"That's it, that's it, for the sake of this little girl's face, you have one bowl for each person, a total of five thousand gold. ”

The old man looked at the pile of gold thrown out by Zhang Fan, he held a teapot in one hand and five porcelain bowls in the other, walked out tremblingly, poured them one by one, and went back again.

"A bowl of a thousand gold, drink, I'm in for a treat, don't waste it." ”

Zhang Fan waved his hand and threw the bowl to Wang Teng, Song Feng, Zhao Long and Duan Ziyu one by one, not a drop of water, he picked up the last bowl on the table and glanced at it, he didn't find anything wrong, and drank it all.

After he finished drinking the tea, he looked at Song Qian and asked strangely: "Boiled water, how do you drink it with relish, it's still so expensive, this old guy .......?"

The sound of falling to the ground sounded a few times, Zhang Fan's head tilted and fainted, and just when he lost consciousness, he was forcibly taken back by Xiaobai without a sound.

Suddenly, of the seven people present, four fell to the ground and fell unconscious, one disappeared, leaving only Song Qian and the old man, one was speechless in shock, and the other was expressionless and calm.

The surroundings fell silent all of a sudden, and Song Qian held the tea in one hand, just hanging quietly on her lips, not daring to drink a drop again.

She turned her head to look at the old man, and was about to ask, but the old man said first, "They are fine, just sleep, and in twelve hours, they will wake up." ”

"Uncle, I've drunk many bowls of this tea, why is it okay?"

"You're drinking tea, they're not, you're fine, they're fine. ”

Song Qian's eyes were confused, and she said to herself in confusion: "Is that really boiled water?"

When she looked up, the teashed was still there, but the old man was gone, and half of the gold on the ground was gone.

"This is the martial arts world, Zhang Fan is obviously in a coma, but how did he disappear, and the old man ......."

Twelve hours later, Zhang Fan woke up in a daze, he touched the things under him, and muttered, "What the hell, I'm so uncomfortable." ”

With a click, Zhang Fan suddenly became excited, and suddenly came to his senses, he looked around and asked, "Xiaobai, what's the matter?"

"Master, you are unconscious, I forcibly pulled you back, and the time is just all day. ”

"Well...... I remember, it was the bowl of boiled water, this old guy had two hits, and I was too careless. ”

Zhang Fan looked down at the jade statue in his hand that was split in half, put it aside casually, and after a little sense, he found that it was his strength that had been restored.

"I said why is this statue so fragile, it turns out that I have the strength of the Golden Immortal, but this recovery speed is too slow, and it doesn't seem to be useful. ”

After he said that, a flicker returned to the tea shed, looked at the few people who were confused and sober, stared at Song Qian and looked at it, and suddenly three words popped up in his heart: 'Destined person'.

So, he pretended to be strange and asked: "Song Qian, we are both destined people, you say, why don't you fall into a coma?"

Song Qian shook her head, "I don't know, I haven't figured it out after thinking about it for a day, but the old man said, you don't drink tea, I drink tea, maybe that's the reason." By the way, when you woke up, did you notice any changes? For example, your mana seems to have recovered a lot. ”

"Mana recovery, after a few breaths, it won't be sealed, it won't have much effect.......

"My memory was restored, it was the bowl of boiled water, it allowed us to recover our memories in this world, but fortunately I drank it at the time. ”

"My memory has also recovered, but this strength is a little too bad......."

"Me ....... too"

Hearing the words of Song Feng, Wang Teng and Zhao Long, Zhang Fan knew that even if the old man was not a reincarnation Taoist and a Tianya Sanren, he must have a lot to do with the two.

As for Song Qian, the old man can look at her differently, except for being destined, he really can't find a better reason.

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, he turned his head to look at Duan Ziyu with burning eyes, and asked very curiously: "Duan Ziyu, what about you, tell me honestly, how do you feel?"

"I, I don't feel it, I'm just a little thirsty, and I want to have another bowl!" Duan Ziyu's eyes fluttered, flickering, avoiding the important and light, and diverted the topic.

"You want another bowl, Lao Tzu still wants to have another ten bowls, how do I feel that you kid is dishonest and suspected of lying......."

Zhang Fan said as he spoke, and when his mana was about to completely dissipate, his divine thoughts swept over Duan Ziyu's head, and suddenly, he was stunned.

He found that in Duan Ziyu's head, there was an extra person's memory, to be precise, the memory of his previous life.

In my memory, Duan Ziyu was still surnamed Duan in his last life, but he was not called Duan Ziyu, but Duan Yu.

Duan Yu, the head of the last generation of the Duan family, is a hero, with martial arts and coercion. Unfortunately, he was eventually killed by a traitor and died of poisoning, and his death was unknown.

The most important thing is that in that era, there were also Tianqiong Shangren, Tianyasan and Reincarnation Daoist, and Duan Yu knew the three of them, and the Reincarnation Daoist, his appearance was exactly the same as the old man in the tea shed.

At this moment, thousands of thoughts turned in Zhang Fan's mind, and his thoughts quickly swept towards Song Qian, Wang Teng, Song Feng and Zhao Long, he wanted to take the opportunity to see their identities, origins, and so on.

The result was very unexpected, Zhang Fan had roughly seen the memories of the four people, but what he saw was the memory of this world, which was a false memory.

Even so, his face was red, and a trace of embarrassment quickly flashed, a little unnatural. After all, Song Qian is a woman, and she is still a beauty, although most of her memories in this world are false, but some of them are true in the later stage.

At this time, Song Qianhu looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously and asked, "Zhang Fan, what are you in a daze, there is nothing wrong with your memory, right?"

"No, maybe I am destined for someone's sake, that bowl of boiled water is not effective for me, and the thousand taels of gold were wasted in vain. By the way, Song Qian, where did the old man go? What happened while we were in a coma? And that bowl of boiled water, what is it?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the tea shed, saw that the old man was not there, and asked casually.

"He said you would wake up in twelve hours, and he disappeared after saying that, and as for the rest, I don't know......."

In the martial arts world, in the central area, in the bustling area, there is a city there, it is called Youzhou Ancient City.

The ancient city is boxy, the periphery is a huge city wall, a few zhang to be high, the side is more than 3,000 zhang long, covers an area of several hundred miles, extremely big.

On the city wall, there is a gate in the east, west, north and south, and there are all kinds of buildings within the city wall, densely packed and countless.

There is an ancient street within the city wall, its center is all paved with bluestone slabs, from north to south, with the shape of the situation to form nine bends and thirteen bends, like a green dragon that is about to fly in the air.

There are nearly 100 pebble lanes on both sides of the ancient street, crisscrossing and forming a network all over the whole ancient city, long or short, wide or narrow, high walls and narrow alleys, simple and remote.......