The villain female supporting role is reborn, all the plots are gone

Ning Zhier walked into the teahouse, and as her eyes wandered, she found a quiet corner seat. She sat down lightly, smiled slightly, and waved to the waiter for a cup of Qingming tea. The steam from the tea rose, and Ning Zhier gently picked up the cup and took a sip. Her movements were graceful and elegant, as if she had walked out of a painting.

In the past two months, Ning Zhier noticed that her dreams became clearer and clearer, and she gradually understood the secret of how she entered the world of immortal cultivation. And that key turning point happened in this teahouse - she had met the immortal master by chance here.

Although she couldn't determine the exact time, Ning Zhi'er knew that this was a rare opportunity, so she dressed up carefully every day. She chose unique and charming clothes and put on exquisite makeup, making sure that she would be eye-catching every time she appeared. Then, she would come here alone and quietly taste the fragrance of tea.

"As long as I can attract everyone's attention, the Immortal Master will definitely not miss it." This is what Ning Zhier was thinking. As expected, her efforts were not in vain, and now she has successfully attracted Zhao Heng's attention.

At this moment, Ning Zhier did not realize that she had successfully attracted the attention of the immortal master she had always dreamed of.

So, she continued to carry out every action in the established plan slowly and leisurely - sipping tea in a pretentious manner.

"May I ask, beautiful lady, if you would be so kind as to share a cup of tea with me?" A sudden question reached Ning Zhier's ears.

She raised her head suddenly, and her sight happened to meet that of a middle-aged man with a greasy face and a wretched appearance. The greasy uncle was holding a teacup, his eyes full of lust, staring at her straight.

Ning Zhier felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was being desecrated by this person's dirty gaze. Suppressing the disgust in her heart, she replied coldly: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's really not necessary."

Seeing that he was rejected, the greasy man's face darkened, and then he said shamelessly: "It's just a drink together, what's wrong with that?"

Ning Zhier felt like she was about to collapse, but she still tried to keep a straight face and responded coldly and firmly: "I hope you will respect yourself!"

However, when he saw that he had hit a wall again, a sinister look flashed in the greasy man's eyes, and he actually raised his hand to slap Ning Zhier hard on the cheek.

Just when the development was about to fall on Ning Zhier's face, Zhao Heng appeared at the critical moment.

The appearance of Zhao Heng was like a breeze passing through the dull air. His figure was graceful and he fell directly from the second floor, as if he had descended from the clouds.

He stood out in the teahouse in his blue shirt, and all eyes were instantly drawn to him.

The greasy man's raised hand froze in the air, and he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Zhao Heng's eyes were as sharp as torches. Just a glance from him made the middle-aged man feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

"Your Excellency's behavior is too rude." Zhao Heng's voice was calm and cold, echoing throughout the teahouse. The greasy man seemed to realize how ridiculous his behavior was. His face turned red and white, and finally he retreated in disgrace and disappeared into the crowd.

Ning Zhier widened her eyes and stared straight at Zhao Heng in front of her. Her heart seemed to be hit hard by something and an indescribable emotion surged up.

She had a strong intuition that the imposing man in front of her was the mysterious immortal master she had been searching for for a long time and dreaming about day and night!

"Thank you, sir, for helping me out!" Ning Zhier quickly stood up, a smile as bright as a spring flower blooming on her face, that smile revealed a bit of sincere gratitude.

Zhao Heng raised his lips slightly, waved his hand and said, "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Miss, don't take it to heart."

Ning Zhier knew that this alone was far from enough to confirm whether the other party was the immortal master she had always longed to meet. In order to find out, she decided to take the initiative and invite Zhao Heng.

"I wonder if you would be so kind as to have tea with me?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, which made people's hearts beat faster.

In fact, when Zhao Heng saw Ning Zhier for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling deep in his heart, but this feeling was so subtle and complex that he couldn't describe it clearly in words for a while, as if she was a panacea that would help him improve his cultivation.

Faced with her cordial invitation, Zhao Heng naturally would not refuse, and immediately responded generously: "It is my honor to drink fragrant tea with you!"

In this way, the two people with ulterior motives sat together and began to taste the fragrant tea. On the surface, they were chatting and laughing, but in fact, they were secretly observing each other...

"Young Master seems to have his own unique insights on tea drinking." Ning Zhier said.

Zhao Heng chuckled, a hint of intelligence flashed in his eyes. "The teahouse is a microcosm of the world. Every cup of tea contains a different story. I am waiting here, maybe I can see different scenery."

Ning Zhier's eyes moved slightly, as if she was touched by Zhao Heng's words.

"Sir, do you believe in the guidance of fate?" Ning Zhier asked tentatively.

"Destiny?" Zhao Heng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I believe in the arrangement of fate, but I also firmly believe that people's efforts can change their fate."

Ning Zhier was delighted, she felt that she was one step closer to the truth.

"Sir, do you think that our meeting is also the arrangement of fate?" Ning Zhier looked at Zhao Heng intently, waiting for his answer.

Zhao Heng raised his head and met Ning Zhier's eyes. His eyes were deep and fiery. "Maybe, who knows?"

Ning Zhier's heart beat faster. She felt a unique aura emanating from Zhao Heng, which fascinated her.

She felt that she was one step closer to her goal. So she pretended to ask Zhao Heng casually, "Sir, do you know anything about cultivating immortals?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Zhao Heng's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He smiled and said, "I know a thing or two."

Ning Zhier's heart moved, and she continued to ask: "I am quite interested in this, I wonder if you have any advice?"

Zhao Heng smiled, put down the teacup in his hand, and said slowly: "The path to immortality is to cultivate one's mind and comprehend the way of heaven."

Ning Zhier listened attentively. She felt that Zhao Heng’s words were full of philosophy. Perhaps he really was an immortal.

The two chatted very happily, and before they knew it, a long time had passed. Finally, Ning Zhier mustered up the courage to ask, "Sir, are you the immortal master I've been looking for?"

Zhao Heng was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why are you so sure, girl?"

Ning Zhier bit her lip and said, "Because I feel that you have a special temperament, and you know so much about cultivating immortals...so I dare to guess that you are not an ordinary person."