Seeing that it was about to get out of control, Zhang Shucheng shouted: "Stop!"

Quickly walked to the middle of the two to play a round, pushed Mo Shengtu away from the boss's wife, and at the same time reached out and pressed down the gun in Miao Yi's hand, "It's all your own people, don't miss the right thing for a little thing." ”

turned around and smiled at the proprietress again: "The proprietress is angry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to borrow your cooking utensils and make some tea." ”

The proprietress said indifferently: "Some little things don't need to bother the dart master to do it himself, cook, quickly help a few dart masters make some hot tea." ”

"Eh!" the cook responded, but Zhang Shucheng stretched out his hand to stop him, "My brother was offended just now, and it was too late to apologize, so how dare you bother again." Saying that, he pushed Mo Shengtu with his hand, "Don't go to fetch water yet." ”

Mo Shengtu suppressed the gloom on his face, his eyes flashed fiercely, he took the bucket on the ground in a muffled voice, and strode towards the stormy hall.

Zhang Shucheng took the pot, and by the way, he took Miao Yi back and put the pot on the fire.

The proprietress noticed the strangeness in Mo Shengtu's eyes, and then showed a look that she was used to attracting customers, as if she didn't put at ease what she had just done, stretched her charming waist, and smiled at several subordinates: "Everyone pack up and go to bed early! ”

Inadvertently glanced at the cook between words, raised his eyebrows, and the cook knocked his eyelids knowingly.

The few people responded and immediately began to clean up, but the cook took off the clothes that were wet when he had just gone out to wash the dishes, and went to the back hall to wring out the water.

The proprietress twisted her soft waist and lay down on the fragrant couch, the picture was very seductive, even Zhang Shucheng couldn't help but stare at it, but unfortunately Confucius immediately went over to cover up the pink gauze tent, covering the sultry spring color, but adding a bit of reverie.

Outside the hall, next to the ancient well between the two ancient acacia trees, Mo Shengtu picked up a bucket of water, looked left and right, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and opened it, poured out the white powder into the bucket, put away the small porcelain bottle, and took a red pill into his mouth, and then hurriedly went back with a bucket of water.

And on the roof of the main hall, the cook didn't know when he appeared on it against the wind and rain, and after taking in what Mo Shengtu had done, he quickly dodged away.

Mo Shengtu returned to the main hall and added the water from the bucket to the iron pot, the bottom of the iron pot was a little red, and the pot under cold water made a popping sound.

The cook also returned to the main hall, picked up the dishes on the ground, took advantage of the situation to pinch some ashes on the ground, and when he turned around with his back to Miao Yi and them, he scattered the ashes in his hand into the bowl towards the Xiangfei couch, indicating Mo Shengtu's actions outside just now.

The eyes of the other people glanced at the Xiangfei couch intentionally or unintentionally, and the proprietress in the gauze tent just turned around lazily and seemed to wave her hand inadvertently.

A few people understood and continued to pack up their own.

The wind and rain outside the hall were mixed, and the ancient acacia in the courtyard was whistling in the wind and rain.

The hall is quiet, under the swaying firelight, the tall Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform in the center is obscure, and the old and broken Arhats or Bodhisattvas on both sides are all strange, and the projection on the wall is even longer and shorter, and the demons and monsters are unpredictable.

The gurgling sound of boiling water was boiling in the iron pot on the fire rack, and Mo Shengtu took out a jar from his bag, opened it, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, and sprinkled them into the boiling iron pot.

Zhang Shucheng took the opportunity to quietly put a red pill into his mouth.

After a while, a fragrant fragrance of tea wafted from the iron pot, Zhang Shucheng removed the fire from the fire below, kept the fire warm, and took three bowls to scoop the hot tea.

At this moment, the cook and Confucius over there both came running over with a bowl, and Confucius bowed his waist and asked with a smile, "Can you ask for a cup of hot tea?"

Zhang Shucheng and Mo Shengtu glanced at each other, and the former smiled and stretched out his hand to the teapot, "You're welcome, just use it!"

"Xiexie!" thanked each other.

The cook inadvertently stood in front of Miao Yi and took tea.

Miao Yi's eyes fell on his back for a moment, and on the back clothes of the cook, which had not yet dried, he actually wrote five words with charcoal: There is something in the tea!

Miao Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the tea pot on the fire, picked up the silver gun on the side, lifted the corner of his clothes and slowly wiped the gun head, rubbing it very hard.

The cook and Confucius, who each scooped a bowl of hot tea, bowed and thanked him, and when the two turned around, Confucius seemed to inadvertently block the cook's back and returned.

The two looked like the tea was very hot, and they ran back quickly with sighs, but as soon as they returned to their fire, the two accidentally bumped into each other.

Two bowls of porcelain bowls filled with hot tea shattered to the ground.

The two who missed looked at each other, and Miao Yi, who was wiping the head of the gun, glanced at it.

Zhang Shucheng here said with a smile: "There is half a pot of tea, and the three of me can't finish it, so if you want to drink it, just come and get it, you're welcome." ”

Then he stuffed two bowls of scooping haode tea into Mo Shengtu's hands, and nudged it, "You were wrong just now, why don't you go and accompany Brother Miao." ”

Mo Shengtu took the tea into his hand with understanding, walked to Miao Yi's side, and squeezed out a sincere expression: "Brother Miao, I was obsessed with my ghost just now, and I still want Haihan to be offended, after drinking this bowl of tea, how about we expose this matter!"

Miao Yi, who was wiping the gun, stood up with the gun in his hand and looked at him quietly.

"I was wrong. Mo Shengtu said sincerely, and a bowl of tea in his hand was sent to Miao Yi again, asking him to accept it, and he really looked like a sincere apology.

Miao Yi didn't answer, looked at Zhang Shucheng, and asked, "I also had something wrong just now, is Brother Mo too polite, how can I afford it?"

Zhang Shucheng, who had a cup of tea in his hand, was immediately led over and acted as an intermediary: "No matter who is right or wrong, everyone drinks this bowl of tea, laughs and grudges, and never blames the past!"

"Since that's the case, then Miao Yi might as well be respectful!" Miao Yi reached out and took the tea in Mo Shengtu's hand, raised the bowl to the two and said, "Drink together!"

"Drink together!" the two smiled and nodded.

The three of them touched the tea bowl, looked at each other and smiled, put the tea to their mouths, and drank it when they looked up.

The Confucian scholar and the cook over there looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt, as if they were saying that he hadn't seen the hint just now?

Who knew that the mutation was instantaneous, which made the eyes of Confucius and the cook widen in an instant!

Burst!

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Shengtu and Zhang Shucheng were blocking their faces with tea bowls, the silver spear in Miao Yi's hand flashed and disappeared, and it was inserted into Mo Shengtu's heart with lightning speed.

Before Mo Shengtu could let out a scream, the bloody spear head exposed behind him angrily swept Zhang Shucheng beside him.

Zhang Shucheng, who sensed that something was wrong, flashed quickly, but it was already a little late.

An arm detached from his body in an instant and flew away, and the bloody spear head swept under his armpit.

Fortunately, he was the second to be poisoned, so he had some time to react, otherwise the whole person would have to be cut off by cutting his chest.