Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

A quarter of an hour later.

Holding a cup of tea smoke, Zhimingke sighed: "Good mountains go with good tea. Tea grown in the clouds on the top of the mountain is not contaminated by dirty smells and can be said to be top quality."

He shook his head and began to recite poetry again.

"At night, there are only cypress leaves in a few cups, and in the morning, there is only cloud flowers in a vessel."

"Among the clouds, the mist and rain are the best. They grow in the mist on the snowy peaks. Only when the sun is at its highest, the snow and ice melt and the mist turns into clouds. It takes a hundred years of nourishment to -"

He was pretending to be cultured and looking very leisurely when he raised his eyes.

"How come you've already had your third cup!" Zhimingke shouted in anger and grief.

"Who wants to listen to you quibbling over empty words? Drink first." The burly man in sackcloth clothes said as he drank the third cup like a cow chewing a peony.

"Oh!"

With a surge of spiritual power, Mr. Huojia made a small breakthrough.

The fat monk put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name: "It seems that this is the opportunity for this poor monk's trip."

"In what? In a cup of tea?" The Taoist Han Hui didn't believe it.

"Really, my bottleneck... has also loosened." Master Su Shang hesitated and said slowly.

The cold gray Taoist: "..."

"Hey, Gray Mouse, why don't you drink?" asked the big man in sackcloth clothes.

Taoist Han Hui: "I have had some problems with my practice recently, so it is not suitable for me to take nourishing products with strong spiritual power."

The burly man in sackcloth patted his shoulder and said, "I see. It's a pity that you can't drink it."

Frosty Gray Taoist: "...Can I take some back?"

The burly man in sackcloth clothes laughed: "Do you think that this little tea from Lao Baicao is enough for the few of us to make? Don't even think about it, hahaha."

He withdrew his hand, and just now he only felt a slight cracking sound when his palm hit the Hanhui Taoist's shoulder, like a bone breaking.

It must be my illusion. How could the gray mouse have its bones broken by just one slap from him? Hahaha.

Zhimingke was drinking from his teacup, and suddenly he remembered something and said, "Old Baicao, where are your old tea sets? Take them all out and use them."

"That's right. Aren't all those top-grade tea sets used for drinking tea? If we don't use them now, when will we use them?"

"I want to use the white jade one!"

The old man in green robe instantly became nervous, a big drop of sweat slid down his forehead, and he quickly pushed the tea set on the table over: "Use this set, use this set."

"Well, different tea sets make different kinds of tea. Why not use them all? Why be so stingy?"

The old man in green robe scolded: "I would be so sad if you hurt me, no way, this is impossible."

Zhimingke: "Tsk tsk, stingy."

Seeing that Master Baicao insisted, they did not force him.

The old man in green robe finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they stopped making trouble.

It would be disastrous if that evildoer knew about this. He might even overturn the Baicao Garden.

So that day.

Qi Wu Yue raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to a tea contest?"

The old man in green robe: "How do you know? Never mind. It has nothing to do with you. I still have to go see my precious mushroom bird and say goodbye to it."

"Old man, have some tea." Qi Wu Yue casually handed over a cup of tea.

The old man in green robe took the tea in his hand, wiped off the tea foam, looked up at Qi Wu Yue, and snorted: "It's rare, it's rare, you are willing to serve tea to this old man."

"Could it be that you, this evil, have something to ask of me? Or are you still thinking about my immortal spiritual plant?"

The old man in green robe felt uneasy, and always felt that this disaster was like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken.

He must have bad intentions!

"I'm telling you it's impossible. Don't even think about taking a spiritual plant or a blade of grass from me again."

Qi Wu Yue glanced at him lazily: "So alert? Don't get excited. Aren't you thirsty after talking so much?"

The old man in green robe sneered: "He really has a long criminal record, so we have to be on guard." After saying that, he took a sip from the teacup in his hand.

one two three.

Three seconds later, Qi Wu Yue, who was covering his ears, heard the old man's explosive scream as expected.

“Ah ...

"This smell! This fragrance! I have smelled it before."

Qi Wu Yue: ...I have heard of your criticism...it is difficult for you.

"Tell me quickly if this is the legendary cloud, mist and rain!"

Qi Wu Yue glanced at him and said, "Can't you tell?"

The green-robed old man looked excited and his face flushed: "Nonsense, I haven't drunk it!"

Master Baicao's excited voice was so loud that even Xiao Lin, who was refining the elixir, was attracted by him.

Xiao Lin asked: "What happened?"

Qi Wu Yue pointed at the old man in green robe and said succinctly: "He drank a cup of tea and was a little emotional."

