Nie Wushuang sat on the edge of the ridge, his mind flowing, thinking about what happened to him, and said resentfully in his heart: "When my mother passed away, my family asked me not to go to my father, hmph, what kind of father, if I hadn't begged all the way back then, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to open the leaf gate to recruit miscellaneous laborers." I also learned some tricks of stealing chickens and dogs, and although I couldn't get on the stage, I survived. Daddy, Daddy, when my mother died, I was told that you were a person from the cultivation realm, and it was only a private meeting with my mother that I had mine, but you abandoned your wife and children, and you were really vicious. Mom, you wait, wait for your son to cultivate to the Yuan Infant, and then go to the ghost clan to find your soul, and then you will personally ask why this unrighteous man abandoned you and me back then. ”

Nie Wushuang got along with his mother since he was a child, and his mother often washed her face with tears, remembering her father, and later became depressed and became seriously ill, and died with a whimper; leaving the thirteen-year-old Nie Wushuang unattended, so he had to beg and sneak along the street; sometimes he was caught sneaking around, and he was inevitably beaten by others. Later, in order to survive, he learned all kinds of indiscriminate methods in the market, which was extremely slippery, and as for the principles and morals that his mother taught when she was a child, she had long been forgotten.

It wasn't until he opened the leaf gate to recruit miscellaneous servants that he took a fancy to Nie Wushuang's fatherless and motherless, and he didn't need to pay for it, so he recruited him, and then he was well fed and warmly dressed, so he slowly picked up the principles and morals taught by his mother, and worked in the open leaf gate.

If it weren't for the opportunity of the Chaos Eye of the Three Lives, Nie Wushuang would have been bland in this life, and immediately sighed and said to himself: " Hey, I don't know who this dead dad is, my mother didn't mention a word, even my surname is my mother's surname, I heard Senior Sister Bu say that even if I go to the ghost clan, it is very difficult to find my mother's soul, and more than ten years have passed, I don't know if my mother's soul has become a ghost cultivator;

Nie Wushuang has been miserable since he was a child, often scolded as a wild child, often scuffled with others, cried when he was bullied at the beginning, and then he would think of a way to find a helper to retaliate, but found that some friends were really unreliable, so he mixed up all the way, and knew that he needed to rely on himself to do anything, so after entering the leaf opening door, he would deal less with people, and he planted spiritual grass in his own right, until he obtained the Chaos Eye, and after the Three Lives Formula, his life had completely different changes.

Thinking about his miserable life experience, and recalling Mo Qingyu and Situ Shao's behavior just now, Nie Wushuang only gritted his teeth so much that he said in his heart: "Mo whispered that you bastard, you yourself have an ugly face, but you blame Lao Tzu;

Thinking about it, Nie Wushuang turned around and went back to the house, took out the low-grade spirit stone that he had finally managed to get in his hand from his arms, ran the Three Lives Technique, and cultivated again.

There is no sun and moon in cultivation, a day passes in a flash, looking at the one of the lower grade spirit stones in his hand turned into powder, Nie Wushuang sighed and said: "Now the spirit grass can't be sold, but there is only this one, hey!"

On the morning of the second day, after Nie Wushuang finished serving the spiritual grass in the spiritual field, he went to the house to get some tea leaves, carefully wrapped them, and walked towards the Cedar Hall.

On ordinary days, the cedar hall is not allowed to enter the miscellaneous disciples, even if the main hall is cleaned, there is a special person, Nie Wushuang needs to send the spiritual tea every two days because of the good service of the spiritual tea, but most of the time, there is no one else in the cedar hall except the miscellaneous servants on duty, and he will return to his residence every time he puts down the tea.

Nie Wushuang's skills in planting spiritual grass, taking care of spiritual tea, and brewing spiritual tea have long been well-known in Cedar Hall, so whenever a distinguished guest comes to the door, he will receive a notice to personally brew spiritual tea and deliver it personally, so as not to destroy the effect of spiritual tea by other miscellaneous servants.

At this time, Nie Wushuang crossed the path, walked onto the corridor outside the cedar hall, walked a few steps cautiously, and just walked to the door of the main hall, but found that the hall master Fu Xuesong straddled his chair with one foot, leaned down, there was a white jade long table in front of the seat, and Fu Xuesong was carefully looking at the things on the long table.

