Drinking tea, one point of tea and three points of water, two points of story and four points of distraction. How well this tea is drunk depends on the mood.

The tea in the hands of the proprietress of Huayun is actually just an ordinary jasmine, leaning over to make it for the old monk herself, handing another cup to Luo Buyi, and the last cup for herself, sitting down gently, first glanced at Luo Buyi with joy in her eyes, and looked at the old monk with some anxiety, and said cautiously: "It turns out that you are the master who is not easy..."

The old monk stroked his beard with a smile, and looked at Hua Yun without saying a word, until Hua Yun's face turned red, from the tip of his face to the tip of his ears, and then he said slowly: "Not only Lao Wei, but he is too." ”

He, Hua Yun, could naturally guess who he was in the old monk's mouth, the immortal who stood on the top of the Dao Tower overlooking all living beings, and the powerful man who waved his hand to slaughter tens of thousands of demons. In fact, she has already had a guess since she met the old monk, after all, Luo Buyi once frankly admitted that he has two masters, and since the old monk is one of them, then the only one who is qualified to be ranked with the old monk is the master of the tower. After thinking about it, it is also, since Luo Buyi is the reincarnation of that person, then only the second tower master in the world is qualified to lead him. It's just that letting these two tower masters break into the sister who is the reincarnation of that person is really ...... Hua Yun's head was almost buried on the table.

"Don't worry, the old man won't ask about the matter between you, as for him..."The old monk remembered the appearance of the fat Taoist priest clamoring to let Luo Buyi marry a few more wives, his face couldn't help but sink, and then said: "Don't pay attention to him!"

Hua Yun raised her head a little when she heard this.

"It's not easy, remember what the teacher told you. The old monk suddenly admonished.

Luo Buyi, who was holding his cheeks and watching the old monk talking to Hua Yun, was wondering how the two had known each other for a long time, and when he heard the old monk's words, he subconsciously replied: "Oh, good master." ”

"And so, the old man took his leave!"

The old monk stood up and went downstairs as he spoke, and before Luo Buyi and Hua Yun could react, the figure arrived at the door of the restaurant and drifted away.

"Master!" Luo Buyi stood up and hurriedly looked out the window before he had time to shout, and the figure of the old monk had already left the city gate, so he had to sigh helplessly and do it again.

"Hahaha! Finally gone, big duck eggs, suffocating the old lady!" Hua Yun raised her head and stood up suddenly, crossing her waist to look like the eldest and her second. Then seeing that Luo Buyi was a little depressed, he stepped on the stool with one foot, leaned forward, his face was almost on Luo Buyi's face, he smiled like a flower, and asked, "Good brother, sister, I'll give you something to eat below?"

In fact, although there are many sects in the world, not every sect can be as spacious as the first second-class sects, and the poor abound, especially those small sects whose highest cultivation is not more than the yellow level, when the ban on the five states has not been lifted, they can only nest in the ravines and ravines to fend for themselves, and the bolder ones are disguised as ordinary people, and the warriors can carry sandbags to do some hard work, and the Xuanmen monks find the most common and ordinary Taoist robes and monk's robes to sit on the side of the city to give people a sign, and tell a fortune。 Of course, all that is done every day is to make a living, so how much can this cultivation be improved?

The more down-and-out the sects are, the more the top sects are thriving, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, the ban in these five states was lifted more than a year ago, and the sects of the world have gone out of the mountains to find opportunities, and the down-and-out sects have also been given a chance to respite, and there is always a glimmer of life, so five or six people from the top and bottom of the sect were mobilized to enter the city together, either to make a retinue for the rich squire, or to go around to escort the goods for the merchants.

Fifty miles west of Qingyu City, there is a Heavenly Sword Gate, don't look at the name to get domineering, in fact, the sect is just a dilapidated courtyard in a small mountain village, there are only seven people up and down the door, including one door master, one elder, one precept elder, one foreign affairs elder, apprentice, only three people, on weekdays claim to be cultivators, practice the heavenly sword technique passed down from generation to generation in the door, but the poverty is not even compared to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and they don't see a new dress added all year round, and even often change clothes with each other.

But recently, Tiandaomen suddenly became arrogant, and pushed the broken earth house that had been around for decades to be rebuilt, and everyone changed into new clothes. There are good people in the village who heard the news, it turned out that the master of the gate personally went out to find an errand from Qingyu City, and acted as a guard in the city for the city lord there, which is equivalent to eating a public meal, and Qingzhou treats cultivators well, if there is no second-class sect power in ordinary times, then it will not be their turn!

Today, the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and all the elders and disciples in the door gathered in the City Lord's Mansion, and even dressed up more energetically than usual, because the day of the City Lord to give them a fortune has come, and it is said that the City Lord's son has returned from the second-class sect Ziming Sect, they have to seize the opportunity to leave a good impression on others, you must know that it is a real gate faction, it is said that the head of the sect already has the strength of half a step at the ground level, it is estimated that it will not be long before he can advance to the ground level, and then the Ziming Sect will also become a first-class sect, and when they want to make friends with others, it depends on whether they are happy or not。

"Everyone has been working hard recently, and the prosperity of our sunny and rainy city today is inseparable from everyone's hard work. "Fu Tianming's words are not bad, seven people to replace Tan Gang and the others who left a year ago, it is more than enough, the key is that the asking price is very low, it is really commendable.