The old man in green robe: "What kind of tea is this? This is Clouds, Mist and Rain. It is the best tea in the world. It is the lifelong dream of many people. It is something you can only encounter but not seek. It makes your heart beat fast."

That weird expression on his face, as if he was treating his first love...it's really hard to describe.

Qi Wu Yue: "...It's your dream, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Where did you get such good tea, you troublemaker? Come over here quickly." The old man in green robe held the teacup tightly in both hands, looking like a dramatic actor.

Qi Wu Yue said nonchalantly: "What's the big deal? There's already a lot of tea in Southern Xinjiang, so why make a fuss?"

"Why am I making such a fuss?"

"Clouds, Mist and Rain is such a precious item, I'm afraid it is only in the hands of the King of Southern Frontier. Even if you are a saint from a certain lineage, you can't take it out casually."

"Hmph, don't even think about hiding it from me!" The old man in green robe retorted loudly with a firm look in his eyes.

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

You know quite a lot.

The green-robed old man looked at you and asked, "Who are you and what is your relationship with the Southern Emperor?"

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

Qi Wu Yue raised his eyebrows slightly: "You... really want to know?"

The old man in green robe hesitated.

What does this mean? Is it some secret that I cannot know?

Before he could finish his thought, Qi Wu Yue twirled the silver bell on his wrist with his fingertips and said nonchalantly, "Oh, he is my father."

He is my dad.

It's my dad.

My dad.

father.

The old man in green robe was stunned. What the hell is this? Is this evil thing born by the Southern Emperor?

Xiao Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

Not only him, even the little butterfly in Qi Wu Yue's sleeve was stunned. This skill that he came up with so easily was truly amazing.

"You are the daughter of the Southern Emperor? How is that possible? I have never heard that he has any son or daughter." The old man in green robe reacted quickly and asked rationally.

Qi Wu Yue pinched a silver bell and said nonchalantly, "Illegitimate child, illegitimate child, without a name or status."

The old man in green robes almost bulged his eyes into copper bells and shouted: "You are still a bastard!"

Xiao Lin casually set up a soundproof barrier and frowned, "Master, be careful, the walls have ears."

If it is such a secret, we must be careful that it may be exploited by someone with ulterior motives, or even kidnapped and threatened in southern Xinjiang.

The old man in green robe immediately covered his mouth with his hands: "I will speak softly."

Qi Wu Yue adheres to the concept that when you go out, your identity is given by yourself, and pointed to his eyes and said: "Look at my eyes, aren't they convincing enough?"

The watery light is moist and the silver eyes are as bright as glass.

The old man in green robe seemed to be deep in thought, his silver eyes were indeed very iconic.

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, with snowy hair and silver eyes.

It's only natural that this scourge inherited the characteristics of Silver Eyes.

The old man in green robe believed it halfway and stroked his chin, thinking: This melon is quite delicious.

Qi Wu Yue glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, pressed his mouth, and continued to deceive: "Look, his name is Nangong Yue, and my name is Qi Wu Yue, what does this mean?"

It means you are talking nonsense.

Qi Wu Yue clapped his hands suddenly and said, "It means my mother was deeply heartbroken by him. Wu Yue Wu Yue, I only regret that I will never have this person again in this life."

The old man in green robe suddenly realized: "It's true."

Xiao Lin: “…”

He knew that Zhao Zhao loved to talk nonsense, but for some reason he felt that what he said made sense and was believable.

"Great! That's very well said. Wow~ It turns out that my dad has such an epic and tortuous life story."

The little butterfly popped its head out from the sleeve, shedding non-existent crocodile tears.

Ever since the little butterfly ate the fifth-grade spiritual plant purple wisteria fruit from the green-robed old man's medicine garden, it has been able to speak in human language and no longer needs to transmit sound.

The old man in green robe was startled: "Hah! What is this?"

Qi Wu Yue lifted his sleeves, glanced at Xiao Lin, and smiled at the green-robed old man: "Your disciple, meet him?"

The green-robed old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested. He said actively: "Let me take a look."

He held the little butterfly in his hand, brought the flute close to his face, and compared it with others for a long time.

"The eyes don't look like eyes, the nose doesn't look like a nose, and the mouth doesn't look like a mouth, but she really looks like a human. Sure enough, this is my granddaughter!" The old man in green robe made the final conclusion.

Xiao Lin: “…”

The old man in green robe had a kind face and said in a gentle voice, "My dear granddaughter?"

Qi Ertian immediately said in a sweet voice: "Grandpa!"