Cultivate the ruthless way for him

The small inn was divided into two distinct areas.

On the left are the Mingfeng sect led by Jiang Sun, Liu Cheng, disciples of the Jiang family, and other disciples of the fairy clan who stayed in the beginning, as well as some tourists.On the right is Chang Yuan and his party.

The boss took two waiters and quickly cleaned up the tables, chairs and benches, and put on the table the remaining jar of wine and two plates of fried peanuts.Even after being sleepy for seven days, the inn will run out of ammunition and food.

Both Jiang and Liu's robes were scratched by the half-demon, and their hair crowns were lost somewhere. They were as embarrassed as they were, and they no longer had the arrogance they had before.

The other immortal disciples also bowed their heads and held their breath, not daring to breathe.

Who would have thought that in this humble inn in the suburbs, they would meet Zhang Yuan, the God of War who shook the Three Realms. Normally, they didn't even have the chance to pay their respects.

The area on the right is clean and spacious, only two tables are seated, but the atmosphere is very delicate.

Zhao Zhao sat at the same table with Si Nan, Lu Xinghe, and Xie Yiming, and Chang Yuan sat alone at the same table, with Liu Fuying kneeling in front of him, and Mo Yu standing next to him.

Although Liu Fuying came here with Mo Yu, her wrists and ankles were wearing the special shackles made by the Celestial Clan. Strictly speaking, they were chained by Mo Yu.

Liu Fuying knelt down pitifully on the ground, her eyes were red and filled with tears, her face was full of grievances.

He looked up at Zhang Yuan: "When Fuying was young, she was honored by Master for saving her life, and she has always admired Master in her heart. Since she was a child, her biggest wish is to enter Xuexiao Palace and serve under Master's seat, even if she fails to learn. Art, you can be a cow or a horse. How dare Fuying have the heart to murder Master, and ask Master to be the master for Fuying."

Mo Yu sneered and said, "Guzi will explain your matter to Master, and you don't have to perform here in front of so many people, and you don't feel ashamed."

Liu Fuying's eyes turned red, and she became more and more aggrieved: "Fuying knows that senior brother has always had a prejudice against Fuying, but there is no evidence and no evidence, just subjective speculation, senior brother will convict Fuying, and Fuying refuses to accept."

"Master, please make the decision for Fuying."

Liu Fuying kowtowed miserably.

Looking at the scene at the other table, Si Nan couldn't help worrying that Zhao Zhao would respond.

Turning his eyes, Zhao Zhao poured himself a glass of wine as if nothing had happened, and poured a large bowl for both Lu Xinghe and Xie Yiming. The tails of his eyes were lightly raised, and the small peach mole at the end was shining brightly. He was smiling, like He didn't hear what the next table was saying at all, and he was slightly relieved while wondering.

100 years have passed, and the young brother's mind is indeed much tougher.

Zhao Zhao said: "Brother is not in good health, so I won't pour you wine."

Turning to ask the boss: "Is there any tea?"

The boss felt his eyes flicker, and was caught by the young man's overly beautiful and delicate face. He froze for a moment, and replied with a bitter face: "There is no tea, but there is still some tea left."

"It's okay, then please send me some tea and hot water."

Zhao Zhao generously placed a golden spirit stone on the table.

A spirit stone of such fineness is hard to find in ordinary times.

The boss thankfully accepted it, went to the counter in person, took a little Yuqian Longjing from his private collection, and asked the waiter to boil water.

Zhaozhao said again: "You don't need to bother, just move the stove here."

The waiter did as he said, knowing that the distinguished guest wanted to make tea himself, he thoughtfully moved a seat by the stove.

Zhaozhao put down the wine bowl, rolled up his sleeves, knelt down on the table, smiled and said to Sinan, "I have nothing to do today, let me make a pot of spiced tea for my brother."

Xie Yiming asked strangely, "What is spiced tea?"

Zhaozhao picked up a few pieces of tea leaves with silver tongs, put them into the pot, and said, "It's tea with five secret spices added. This is my exclusive secret recipe. It's normal if you don't know."

Xie Yiming stared at Zhaozhao's movements more and more curiously.

"I want to drink such good tea, but I can't just make it cheap for Sinan."

