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Qi Yan replied, "I suddenly remembered something else."

other things?When he came out from the sect, a group of disciples walked together, and Zi Qiancheng asked him several times along the way what he wanted to buy this time, and whether it should be the same as in previous years.

Qi Yan always responded with "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to the point that although he seemed very careless, he seemed to agree.

Why did you suddenly change your mind as soon as this came out?

Qi Yan glanced at Fang Yun calmly, but after seeing Fang Yun smiled, he turned around and was about to leave.

Qi Yan immediately said: "Brothers, I'll go first. Brother Zi, see you in the next year."

After finishing speaking, he did not wait for the disciple next to him to reply, and walked away on his own.

Zi Qiancheng stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey..."

But Qi Yan walked away quickly without looking back.

Zi Qiancheng could only withdraw his hand awkwardly, wondering what happened so urgently and suddenly.

When Qi Yan Yujian passed over the heads of the mortals, he just saw Fang Yun squeezed out of the crowd of mortals in a low-key manner, and hadn't gone far.

Qi Yan didn't want others to see anything strange, so he just glanced at Fang Yun, didn't look down, and went forward without pausing, wanting to lead Fang Yun away from the vicinity of the Yunchen faction first.

Considering that Fang Yun didn't control the sword, he had already slowed down. The two ran one after the other for a long time, and neither of them lost the other in a tacit understanding.

After Qi Yan realized that he was far enough away from the sect and avoided the eyes and ears of fellow sects, he found a hidden place to land.

He turned around and stood there waiting for a while, only to see that Fang Yun had also walked over on foot.

"Brother Fang." Qi Yan nodded slightly when he saw him, and shouted, "Why did brother come here so early? I haven't had time to buy some gifts for brother."

Fang Yun wouldn't say that some people didn't stay well during the holidays and insisted on making trouble.

Then he replied with a smile: "I miss you a little, so I just want to see you soon."

miss me...

Qi Yan looked at him and paused for a moment, and after savoring it in his heart, he looked away and glanced at the oiled paper bag in his arms.

Noticing his gaze, Fang Yun unwrapped the oil-paper package and asked with a smile, "It's sauced meat. Do you want some?"

"Thank you, brother." Qi Yan nodded, and Fang Yun opened some more and handed it out.

With his fingertips, Qi Yan picked up a piece of sauced meat cut with a fine knife and put it into his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and praised: "The taste is very unique."

Those little demon cultivators have guarded the tavern for so many years, but their skills have not improved much, but their cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Fang Yun still had some confidence in his subordinates, so he directly stuffed the sauced meat to him: "Then I will give it all to you."

"Thank you brother." When Qi Yan took it, he noticed that there was no company name on the oil paper, but it seemed to be wrapped in a random bag, so he asked, "Did brother make it himself?"

"Er..." Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and scratched his head.Worried that he bought it from a shop, Qi Yan asked what kind of shop it was, and said, "I met a man carrying a shoulder pole by the side of the road, and I bought it from him. If you like it, I'll look for it again, and maybe I can find it again." .”

Qi Yan picked up another piece and ate it, then wrapped it back in oil paper and shook his head: "Don't bother Brother Fang, just taste it."

According to the usual practice in previous years, Qi Yan would go shopping nearby with his fellow disciples first, but now he didn't want to bring Fang Yun to run into his fellow disciples, so he avoided the bustling places and sneaked into a small town .

After looking around briefly, the two found the only small restaurant nearby.

After the two found an empty table in the corner and sat down, after ordering a few drinks and dishes in turn, it was considered a matter of what to eat for this meal.

Xiaoer served some side dishes attentively and put them on the table, Qi Yan was just about to reach for the chopsticks in the bamboo tube when Fang Yunge blocked him.

Qi Yan raised his eyes and saw Fang Yun smiling at him and raising his eyebrows.Qi Yan sighed almost imperceptibly, and called out helplessly: "Brother Fang..."

Fang Yun curled his lips and said, "If you want to get it, it depends on your ability."

Qi Yan knew that every year Brother Fang would use some strange methods to examine how much progress he had made this year, and it might be the same at this time.

Although he felt that it was a bit naive to do this at the dinner table, it was not good to refute Brother Fang's face, so he walked towards the chopstick holder again.

The two of them were on the dining table, seemingly light but in fact they fought extremely quickly and accurately. They fought each other dozens of moves quickly, but they didn't hurt the dishes on the table in the slightest.

After all, Qi Yan was still a bit weak, he didn't break through Fang Yun's defense line, and it seemed that he couldn't get the chopsticks.

However, Fang Yun had already tested it clearly, and put away his hand, leaned back, folded his arms and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and I have made great progress. The hand is a little faster."

Although this game is somewhat naive, it has to be said that such a close interaction really feels a lot closer to each other.

