Chapter 9 Drinking Tea

"Hello, master." He Xiaozhuo also bent down politely.

The purple sand teacup was gently placed in front of He Xiaozhuo. The old man personally picked up the purple sand pot and poured a cup into He Xiaozhuo's cup. A faint fragrance came. He Xiaozhuo saw the quiet warmth in the crystal water and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"I would like to introduce myself, I come from Tong*yin*men. I am the 18th generation of Tong*yin*men. The Taoist name is Mud Tuzi. There are friends who carry their love, and they all call me the old mud map of Yin and Yang. That day, the little Taoist friend inadvertently passed by. I saw that the little Taoist friend was extraordinary, so I wanted to see him. As the saying goes, you can't lose your arms when you see a master. I don't know if you can disturb your little Taoist friends? Lao Nitu said very politely, but his eyes kept staring at He Xiaozhuo.

"Thank you, master. Xiaozhuo also came here by chance, and he was also very happy to see the master."

"Little Taoist friend, please." Lao Nitu politely gave in and pointed to He Xiaozhuo's teacup with his hand.

He Xiaozhuo was about to picked up the teacup, only to find that it was just between the fingers of the old mud map, the original

A clear cup of tea suddenly appeared in it. It was a black little man, only two fingers in size, with blood-red eyes, pointed fangs, and a ferocious face. He was trying to intimidate himself, but only a voice shouted out.

Ghosts and gods. He Xiaozhuo was slightly stunned. This is an evil art of exorcising ghosts. After specific cultivation, practitioners have reached the ability to communicate with ghosts, communicate with ghosts and gods, and use them to do things that human beings can't do. And some powerful people can drive and control ghosts to achieve some untell purposes. Generally speaking, witches and gods rely on ghosts and gods to complete some specific tasks. After being possessed, they often don't know what they have done, because their bodies are completely controlled by ghosts and gods at this time. However, this kind of yin person is not possessed, but a cultivated ability to communicate directly with ghosts and gods, which can mix between yin and yang. Although he has never been in contact with such people, He Xiaozhuo has heard of it. As soon as he saw it today, he immediately thought of this method. The introduction of Tong * Yin * Door, mixed yin and Yang, and Lao Ni Tu is already very clear. It seems that people are the first to test themselves.

At present, as if he didn't see it, he held the cup with his hand, and at the moment he pinched the wall of the cup with his fingertips, a little real yang fire taught him directly through the cup wall and bounced into the tea. In an instant, the little ghost in the cup who had been opening his teeth and claws was immediately at a loss. Before he could escape, he had been refined by the fire of Zhenyang. It turned out without a trace.

In addition to He Xiaozhuo, the old mud map and the blood flew couldn't help but be greatly surprised. He Xiaozhuo quietly broke the ghost and gods, which was indeed unfathomable.

"Teacher, please!" He Xiaozhuo just picked up the tea and drank it as if he had nothing to do.

"Little Taoist friend, please." Lao Nitu smiled awkwardly and picked up the cup and drank it all at once.

Then put down the cup and asked dryly:

"I don't know where the little Taoist teacher comes from? Who is your master?"

"I'm under the Yuzhen family. As for the entry master, I always like to call him Yuanjunshan Grandpa." For the purpose of cultivation, He Xiaozhuo did not report all eight masters.

Yuanjunshan, Lao Nitu quickly turned the name in his mind. He has practiced for more than 80 years and has countless experiences. He really hasn't heard of this name.

"Yuzhenmen is a famous sect. Sure enough, as soon as you see a little Taoist friend, you will have a common demeanor." Lao Nitu praised politely again. After saying that, he made another gesture, but his hand just stopped in the air. The two fist-sized purple sand pots had stood up out of thin air, then stopped in the air, tilted slightly, and the mouth of the pot was in the direction of He Xiaozhuo. It was very clear that I was pouring tea for you, and you should politely raise the cup to pick up the tea, which was polite. But if you bring it directly by hand, it will naturally be a loss of power, because they did not touch the teapot with their hands.

When He Xiaozhuo saw it, he knew that the old guy was still testing himself. Then it's only rude to come and go. With his hands, it was like holding a fist, and holding a cup, but his hand did not touch the cup, but the cup also rose steadily and floated under the mouth of the kettle. As soon as the teapot was crooked, a warm stream of fragrance had flowed out of itself, fell into the teacup, and then moved to the front of the old mud picture cup and filled it with a cup. Seeing this scene, the two couldn't help smiling, picked up their cups and drank them all.

Maybe Xuetao deliberately made arrangements. No other guests have come to the tea room, only

The girl in white played her piano attentively. Otherwise, when others saw this scene, they would definitely think of dreaming in broad daylight.

"Master, I will also give you a cup of tea instead of wine." Since it is impolite to come and go, of course, He Xiaozhuo also has to test the strength of his opponent.

