"I'll go, why are you so excited about your hen laying eggs? Could it be that it still lays eggs and yours, are you the legendary old king next door?" Ye Shaoxuan guessed.

“......”

Could it be that a person can really be so strong that he doesn't even let go of his own old hen, if this is really the case, Ye Shaoxuan's title of the Holy Hand of Picking Flowers may have to be given up.

"Boy, can you not speak? Anyway, I don't have time today, I don't see any guests! Go back to where you came from. The storyteller kept the door closed, like a thief.

"It's up to you!" exclaimed Liyue.

Although he seems to be a gentle and elegant piano saint, after all, he was born by robbing his family, and he directly kicked the door of the storyteller with one kick, which is not reasonable at all.

Ye Shaoxuan said with a sneer on the side: "Maybe this is the right way to open it." ”

When Liyue was about to get off his feet, Mr. Storyteller realized that something was wrong, so he retreated to the back room early, closed the door tightly, and said loudly: "Don't mess around, you must know that your shameful behavior is trespassing on people's houses, it is illegal, if you dare to take a step further, I will report to the official!"

"Haha, report officer, I'm the lord of Sunset Moon City, what grievances do you have to tell me," Liyue laughed loudly.

Walking into the storyteller's mansion, Liyue staged the same routine again, kicking the door of the inner room, but this time it was far from being as easy as kicking the door, and Liyue kicked down several times, and the door still didn't move.

This door is poisonous!

"Don't bother with it, this gate is equipped with a top-level defensive formation, even if you are a top-level saint, you don't want to break in. The storyteller laughed inside the room.

Liyue didn't believe in evil, and unfolded his body and slammed towards the door, Ye Shaoxuan, who was far away from the door, felt a terrifying aura, but the door was still so stubborn, immobile like a mountain, and finally Liyue still believed in this evil.

The hard ones don't work and the soft ones, Liyue said with a smile: "Fellow, open the door, we are good people, and we don't take a stitch from the masses." ”

At this time, Luo Ge also said kindly: "Sir, open the door, we have something to ask for, and we can meet any conditions you have." ”

Ye Shaoxuan nodded approvingly and said, "As long as you help us solve the problem, all the conditions are easy to discuss." ”

"Really?" The storyteller was skeptical of Ye Shaoxuan and Luo Ge's words, but finally opened the door.

Liyue took the lead in squeezing into the door and said with a smile: "Fellow, you finally opened the door, it's good, except for a stitch and a thread, we will take all the rest." ”

“......”

This seems to be the usual routine of Liyue's robbery, and after looking around the house for a week, Liyue said regretfully: "Fellow, why don't you have a daughter or something at home?"

Luo Ge leaned in and smiled: "The fellow has a hen at home, do you want it?"

"Ahem...... That's it. "Liyue Road.

......

"If there's something, sit down and talk about it. The storyteller said lightly.

As he spoke, he first took out a clay pot, and the old hand sprinkled the agarwood tea leaves in the clay pot into the bronze teapot. Then take out a puddle of water and pour it into the teapot skillfully.

This clear water is extracted from the Xiyue River, which is condensed by the dew evaporating from the Xiyue River in the morning light, and the tea boiled with this water must be the best in the world.

A cloud of mist began to form in the bronze teapot, the spirit mist was swirling, and there was no trace of impurities in the tea.

"Good tea. Ye Shaoxuan watched every action of the storyteller to make tea attentively, and after taking a sip of tea, a thousand feelings converged into three words.

Although Mr. Storyteller likes to talk serious nonsense, the tea he brews is impeccable.

A small sandalwood table sat five people, including Ye Shaoxuan, Mr. Storyteller, Liyue, Luo Ge and Ouyang Xiaoyu. Among them, Ye Shaoxuan and Mr. Storyteller sat opposite each other, and there were six teacups on the table, and it seemed that there was one more person to join them.

Ye Shaoxuan gently played with the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: "It is rumored that in addition to the ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, Mr. is also a master of medicine. ”

"I do know a little bit about medicine, but I haven't mastered the skill of opening my eyes and telling nonsense. The storyteller replied with a smile.

Luo Ge said to Ye Shaoxuan anxiously on the side: "Speak well, do you still want to let the family help you?"

Indeed, according to Ye Shaoxuan's style of words, if others still help you, then you are not stupid and mentally retarded.

Mr. Storyteller is the existence of a saint, and his mind has reached a height that others can't reach, and he obviously felt the meaning of Ye Shaoxuan's words, and said: "What I said on the Xiyue River before was the truth, could it be that this son has objections to those words?"

"Ahem, what does it mean that there is an objection, this objection is simply too big!" Ye Shaoxuan said in his heart.

"I don't think your evaluation of Ye Shaoxuan is objective enough. Ye Shaoxuan said.

"Not objective enough?" Mr. Storyteller repeated Ye Shaoxuan's words, and then said, "Then what kind of person do you think Ye Shaoxuan is?"