Seeing the young man rolling up his sleeves and busying himself, Si Nan suddenly remembered those days in Qilin Palace.In the afternoon, he leaned on the couch and read a book in the gazebo by the water, while the other young boy, bathed in the shadow of the sunset, knelt and sat obediently on the side to make him various health-preserving teas. The tea is jumping up and down.

Occasionally, the boy would raise his head suddenly and make a face at him to make him happy.

At the time, it was only common.

Looking back now, there is only bitterness left.

That kind of time can never go back, and it is impossible to have it again.

And that little boy in the past should have received more love and affection.

Si Nan swallowed the bitterness in his throat, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a slight smile: "Brother, it's been a long time since I drank the tea you made. I was thinking about it for a while, but I didn't expect to drink it today."

"Today, I'll just let my brother drink his fill."

The young man's voice was like jade, light and sweet, echoing in every corner of the lobby, and echoing in Chang Yuan's ears.

Zhang Yuan's heart seemed to be scratched by something.

I can't help but think of the situation when the boy was in Shisizhou, like a little bee, bringing him breakfast and tea every day in the main hall.

And in accordance with a fixed ceremony, he rushed forward, hugged his waist tightly, and called Master.

Even after 100 years, Zhang Yuan could never forget that strange touch.

At that time, he often thought, how could there be such a clingy little thing in the world, not only clingy, but also weird, full of ghosts, different from any fairy disciple he had seen before.

"Master."

Liu Fuying called again with red eyes.

Zhang Yuan came back to his senses, Han Yu's eyes were heavy and depressed: "When you first started, this lord told you that when you enter my lord's sect, you must first not be greedy for evil, second, you must not harm your fellow disciples, and third, you must not abuse fairy arts. If you think about it carefully, I will give you a chance to rectify your mistakes, and if you don’t understand, then leave on your own.”

Liu Fuying suddenly changed color. "Master!"

"Go down."

"Yes... Fuying obeyed."

Liu Fuying's complexion turned pale for a while, her fingers clenched her sleeves tightly, and she said in a trembling voice.

Mo Yu asked the boss for a guest room, locked Liu Fuying in, gave him a piece of paper and a pen, asked him to face the wall and think about his mistakes, and write down all the crimes he had committed.

Before closing the door, Liu Fuying suddenly raised her head, and said in an evil voice: "Your Highness thinks that he is superior, but he can control my life, death, honor or disgrace at will. Could it be that Your Highness has not made any mistakes?"

Mo Yu frowned, then twitched the corners of her mouth.

"If Gu makes a mistake again, he won't behave like you."

Liu Fuying's teeth were trembling.

"I hope it is so, Your Highness."

Mo Yu ignored him, closed the door, and left by herself.

Inside the room, with red eyes, Liu Fuying punched the desk hard, knocking all the pens and papers to the ground.

**

The aroma of tea is already wafting in the lobby.

It is completely different from the quiet and elegant tea that I usually drink. In the tumbling tea pot, there is a very long and clear wine fragrance.

The first burst of wine aroma has not completely dissipated, and a strong tea aroma surges again.

The aroma of wine hides the aroma of tea.

The aroma of tea is wrapped in the aroma of wine.

The fusion of two completely different fragrances produces a completely different and ingenious fragrance.

On the other side of the lobby, everyone was trapped in the inn for seven days and seven nights. When they were hungry, they suddenly smelled the magical fragrance of tea and couldn't help but salivate, and the empty five internal organs house immediately became noisy.

Even the innkeeper couldn't help stretching his neck to look into the tea stove.

Zhao Zhao picked up the wooden spoon, first filled a bowl for Sinan, and then another bowl for Lu Xinghe and Xie Yiming.The boss rubbed his hands together and said, "Can you...but the younger ones can also try it? The younger one has been in the hotel for so many years and claims to be well-informed, but he has never seen such a miraculous tea soup."

Zhao Zhao said: "Of course, but I don't have much tea soup left, I'm afraid each of you can only share a little."

The boss hurriedly said: "As long as you can taste it, the little one will be satisfied. How dare you drink too much." He hurriedly ordered the waiter to bring three small wine cups over.

Zhaozhao gave them half a spoonful.

The green tea soup has no floating powder at all, and there is still a strong aroma of wine hidden in it, how can it not be amazing.

Si Nan had drank it before, and now he was sipping hot tea, mainly because he missed the old taste.

