Tea is a thing, born and raised. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is the immortal seed given to the world by the Creator.

Rich and poor, everyone can afford to buy tea.

The poor drank tea, boiled well water, brewed indiscriminately, and swallowed leaves.

The rich taste tea, the resonance of water and fire, and the famous utensils must be the handiwork of famous artists.

In the corner of the judge's house, someone made tea.

The water is the spring flower dew water, and the fire is the fruit wood simmering.

It's so laid-back.

Tea is a new tea in early autumn, and people are elegant and literati.

It's so calm.

Gazing at his eyes, his ten fingers were leisurely, and he used up Shennong's eighteen hands to cook fragrant tea.

The tea soup is clear, slowly entered into the cup, and pushed towards the edge of the stone table.

"Please. ”

A simple word, looking at the black impermanence.

The man finally raised his eyebrows.

Fresh and elegant, people are like their tea, white crowns and green robes, and their eyebrows are picturesque.

is like a handsome student reading quietly by the lake, and like a pioneer armor with a military uniform.

Wensheng is martial, he is all in one, and he is quite vulgar.

He is polite, humble and moderate, and has the attitude of a master.

Ignoring the tea, Hei Wuchang said coldly: "I want a wheel roll." ”

Lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and then cooked new water, not in a hurry: "Persuade you to drink a cup of tea, don't make new water as light as a flower." ”

is creating a picturesque artistic conception moment, in mid-air, another person descends.

The splitter snatched the new tea that had just been brewed, drank it all, wiped the corners of his mouth, and sneered at Wensheng Gongzi: "The flowers are obviously gorgeous, you just say that they are light, it violates the Three Realms Changlun, you are not right." ”

He stopped cooking tea, frowned, and looked up, measuring the man.

His white robe was scattered, half of his chest exposed, covered in stinking sweat and bloodstained.

It's really not worthy of his handsome look.

frowned slightly, and just wanted to reprimand him for a few words of recklessness, but he grabbed him and said with a smile: "Two guests, a cup of tea, this kind of hospitality, ancient and modern, you are not right." ”

Pushing the empty cup to Wensheng Gongzi, he sat across from him with a big swagger, urging repeatedly: "Don't stop, hurry up and make tea." ”

In just a few words, he turned a good master into a tea seller.

One is cold and speechless, and every word is fine.

I should have poured the frieze, how could I be knocked on the door by such two people?

continued to make water, settled down, and straightened his voice, Wensheng Gongzi retorted lightly: "The crown is not upright and silent, Mi is not good and does not eat, and the brother Tai is extraordinary, he must understand this truth." ”

Yes, he finally knew to talk back.

Bai Wuchang chuckled, reached out and took off the white crown on this person's head, buckled it on his head, and then raised his hand to urge him to make tea, and continued to tease: "I have a crown now, but you don't, so you just have to work and don't talk." ”

I can't believe that there is such a scoundrel in the world, Wen Shenggongzi's eyes widened, and he just wanted to retort a few words, but he was robbed of the conversation by Bai Wuchang: "My brother has grown from a child to an adult, he must have drunk his mother's milk, milk is not square, don't drink it when you have the ability." ”

He was so angry that his face turned red, his lips trembled, but Bai Wuchang was not proud at all, and added loosely: "You drank invisible milk and forgot to kiss your mother, you are still not right." ”

"You!" his hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the teapot, and snorted heavily: "Rude!"

"Oh?" Bai Wuchang took the teapot in his hand, filled the empty cup with new water, and asked with a sneer: "It turns out that the crown is not right, not only can you speak, but you can also scold people." You've finally got it right for once. ”

took water and poured out the tea boiling fire, this person finally stopped maintaining his demeanor, and arched his hand angrily: "Please send tea to guests." ”

"Well said. ”

Bai Wuchang drank the bottom of the cup, buckled the hat back to the man's head, spread his palm to him, and smiled with a smile in his eyes: "Roll the wheel for me." ”

Raising his hand to straighten the white crown, this person snorted, raised his chin, and his face was full of pride: "Since Brother Tai knows that there is a scroll of wheels, he must be a person from my underworld, why don't you understand the rules of my underworld?"

Without the Hades Decree, life and death cannot be investigated.

That's what he was referring to.

Every sentence is not detached from formality, everything is done according to the rules, and he looks good, but he is a little stupid.

Hearing his question clearly, pointing to his nose and laughing loudly, Bai Wuchang almost burst into tears, as if he was laughing at the most ridiculous person in the world.

Standing up while laughing, paced to Hei Wuchang's side, and formally introduced Wensheng Gongzi: "Do you know who this young master is?"

looked up and down at the black impermanence, the upper body was naked, the face was handsome, the eyebrows were hateful, and there were blood marks everywhere.

Looking at the cold iron rope on his arm, Wen Sheng Gongzi took a deep breath and asked back, "Isn't it the impermanence of the Black Monarch who is in charge of seducing the soul?"

Nodding again and again, Bai Wuchang gave a thumbs up in approval: "Brother has good eyesight!"

After the praise, he asked in a condensed voice: "Since you recognize the master, don't you know that the master is against the rules of the underworld?"

The impermanence of the eighth generation of Black Monarch has long spread to all corners of the underworld.

How could he have not heard?

Although he was timid in his heart, he was cold and hard, took a deep breath, and said decisively: "If you can't see the order of the king of Hades, you can't obey your fate." ”

"Yo, are you putting on an official show?"

