Ye Qianqiu, who Wei Lingkong couldn't understand, sat in the best position in the teahouse, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see the chattering storyteller on the first floor.

"Two, this is our best tea in Cloudsdale - Misty Fairy. Xiao Er held the tea set and introduced with a smile.

Ye Qianqiu didn't move, and calmly looked at Xiao Er's appearance of making tea. The second child in the teahouse has been trained, and the technique of making tea is very sophisticated.

The tea cup is very small, only the amount of one bite. Wei Lingkong, who had been walking for a long time, was really a little thirsty, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then smacked his lips.

"How?" Ye Qianqiu was interested, looking at the movements of the second stunned, he knew that this guy didn't know anything about the tea ceremony.

"It's no different from regular tea. Wei Lingkong replied honestly.

"How can there be no difference!" As soon as he heard this person slandering the Misty Immortal, Xiao Er couldn't stand: "The entrance is sweet, the aftertaste is mellow, how can ordinary tea be compared!"

Wei Lingkong smacked his lips, and before he could speak, he was stopped by Ye Qianqiu: "He is a rough man who doesn't understand tea, I understand, the fairy in the fog is good tea." The tea is clear and fragrant, and it is indeed a rare and good tea. ”

Hearing Ye Qianqiu's words, Xiao Er, who was fried and hairy, was in a much better mood.

"However, this tea is called the Misty Fairy, and it has a history. Ye Qianqiu held the teacup and asked curiously.

"Of course there is a ...... origin" Then, Xiao Er told Ye Qianqiu all the origins of the Misty Fairy.

It turns out that the Misty Fairy is not a tea that has been passed down for a long time. On the contrary, it has only been more than 20 years since the emergence of this tea. As for the name of the tea, it actually refers to the person who stir-fried the fairy in the fog.

In the entire Cloud City, there is only one person who can fry the immortals in the mist, and that is the city lord's wife. At the beginning, when the city lord fell in love with his wife at first sight, his wife was picking tea leaves under the cover of a cloud. Beauty is like a fairy, hidden in the clouds.

The fairy in the fog is exactly what is used to describe the lady of the city lord.

"That's really a rare and good tea. Ye Qianqiu squinted his eyes and slowly sipped the tea into his mouth.

Xiao Er left satisfied.

"It's just ordinary tea, what's so special?" Wei Lingkong was still puzzled. Wei Lingkong is a rough man, but he is a disciple of Nangong Zhenren, and he really doesn't understand the tea ceremony or anything, but he drinks a lot of tea.

Especially the spirit tea, this mist fairy can only be regarded as medium in the spirit tea.

"Lingcha. Ye Qianqiu turned the tea cup: "Medium-quality spiritual tea is just an ordinary thing in our eyes, but this is the mortal world, and this thing is not ordinary." ”

Ye Qianqiu's rare explanation.

The person who stir-fries the spiritual tea must be a monk, and a person without spiritual power has no way to lock the spiritual energy in the tea. However, normal monks, how many people like Ye Qianqiu have nothing to do and compete with a bunch of tea?

"Even if it's a spirit tea, there's nothing wrong with it. Wei Lingkong looked at the empty teacup.

Ye Qianqiu did not respond. She leaned sideways, her arms resting on the railing, and looked down at the storyteller. What the storyteller said was exactly what Xiao Er said just now, but it was more legendary and exaggerated than what Xiao Er said.

"Yue Mingchen's wife is actually not a mortal, which is a bit interesting. The corners of Ye Qianqiu's mouth rose.

Wei Lingkong looked at Ye Qianqiu with the teacup, the tea in the teacup had been changed three times, and he drank it several times, but he didn't make a difference. As for the wife of the city lord of Cloud City, what does it mean to be not a mortal, Wei Lingkong didn't understand.

Crash!

Wei Lingkong, who was about to try the taste of tea for the fourth time, was stunned, lowered his head, looked at his wet clothes, and frowned.

"Little boy, save the slave family!" Wei Lingkong's whole body stiffened, because a pair of hands hugged his thighs tightly. And these hands came from a young girl.

The girl didn't have the slightest cultivation, so Wei Lingkong's sword could only freeze in mid-air. Then, he looked at Ye Qianqiu for help. Shizun said that if he didn't know how to deal with it, he could hand it over to Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu, who was asked for help by Wei Lingkong, had already narrowed her eyes into a slit at this time, and, judging from the curvature of the corners of her mouth, Ye Qianqiu was very interested in what they were encountering now.

When you go out, there are beautiful women in your arms, which is completely the treatment of the protagonist.

That's right, the girl holding Wei Lingkong's thighs, although she is wearing sack-like linen clothes, her face is indeed beautiful. Such a beauty is definitely the kind of person who is suitable for income in the harem.

"Qianqiu, what should I do?" Wei Ling generously asked for help.

Hug it up, everyone is hugging it, what the hell are you holding up your two hands in a surrender form Ye Qianqiu rolled his eyes.

Without Ye Qianqiu's help, Wei Lingkong could only continue to stiffen in place. Fortunately, when I practiced with my master, I trained my physique strictly, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain this posture for too long.

However, Wei Lingkong did not last long, and the person chasing the girl had already arrived.

When the visitor saw the two people sitting at the table, he was stunned. Then he spoke: "Are you two planning to meddle?"

Wei Lingkong looked dazed, and Ye Qianqiu didn't speak at all. The two of them didn't do anything, so they were forcibly intervened, this kind of thing that the pot came from the sky, no matter how much Ye Qianqiu tried to explain, it should be in vain.

As for Wei Lingkong, this kind of thing, Ye Qianqiu doesn't solve it, and he expects him to have no fun at all.

"Qianqiu, what should I do?" This was the third time Wei Lingkong asked for help.

Ye Qianqiu continued to slump on the chair and waved his hand casually: "You can deal with it as you want." Then, her eyes fell on the girl holding Wei Lingkong's thigh.

From the beginning to the present, the girl has only said one word. There was still a little panic before, but now there is still no panic. This kind of emotional change, how could it not be noticed by Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu's words fell, and Wei Lingkong thought about it. Then, he reached out and pulled the woman up on his thigh: "How do you want us to save you?"

The girl was stunned.

"If you don't say how to save you, how can I save you?" Wei Lingkong continued to speak.

As a righteous monk, it is necessary to help the weak when they ask for help. However, this woman has no cultivation, and she is not injured or painful, and Wei Lingkong has no idea why she asked for help.

"The slave family doesn't want to be caught. The girl hurriedly knelt down again: "Childe, please, save the slave family, the slave family wants to go home, and I don't want to be captured by these people!"

Wei Lingkong spoke, and Ye Qianqiu was still looking at the girl. took one last look at the thugs who were chasing the girl, and calmly poured himself another cup of tea.

After a while, Ye Qianqiu heard Wei Lingkong's voice again: "Qianqiu, do you have any silver on you?" They said that if you want to take this girl away, we will get the silver." Wei Lingkong paused, and then his voice was a little shy: "I don't have any silver on me." ”

Ye Qianqiu was not angry, and reached out to take out the money bag from the storage bag: "Give." ”