Qi Yan also smiled lightly, reaching out to take a pair of chopsticks: "Thank you brother for allowing me, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to be hungry."

Fang Yun tilted the legs of the chair and shook it back and forth: "Where is it?"

As soon as the words were finished, a waiter came over with a pot of tea and two teacups. When he arrived at the table, he put the cups in front of the two of them courteously, and said while pouring tea from the pot: "Guest Officer, please have some tea."

Qi Yan put away his smile, and simply replied: "Well, I'm sorry."

Xiaoer continued: "This is the best spiritual tea, something that only immortals can drink on weekdays. Please try it, both of you."

After Fang Yun shook the legs of the chair twice in silence, he looked up at Xiao Er and replied, "Thank you, I will try it."

Qi Yan only felt that he seemed to sneer when he spoke.

Qi Yan didn't ask immediately, but waited until the little girl poured tea and walked away, then asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, brother?"

Before Fang Yun came out, he had already touched the demon cultivators who were working here. At this time, the waiter who came over to pour tea just now felt a little familiar.

He also saw that his clothes didn't fit well, and the waiter who had clearly greeted them when he first entered the store suddenly disappeared.

Fang Yun sat down firmly and stopped shaking the chair legs. He shook his head to indicate that it was nothing serious, but when the other people were not looking at them, he quickly exchanged the teacups of the two.

Qi Yan knew that something had happened. Brother Fang had already found out, but it was inconvenient to say it immediately, so he didn't ask any more questions.

But Fang Yun raised the teacup and seemed to drink it in one gulp, but his throat didn't slip.

Qi Yan vaguely saw that the tea in the cup seemed to gather in his palm.

Fang Yun put down his teacup, touched the corner of his lower lip with his cuff expressionlessly, then stood up and walked towards the counter of the small restaurant.

At this time, the Xiao Er who poured tea for them was resting behind, and there was still a pot of tea and a few empty cups on the table.

Fang Yun met his gaze and walked to the stage, and slapped the lid of the teapot with one hand. With a shock, he slapped the liquid accumulated in his palm into the pot along the hole in the lid.

He picked up the teapot with the other hand, poured some tea into an empty teacup, and smiled at the little girl, but with some malicious meaning inexplicably: "Shopkeeper, I saw that your face is flushed, and you seem to be suffering from heat stroke. It's a sign, drink more water."

The mistress behind the stage was a little taken aback by this rhetoric. How could someone say such a thing in the middle of winter?

He shrank back: "The guest officer was joking. The little one just thinks that the clothes are not warm enough in winter. How could he get heatstroke?"

Fang Yun said with a smile: "The store doesn't know. This winter is because it feels cold outside and wants to wear more. Therefore, when you return to this warm place, you don't rush to take off your coat, so you are prone to heat stroke. Drink some tea. Bar."

Shop waiter: "Thank you for your concern, but the little one is really not thirsty."

With a flick of Fang Yun's fingertips, the teacup slid steadily on the countertop to the waiter in front of the waiter, with extremely precise control of strength, obviously not a good stubble.

He said, "Drink."

The atmosphere in the store froze for a moment.

But none of the people next to Fang Yun's previous tricks had seen it, so the Xiaoer felt that it would be okay to drink it, so he forced a smile and said, "Thank you, sir."

Fang Yun watched the waiter in the shop drink up all the tea, nodded his head and said "yes", strolled across to Qi Yan and sat down again.

When Qi Yan saw Fang Yun came back, he covered the teacup to his lips, pretending to be drinking tea, but his beautiful peach eyes sneaked a slanting glance at the waiter, with a look full of bad ideas, inevitably a little suspicious.

After a while, the food and wine ordered by the two were delivered one by one. Fang Yun seemed to have just recovered, moved his chopsticks first, and served some dishes for the other party.

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, Qi Yan ate along with the pickled vegetables.

A quarter of an hour later, I saw the clerk behind the counter with a pale face and blue lips, curled up there and trembling. A moment later, he suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then he couldn't restrain himself, as if he saw something huge. Funny thing.

Accompanied by the laughter, a wave of devilish energy exploded in his body, making his eyes bloodshot, as if he had gone mad.

There are not a few fairy gates nearby, whether they are passing by or entering the store, many of them are disciples of the immortal gate, and they all touched their weapons.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yun curled his lips and asked suddenly, "Have you finished eating?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan put down his chopsticks, looked up and said, "It's ready."

Fang Yun patted Qi Yan: "Then let's go."

The waiter in the shop was already crazy at this time, and smashed the counter with all his strength.

Qi Yan glanced at it, but felt that Fang Yun should be measured, so he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, got up and followed Fang Yun out of the small restaurant.

After Fang Yun walked on the road for a while, he said, "I just saw him pour medicine into your teacup."

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