Chapter 838: Toasting tea is bad

Chapter 838: Tea Is Hard To Drink
"Friends come from far away……"
Zhou Changmei said with a smile, and the latter half of the sentence was disconnected by Fang: "It's tangled."
Zhou Changmei was stuck behind the words, for a moment I didn't know what to say. Mu Xianjun, who was sitting next to him, kept his head down to suppress the inexplicable irritability and anger. He felt even more uncomfortable when he heard Fang Xie talking like this. It's just that he has been showing people in such a kind manner for many years, and it has become a habit. So when he looked up, he had a very friendly and gentle smile on his face.
"The grandfather is waiting here, so many things need not be tangled."
He clenched his fists: "My father heard about Grandpa or came to Dongjiang, but he still refused to believe it, so he and me uncle Zhou came to see it. If the grandpa really came here, my house should be entertained. Why? He didn't make a sudden appearance because he was afraid to disturb the grandfather's business, but he didn't expect that the news of the grandfather would get so fast, and the strength of the Black Flag Army really deserved its reputation. "
This sounds very polite. In fact, it is not yet to tell Fang Jie that no matter how strong the Black Flag Army is, it is here that East Xinjiang is not Southwest. You'd better be honest when you get here, don't make any mess.
"It was a private matter, so I didn't intend to disturb Mufu at first. I wanted to take a trip home with my son to meet my father while Southwest was calm. I was shocked by the father-in-law before getting off the boat. It was rude."
Fang Xie smiled: "Later, I will visit Ning Guogong at the house."
Zhou Meimei said: "In this case, we will have to talk to Mu Guogong when we go back. Mu House has always been hospitable. If Mu Guogong knows you are here, he will be very happy. He loves to make heroes, and you have long heard of Grandpa. Daming has always been admired, but has been separated by thousands of miles, and has never been able to meet each other. Since it has arrived in Dongjiang this time, Mufu naturally has to do the landlord's friendship. "
"Thanks in advance."
Fang relieved and stood up to pour tea for the two of them. Zhou Changmei also stood up and said, "Grandpa's identity is prominent. How can Lawton pour tea in person? I'll do it myself."
Fang Jie smiled: "I first arrived at the gazebo, I am the master, and two are the guests. How can the guests make tea by themselves?"
He raised the teapot to pour the tea for the perimeter eyebrows, and the perimeter eyebrows frowned slightly. He secretly used the inner strength to concentrate on one point. He wanted to seal the mouth of the teapot to prevent water from flowing out. Lost a face. Zhou Changmei has a high status in Penglai Zong. Although Xiu Xiu is far behind Su Yang, he is also a first-rate master in Zongmen. He is Su Yang's younger brother. Compared with Su Yang, his temper is much more urgent.
The strength of inner strength was in front of him, Zhou Changmei smiled politely, waiting for Fang to resolve his ugliness.
Mu Xianjun knows Zhou Changmei's method. He also knows what his uncle is like in Penglaizong for so many years. Penglaizong takes chivalry as its purpose, and his disciples do many good deeds. Therefore, fishermen along the coast call Penglaizong as Xianmen. In the eyes of fishermen, such a group of practitioners with great magical powers already exist as immortals, and they can naturally respect the righteousness.
But this is just superficial.
Although Penglai Island is not small, most of the island is taken up by a Penglai Mountain. The rest of the island cannot be cultivated. The climate at sea is changeable and there are often storms. Even if some food and vegetables are planted, it will not survive. So for so many years, most of the life needs of Penglaizong were purchased from fishermen on land.
The previous few teachers taught were unwilling temperament. It doesn't matter whether they eat well or not. Besides, the higher the practice, the lower the demand for food. At that time, there were not many disciples under the door, and even if there was no entry, at least he could barely maintain his life. Several previous Peng Lai Zong teachers pursued quietness and nature, and had a hard time, but most enjoyed this pure spiritual life.
After Su Yang was in charge of teaching, he planned to carry forward Penglaizong, but without silver, it became the biggest obstacle. Even if Xiu could attract a large number of people to learn art, what can these people eat and drink?
