Chapter 174 Disciple Tea Meeting Ceremony

"Ha ha, come here!" After a smile, the head of Hefeng waved to Zhao Xuan and asked him to come and sit down.

Zhao Xuan was very nervous. He tiptoed over and sat down on a chair next to Xiafei. He didn't dare to raise his head for a long time and didn't say a word, like a shy big girl. You know, sitting in front of him now is the most beautiful figure of the famous school in the world, the top master. He is a small mountain village boy. The first time he sees so many seniors, the tension in his heart is certain.

"Why don't you meet your two masters quickly?" The head of Hefeng looked at Zhao Xuan and said with a smile.

Zhao Xuan slowly raised his head, "Huh? Did the leader talk to me?"

"Then who else do you think I can be a teacher in this room besides you?" He Feng Zhenren smiled and said, and a touch of light appeared in his eyes. Although this boy is a little slow to write, after all, it is because of his simple personality, and he doesn't care about the little polite behavior at all. On the contrary, it is precisely because of Zhao Xuan's simplicity that Hefeng's love for him is deeper.

"Yes, leader, who is my master? Why are there still two?" Zhao Xuan thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked again.

"No, isn't that the Blue Elder and the Elder God next to you?"

Looking along He Feng's eyes, Zhao Xuan saw two familiar faces. The two old men in front of him used to be his respected figures, and now they all say that they want to worship him as closed disciples, which is really shocking! Are they all here for their own auspicious purple spirit? By the way, until now, Zhao Xuan himself did not know what auspicious purple gas was, but he guessed that it must be very unusual.

With half surprise and half trepidation, Zhao Xuan came to the two elders, bent his knees and knelt down, "Master." The voice trembled, and I could see that I was still very nervous. However, it is also true that he is about to become a closed disciple of two high-level people. Who is not very excited about this lucky thing?

As soon as he called Master, Xiafei in the back spoke, "It's not enough to kneel down and shout Master! What a big deal is to worship a teacher? How can you deal with it so casually? At least give tea to the two masters! Stupid boy."

"Yes." Only then did Zhao Xuan remember that he also had a tea ceremony when he was a teacher in the fantasy moonland.

Before Zhao Xuan could get up, the head of Hefeng over there picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea on the table. In the plague, the fragrance of tea floated and refreshed. He Feng had been prepared for a long time. Knowing that Zhao Xuan was going to be a teacher today, he specially ordered several Taoist priests to pick some good tea behind Konglun Mountain.

After pouring the tea, He Feng slowly said, "Come here! I'll give tea to your two masters.

"Yes, head." Zhao Xuan looked back at He Feng, and his eyes were full of gratitude. He quickly stood up, went to the table, picked up one of the cups of tea and returned to the two elders.

"Teacher..." Zhao Xuan was embarrassed when he shouted the word master. Who should the two elders in front of him serve tea first?

As if he saw Zhao Xuan's thoughts, the divine operator took the initiative to stand up and said, "Let's toast the tea to Elder Lan first!" He is older than me, and he deserves to be your master. After saying that, he took a look at the blue eyebrows.

Blue eyebrows did not see the eyes projected by the divine operator. Since the divine operator gave way, he didn't want to be polite. He just sat quietly and looked pale all the time.

As soon as the words came out, He Zhangmen and Xiafei looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes. They also know a little about the feud between Lan Meizi and the divine operator. In order not to cause embarrassment, after Xia Fei made a wink with He Feng, He Feng said, "Yes, yes, although the two elders are both highly valued people and have comparable cultivation, as to this teacher? Let's do it in order according to age!"

"Hmm!" Xiafei echoed on the side.

"Yes." Zhao Xuan nodded and bent his knees directly to the blue eyebrows.

"Master, please be worshipped by your disciples." While speaking, he served tea in his hand.

The fragrance of tea floated through the nostrils of his blue eyebrows. He slowly took a breath and showed a serious expression with a gratified smile, "Hmm! There are countless good teas in the world, but the most fragrant one is this cup of disciple tea!" This is the first time that Lan Meizi has accepted an apprentice in his life, and his inner happiness is naturally self-evident.

"Master." Zhao Xuan shouted again while he was very happy. In fact, it's okay to say that he is slow, but the cleverness he occasionally shows is still very surprising to him.

"Good apprentice, get up!" Lan Meizi bowed slightly and stood up to help Zhao Xuan, staring straight at the faint auspicious purple gas on his forehead, and said with relief, "Since you have accepted the apprentice, the gift is indispensable."