Bowing his head and laughing a few times, Bai Wuchang approached gently, raised his hand to hug Wensheng Gongzi, and whispered in his ear: "I'll give you an idea to ensure that both are perfect." ”

He was covered in stinky sweat and smelled bad under his armpits, but he held Wensheng Gongzi under his arms and struggled to get out.

can only endure the irritability, Ren Bai Wuchang said: "The first generation of life and death judgment in the judge's mansion is to rush to kill him, and he left a pair of judge's pens, and it is rumored that the upper punishment of the heavenly immortals and the lower beheading of the ghosts...... This pair of pens must have been passed to you now, so you can take it out casually and make two strokes, endure a little pain, and let the master beat you down. It's not that you don't desperately protect the classics, but you were robbed by Black Impermanence...... Old man Yan wants to ask, you just say this, keep you safe. ”

What kind of bad idea is this? Is it a confession of fear of sin?

With all his strength, he came out of the white impermanence, and Wensheng Gongzi shook his head loudly.

After tidying up the placket, Wensheng Gongzi bowed to Hei Wuchang again: "There are thousands of fake books in the wheel scroll, and there is only one real book, I could have given you a fake book to send things away, but the gentleman doesn't do dark things......"

It's so long-winded that it's not even persuaded.

Unable to listen to his righteous words, Bai Wuchang forcibly interrupted: "I advise you to make it convenient, the master is angry, you must not touch his frieze, otherwise, the entire underworld will be affected by you." ”

"If you don't persuade me, my heart will be sad. ”

Wensheng Gongzi sighed bitterly, and took out a judge's pen from each of his left and right sleeves.

The body of the pen is made of 10,000-year-old dry bamboo, and the pen is red vermilion.

Judge Zhu Hongbi, the Three Realms have a good reputation.

The left hand can draw, the right hand can write, and at the same time the blood and ink are gone.

One more stroke of longevity, one less life should be extinguished.

It is said that Sen Luo is impermanent and ruthless, but the magistrate of the underworld does not even need to ask for his life, just sketches on the paper, and you have signed your future life and this life.

Knocking the red pen lightly, there was an empty bamboo sound, Wensheng Gongzi Meiyu was sad, and sighed reluctantly: "Wen Please can't send guests, you can only invite Heijun." ”

After the pre-war salute, he put the red pen into a cross to protect his chest, and he said politely to Hei Wuchang again: "I am not good at learning, and I ask Hei Jun's subordinates to be merciful." ”

Judge of life and death, ruthless in taking life.

With the work of a pair of red pens, the karma of the world is enforced.

Although this pair of pens is no longer arrogant in the Three Realms, they may still have the power of thunder when they make a move at this time.

He named the most ruthless black impermanence in the battlefield, which seems to be elegant, but it is actually wild.

Could it be that a cowardly scholar hides his magical skills?

Not daring to underestimate him, Bai Wuchang took a step sideways, lifted his chest and shook the feather fan lightly, secretly watching the formation for Hei Impermanence.

"I don't embarrass you, hand over the wheel rolls. ”

has always been ruthless, black impermanence did not make a move, and once again clarified the meaning.

Seeing that Hei Wuchang refused to retreat and did not make a move, Wen Shenggongzi's chest rose and fell several times, and finally made up his mind, raised his double pen strongly, screamed, and rushed towards him.

His screams were torn, his steps were deep, he had no exercises, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes, like a shrew fighting.

What kind of trick is this? Is it deliberately done to avoid people's eyes?

He was hesitant in his heart, and when he rushed closer, Bai Wuchang quietly kicked out a small pebble and hit him on the ankle.

When the stone hit, Wen Shenggongzi's leg went limp, he screamed, and fell down in response.

Because he rushed too quickly, he rolled forward three times after falling, scratching his clothes and scratching his face.

Even a pair of judges' pens fell off their hands.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, who would have thought that the life and death judgment of this generation would be powerless?

With a wry smile, Bai Wuchang stepped forward to help up the life and death judge who was in pain, sighed and shook his head: "Where are you not good at learning, you haven't studied art at all." ”

Endured the pain, wiped off the remnants of his face, and the judge of life and death thanked Bai Wuchang for his support, picked up the vermilion pen, and was polite: "My foot slipped just now, I can rush again." ”

Rush again?

Doesn't seem like it was even half a battle just now, right?

The feather fan made the wind and fanned the wound on his face, and Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly and persuaded: "For the sake of your front teeth, forget it." ”

smashed all the way in, but I didn't expect to fall into a farce.

There was no patience to wait for these two people to talk nonsense, the black impermanence iron rope was domineering, and Fang Yuan swept.

One move was lost, and the courtyard wall of the judge's mansion fell and turned into dust.

Without the protection of the courtyard wall, the spring color of the garden was immediately swallowed by the cold of the underworld.

Flowers and plants withered, fruit trees frosted, stone tables froze and cracked, and tea turned into ice.

The cold invaded, and Wen Sheng judged that he had no mana to protect himself, and immediately his lips were blue and purple, and he shook to sift chaff.

Shaking pitifully, he couldn't stand steadily, squatted down, curled up into a shrimp, covered his frozen ears with both hands, and a trace of blood cracked on the back of his hand.

I can't bury my head in the scholar's robe, and my embarrassed elegance is gone, and I can't say a word anymore.

After a move, the black impermanence hatred was born, and the ghost fire was exuded, and he asked coldly: "Hand over the wheel scroll and spare your life!"

Afraid that he would really make a black hand, Bai Wuchang took a step sideways, sat down cross-legged between Hei Wuchang and Wen Shengju, and smiled at the almost frozen scholar: "Hand over the wheel scroll, and I will pay you to rebuild the courtyard wall." ”

A threat, an inducement.

What other despicable means cannot be used by black and white impermanence?

His body was covered in frost, his tongue was almost frozen, and Wen Sheng had a bitter face.

He can't be without a way, only a strong faith, open his eyes strongly, and say a "no!" with a slight trembling voice!"