Hua Wuying watched as the kettle on the stove was already steaming, and the thin smoke was spreading in the room. As the hot water continued to boil, the water vapor above the head was thick.

Hua Wuying lifted the kettle and poured it into the white porcelain teacup on the table. I don't know what kind of tea leaves are in the tea jar on the table, and the green tea leaves are as thin as embroidery needles.

Although I have never seen this tea, I don't know what it's called, and I don't know where it came from. But Hua Wuying has also learned a lot of medicine and poison skills in the past three months, and knows that this tea should be non-toxic, so he took a small handful and put it in the tea cup with confidence.

The hot water rushed into the tea cup, and the unknown green tea leaves kept churning under the impact of the hot water. Hua Wuying kept watching the tea cup until the water surface was calm, and the tea leaves sank to the bottom of the teapot, and the green tea leaves did not swell as Hua Wuying thought.

The tea leaves that sank at the bottom of the pot were still green, as thin as embroidery needles, so that now, Hua Wuying even suspected that this tea jar was not actually tea, but green needles?

But how is this possible? I can't even distinguish between a needle and a plant. Hua Wuying stared suspiciously at the strange cup of tea.

The heat rising from the tea cup gradually dissipated in the air, and the tea in the tea cup was still colorless and transparent.

Hua Wuying carefully picked up the teacup, slowly approached the end of his nose, and did not dare to inhale the smell rashly, but used his hand as a fan and slightly fanned the air to the end of his nose.

Not only does this tea have no color, but it also has no smell, and if it weren't for the green needles that are sinking at the bottom of the teapot, then this teacup is simply just water.

Although it was just water, Hua Wuying at this time had no idea of wanting to drink it. There must be something weird in this, and for the weirdness that he hasn't figured out yet, Hua Wuying will never drink it.

Hua Wuying put the teacup in her hand back on the table and took one again, this time, she didn't plan to look for other teas in the house, and directly poured herself a cup of hot water.

As soon as the water was poured, she felt a cold wind blowing, and Hua Wuying raised her eyes to see that Leng Jiuming, who was still dressed in white, was already standing in front of her door. Hua Wuying then remembered that he hadn't closed the door at all after he entered the house and lit the candle just now, so it was not surprising that Leng Jiuming stood directly in front of the door.

Thinking of this famous cold demon doctor Leng Jiuming, who made the people in the rivers and lakes frightened, was now his own master, Hua Wuying's mouth hooked up a subtle smile, and immediately picked up the strange tea he had just brewed with both hands.

"Master, please use tea. The tea cup was held high above his head, and Hua Wuying knelt straight in front of Leng Jiuming.

Leng Jiuming chuckled, took the teacup in Hua Wuying's hand, and stood where he was standing quietly, without saying a word.

Hua Wuying couldn't hear what emotions Leng Jiuming's chuckle was carrying, she had never really worshipped her teacher, and the scene of apprenticing to tea was also a whim when she saw this strange tea.

Her purpose was just to see if Leng Jiuming would drink this tea, if this tea was poisonous, or if there was something bad, then Leng Jiuming would definitely not drink it.

However, since the play of apprenticing to the master and serving tea has been led by her, then the play has to be done in a full set, the master took the tea, but did not let her get up, and Hua Wuying naturally couldn't stand up rashly.

After knocking her head on the floor three times in a row, Hua Wuying still straightened her waist and knelt on the ground, her gaze slowly moved from the tea cup in Leng Jiuming's hand to Leng Jiuming's face.

There was no expression on the overly handsome and bewitching face, and the blue eyes were like the deep sea, as if it had a kind of magic that could suck the person looking at it deep into the bottomless depth.

"Are you smart, afraid that I will be poisoned?" Hua Wuying heard Leng Jiuming ask, a faint voice came from above her head, and she saw that the handsome face was hooked with a light smile, but it was not the same kind of mocking sneer at the foot of the Ember Mountain, but only a light smile.

"The apprentice has no shadow to kowtow to the master for tea, which is justified. Hua Wuying was righteous, she couldn't say that she just wanted to test her master with this strange tea.

"Good. With a nice chuckle, Leng Jiuming only said one word, and then slowly drank the tea in his hand.

Hua Wuying watched Leng Jiuming slowly drink the tea, her eyes kept falling on his face, wanting to peek out a hint from his face, such as wanting to know what this strange tea tasted like and what it felt.

However, to her disappointment, Leng Jiuming's face was still expressionless, as if what he had just drunk was really just a colorless and tasteless water.

However, a person like Leng Jiuming, even if he drinks strong wine and highly poisonous, he should be so calm, elegant, indifferent, and so expressionless.

Hua Wuying thought so, and couldn't help but wonder what Leng Jiuming would look like when he really drank spirits or poison, was he always so leisurely and calm, elegant and indifferent?

"Since I am willing to teach you the tricks of the thousand-year-old cold silk, how could I poison you? Wouldn't that be an extra move?" Leng Jiuming said as he leaned over and handed the tea cup that had been drunk to Hua Wuying, who was still kneeling on the ground, and the deep demonic voice was like a whisper in her ear, making Hua Wuying feel excited.

Hua Wuying silently took the teacup, Leng Jiuming still didn't let her get up, and she still heard a hint of ridicule from his faint words just now.

After Leng Jiuming handed the teacup to Hua Wuying, who was still kneeling, he walked straight to the table and sat down. Then he found that Hua Wuying didn't come with him, so he spoke again: "Your apprenticeship has been kneeling long enough, and you can't come yet?"

Hua Wuying was relieved when she heard this, and her cold master finally opened her mouth to get her up. Hua Wuying also came to the table and sat down after getting up, and put the tea cup that Leng Jiuming had drunk on the table.

"Is this really tea?" Hua Wuying pointed to the green needles in the tea cup and asked Leng Jiuming directly.

"This is Chonghua Grass that helps to restore and improve your cultivation. Leng Jiuming said and gently pushed the teapot in front of Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying didn't need to open the teapot to see, and knew that there was not much Chonghua grass left inside. Because when she opened it when she was making tea just now, the amount left in it was only enough to make two teas according to the amount she had just used.

I thought it was only a little bit left, but I never thought that the amount of it was small not because of leftovers, but because it was precious. Although Leng Jiuming didn't say it, judging from the fact that it helped to improve his cultivation, this Chonghua Grass was definitely a precious and rare thing.

"It takes a thousand years for a heavy Chinese grass to grow, but it's a pity that you just let the teacher use half of it. Leng Jiuming added lightly, his expression was serious, but his tone sounded quite sarcastic, and he even called himself "a teacher" for the first time.

Hua Wuying finally understood why he let out that chuckle when she gave Leng Jiuming tea just now, he just waited to see her regret at this time.

And Hua Wuying did regret it, if it weren't for her whim just now to make some kind of apprenticeship tea to tempt, she asked Leng Jiuming directly, with Leng Jiuming's person, he should have told her.

And if you know that the strange tea leaves are Chonghua grass, which can help to restore and improve your cultivation, Hua Wuyin will not dispose of it so rashly.

It's a pity that it was too late to know, and this rare Chonghua grass was ruined by her. Hua Wuying's heart was full of regret.

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