Nie Wushuang hurriedly retreated.

When the hall master is present, he is not summoned, and the miscellaneous servants are not allowed to enter the main hall.

"Go make me a cup of spiritual tea. Fu Xuesong seemed to know who was coming, and after shouting, he didn't say much, and went straight to look at the things on the long table again.

As soon as Nie Wushuang heard the hall master's shout, he hurriedly took the tea leaves to the side hall, took out the spiritual spring water, boiled it, rinsed the bamboo rattan cup on the side several times before putting the tea leaves, and then rushed into the boiling water, picked up a tea branch next to it, and quickly removed the tea foam at the mouth of the cup, and the chaotic qi at the center of the eyebrows was suddenly released, and the gray breath instantly swept around the teacup, and then returned to Nie Wushuang's eyebrows.

Putting the brewed spirit tea into the tray, Nie Wushuang walked out of the side hall and walked towards the cedar hall.

I saw Nie Wushuang carefully holding the teacup and standing next to Fu Xuesong, and he didn't dare to come out, let alone look at the desktop in front of Fu Xuesong, just holding the tea tray, looking at the hall with his eyes, and didn't dare to move.

Generally, only Fu Xuesong is alone, his tea is brewed by special miscellaneous disciples, Nie Wushuang's task is mainly in the spiritual field, but today Fu Xuesong drove a miscellaneous servant out of the main hall, to study a drawing, the stakes are very important, and he did not find anyone to serve, but at this time he was dizzy from research, and just saw Nie Wushuang appear, so he thought of Nie Wushuang's tea-making skills, and casually ordered.

Although Nie Wushuang was the hall master's personal handyman, after all, he rarely served Fu Xuesong at such a close distance, for fear that he would make Fu Xuesong angry if he didn't do it properly, so he stood beside Fu Xuesong tremblingly, and even if Fu Xuesong didn't take the teacup in the tea tray by himself, he didn't dare to remind him.

After a long time, Nie Wushuang was a little numb holding the tea tray with both hands, and then he used the corner of his eye to see when Fu Xuesong was taking the cup, but he caught a glimpse of a big map on the white jade long table, and at this time, Fu Xuesong was drawn with a red, red, green and green circle on the map, and I don't know why? Nie Wushuang said in his heart: "Isn't this place one of the eight forbidden places in the Yunmeng Continent?

When Nie Wushuang was thinking about it, suddenly, Fu Xuesong turned his head to look, his eyes widened, and Nie Wushuang trembled in fright, the teacup in his hand shook, and the tea was about to be spilled out of the cup, only to see that the aura on Fu Xuesong's body swept instantly, and the tea that was about to spill out of the teacup fell back into the cup in the blink of an eye, he stared at Nie Wushuang with both eyes, slowly stretched out his left hand, slowly brought the teacup to his mouth, took a sip of the spirit grass, and made a smack sound in his mouth: "It's really good tea!"

Nie Wushuang broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

Fu Xuesong spoke again: "Your name is Nie Wushuang?"

Nie Wushuang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, hall master." ”

"I heard that you are a good hand at growing medicine and tea, and you are also quite good at making tea!"

Nie Wushuang said in his heart: "The hall master doesn't know what's going on today? I used to come to deliver tea, and I never said a word to me, but today I was nervous about studying the matter of this forbidden place, and wanted me to chat with him for a few words?" ”

Fu Xuesong suddenly turned his head again and said softly, "I heard that you had a conflict with Mo Qingyu in the square two days ago?"

Nie Wushuang thought in shock: "How did the hall master know about my?" Eh, yes, there were many people at that time, and the master of his hall, although he didn't care much about this kind of thing, he would always hear about it. Isn't he going to call the shots for me?"

Nie Wushuang was thinking about it, and only listened to Fu Xuesong's serious words: "Don't mess with Mo in the future, otherwise when you pass the third level of Qi training, I will lack a good hand at planting medicine and making tea here." ”

Nie Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you for your concern." ”

Fu Xuesong laughed and said, "Okay, put the tea aside, you go down." ”