The sun passed noon, which was the hottest time of the day, and the people who went out shopping finally couldn't resist the scorching heat of the sun, and they looked for a place to eat and hide from the cool, and the pedestrians on Baibao Street were much rarer.

Li Bai and Zhuo Ling'er sat at the window of a teahouse, sipping the cloud tea sent from Liangzhou Kuaima, while looking at the scenery outside the window, the cool breeze passed through the carved pear wood window in the middle of the opening, taking away a bit of heat, and the two of them looked extremely comfortable.

Li Bai didn't know much about drinking tea in his previous life, not that he was not interested, but mainly because his economic strength did not allow it. I have the strength in this life, but unfortunately I can't be interested, Zhuo Ling'er on the other side lowered her head and fiddled with the tea set, looking like a master in this way.

At the end of the performance, the white and slender fingers lightly held up the emerald green porcelain cup, took a sip, and looked intoxicated, as if wandering among the white clouds, the breeze was blowing, everything was silent, and she was intoxicated in the world of the girl's dream.

Li Bai scoffed at this, and at the beginning he even drank two large cups before quenching his thirst a little, if it weren't for Zhuo Ling'er's complaining eyes, this pot of precious cloud tea would have been ruined by him like a cow.

"Senior brother, do you know the name of this tea" Zhuo Ling'er, who had finally changed back from the fairy in the clouds, asked Li Bai with interest.

Sitting opposite, Li Bai couldn't help but take a big sip of tea and shook his head blankly.

Zhuo Ling'er had a headache in her heart, looked at this incomprehensible senior brother, and patiently introduced.

"This cloud tea, produced in the southwest of Liangzhou thousands of zhang high mountains, the high mountains are entangled with clouds and mist all the year round, over time, this tea tree is contaminated with the spirituality of the world, senior brother, look" Zhuo Ling'er said, pushed his teacup to the middle of the table, and pointed inside.

Li Bai stretched out his head to look, but he still didn't understand why.

Zhuo Linger patiently continued to explain, "This cloud tea needs to be brewed in this emerald green porcelain cup, the most charming, you see the tea on this tea leaves, after a flush of water, the group of halos, in this emerald green porcelain cup, like the endless clouds, galloping, reciprocating, it is beautiful." ”

After Zhuo Ling'er's explanation, Li Bai looked at it again, and sure enough, as she said, the tea in the cup fluctuated slightly, as if the clouds in the sky came to this cup, but it did not change its elegant and chic nature, lively and smart.

"If you can brew it in a light blue cup, it will be more like a cloud in the sky" Li Bai glanced at it a few times, and muttered silently in his heart.

"It is rumored that outside the Northwest Heavenly Mountain, there is a light blue jade cup, which is the most compatible with this cloud tea" Zhuo Ling'er was silent for a while, and sighed with infinite yearning again.

Li Bai twitched his nose, and thought to himself, it was really the same thing that the hero saw, but he didn't say it again, so as not to be robbed by the other party.

A pot of cloud tea, poured most of it by Li Bai, only to relieve the fatigue of the afternoon, a misunderstanding in the alley just now, the jade card suddenly flew out, which made him break out in a cold sweat, wet his clothes, and now it is finally dry. I couldn't help but stretch comfortably, and my eyes swept to the table at the top of the stairs.

There were two middle-aged men sitting on the table, and when they saw Li Bai's gaze sweeping over, they immediately stood up and bent down respectfully, Li Bai nodded slightly, and the two sat down in fear this time.

Of these two people, one of them was Wang Mazi, who was rescued by Li Bai at the last moment, and the other was the scar-faced man with three layers of condensation.

Zhuo Ling'er didn't look back, she also knew the movements of the two people behind her, she held her cheek with her left hand, propped it on the table, looked at Li Bai lazily, and asked with gossip.

"Senior brother, why did you save that Wang Mazi, Han Chuan's old boy, he was ghostly in his heart, he knelt down and killed him like that, but he was very particular"

When Li Bai heard this, he immediately became interested, his eyes showed a strange light, and his body also leaned over, looking like he was listening attentively.

Zhuo Linger pursed her lips and smiled, and continued.

