Chapter 838: Tea is hard to drink

"A friend comes from afar..."

Zhou Changmei said with a smile, and the next half of the sentence was taken over by Fang Jie: "It's very entangled."

Zhou Changmei was stuck behind her, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. Mu Xianjun, who was sitting next to him, kept lowering her head to suppress her inexplicable irritability and anger, and she felt even more uncomfortable when she heard Fang Jie speak like this. However, he has been showing people with a gentle and kind appearance for so many years, which has become a habit. So when he raised his head, a very friendly and gentle smile had already appeared on his face.

"The master is waiting here, so there is no need to worry about many things."

He clasped his fists: "My father heard that the grandfather had come to Dongjiang, but he refused to believe it, so he asked Uncle Zhou and I to come and see. If the grandfather had really come here, my Mu Mansion should have been entertained. The reason why I did not show up rashly was because I was afraid of disturbing the grandfather's business. I didn't expect that the grandfather's news would be so fast, and the strength of the Black Flag Army was indeed well-deserved."

This sounds very polite, but in fact, it is not to tell Fang Jie that no matter how strong the Black Flag Army is, it is also the East and Southwest. It is best to be honest when you get here and don’t make any trouble.

"It was a private matter, so at first I didn't plan to disturb the Mu Mansion. I wanted to take advantage of the southwest to take advantage of the situation and go home to see my father. I never thought that I would startle the Duke after getting off the boat. It was really rude."

Fang Jie smiled and said, "I will go to the mansion to visit Duke Ningguo in the future."

Zhou Changmei said, "Since that's the case, we can explain to Duke Mu when we go back. The Mu Mansion has always been hospitable. Duke Mu will definitely be very happy if he knows that you have arrived. He loves to make friends with heroes the most, and he has heard of you for a long time. He has always admired you very much, but he has never had the chance to meet you thousands of miles apart. Since he has arrived in Dongjiang this time, the Mu Mansion will naturally have to fulfill his friendship as a landlord."

"Thank you in advance."

Fang Jie fell down and wanted to pour tea for the two of them. Zhou Changmei also stood up and said, "Mr. Master Lao Duke is a prominent figure, how can Mr. Lawton pour tea himself? I'll do it myself."

Fang Jie smiled and said, "I arrived at this pavilion first. I am the master. Two of them are guests. How can the guests pour tea by themselves?"

He picked up the teapot and wanted to pour tea for Zhou Changmei. Zhou Changmei's eyes slightly shook, and secretly used internal strength to gather at one point, trying to seal the spout of the teapot to prevent water from flowing out. If Fang Jie poured the tea but the tea could not come out, then Fang Jie would naturally be embarrassed. Zhou Changmei had a high status in Penglai Sect. Although her cultivation level was far less than Su Yang, she was also a top-notch master in the sect. He was Su Yang's junior brother, and he was much more anxious than Su Yang.

The internal force spreads in front of him, Zhou Changmei smiles and is courteous, waiting to solve the problem.

Mu Xianjun knew Zhou Changmei's methods. He had been in Penglai Sect for so many years and knew what kind of character he was, his uncle. Penglai Sect aims to be chivalrous and his disciples do many good deeds, so the fishermen along the coast call Penglai Sect the Immortal Sect. In the eyes of fishermen, such a group of practitioners with great supernatural powers are already like immortals, and they can still be chivalrous and righteous, so they naturally respect them more.

But this is just the surface.

Although Penglai Island is not small, most of the island is occupied by a Penglai Mountain, and the remaining places cannot be cultivated. The climate at sea is changing, and there are often winds and waves. Even if you plant some food and vegetables, you will not survive. Therefore, over the years, most of the life needs of Penglai Sect have been purchased from fishermen on land.

The previous leaders were all pure and desire-free. It doesn’t matter whether they eat well or not. Moreover, the higher their practice, the lower their demand for food. At that time, there were not many disciples under their sects, and even without the input, they could at least barely survive. The previous leaders of Penglai Sect pursued tranquility and naturalness. Life was harder, but they enjoyed this pure practice life the most.

