Wuji was a little strange, and said: "Guests, please drink tea, don't worry, this tea is fine." The best mountain spring is boiled to ensure that the thirst is quenched and the qi is refreshed. ”

The beautiful boy was stunned for a moment, pointed to the pottery bowl and said, "You...... Why do you have to put the bowls in the same place and pour the same amount of tea?"

Wuji suddenly realized, couldn't help touching his head, and laughed twice. In his previous life, he was a scientific and technological worker, and he was meticulous and meticulous in his work, and the slightest negligence may affect the results of the practice. After more than ten years of strict requirements, he has developed the habit of being meticulous and almost obsessive-compulsive. Even in this life, he has not broken this habit, and strives for standards and uniformity in everything he does.

If you put two bowls on the table, the distance from the edge of the table must be the same. If you pour two bowls of tea, there must be the same amount of tea in both bowls, and the error will be strictly controlled within the error range required by the real yàn. He didn't deliberately pursue these things, but he made it a habit and did it naturally. But in the eyes of others, this is inevitably a little weird.

Especially for someone who sells big bowls of coarse tea.

"Oh, nothing, just get used to it. ”

The beautiful boy didn't say anything more, picked up two bowls of tea, and walked towards the carriage. One old and one young, one sitting in the carriage and the other standing outside the carriage, drinking tea and talking softly. Mowgli stood far away, and didn't bother to listen - eavesdropping on other people's conversations was also rude - just picked up a rag and wiped the already clean rough wooden table over and over again.

This is also a habit developed in the past life, keeping the work area clean and tidy, and minimizing the possibility of mistakes.

After a while, the old man got out of the car, slowly walked to the table, put the bowl in his hand on the table, and said in a harmonious voice, "Young man, can you give me another bowl of tea?"

"Absolutely. Wuji nodded, put down the rag, and washed his hands in a bucket next to him, then picked up the scoop and scooped most of the bowl of tea for the old man. The old man put his hands behind his back, bowed down, and looked at Wuji quietly.

No more, no less, it was like measuring with a graduated cylinder, and there was as much tea as the last time.

Wuji put down the water scoop, held the tea bowl in both hands, and handed it to the old man. "Old man, please drink tea. ”

The old man took the tea bowl, but did not drink it, he looked at Wuji, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. Just now, the beautiful boy mentioned this habit of Mowgli to him, and he was a little curious and decided to come and see it with his own eyes. Seeing Wuji's skillful and natural movements, neatly trimmed nails, and the cloth clothes that were so old that they almost rotted as soon as they were torn, but they were cleanly washed, he nodded silently.

He lowered his eyelids, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "Young man, I have mixed the broken intestine grass and the forgetful flower to make tea, and I have drunk it a few times, and I have never had diarrhea. What's the matter with your tea, do you put something else in it?"

Wuji shook his head: "Old man, if you follow the ordinary method of making tea, there is indeed no problem." Still, it will be different if it is cooked long enough. ”

"Long enough...... How long is it?"

"Two hours. ”

"Huh. The old man laughed silently, but the curiosity in his eyes was even stronger. "What kind of enmity do you have with Zhao Hu, you actually have to spend two hours boiling tea to harm him? Moreover, if you want to harm him, you can cook one or two bowls, why do you want to cook a big bucket?"

Wuji hesitated for a moment and briefly explained the grievances between him and Zhao Hu. "Zhao Hu is a tiger's life, and once he passes the guò test, he will definitely become a warrior. And I am the original person, and I have no chance to resist at all, so I can only let him slaughter. All I can do is stop him from passing the guò test, and if I can't, make him notorious. Boiling a bucket instead of a bowl is to avoid his suspicions. ”

"I see. The old man bowed slightly, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Then what, aren't you afraid of his retaliation?"

Wuji frowned and glanced at Tangshan in the distance. Didn't say anything more. Of course he was prepared, but he couldn't tell a stranger. According to the strict laws of the empire, leaving the place of residence without permission is to be killed, let alone secretly crossing the border and being a fugitive.

Seeing that Wuji's face was difficult, the old man didn't ask again, put down the tea bowl, walked back slowly, whispered a few words to the beautiful boy, got into the carriage, and closed the window. The beautiful boy stood in front of the car window, looked at the closed window, and begged softly, "Sir......"

"Don't be troubled. He is just an original man with limited achievements in the future. You can save him for a while, but you can't save him for a lifetime. The old man's voice came from the car, low and hoarse. "Moreover, we are in a more dangerous position than he is, and it is not fair to him to involve him. Again, let's go. ”

"Sir, for us, this is just a gesture, but for him, this is an opportunity to change his fate. Sir, although the original man does not have any ability to shape, he is serious. If he had the opportunity, he would not have been able to live with dignity. Sir, save someone's life and win the seventh-level pagoda, you can be gracious and give him a chance. If you take 10,000 steps back, even if it's useless, you won't have much to lose us. ”

"Alas," the old man sighed softly after a long silence: "When a bird is dying, its song is mourning, and when a man is dying, his words are good." Go ahead and give him a silver medal and let him try his luck at the temple in town. How far he can go depends on his own creation. ”

"Mr. Xie. The beautiful boy was overjoyed and turned to walk towards Wuji. He took out a silver medal and gently rested it in front of Mowgli, pressing his fingers on the silver medal without letting go.

"This little brother, we drank your tea, there is nothing to thank you, this silver medal is given to you, half an hour later, you take this silver medal to the temple in the town, give it to the priest, and ask him to arrange a position for you in the temple, and Zhao Hu will not dare to harm you in the future." But you have to promise me one request, and you can't mention us when anyone asks about this silver medal, okay?"

He paused, then added, "It's for your own good." ”

Wuji looked at the silver medal, then at the beautiful boy, and muttered for a moment: "Okay, no matter what the situation is, I won't say anything about you." ”

"That's good. The beautiful boy pushed the silver medal in front of Wuji and smiled: "Remember, I'll go in half an hour." In this half an hour, you can take a good look at this silver medal, which may help you. With that, he turned and departed, boarded the carriage, and shook the reins.

Wuji picked up the silver medal and couldn't help frowning as he watched the beautiful boy leave in a hurry in the carriage and turn south at the fork in the distance.

There is only one road to the south: it leads to Tangshan and enters the Purple Moon Forest, the border between the Great Qin Empire and the Demon Kingdom. This is the escape route he chose for himself, and he spent countless thoughts and carefully explored it.

Are they fugitives like me? But why should they be fugitives if they can come up with such a silver medal to make the priests of the town bow down to their orders? Being a fugitive is not a promising thing, and even if he is not at that point, he will not choose to flee.

The Demon Kingdom is the enemy of the Great Qin Empire, and in order to fight with the Demon Kingdom, I don't know how many heroic warriors died in Tangshan and died in the Purple Moon Forest.

Who are they, and what is the use of this silver medal, to let the priest of the temple arrange a position for him?

Wuji looked at the silver medal carefully, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, full of suspicions.

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