei Xin, and even retreated directly to the Huang Ting Realm for cultivation, is it also unwilling in your heart, and you want to find that slightest possibility? What is the use of being free in the mountains for thousands of years, and in the end it has not disappeared. Aoki Daoren's language gradually became cold, and he continued: "At the beginning, how many people with lofty ideals were willing to follow that person, and in the end, they were defeated, and most of them died tragically, but that person did not escape, and in the end, he led away the ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly thunders, and fought for a thousand years for this reincarnation realm. A thousand years have passed, that person may have died and disappeared, and now without the cover of that person, the overlord can only be exposed to this heavenly way, we delay it for another ten years, the luck left by that person will have some effect in this ten years, as for what will happen in the end, we will try our best to do a good job in the present. ”

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