After becoming the head sect of Suyang, he planned to carry forward the Penglai Sect, but without money, it became the biggest obstacle. Even if he could attract a large number of people to learn the arts based on his cultivation, what would these people eat and drink?

Although Su Yang intended to make friends with powerful people, Mu Guangling also gave him a large sum of silver after sending Mu Xianjun to Penglai Sect, this was not enough for a sect who wanted to carry forward Penglai Sect.

The one who came to solve this problem for the sect was Zhou Changmei.

Mu Xianjun knew very well what this uncle was. The four words "ruthlessness" could not be fully described. During the day, he was a fairy tale to eliminate harm to the people. On the vast sea, he didn't know how many fishing boats were rescued by Zhou Changmei when they encountered danger. The fishermen kowtowed to worship and regarded them as gods. At night, he instructed his disciples to sneak into the land, rob caravans, and rob the rich gentry. He couldn't tell how many lives he had committed in his hands.

Even with so many murders outside Mouping City in the south, many of them are unrelated to him.

Mouping is all merchants who come to purchase goods. They are rich and can get a lot of wealth by killing a caravan. Another advantage of choosing a wealthy businessman is that he will not have much worries. In the Central Plains, although merchants are rich, their status is low and even worse than ordinary farmers. No matter how rich they are, what is there to worry about without status?

So when he noticed the flow of internal energy in the Tao, Mu Xianjun knew that his uncle was going to establish his authority. Although his father Mu Guangling repeatedly asked not to help the other party, he still had to show the necessary strength in Dongjiang. If he was looked down upon in his territory, it would be too embarrassing.

Moreover, Zhou Changmei felt the hostility that Mu Xianjun resolved.

If Penglai Sect wants to develop, it is impossible to leave the support of the Mu Mansion. Mu Xianjun returned to the Mu Mansion this time and secretly planned to incite Mu Guangling to raise an army, which was actually caused by Zhou Changmei. If Su Yang was still a little confused, then Zhou Changmei had been deeply trapped from the beginning and could never come out again.

Powerful, wealth, status

When these words begin to fill a man's mind, so many of the people are already crazy. Especially when a person who has to be clear about his mind for the sect's precepts in the first half of his life finally tastes the taste of power in the second half of his life, then this taste will make him addicted and poisoned.

So Zhou Changmei knew very well that his future fate would have been inseparable from the Mu Mansion. If he wanted to have a good future, he had to do things for the Mu Mansion. Mu Xianjun was the helmsman of the Mu Mansion in the future. If the Mu Mansion sets up in the future and finally takes over the world, then Mu Xianjun is the crown prince. After Mu Guangling's death, Mu Xianjun will be the emperor.

Since Zhou Changmei felt the hostility that Mu Xianjun resolved, she naturally had to take action for him.

And Mu Xianjun just needs to wait and see the joke.

...

...Zhou Changmei narrowed her eyes and looked at the spout, looking forward to seeing the crucified expression on Fang Jie's face in the next second.

Wow

The steaming tea flowed out smoothly from the mouth of the pot, and the tea fragrance spread out with the heat, which made people feel refreshed. It has to be said that this is definitely a rare treasure in tea. People like Mu Xianjun, who have a prominent family background, know the way of tea, so they immediately distinguished that if this tea was sold in a peaceful and prosperous era... it is worth hundreds of gold.

"please"

Fang Jie smiled and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Zhou Changmei could drink it. It was half a day of wine and tea, which was the way to entertain guests.

Zhou Chang's eyebrows tightened slightly. Fang Jie easily resolved his embarrassment, which shows that Fang Jie's cultivation was also very good. He glanced at Mu Xianjun, then smiled with a twitching corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Mr. Master, for giving tea."

He picked up the cup and wanted to thank him.

Just thinking about it.

Because he couldn't lift the cup from the stone table at all, with his cultivation, he was powerless! The cup seemed to have been cast into the stone table, and it didn't move at all. If he used it again, the cup would be broken, and even the stone table would be broken, which would not be a problem for Zhou Changmei, but in this way, the scene would be completely lost.

"how?"

Fang Jie looked at Zhou Changmei: "What do you call this person? Do you think the amount of tea I poured is not enough?"

