went up to the second floor, and what was presented in front of Zhang Fan was a completely different scene from the first floor.

On the second floor, there is a small room, in which there is a table of eight immortals, each with a long bench, carved dragons and phoenixes, all of which are made of the best small leaf rosewood. On the table of the Eight Immortals, there is a set of delicate tea sets, accompanied by four small teacups. On the side of the wall are placed two antique shelves, on which are stored some boxy wooden boxes, the wooden boxes are not stained with a trace of dust, obviously some years, but they are still as clean as new, and you can know that someone often cleans them.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet Taoist friends in this other place, what a blessing in life. ”

Zhang Fan was still observing, and an old man laughed and opened the curtain behind him and walked out. The gray hair is meticulously groomed, and the eyes are also bright, as if they can release lightning, without the slightest fatigue. The old man was wearing a azure tunic suit, which did not have the emptiness of ordinary old people when he wore it, but was propped up. Under its feet, it is stepping on a pair of black cloth shoes, walking in a tiger's step, walking is also a tiger's wind, just the momentum, it makes people feel that it is not simple.

And in Zhang Fan's fluctuating perception, this old man is even more powerful, just like a furnace, just standing there makes people feel hot and uncomfortable.

Under the strong pressure of the restlessness of the blood in his body, Zhang Fan asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

"The old decay Zhang Qingsong, the side branch of the Dragon and Tiger Gate, because of the exercises, the qi and blood cannot be converged, and I hope that the little friends will not be strange. The old man named Zhang Qingsong sat on the stool, apologized simply, and then made a gesture of invitation and motioned for Zhang Fan to sit down.

"What kind of tea do you like to drink?" Zhang Qingsong picked up the teapot.

"Everything. ”

"Then Tieguanyin, Xiaolian, go and take out the Tieguanyin in the thirteenth grid of my study. ”

"Thirteen squares?"

Xiaolian was stunned for a moment, they have a lot of good tea here, but the best one is Zhang Qingsong's private collection of Tieguanyin. His treasure is terrible, usually hidden in the thirteenth compartment of the study, no one will show it, even the old Qi ghost on East Street will only take some tea foam to brew at most, and now, because of a guy as big as him, she took it out?

"What are you doing in a daze, don't you go quickly!" Zhang Qingsong roared, and Xiaolian hurriedly ran in.

"My granddaughter, everything is fine, but the reaction is a little slower. Zhang Qingsong said with a smile.

"No, no," Zhang Fan shook his head.

"I don't know where Xiaoyou's teacher is?" Zhang Qingsong opened the topic again.

"My master's name is GSD. ”

"GSD? who is this?" Zhang Qingsong was a little confused, listening to the name, he seemed to be a foreigner, but a foreigner could teach such a fierce Chinese person?

Moreover, the blood and qi in this body that are almost boiling are clearly horizontal kung fu to the extreme, but the qi in his body is circulating, round and round, without any lag. Both internal and external cultivation is still the internal and external cultivation of the Dacheng realm. To say that such a guy could have been taught by a foreigner? He wouldn't believe him if he was killed.

"My master is a blind old man, you probably haven't heard of it. ”

"Then I guess it's a hidden land immortal. ”

Zhang Qingsong sighed, he stayed in this foreign place for too long, he thought that he could break back to Huaxia with this body of Shenda kung fu that had reached the realm of Jinhua, but he didn't expect that the kung fu of a young man he met by chance was not weaker than him, so how strong is his master? Or how strong is his master's generation? Thinking of this, Zhang Qingsong's expression darkened, and the whole person seemed to age a few years in an instant.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingsong is not the kind of young man who drills the horns of the bull, but he recovered after a while, and at this time Xiaolian also took out the tea.

"Come on, come on, little friend taste my treasured Tieguanyin. Zhang Qingsong took the tea handed over by Xiaolian, and poured a cup for Zhang Fan after a meal.

Zhang Fan took it, first took a sip, and found that he didn't feel anything, so he took another sip. Then the whole face twisted into a ball in the next second, not because the tea was too hot, but because it was too bitter, the so-called sweetness of good tea, Zhang Fan didn't feel it at all, except for bitterness, there was still bitterness.

Zhang Fan was still struggling. The two people on the side were almost stunned, it was the first time they had seen each other drinking tea like this.

Generally, tea leaves can be re-brewed once or twice with an aftertaste, while good tea leaves can be re-brewed five to six times. And this kind of superb tea like his treasure, it is no problem to drink it for an afternoon. And what about Zhang Fan? Just like that! Zhang Qingsong said that his brain hurt a little bit about this kind of behavior.

Zhang Qingsong hurriedly opened the topic in order not to waste the remaining tea leaves by Zhang Fan, "What is Xiaoyou doing here with me?"

After speaking, Zhang Qingsong frantically gave Xiaolian a look and motioned for her to take the rest of the tea back. Xiaolian turned her head, as if she didn't see it, and Zhang Qingsong, who was angry, almost crushed the cup.

"There's something on it, do you know?" Zhang Fan pointed to the top of his head, not touching the tea.

"Thing, do you mean it?" Zhang Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became serious.

"When you cast spells, will you be monitored by this thing?" asked Zhang Fan.

"It seems that Xiaoyou is not only cultivating inside and outside," Zhang Qingsong said, and then continued, "This thing seems to be cast by a certain great power, which can monitor a certain degree of magic traces, and other than that, it seems to have other functions." ”

"That is to be monitored?" Zhang Fan was a little disappointed. I thought that when I met a fellow who was more bullish, I would be able to take the opportunity to solve the monitoring problem of the magic network, but it still didn't work.

"Xiaoyou, do you have some powerful spells ready to cast?" Zhang Qingsong was interested, although he was a side branch of the Dragon Tiger Gate, he was only proficient in spells such as God Fighting, as for others, such as calling the wind, calling the rain, gathering clouds, moving mountains, and walking talismans, he was not very proficient. So when he saw that Zhang Fan seemed to be able to release a large spell, he couldn't help but be a little excited, after all, he had never seen that kind of thing.

"It's nothing, it's just something you don't want that person to know. Zhang Fan shook his head.

The magic net was always a shackle above his head, and the other party only strengthened the sensitivity of the magic net near him, which caused him to not even dare to output a large amount of power in the ghost shadow step. This is still now, but it is a little inconvenient, but what about the future? Saya of Frost, Rakshasa of Plague, Karlo of Stygian, and the Seventh Ghost God, the Evil God Terrible Rasiu, and even the Priest Jige in the back. Isn't that one thing a huge boost to strength? Is it just because of this thing that they should be abandoned?

What's more, Zhang Fan still has some bold ideas that he wants to implement on ghosts and gods.