Although Su Yang intentionally made friends, Mu Guangling also gave a large sum of money after sending Mu Xianjun to Penglai Zong, but this was not enough for a palmist who wanted to carry forward Penglai Zong.
It was Zhou Changmei who came to solve this problem for Zongmen.
Mu Xianjun is very clear about the character of this uncle. The four words of ruthlessness can never be completely described. In the daytime, he was an immortal who killed the people. On the vast sea, he didn't know how many fishing boats were rescued by the perimeter with eyebrows. The fishermen bowed their heads to worship as if they were gods. In the evening, he instructed his disciples to sneak into the land, rob the caravan, and the rich gentry. It is unclear how many human debts were created in his hands.
Even with so many murders outside Muping in the south, many of them could not be separated from him.
Mu Pingquan is a merchant who comes to buy goods. He has a lot of money, and he can get a lot of wealth by killing a caravan. Another advantage of choosing a wealthy merchant is that there will be no major worries. In the world of the Central Plains, although the merchants are rich, they are inferior to the average farmers. Even if you are rich, what is there to worry about without status?
So when he noticed the inner flow of Tao, Mu Xianjun knew that the uncle was about to stand up. Although his father Mu Guangling repeatedly asked not to rush the other side to release, but to reach the necessary strength in Dongjiang, it is still necessary to show, if it is looked down on his own site, it is too shameful.
Moreover, Zhou Changmei felt Mu Xianjun's hostility to the solution.
For Penglaizong to develop, it is impossible to leave Mu's support. Mu Xianjun's secret plan to return to Mu House this time prompted Mu Guangling to start a troop. If Su Yang is still a little entangled in his heart, then Zhou Changmei has been deeply trapped from the beginning and can never come out again.
Wealthy, wealth, status
When these words started to fill up a man's mind, most of the person was crazy. Especially when the first half of the life had to be indifferent to the sectarian commandments, he finally tasted the taste of power in the second half of his life, then this taste would make him addicted and poisoned.
Therefore, Zhou Changmei knew very well that his future destiny had long been inseparable from Mufu. In order to have a good future, we must work for Mufu. Mu Xianjun is at the helm of the future Mu House. If Mu House finally starts to conquer the world, Mu Xian Jun is the Prince. After Mu Guangling died, Mu Xianjun was the emperor.
Since Zhou Changmei felt Mu Xianjun's hostility to the solution, he naturally shot for him.
And Mu Xianjun, just wait and see the joke.
...
… Zhou Gong's eyebrows were squinting at the spout, looking forward to seeing the expression of Fang Xie from Fang Jie's face next second.
The hot tea flowed out from the mouth of the pot smoothly, and the tea fragrance was released with the hot air, which made people feel refreshed. I have to say that this is definitely a rare treasure in tea. A well-known person like Mu Xianjun knows the way of tea better, so I can tell immediately that if this tea is sold during the Qingping prosperity ... Hundred gold.
"please"
Fang Jie smiled and made a please gesture to signal that the perimeter eyebrow could drink. Full of tea and half, this is the hospitality.
Zhou Changmei's heart tightened a little, and Fang Xie's understatement resolved his embarrassment, which shows that the repair of Fang Xie is also very good. He glanced at Mu Xianjun, and then with a smile on his mouth, "Thank you Grandpa for giving tea."
He held up the cup to thank him.
Just think about it.
Because he couldn't lift the cup off the stone table at all, and he couldn't do anything with his cultivation! The cup seemed to be cast into the stone table, without moving. If he used it again, the cup would be broken, and even breaking the stone table would not be a problem for Zhou Changmei, but in this way, the scene was completely lost.
"how?"
Fang Xie glanced at Zhou Changmei: "What's the name of this? Do you think I don't have enough tea?"
Zhou Changmei's face was a little red, and the hand holding the tea cup was not released or not: "Caomin Zhou Changmei is a servant of the little grandpa ..."
"Oh"
Fang Xie said, "It's because I messed up the primary and secondary. I should respect the little grandfather first. Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you to pass this cup of tea to the little grandfather."