I went to lift the pot with one hand, but did not lift the pot with my hand. I only pinched the handle of the pot with my hand. A stream of water has sprayed out of the mouth of the pot, impartially, just fell into the teacup in front of the old mud picture, and the water flow was also controlled just right. The fine flow went down the wall of the cup and rotated into the bottom of the cup against the wall of the cup, which was nothing. There is a splash. Not to mention that, the cup slowly moved forward under the impact of the small stream. With the word "please" of He Xiaozhuo, it has moved to the edge of the table. If the old mud picture does not reach out to catch it, it will fall to the ground.

Of course, Lao Nitu understood. The child looked very young, but very calculating. Now he is returning to himself. Now he raises his hand and gently helps the cup, but after contact, he can't help taking a deep breath. The cup does not mean to stop, and a steady and powerful thrust continues to push forward. Move the cup. Good kung fu! Lao Nitu couldn't help sighing in his heart. The other party just pushed the water out of the pot with the help of Zhenqi. It's nothing. What's wrong is that this Zhenli is transmitted to the cup in his hand through the water column, and its powerful internal force is still gushing out. It is rare for this little teenager to have such a true qi cultivation.

I don't dare to neglect any more, but also concentrate on my luck. The true anger quietly released, firmly held the cup, and smiled at He Xiaozhuo,

"Little Taoist friend, it's full."

He Xiaozhuo can't exert his strength any more, and the water will overflow. Now he smiles at Lao Nitu,

"Teacher and father, please." After saying that, I poured myself a cup and drank it all at once.

In such a three-time competition, especially this last time, it is obvious that He Xiaozhuo is better, because He Xiaozhuo transmits the true qi to the water to push the cup, and the water flow is not straight, but a parabola. Lao Nitu is directly holding the cup by hand, and its difficulty coefficient is much lower than that of He Xiaozhuo. There is no doubt that He Xiaozhuo only has a supporting role. Therefore, this made Xue Fei, who had been standing next to him, very annoyed. Coincidentally, the waiter added another pot of tea. The boy felt that it was time to find face and was not willing to show weakness. He took the initiative to grab the pot and pressed the lid with one hand.

"He Daoyou, let me give you a toast."

After saying that, without looking at He Xiaozhuo and Lao Nitu, he first pointed the mouth of the pot at He Xiaozhuo's cup and pressed it on the lid of the pot with one hand, and the true air had quietly came out. His original intention was to force the tea out in this way like He Xiaozhuo, and it was faster. He said "please" and poured tea there. Before He Xiaozhuo reacted, he rushed the cup in front of He Xiaozhuo to He Xiaozhuo, which made He Xiaozhuo embarrassed and found face for his master.

But he didn't know that there were people around He Xiaozhuo for a long time. Who, of course, is Mei Xinyan. The thousand-year elves looked at He Xiaozhuo and this old mud fight. On a whim, they didn't care about the three people who were spying in the room. They ran out early to look for an opportunity to take action, but they didn't get involved. This time, as soon as they saw Xuefei coming to play, their eyes turned, and the ghost ideas came.

With a gentle vertical, the body that hides the light has already floated into the mouth of the kettle mouth. In the mouth of the pot, the coal flame elf released the heat of the elf's fire, but it was only controlled in the position of the mouth of the kettle, so the tea under the blood flying true qi was about to gushing out of the mouth. Under the unimaginable high temperature, it was carved into steam. How could it flow out?

Only bitter blood flew. After the true qi was sent out, there was no movement for a long time. In a hurry, the true qi increased its strength, but the plum heart flame in the mouth of the pot also took care of it, evaporated all the water that wanted to flow out. Xuefei's forehead began to ooze sweat. Originally, he wanted to fight for breath, but he lost his face. The more he exerted, the less tea flowed out, and he was so tired that he almost grinned.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Lao Nitu couldn't help looking at Xue Fei. Although he had not figured out what had happened, he could guess that Xue Fei had been fooled by others. I'm angry and not easy to get angry. I just look at the blood flying gloomyly. The meaning is obvious. If you can't do it, don't show off. Get out of here quickly.

However, He Xiaozhuo still looked at the blood fly leisurely, as if he didn't know what had happened, but just smiled and looked forward to it. This made the old mud map master and apprentice even more uncomfortable. The old mud map couldn't wait to slap him and fan the shameful apprentice into the ground at once.

Bang! Xue Fei finally couldn't hold it. He grabbed the lid of the pot and stared inside. He wondered why the tea in it could not be poured out. At a glance, I found that there was no water in it, and even the tea was almost dry.

If you think about it, you can quietly change a glass of water and admit it. However, this one is not very shrewd, and then he is angry and raises the empty pot in front of Lao Nitu and shouts:

"Master, someone made trouble!"

Isn't this nonsense? Fools know that someone is moles. Isn't it this kind of dark energy now? After what you said, it's like a magician doesn't use Bemon. Who still does magic? Old Nitu really wants to kick this disappointing apprentice again.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that the blood flying Taoist friend would drink up a pot of tea this time. It's amazing." He Xiaozhuo deliberately pretended to be confused and joked.

"You!" Xue Fei finally became angry, clenched his fist back, and the cold light flashed. Its unique weapon, the evil ghost vertebra, was now in his hand, like a snow-bright dagger.