Zhao Hu walked sideways to the tea stall of Wuji like a crab, slapped his palm on the table, squinted his eyes, rolled his thick lips, revealed two huge tiger teeth, and said loudly: "Give tea to the master!"

Wuji looked at Zhao Hu's two tiger teeth, and then looked at his hand that had grown claws, and scolded secretly. It's really unreasonable, Zhao Hu can have a tiger life like this, but Lao Tzu is such a kind person but a poor original person.

"I have tea, but I can't give it to you. ”

"Why, you dare to look down on Lao Tzu?!" Zhao Hu roared, and the other one also slapped on the table, holding the edge of the table, ready to overturn the table at any time.

Mowgli took a step back and covered his ears. Zhao Hu not only grew tiger teeth and tiger claws, but also practiced tiger roar? This roar almost broke Lao Tzu's eardrums. He has not been trained, he has such strength, and he will have it in the future?

He was worried in his heart, but his face was disdainful, looking at the angry Zhao Hu, he said unhurriedly: "Because I have broken intestine grass in this tea." ”

"Broken intestine grass?" Zhao Hu was stunned, his eyes a little hesitant. This name sounds scary, Wuji, this kid is a well-known ghost lacking in morality, if he really makes something in the tea, even if he doesn't dare to kill him, it's not impossible to toss him. Today is an important day for testing, so let's not be too troubled.

However, is it a bit faceless to leave like this?

Zhao Hu raised his eyebrows, turned around and said to a little brother beside him, "You, drink a bowl." ”

"Huh?" the little brother of the little bolt was taken aback, he had also heard Wuji's words just now, and he was frightened by the name of the Broken Intestine Grass. Now that Zhao Hu asked him to drink, his face suddenly turned a little pale.

"What are you afraid of, coward. Zhao Hu was annoyed, pulled the small bolt over, and pressed it on the edge of the table. "I don't even dare to drink a cup of tea, how will I be a soldier in the future? Drink it quickly, if you don't drink it, don't follow me in the future." ”

Xiao Zhuzi suddenly had a bitter face, picked up a bowl of tea and brought it to his mouth, but he didn't dare to drink it, and looked at Zhao Hu with pleading eyes.

Zhao Hu was furious and was forcing the little plug to drink, when the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance. He looked up, quickly loosened the little bolt, and trotted all the way to the side of the road, straightening up, like a javelin, motionless.

At the end of the avenue, a group of people, about twenty or thirty knights, gathered around a splendid carriage. Seeing these people and horses, Wuji was also taken aback. Although he couldn't tell what rank the carriage was, he knew that it was not an ordinary horse that pulled it, but two strong centaur knights, and all the centaur riders in front and behind the carriage were all centaur knights. The centaur is the elite of the Imperial cavalry, but it is used to pull the cart, but the person sitting in the cart is by no means an ordinary person, and it is certainly no less than the Tiger Ancestor in Crouching Tiger Town. I think that back then, when the tiger sage returned to his hometown, it was just an ordinary horse-drawn cart, and there was a colorful tiger next to the car, which was already an eye-opener.

What's the matter today, how could such a noble person come to this remote Crouching Tiger town? He didn't dare to slack off, tidied up his clothes, and stood on the side of the road in an orderly manner. The Great Qin Empire is highly hierarchical, and a promisingly primitive like him is killed, and the government doesn't bother to ask.

Arriving at the tea stall, the centaur warrior stopped, and a handsome young waiter trotted forward and opened the window.

Behind the curtain of the car, half of his handsome face was revealed, and after saying a few words, the attendant nodded in response and walked quickly to the tea stall. Without saying a word, he first took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped it on the edge of the wooden table and the barrel in turn, and saw that the handkerchief was still white, so he nodded, picked up a bowl of tea, splashed it on the ground, took out another handkerchief, wiped the bowl, and then lifted the barrel, poured a bowl of tea, turned around and walked back.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Wuji, Zhao Hu and the others, as if they didn't exist at all.

Wuji didn't say anything, in front of such a nobleman, he had no qualifications to speak at all. Even if it's an acolyte, it's not something he can mess with. Although he is an elf and a ghost, he is good at playing tricks on people, but he is not going to die at this time.

Zhao Hu didn't dare to say anything. When he saw the thin squire lifting the barrel with one hand, he had already looked straight, and when he saw the steadiness of pouring his tea, he didn't dare to say more. With such strength, he can walk sideways in Crouching Tiger Town, even if he is an examiner who does the test, but he is just an attendant, which shows how noble the people in the carriage are.

However, when he saw the attendant handing the tea into the carriage, he suddenly had an idea, walked forward quickly, and bowed down.

The attendant turned around, looked at Zhao Hu unhappily, and said nothing.

Zhao Hu stammered and said, "My lord, this tea ...... Can't drink it. ”

"Why?" the attendant looked at the tea in his hand, frowning slightly.

"Tea in the ...... Poisonous. Zhao Hu swallowed his saliva and exerted all his strength to prevent himself from falling. The eyes of this squire were like two sharp swords, and the whole person was more like a sharp sword out of the sheath, so that he did not dare to look directly. Zhao Hu plucked up his courage and pointed at Wuji and said, "He just said that there is a broken intestine grass in this tea. ”

"Broken intestine grass?" a crisp voice came from the carriage, revealing a bit of surprise. "There's still a broken intestine grass in this place? ”

"Wow. The attendant immediately answered, turned around to the other side of the carriage, and handed the bowl in.

After a moment, the man in the carriage laughed: "That's right, there is indeed a broken intestine grass." There is not only the broken intestine grass, but also the forget-you-forget flower. Before he could finish speaking, the car door slammed and someone pushed it open from the inside. A tall, handsome young man in brocade came out of it. He was like a pearl that attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, eclipsing everyone else, and even the squire lost his due light in front of him.

He glanced around and walked straight towards Mowgli. He picked up a bowl of tea, sniffed it, drank it all, took out a piece of brocade and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then said, "You are Dr. Tea?"

"Yes. Mowgli bowed, his eyes on his toes.

"How do you know about the Broken Intestine Grass and the Forgetfulness Flower?" the young man glanced back at Zhao Hu: "It's too wasteful to give someone like him a drink." ”

Mowgli smiled and didn't say anything. Zhao Hu trotted all the way over, looking at the young man nervously. "Your honor, you ...... How did you drink it?"

"Why don't you drink it?" the young man raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. "Broken intestines and grass laxative, forget worries and clear hearts, although the tea set is simple, but rare clean, to be able to drink such tea in such a place, it is also a bit wild. Why, are you afraid of the dead? Haha, I can't see that you look vicious, but you have a good heart. What's your name?"

Zhao Hu hurriedly accompanied the flattery on his face and shook it to the end. "I see, thank you for your advice, the villain suddenly opened. The villain's name is Zhao Hu, fifteen years old this year, a villager from the village's Xishawang Village, and is preparing to go to the town's temple to be tested, looking forward to joining the imperial army and serving His Majesty. ”

The boy nodded in satisfaction, said nothing, and turned to leave. Zhao Hu respectfully watched him get into the carriage, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. Although he is arrogant, after all, he has a father who is the village chief, who has seen some of the world, and he is much better than ordinary villagers. Those little brothers like him don't even dare to raise their heads now, let alone talk to such a nobleman.