"Senior brother, although you are the only son of Elder Li Feng, you have not yet passed the sect test, and now your identity is undecided, with Han Chuan's identity at this moment, he would not need to bow down, but he just knelt, and he knelt so earth-shattering, the reason for this is that on the one hand, he is of course scruples about becoming a housekeeper, and secondly, senior brother, your reputation has been too loud recently, and you have suddenly shown the strength of the fourth layer of condensation, and your potential has increased dramatically. He saw through this, and turned his head and made up his mind to burn your cold stove. But the difficulty is that in just a moment, he thought of all the plans, not only got himself drunk, but also created momentum for you, senior brother, and even nailed his shadow like a nail in your heart."

The more Zhuo Ling'er spoke, the more serious her voice became, and at the end of her little face came over, almost touching Li Bai's head.

"This Han Chuan is not simple," Zhuo Linger finally concluded, and at the same time looked at Li Bai with a look of hope, as if expecting the other party's appreciation for his incisive analysis.

"You just said that I was a cold stove" Li Bai raised his head, stared at Zhuo Ling'er's beautiful face close at hand, frowned and said in disbelief.

"Where is it, where is it, senior brother, you are now the hottest hot kang head in Qingcheng" Zhuo Ling'er shrank back, and said with a coquettish smile, daring to say so much to herself, the other party only remembers this.

Li Bai also laughed along, there was something angry there, but he just saw Zhuo Ling'er so serious just now and teased her.

Li Bai lowered his head and took a sip of tea, thinking alone in his heart, he saved Wang Mazi in the end, although he couldn't analyze one, two, three like Zhuo Ling'er, but he felt that he was doing the right thing in his heart. If you think it's right, you have to do it, and you will regret it in the third life.

In fact, when Wang Mazi knelt down to save his companions, he felt compassion together, and at that moment, maybe he had a little scheming in it, but he didn't have that kind of nature, and he couldn't do that kind of thing. Maybe this Wang Mazi is the tea tree on the high mountain, but it has been mixed in the streets for a long time that it has dyed those "clouds".

Li Bai and Zhuo Ling'er had rested enough, ignoring the hot weather outside, they went out on the road again and rushed to the Wonder Pavilion, after all, saving lives is like fighting fires, it is a matter of 100,000 urgency. Zhuo Linger put down the veil and accompanied her all the way, without any complaints.

Wang Mazi and the scar-faced man hung far behind, looking around, otherwise which blind guy would collide with his new master again, while looking forward to his bright future.

The development of things is like the famous eighteen panshan roads in Naliang Prefecture. Wang Mazi saw that his subordinates had fallen, he had fallen, and the strongest trio of his top boss had also fallen, just when he was about to despair, the captain of the guard actually came in person, that was the master who had already built the foundation, and that was the person who could really be called an immortal master. I kindled hope again.

But he knelt down, surprisingly crisply.

Wang Mazi's heart died and turned to ashes, he didn't remember what happened behind him, and he didn't want to know, until the purple sledgehammer came all over the world, and he woke up all of a sudden, and he regretted it very much in his heart.

In this life, he doesn't even have a woman.

The eighteen mountain roads also have uphill slopes. The boy who was stolen by himself became a young master and saved himself at the last moment, and then the sun shone into reality.

As soon as he turned around, he changed his master, and his own head of the pipe also hurriedly gave his right-hand man, the scar-faced man, to the young man, no, not a young man, a young master, his own young master.

Wang Mazi's heart was filled with happiness little by little, overflowing, and finally found that even if it was overflowing, it was only a little bit of the whole new world.

Turning his head to look at the person next to him, he looked around nervously, and whether he was smiling, it was him, the guy who didn't care much about himself in the past, just because the young master asked them to stay away, his eyes were looking at himself, and he was jealous of himself.

Wang Mazi trotted a few steps, brought Li Bai Zhuo Ling'er who turned the corner into his field of vision again, saw them stop in front of a three-story building, looked at it a few times, and then raised his feet and went in.

Wang Mazi glanced at the plaque on the small building, took a secret breath, and hurriedly rushed over, waiting outside the door with the scar-faced man, this kind of place is not something that they can enter casually.

Thinking of the three words he saw just now, Wang Mazi couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and sighed in his heart, the new master is really different, he will go here as soon as he gets off the mountain, this is

"Quirky Pavilion".