"Ah?" Zhao Xuan opened his mouth wide. He never knew that there was a gift to visit his teacher?

Just as he was surprised, the blue eyebrows had become serious, and a true breath from Dantian slowly rose to his right palm. With an easy-going sound, his right hand has been pressed on Zhao Xuan's left shoulder.

Zhao Xuan was so scared that he dared not move, but soon, he felt a hot air slowly coming from the palm of his blue eyebrows. After passing his shoulder, he suddenly turned around under his armpit, bringing a warm feeling when passing through the heart, and then coming out of the heart. Finally, we arrived at the position of Dantian in the abdomen. The slightly hot breath slowly circulated in his Dantian, stirring in it like waves, bringing a special pleasure. Soon, the heat subsided, and Dantian calmed down again, but it felt a little more swollen than before.

The blue eyebrow withdrew his palm and opened his half-squinted eyes, "Ok."

"E Elder, what are you doing?" Zhao Xuan dared to speak after letting go of the palm on his shoulder. He was curious about what the blue eyebrows had just done and why he had such a strange but graceful feeling in his body.

"I gave you some real anger, which is a gift from your apprentice!" After saying that, Lan Meizi sat down. When he pulled some true qi from his body just now, he consumed a lot of energy. Now his body is a little weak and needs to rest for a while.

Zhao Xuan was even more surprised to hear this. He is now an entry-level figure of monism, and naturally knows what true qi means to practitioners. This time, Lan Meizi gave him some real anger. This meeting gift is really heavy enough! Zhao Xuan was so moved that he almost burst into tears again.

"Ky, don't pay for another cup of tea!" When the head of Hefeng saw Zhao Xuan's moved face, he was afraid that he would forget the business, so he quickly opened his mouth to remind him.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Zhao Xuan came to his senses from excitement and looked at the divine operator next to him. Seeing that he was also staring at him, he was a little embarrassed, so he quickly walked back to get the rest of the tea.

After a plop, he had knelt on the ground, "Master is on it. Please be worshipped by your disciples."

The divine operator showed a kind smile, "Get up!" After saying that, he took out a small puppet from his chest pocket. Blue eyebrows have given gifts to meet each other. How can he avoid vulgarity?

Everyone was surprised to see this, guessing that the old man was very old and still had the habit of playing puppets! Lan Meizi has always been incompatible with the divine operator, and now he looks a little contemptuous when he comes out with a puppet.

"E Elder, you are..." The most surprising thing is his prospective disciple Zhao Xuanxuan. Does the master want to take a puppet to tie him?

The divine operator did not speak in the face of everyone's surprise, but simply smiled and then stood up. Holding a puppet in one hand and drawing a Taiji pattern on his chest with the other hand, he clicked on the puppet, while reading strange formulas in his mouth.

When the formula was read and pointed, the puppet slowly suspended in the air from the palm of the divine operator's hand.

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, the divine operator suddenly took a step forward and reached out to pinch Zhao Xuan's neck.

"Ah!" After Zhao Xuan shouted for pain, his mouth had been opened into an O-shaped shape.

The divine operator clicked another finger, and the puppet hanging in mid-air quickly rushed to Zhao Xuan's mouth.

At that time, Zhao Xuan only felt as uncomfortable as if he had been stuffed with an apple. He couldn't say anything, so he could only whine. The uncomfortable energy made him almost burst into tears. After tossing for a while, the puppet barely squeezed into his esophagus.

It's strange to say that as soon as he entered the esophagus, the volume of the puppet suddenly became smaller, so small that Zhao Xuan did not feel any discomfort and uncomfortable.

I thought the tossing was about to pass, but while Zhao Xuan was relieved, his body suddenly sounded like firecrackers within the range from chest to abdomen.

"Papa", one explosion after another sounded in his body, which scared Zhao Xuan's soul to fly, but he didn't know what had happened. He could only jump up and down in place like a headless fly.

With the sound one after another, Zhao Xuan felt that after each explosion, there would be a pain in that position of his body, which made him roll on the ground. Everyone present was stunned when they saw his painful appearance, and then realized that they looked at him with a smile like watching a monkey play.

At this time, in Zhao Xuan's view, these expressions are ** naked and desperate. But now his body is in great pain. He doesn't have time to care about other people's reactions. He can only endure it and expect the pain to pass soon.

After tossing for almost a quarter of an hour, the pain finally subsided a little, and the sounds that used to be like firecrackers gradually disappeared until they disappeared.

Zhao Xuan lay motionless on the ground, with sweat densely on his forehead, and his eyes stared at Liang Zi at the top and didn't know what he was thinking.