Except for Lin Zheng, the other three were a little bored after lamenting Hua Zi's extravagant style. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is really nothing to see in a hall with bamboo walls except for straw couches, and although the paintings on the wall are very charming.

But on the one hand, the content of these paintings is a slightly boring thing such as green mountains and valleys, which is not much more interesting than outside the court. Moreover, this is Hua Zi's residence, and they can't just watch it rashly, which is too rude.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the three of them to hear a sound of ground grinding.

Several people were familiar with this sound, which was the sound made by the stone wheel rubbing the ground when the stone puppet was moving.

Soon, the stone puppet came out of the corner and walked into the hall with a teapot in his hand.

The stone puppet came to the four people, and the stone arm of his free left hand stretched forward, and when a few people guessed the purpose of the stone puppet, a wooden table four feet square appeared on the stone arm.

The stone puppet leaned over slowly, and the wooden table was placed firmly on the open space of the straw couch between the four of them. The stone arm waved again, and there were four more two-inch-high tea cups on the wooden table.

The tea soup poured, and the teapot in the stone puppet's hand was clicked four times, and each teacup was poured seven points full.

After pouring the tea and placing the teapot on the table, the stone puppet retreated to a corner of the hall alone, no longer moving, just like the posture that several people saw outside the gate not long ago.

Wu Yi didn't come back to his senses until he watched the stone puppet's movements.

He had heard of some puppeteers who were able to craft a kind of puppet through a pattern and some special techniques.

These puppets often have the power of ordinary warriors, but he has never heard of a puppet that can be so agile, not only able to guide people, but also to make tea and pour water.

Of course, these tasks are not complicated, and ordinary puppets can do it, and strangely enough, even if a puppet can do it, it must be done under the control of the puppeteer.

It's a bit amazing that this stone puppet can complete these daily chores so freely.

Wu Yi never suspected that this stone puppet was operated by Hua Zi behind his back, and there was no need for the other party to show off his strength in front of these low-level disciples.

Shaking his head secretly in his heart, Wu Yi once again raised the status of the heart flower seed to a high level, of course, at this time, because the other party repeatedly broke the definition of luxury in his mind.

After fantasizing that he would be able to live such a silent life in the future, Wu Yi was ready to pick up the teacup.

But seeing the inconspicuous teacup in front of him, Wu Yi couldn't help but be a little angry.

The old man Hua is really deductible, he doesn't even give a hot tea, no wonder he can smell like the old blind man.

Faced with a teacup without a trace of heat, Wu Yi was angry and didn't want to do it, but after rushing for more than an hour this morning, he was really a little thirsty.

Even if he is unwilling, Wu Yi is not a person who suffers from himself, and immediately picked up the teacup in front of him angrily.

Wu Yi's hand movement was slightly larger, and the teacup naturally shook inevitably, and a halo rose from the cup.

The halo swirled slowly in the air, and then instantly floated towards the nearest Wu Yi.

A green fragrance that has never been smelled rushes into the nose, not the richness of the floral fragrance, nor the ordinary tea fragrance, it is a kind of indifferent aroma that seems to be absent.

Upon careful identification, the aroma seems to have a sense of ethereal nothingness.

Even if he didn't have any knowledge, Wu Yi knew that the tea in this teacup was not ordinary.

hurriedly took a sip carefully, but Wu Yi frowned slightly.

The tea did not have the aroma that I imagined, and the smell that had just wafted out of the teacup seemed to have completely disappeared, and the liquid in my mouth was no different from ordinary well water.

Wu Yi wondered in his heart, could it be that he was hallucinating just now.

But just when Wu Yi's heart was moving, a wave of heat suddenly came from his body.

This kind of heat is different from the fierceness of the flames, but the comfort of the whole body when you soak in the hot spring in winter.

It is as if the pores of the whole body are opened at the same time, not only the stagnant internal qi has been greatly improved, but all the impurities of the body seem to have been invisibly cleansed.

Wu Yi is not familiar with this feeling, but he is by no means unfamiliar with it, the first time he opens up the deacon of the Qi Mansion, the martial artist will go through this similar dust-washing process.

By eliminating impurities in the body, martial artists can better refine qi and blood and condense internal qi.

But at that time, the dust washing process was obviously not as thorough as it is now, nor was it so obvious.

In an instant, a guess appeared in Wu Yi's mind, thinking of this possibility, he couldn't care about slandering Hua Seeds anymore, hurriedly drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp, and began to meditate cross-legged.

In just a moment, a cloud of white vapor rose above Wu Yi's head, and with the appearance of white vapor, a fishy smell suddenly spread.

Originally, Qian Bao and Ren Lang were not enough for Wu Yi's abnormal behavior when drinking tea, the former was a little restrained because he suddenly came to an elder's residence, but the latter was silent and never wanted to talk nonsense.

But the stench was too pungent, Qian Bao couldn't help pinching his nose, and even Ren Lang, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help frowning slightly.

Fortunately, in this hall, it seems to have the effect of automatically purifying the air, and the stench is swept away as soon as it appears.

Wu Yi didn't last long from the beginning to the end of the meditation, and opened his eyes in just a dozen breaths.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qian Bao and the two people sitting opposite him actually saw an indescribable clarity in each other's eyes, and even the kind of businessman philistine who was difficult to hide on Wu Yi was much lighter at this moment.

But after all, the feeling of the two of them at this time, the next moment, Wu Yi once again became the cunning businessman with an obscene look.

"Qian Bao. Ren Lang, you two don't like to drink tea, don't let down Elder Hua's novelty, it just so happens that I'm still thirsty, or I'll come. Wu Yi used the look of the two of them out of the corner of his eyes to speak, and he had already reached out to take the other party's teacup.

At this moment, Lin Zheng, whose eyes were slightly closed, suddenly spoke: "Fat Wu, it's boring to calculate on your own head." ”

Wu Yi coughed twice: "Ahem, awake." ”

Awkwardly withdrew his right hand, which stopped in mid-air, but his eyes did not stop for a moment on Qian Bao's teacup.

Lin Zheng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Wu Yi, who was scorching.

Although he was feeling that strange aura of tranquility just now, he had not lost his sense of the outside world.

A long time ago, Lin Zheng no longer had to maintain complete attention in the cultivation of internal qi like other martial artists.

The reason why Lin Zheng chose to close his eyes and concentrate was just to try to get rid of the interference of the outside world and better immerse himself in that peaceful atmosphere.

But that doesn't mean he relaxes his perception of the outside world.

In fact, since Wu Yi picked up the teacup, the indifferent taste in the halo had already attracted Lin Zheng's attention.

Although the scent had almost disappeared when it reached his neighborhood.

He found that the smell that seemed to be absent could make his already out of the edge of the breakthrough Demon Mind Technique faintly improved, it was a direct improvement from the level of martial artist's consciousness, far better than his perception from his own perspective.

Just a breath has such a miraculous effect, and what about the tea in the teacup, Lin Zheng can't imagine.

It was the first time he had such an interest in something.