Xie Yiming, Lu Xinghe, and the boss's waiter were all surprised.Due to the siege of the half-devils, the entire inn was filled with a strong demonic energy, the air seemed to be filled with ice slag, and the chill penetrated to the bone.

After a sip of hot tea soup, don't mention how comfortable it is.

On the other side, there was already a fairy disciple who was about to move, wanting to ask Zhaozhao for tea, but was glared at by Jiang and Liu, Fang resisted it, swallowed his saliva, and did not move.

Holding a wooden spoon, Zhao Zhao rolled his cuffs up to his elbows, slowly stirring the teapot.

There is only half a pot of tea left.

At this time, a black teacup stretched out from the slanted thorns. The hand holding the cup had slender joints and skin as pale as jade.

Zhao Zhao said without raising his head, "My tea is very expensive."

Lu Xinghe and Xie Yiming immediately turned their heads consciously.

Zhang Yuan knelt down and raised his eyebrows: "Why can others drink for free? It becomes very expensive when you come to this gentleman?"

Zhaozhao hummed softly in his heart, raised his eyelashes, and said proudly: "Of course it's different. They are all my friends. You are not related to me, so why should I give you a drink for free?"

Zhang Yuan took out a golden spirit stone from his sleeve and put it by the furnace.

"Is it enough to ask for a bowl of young master's tea?"

Zhaozhao rests her chin and looks away.

"Is it great to be rich?"

"Drinking my tea is all about fate, and those who have no fate will not sell it for more money."

The boss and the waiter looked at this scene with a dazed look on their faces.

I thought to myself, didn't this young master and this immortal king come here with the sword together? Why do they seem to be completely strangers at the moment, and there is a high possibility of hatred.

The elder Xianjun looked stern, his whole body was chilled, he looked very powerful, he was very difficult to provoke, he was choked by the young man again and again, but he was not angry at all.

It's really weird.

Zhang Yuan asked: "Then what is fate?"

Zhao Zhao said: "What are you thinking, we are definitely not destined, if you really want to drink, just put down the tea bowl, if there is any leftover later, or if I am in a better mood, I will reward you with a bowl."

This is a beggar's tone.

The boss thought, no, Xianjun must be angry now.

Unexpectedly, Chang Yuan put down the teacup in a kind manner, and said in a low voice, "I am waiting."

Zhaozhao glanced at the black jade cup, it was of excellent color, with a celestial spirit, it looked extraordinary at first sight, it was probably from Xuexiao Palace.

Zhang Yuan got up, briefly understood the situation, then got up and walked out of the inn, performed a heart-clearing formula, surrounded all the half-demons in a circle of fire formed by lotus fire, and waited for them to wake up.

Mo Yu came down from upstairs, sat next to the tea stove, and talked to Zhao Zhao.

"A Yuan, do you know that in the past two days, your brother couldn't find any trace of you, and he was almost in a hurry."

Zhao Zhao gave him a white look: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Yeah, it has nothing to do with me."

"However, it's rare for me to see him worry like that. This time you really went too far. I guess he won't let you go lightly."

Zhao Zhao frowned.

I really don't like this person making noise in front of me.

At the same time, I feel a little uncomfortable, and my family members are worrying about me.Especially, strictly speaking, unfamiliar family members.

After a moment of silence, he said, "That has nothing to do with you."

Mo Yu deliberately elongated his tone, and sighed: "You really don't know a good heart. I just remind you kindly, I know your brother very well. Don't look at him with a good temper on the surface, but in fact he is very angry when he gets angry. It's scary. When the time comes, don't blame me for not vaccinating you in advance."

Zhao Zhao felt that this person was simply talking nonsense.

He and his elder brother are unfamiliar and polite now, how could his elder brother punish him.

Zhao Zhao suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Have you told brother that I'm here?"

"That's not it."

"I just told him that you are with the master and let him not worry."

Zhao Zhao was relieved.

There is still a knot in his heart that has not been resolved, and he doesn't want to go back to Donghai yet.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan walked in.

Except for Zhao Zhao, everyone stood up together.

Lu Xinghe asked respectfully: "Did your lord wake them up?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "They have been eroded too deeply by the demonic energy, they may be able to wake up, or they may never be able to wake up, I can only try."

The whereabouts of Mr. Nanshan and Mr. Bihua can only be inquired from the disciples of the [-] states who have been reduced to half-devils. In this situation, we can only wait.