Song Xiang, the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, is a middle-aged man in his forties, and the Heavenly Sword Gate is the private property of his family from generation to generation.

"So very good, so very good!" Although Fu Tianming is a little more sleek, he can still be called a good city lord, he can't say that he loves the people like a son, but he doesn't forget to do a few good things for the people, and seeing Song Xiang's quick promise also made him feel much more at ease, and he arched his hand with everyone and went to the hall of the city lord's mansion.

The people of the Heavenly Sword Gate couldn't help but surround them, staring at Song Xiang's hand and groaning with joy.

At this time, a fat man ran from outside the gate of the city lord's mansion, and when he came in, he shouted with a bitter face: "Father, father! I have been bullied, you must be the master for me!"

"Huh, where's my father?" the fat man was sweating profusely, dressed in disarray, and pale, and indeed looked panicked.

Song Xiang stared at the visitor and looked up and down carefully a few times, then stepped forward and grabbed the fat man's defenseless hand and asked cordially, "Dare to ask if you are the son of the Fu City Lord?"

The fat man hurriedly withdrew his hand, glanced at Song Xiang suspiciously, straightened his clothes and arched his hand and replied: "Master, my surname is Fu Mingqiu, I am the son of Fu Tianming, the city lord of Qingyu City, and a disciple of the inner sect of Ziming Sect, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

Heard Fu Qiu's affirmative answer. Song Xiang almost jumped up with joy, what does it mean that someone is dozing off and someone sends a pillow? This is what he is calling! He is worried about how to deal with the son of the city lord, this son of the city lord is here, or with the idea of finding someone to take revenge, isn't this just right? They can fight the demons of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and this person can also fight!

"Song Xiang, the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate outside the lower city, has seen Fu Gongzi! Listening to Fu Gongzi's meaning, someone dares to bully Fu Gongzi, it is really bold and reckless, I don't know how thick the sky is, Song is not talented, I am willing to share the worries for Fu Gongzi!"

Fu Qiu looked at Song Xiang, who had thick muscles and bones, and saw that the others were equipped with a straight-shelled long knife like Song Xiang, and thought to himself that if these many people had one knife per person, how could they also slash the young man? Moreover, seeing that Song Xiang and three of the others were all full of calluses on their right hands, they must be masters of using knives, so wouldn't this be exactly what he wanted? This also saved his father's strength.

Thinking of this, Fu Qiu hurriedly said: "It turned out to be the master of the Song Sect and the seniors, I really don't hide it, the juniors are annoyed by the thief, since the seniors are willing to help, it is really good, the juniors thank you first!"

"Hahaha, it's easy to say, with the power of my Heavenly Sword Gate alone, Xuan-level masters can't please me, Fu Gongzi just watched that little thief inevitably be taken down by us!" Song Xiang laughed heartily, I helped this city lord today, wouldn't it be logical to ask him for help in the future?

"So very good, so very good!" is worthy of two father and son, even the words they say are almost identical, Fu Qiu felt a little excited at this time.

So everyone went together and walked towards the Fulin Building under the leadership of Fu Qiu.

At this time, on the second floor of the Fulin Building, Luo Buyi slapped the table with one palm, smashing the table, and the chopsticks and rice bowls fell to the ground.

"Sister, are you joking with me?" Luo Buyi asked with anticipation in his eyes.

Hua Yun looked at the mess all over the ground in front of her, and supported her forehead with her hand, she knew that Luo Buyi would react like this, after all, it was difficult for her to bear this kind of news, so she considered her words and said: "Although the state lord later told me that she found that Ning Er's pair of short sword divine weapons were not found in the ruins, then Ning Er has a good chance that she did not die." "Of course, it is very likely that it was taken away by the demon, but don't tell this brother first, otherwise it will add fuel to the fire?

Luo Buyi instantly seemed to have lost his soul, and his original vigor was like a jumping flame, but now he became a lonely piece of rotten wood, and his spirit was completely unknown. stood up, stumbled downstairs and pushed away Lin Erdan, who had come to support him, ran to the counter and picked up a pot of wine and poured it into his mouth with his neck raised.

Hua Yun chased down but did not stop Luo Buyi, but she was worried that she would not be able to drink this pot of wine with Luo Buyi's amount of wine, although this pot of wine was only three or four taels, and Luo Buyi "Gu Dong Gu Dong" saw the bottom after a while.

"Haha, hahaha......"

Luo Buyi threw the wine jug into the arms of Lin Erdan, who was at a loss for what to do, laughed and ran towards the door, and ran into other diners twice in just a few steps, and he tripped over the threshold, and lay on the bluestone slab outside the door of the restaurant with a "poof", and couldn't get up for a long time.

How else to say that there is no coincidence and no book?

A group of eight people came not far away, and the fat man led by him was dressed in brocade clothes, pointing to Luo Buyi, who was half of his body propped up on the stone slab, and shouted:

"It's him, it's him!"