Reversed

, resoundingly.

"The mountains and rivers are the employment, and the community is the gift. How about using this "Mountains, Rivers and Community Map" as a dowry?"

"Shan He She Ji Tu" is one of the important treasures of the Tang royal family, and was later stolen by Xiao Sha, the blood-eyed dragon king. Later, Lu Weilou, the leader of the Ming religion, snatched half of it when he killed Xiao Sha, and he took the other half to the Nanzhao Imperial Palace. After his death, he fell into the hands of his apprentice Wei Ruosi.

Not to mention the complete "Shanhe Sheji Tu", even if it is only half of it, it is full of sincerity.

Maomao was full of confidence and waited for Xie Yuan to let go. Xie Yuan's heart ached from such a fiery direct gaze, he moved his lips, but was unable to say a word for a long time.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Zhiyuan and Ying had already confirmed the authenticity of "The Map of Mountains, Rivers, and Lands", and then the old Wang said "hehe" when he got down, and instantly exploded Xie Yuan's hatred value.

It's a pity that the timing is not right now. Xie Yuan, who still has a big picture, silently wrote another note to Old Wang. The point now is that he was firmly opposed just now, and it would appear too weak to change his words now.

Damn, the slap in the face hurts so much.

Xie Yuan missed his military advisor who had returned to Changge Gate very much. With the military advisor around, how could he be so passive.

After working hard for a long time, Xie Yuan still couldn't say a word of agreement. Xie Yuan nodded slowly with a stiff, constipated face, replacing words with practical actions.

After getting permission, Mao Mao smiled brightly, stepped back and stood side by side with Mu Yu.

After receiving the instructions, Mo Rongrong and Ruan Mei took out two cups of tea from the big food box Mo Sha was carrying and handed them to their young master respectively, saying loudly.

"Bring the elders some tea!"

Maomao and Mu Yu brought tea and lifted their scarlet robes, and knelt down in front of Wang Yifeng and Xie Yuan respectively.

Xie Yuan still took the teacup offered by Mu Yu with a tangled face, and drank it neatly. Wang Yifeng took the tea and took a sip, and then bullied his little apprentice with a smile.

"The water is cold, the taste is bland, and it's third-rate."

Maomao twitched the corners of her mouth, this was tea that had been prepared long ago with internal heat, it couldn't compare to freshly brewed tea.

However, he was relieved to be picked on. The Valley of the Wicked seems to be very quiet today. He is ready to be made things difficult, especially by the lawless witch duo.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ding Ding, who was playing with nails and Miligul, and Ding Ding, who was playing with the tea lid.

Come on, I can't think about it anymore, the big deal is that the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it with the land.

Thinking of this, Maomao tidied up her little mood, and responded with a bit of coquettishness.

"Now that this matter is over, the apprentice should offer top-notch tips."

Satisfied, Wang put down his teacup, the first hurdle was finally passed, and the next step was to exchange elders.

Mu Yu flicked up her robe, and knelt down in front of Wang Yifeng, holding a teacup as she should.

Not only those in Evilman's Valley were taken aback, but the Haoqi League was also choked up. I believe that anyone who has seen Mu Yu and knows a thing or two about him will know his arrogance and rebelliousness, and he will be willing to kneel down and worship him. Courtesy is rare, at least Xie Yuan has never received such treatment.

Xie Yuan's eyes were red, the resentment of being snatched away as his personal disciple and nephew became more and more serious, he gritted his teeth, and stared at his mortal enemy.

With this stare, he saw something even more frightening.

Wang Yifeng took the tea calmly and drank it, then took off the snow-phoenix ice flute that he never left, which could be said to be his status symbol, and handed it to Mu Yu as a return gift, and Mu Yu took it as a matter of course.

The Evilman Valley is not calm anymore, Miligul choked her trachea with a sip of tea, Tao Hanting had a strange expression, Yan propped his chin and played with his loose curly hair playfully, Ding Ding liked to see this face control.

As the valley owner's token, the Xuefeng Bing Wang flute was given to the young leader of the opposite family, the valley owner, you really know how to play, kneel down!

"Wang Yifeng, what do you mean!"

Of course, Xie Yuan also understood the meaning it represented, so he yelled at Lao Wang at the top of his voice.

Nima, who can bear this blatant poaching!

Wang Yifeng was gentle and elegant, and explained in a personable manner, "Wang has no possessions. He is very happy today, so he can only send this thing to express his heart."

What do you mean talking nonsense with your eyes open, that's it.

Xie Yuan was breathing thickly from his nostrils like a bullfighting bull, and his neck was so thick with jealousy that his blood vessels were almost bursting.

At this critical moment, when the melee was about to start, Maomao acted as the savior again.

Mao Mao, who also knelt in front of Xie Yuan to serve tea but was ignored, sighed and said loudly word by word.

"Uncle, please! Drink! Tea!"

Drink your sister's drink!

Xie Yuan, who instantly found the point of venting his anger, stretched out his hand and blew the cup of tea away, Mu Yu's face darkened.

With a bang, the teacup shattered into pieces, looking miserable.