Zhou Changmei's face turned a little red, and she was not letting go of her hand holding the teacup, nor did she let go of her hand: "Caomin Zhou Changmei is the servant of the young master..."

"oh"

Fang Jie said, "That's why I'm messing with the primary and secondary. I should respect the young master first. Sorry, please hand it to the young master this cup of tea."

Zhou Changmei's back of her hand had already exposed blue veins. He knew very well that if he added a little more force, the cup would undoubtedly be broken. But if the tea cup could not be held up, the noodles would never be taken back.

"I'll do it myself."

Mu Xianjun saw Zhou Changmei's embarrassment, smiled and stretched out his hand: "My uncle knows me best. He knows that I don't like drinking hot tea. I have always like to drink warm tea, so he wants to put it on and hand it to me. However, today's tea is given by the Duke of Zhenguo, how can I not drink it?"

Zhou Changmei blushed and let go of her hands. After she let go of her hands, she immediately carried her back behind her.

Mu Xianjun stretched out his hand and was about to touch the teacup. Fang Jie suddenly smiled: "If you are not thirsty, then let it go first."

He picked up the second cup and placed it in front of Zhou Changmei: "Come on, I'll give you a cup. I met you today but I was in a similar mood. No matter what your status is, I'm a friend, so I want to give you too."

Seeing him pouring tea again, Zhou Changmei's face immediately changed. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved: "The prince is noble, and the grass-roots really can't afford it."

At this time, Mu Xianjun's face suddenly changed!

Only then did he see that Zhou Changmei's palm was red, especially the fingertips of the five fingers had no flesh and blood. The palms were burnt black and emitted a stinky smell of roasted meat.

His hand, which had already reached out to get the teacup, paused suddenly, and stopped in the air with some embarrassment.

"No?"

Fang Jie shook his head: "That's a pity for this cup of good tea."

"I'll let my husband tell Duke Ning after he went back that I would definitely visit him after I finished my family affairs. I still have some things to deal with today, so I won't accompany you.

He stretched out his hand, and Chen Qingfan, who was sitting behind him, slowly got up, put his hand in Fang Jie's palm, and the two turned around and left.

In the eyes of the pedestrians passing by, the man was dressed in a black shirt and the woman was as beautiful as a fairy. She was really a perfect match.

And in Mu Xianjun's eyes, the backs of the two people were so eye-catching.

"sorry……"

Zhou Changmei was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look up, looking at her almost useless hands and eyes panicked: "I didn't expect that this person's cultivation was so strong. The cup was integrated with the stone table with his internal strength, as if it was burned together. If he picked up the cup, he would probably even the stone table would break together."

Mu Xianjun's face changed constantly, and the hatred in his eyes became stronger.

"Walk!"

He snorted coldly and turned around and walked out. After walking a few steps, he found that Zhou Changmei did not follow him. When he looked back, he saw Zhou Changmei's face full of pain.

"Let's go...can't go..."

Zhou Changmei moaned in pain, and her body was trembling. Mu Xianjun's face changed drastically. He was surprised to find that Zhou Changmei's feet had burned out at some point, and her feet were burned black as if they were sunk into the ground. If she forced her feet out, she didn't know how much blood and flesh would fall off. Mu Xianjun understood in an instant that Fang Jie must have melted the ground under Zhou Changmei's feet with internal strength. In order not to lose face, Zhou Changmei actually endured it!

He didn't know how high it would take to melt the blue brick, but he knew that Fang Jie's move must be extremely mysterious. He melted the blue brick very quickly, so Zhou Changmei's boots were all burned. Before he wasted his feet, Fang Jie quickly cooled the blue brick down. The speed of true energy conversion was shocking!

"Young master...you... are you okay."

Zhou Changmei pointed at Mu Xianjun and asked.

Mu Xianjun was surprised and thought to himself that you were so injured. He actually asked me if there was anything wrong? One hand was almost destroyed and two feet were almost destroyed. If someone wanted to, Zhou Changmei had already died once!

But he suddenly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously looked down, and this glance was almost gone.

There was a very small hole in his clothes, like rice grains.

Mu Xianjun quickly looked through it, and her outerwear and underwear were penetrated, but there were no scars on her heart.
Chapter completed!