"Actually, Ye Shaoxuan is a peerless good man full of a sense of justice, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, suave, handsome and chic, loved by everyone, and blooming flowers. ”

"......" Liyue and Luo Ge were speechless at the same time, although they didn't know that the Ming Song in front of them was Ye Shaoxuan, but after listening to Ye Shaoxuan's own description, their eyes were full of doubts when they looked at Ye Shaoxuan.

The storyteller smiled: "This son is very familiar with Ye Shaoxuan?"

"It's okay. Ye Shaoxuan said.

I am afraid that only the monk of Bodhi Temple, who was presiding over the coronation meeting that day, knew that Ming Ge was Ye Shaoxuan, and Luo Ge was unfortunately absent at the critical moment that day, so she didn't know that the apprentice who got along with her day and night was the famous flower picker in Tianhai Frontier.

Mr. Storyteller glanced at Ye Shaoxuan lightly and said, "I'm afraid that this son and Ye Shaoxuan are more than just familiar." ”

"This ......"

Mr. Storyteller is indeed a person of great wisdom, but he did not directly point out Ye Shaoxuan's identity, and then said: "Actually, the Ye Shaoxuan you know is one-sided, the real Ye Shaoxuan is a shameless person, the most obscene flower picker. ”

"That's a bit too harsh. ”

Ye Shaoxuan continued: "Could it be that Mr. and Ye Shaoxuan have a deep hatred?"

The storyteller himself added a little hot tea to his teacup, took a sip, and said, "I can't talk about hatred," I just feel that he has no need to live in this world. ”

Nima, this is not a deep hatred, it is simply the rhythm of wanting me to die......

A person who wished he was dead was sitting opposite him, and he was also a saint, Ye Shaoxuan had no intention of drinking tea now, and he would have something to ask him for later, this was really difficult.

Ye Shaoxuan took a deep breath, moved the teacup in his hand slightly, and then his face gradually became calmer, and said, "Uh, it's good if you're happy, let's talk about helping next." ”

"There's no hurry. Mr. Storyteller looked natural, continued to boil his spiritual tea, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to know why I have such a big hatred with Ye Shaoxuan?"

"Well, I don't need to know that. Ye Shaoxuan was in a cold sweat.

At this time, Mr. Storyteller has boiled another fragrant tea, the tea is fragrant, thick but not greasy, like a bud after the rain, bringing people a sense of freshness, Ye Shaoxuan This is also the first time to smell such a wonderful tea fragrance, just smell such a mouthful, as if everything is enough.

Although the tea is fragrant, but there is a little disharmony between the words, the atmosphere is not right from the moon, and immediately leads the topic away, saying: "It's an honor, if you can drink a cup of such a wonderful tea, you will die without regrets!"

As he spoke, Liyue picked up the clay teacup in his hand, intending to drink it all, but as soon as he handed it to his mouth, all the tea in the cup evaporated into a gaseous state, and for some reason, he didn't leave a drop.

What's going on?

Why, why can't you leave me a small bite? Liyue sighed in her heart.

Although Ye Shaoxuan didn't understand, he smiled indifferently, handed his teacup to Liyue, and said, "This cup is for you." ”

Liyue didn't take the teacup for a long time, worried that if the situation just happened just now, he ruined two cups of tea in a row.

It's completely Liyue thinking too much, and there are only two people present who can interrupt the tea from his hand, one is Ye Shaoxuan's queen master Luo Ge, and the other is the storyteller who is not visible.

And Ouyang Xiaoyu, who was regarded as a passerby, had been playing with her stone stick, and she couldn't understand what Ye Shaoxuan was doing, and at the same time, Ye Shaoxuan couldn't understand what she was doing.

Luo Ge looked at the storyteller coldly and said, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

"There is no distinction between the host and the guest, and there is no etiquette, what do you mean by that?" the storyteller took out a folding fan and gently stirred it, only to see a ghostly fire flickering under the bronze teacup.

It turned out that when Liyue made his first unreasonable move, he paved the way that he would encounter this situation now, and he couldn't blame Liyue for being unreasonable, but only for the storyteller who hid too deeply.

Ye Shaoxuan wondered, "Don't you have a deep hatred with me, why didn't you embarrass me when I drank tea just now?"

Ye Shaoxuan didn't raise this question, after all, he hadn't been arrogant to the point where he had nothing to do.

But the previous reasoning was all wrong, from the beginning when the sixth teacup appeared on the sandalwood table, it meant that there was a third artificial existence from the inexplicable disappearance of the tea in the moon cup, he must have a relationship with Mr. Storyteller, and Ye Shaoxuan was indispensable in this relationship.

Who is the sixth cup for, and what kind of hatred Mr. Storyteller has with Ye Shaoxuan, these are all things that Ye Shaoxuan wants to know, but it is also what Mr. Storyteller is about to say.