The whole room fell silent, and even time seemed to stop. Everyone was staring at the two people who were sitting and kneeling.

Xie Yuan was still angry and sat on the chair panting, but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but Mao Mao didn't care, moved his wrist that was a little stiff from toasting for a long time, and took the initiative to pass a step.

"Don't uncle like this cup of tea? It's okay, I have prepared other things."

Mo Rongrong brought Mo Sha forward, and lifted the lid of the giant food box in front of everyone, and everyone was speechless immediately.

The food box is full of teacups, if Xie Yuan continues to lift the cup, he can lift it seven or eight times, this is really well prepared.

Maomao took the new teacup and served tea again, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, which is so rare.

Zhang Zhiyuan nodded appreciatively, Lin Keren's dark eyes flashed a subtle smile, Chen Yue bit her lip and dared not look away.

Xie Yuan was a bit stuck, that cup of tea was like a hot potato, whether he would take it or not was a problem.

Seeing Xie Yuan's stalemate again, Mu Yu's footsteps were immediately noticed by Maomao.

He shook his head, and gave Mu Yu a warning look. The stubbornness that came out of his bones successfully stopped Mu Yu's movements.

Mao Mao was calm, with the same smile, and the hand holding the teacup remained motionless.

"Uncle, please drink tea."

By coincidence, Xie Yuan took the cup of tea, and his anger was gradually infected by the young man's peace, and disappeared without a trace.

With inexplicable and complicated feelings surging in his heart, Xie Yuan drank the cup of tea in one gulp, and continued to hold his little heart in trouble, his voice was weak.

"Don't call me uncle..."

"Okay, Uncle Xie." Maomao smiled happily, and his voice was several times cheerful, "Is there any red envelope?"

This question made Xie Yuan stiff again. Compared with Wang Yifeng's modest words, he is the real senior. Moreover, he is a rough man, and he has not participated in a few wedding banquets. As for the custom of elders returning gifts to newcomers totally no idea.

In addition, his virtuous wife Zhai Jizhen was not there, and Zhang Xieyuan forgot to remind him, so Xie Yuan was dumbfounded.

Maomao, who has a perfect score in observing facial expressions, understands in seconds. Just about to pass another step to prevent his uncle from getting off the stage, Lin Keren suddenly threw over a piece of milky white, transparent jade.

"This is a thank you gift from my master."

This was a surprise, Maomao played with it for a while, and immediately got up to thank him.

"Sister Keren, thank Uncle Yang for me."

Lin Keren nodded, lowering her eyes to hide the flash of surprise in her eyes.

Her master is Tuoba Sinan who is known as the sword master, but that is not the master's real name, in fact few people know that his master's surname is Yang.

It can be said with certainty that it is absolutely impossible for Mo Xuanying to know about this, so...

Recalling the words she asked her master to verify her realm after she retreated, and recalling Chen Yue's mention of Mo Xuanying's marksmanship in the Candle Dragon Palace and the words praised by Palace Master Li Chengen, a vague thought flashed through her mind. Let her not catch.

That's all, when Yue Nonghen comes back from the Beggars' Clan, let's analyze it together. With her delicate mind, she will definitely be able to see what's wrong.

After thinking about it, Lin Keren finally regained consciousness, and immediately heard Mu Yu's provocative words.

"Maomao, this jade is not a high-quality item, just throw it away. If you like it, I'll find a better one."

Lin Ke's long sword was out of its sheath, his face was cold and evil.

"Fight!" This kid dared to despise her master's stuff.

"But it's disrespectful."

Mu Yu sneered as he adjusted his gloves, such close-fitting items, Mao Mao could only wear what he gave him.

Maomao turned her head silently, not knowing what to say.

#On one hundred reasons why Xiaoyu is jealous. #

He's used to it, well, very used to it.

44

There is a saying in the world that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall.

Mu Yu and Lin Keren still failed to fight, this time it was Mo Rongrong who had the courage to challenge Mu Yu's authority.

Maomao is not worried at all, anyway, even if Keren and Mu Yu fight, it will be a tie at most, and it will be impossible to tell the winner for a while.

However, he doesn't mind wasting time, but others do. Mo Rongrong, who is not tall and looks weak, is smiling, and her words are very thorny.

"Master Mu, does it matter if the auspicious time is almost over?"

Maomao really wanted to raise his hand to say that he didn't mind at all, anyway, today is to meet the elders, and then announce that they are together, and he doesn't care about anything else.

But before she could say anything, Mo Rongrong glared over as if she had an insight into the opportunity, and then the fluffy hair of a good man who would not fight a woman withered in an instant.

Mu Yu stared blankly at Mo Rongrong who was standing in front of him, but smiled.

"I won't miss the auspicious time." After speaking, he glanced at Lin Keren who was stopped by Ruan Mei, "Remember it for now."

Lin Keren chuckled, sheathed his long sword, "I'll wait."

Maomao sighed helplessly, even though she had expected that today would be full of ups and downs, she was still tired of the picture of bright tide and dark tide.

The Evilman's Valley is still unbelievably quiet, and the smell of the storm is coming, but the Haoqi League's side is because of repeated repeated attacks.