Zhou Changmei's hands were already full of bruises. He knew very well that if he added a little more strength, the cup would be broken. But this tea cup can't be brought up, this noodle can never be returned.
"I'll do it myself."
Seeing Zhou Changmei's distress, Mu Xianjun smiled and held out his hand: "My uncle knows me best and knows that I don't like hot tea. I always like to drink warm tea, so he wants to put it on again and again. Pass it to me. However, today this tea was given by Zhen Guogong, how can I not drink it? "
The perimeter eyebrow blushed and let go of his hand, and he immediately carried his back behind him.
Mu Xianjun stretched out his hand, and when he touched the tea cup, Fang Xie suddenly smiled: "If you are not thirsty, put it first."
He picked up the second cup and put it in front of Zhou Changmei: "Come, I admire you. I saw you today, but I was very impressed. I am a friend regardless of status, so I also want to respect you."
Seeing that he poured tea again, Zhou Changmei's face changed immediately, and he subconsciously reached out and waved his hand: "The grandfather has a distinguished identity, and the grassroots can't afford it."
At this time, Mu Xianjun's face suddenly changed!
Then he saw that the palms of Zhou Changmei's palms were red and red, especially the belly of the five fingers had no flesh and blood. The burnt blackness in the palm of his hand also exuded a smell of burnt meat.
He had stretched out his hand for the teacup, and stopped a bit awkwardly in the air.
"Don't drink?"
Fang Jie shook his head: "It's a pity this cup of tea."
"The troubled little grandfather told Ning Guogong after returning that he would definitely come to visit after I was busy with the housework. There are still some things to deal with today, so I won't accompany the two.
He stretched out his hand, and the Shen Fan sitting behind him slowly got up, put his hand in the heart of Jiefang, and the two turned away.
In the eyes of pedestrians in the past, the man was dressed in a black shirt, and the woman's color was as beautiful as a fairy. He was a perfect match.
In Mu Xianjun's eyes, the backs of those two people were so dazzling.
"Sorry……"
Zhou Changmei didn't dare to look up with shame, and looked at his almost dead hand, panicking: "I didn't expect this man to be so strong that this cup was blended by his inner strength and the stone table, as if they were burned together. Similarly, if you pick up the cup, I'm afraid that even the stone table will break together. "
Mu Xianjun's complexion kept changing, and the hatred in his eyes grew stronger.
"go!"
He grunted coldly and turned to go outside. After walking a few steps, I found that Zhou Changmei didn't keep up. I looked back and saw the pain of Zhou Changmei's face.
"Leave ... can't ..."
Zhou Chang's eyebrow moaned in pain, and her body was shaking. Mu Xianjun's face changed greatly, and he was surprised to find that the feet of Zhou Changmei didn't know when the boots had been burned out, and the feet became black as if they were sunken into the ground. How much flesh comes off. Mu Xianjun instantly understood that Fang Jie must use the inner strength to melt the ground under the perimeter eyebrow, and in order not to lose his face, the perimeter eyebrow actually endured!
He didn't know the high temperature needed to melt the blue bricks ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but he knew that Fang Xie's hand must be extremely mysterious. The blue bricks melted very quickly, so all of Zhou's eyebrows' boots were burned, and Fang Jie quickly cooled down the blue bricks before abandoning his feet.
"Little grandfather ... are you ... okay."
Zhou Changmei pointed Mu Mujun and asked.
Mu Xianjun was surprised, thinking that you were already injured like this, but asked me if I was okay? One hand was almost scrapped, and two feet were scrapped. If others were willing, the perimeter eyebrow had already died once!
But he suddenly felt something wrong, and looked down subconsciously.
There was a very small hole in his heart's clothes, like rice grains.
Mu Xianjun hurriedly looked around, his coat and underwear were penetrated, but there was no scar on his heart.
For a moment his face became extremely pale, and he sat down on the ground suddenly. After a while, he looked at Fang Jie and the direction of the stunning woman leaving, and the hatred in his eyes faded, because there was a little more fear in it.