Diao Ziwei was a talkative person, chattering and rambling endlessly along the way.
From daily trivial matters to inner grievances, to the secrets of Jianmen.
The four of them were walking together, and only one of them could listen to his eloquent talk.
Tantai Jinse was quiet by nature, and if it were other people making endless noises in her ears, she would have walked away long ago.
But for her own brother, she really had no other choice but to endure it silently and listen quietly.
You can't just start a fight as soon as you meet, right?
This seems to hurt the relationship between the siblings too much.
The two Ziwei elders occasionally interjected, mostly to help the young man solve "difficult diseases" on his spiritual path.
It was not until the evening three days later that the four people arrived at Dongwan Village.
The closer he got to the Wang family courtyard, the more uneasy Tantai Jinse became.
It wasn't that she was afraid, but that the Xunlong pen she had always hidden in her sleeve was faintly smelling hot.
This shocked her and even made her feel a little overwhelmed.
The last time something happened to the Xunlong pen, it was when I met Suning by chance at Qingshan Tea House.
So what happened this time? What caused it suddenly?
She was puzzled, secretly lost in thought, and making random guesses.
On the other side, Diao Ziwei, who was striding forward, arrived outside the newly built courtyard gate of the Wang family.
He carefully dusted off the remaining dust on his body, bent down, cupped his fists, and said respectfully: "Diao Ziwei, a disciple of the Jianmen Sect, has come here to apologize to our seniors on the orders of his master."
"Squeak."
The bamboo door opened automatically in the absence of wind, and the young man squatting by the well to fetch water and wash vegetables said lazily: "I don't blame you if you don't know. Don't bother me anymore."
Diao Ziwei trotted forward, took out the gift box he had prepared from the backpack behind him, presented it with both hands and said, "Senior, your small thoughts are not disrespectful, please accept it with a smile."
Mumu looked at them with his mind, and said at a glance: "These two stones are valuable, one contains the killing sword intent, and the other contains rich fire spiritual power."
"Let's not mention the fire spirit power for now. The original owner of the Sword Intent Stone cultivated the heart of killing, and his cultivation level is about the fourteenth level of force."
Diao Ziwei said flatteringly: "Senior, I have fiery eyes and golden eyes. This sword stone was left by Qingzi, the founder of Jianmen a hundred years ago. There are only six pieces in total."
Mu Mu picked up the washed cabbage and said, "It's really good stuff, but it's a pity that I don't need it."
"Well, although you don't need it, you can still exchange it for some money on the black market."
"Xinyi, accept the gift and make tea."
He turned around and shouted: "Huzi, bring out some small benches."
In the kitchen, Wang Xinyi, wearing an apron and cutting vegetables, hurriedly stuck his head out and said, "Brother Mu Mu, it seems there is no tea left."
Someone said indifferently: "Then pour a glass of boiled water."
Wang Xinyi said with shame: "Here, I just soaked the vermicelli in the boiling water and haven't had time to heat it yet."
Mu Mu waved his hand and said cheerfully: "Well water."
Diao Ziwei's eyes went dark and he pretended not to hear.
Damn it, it’s winter, why treat guests with cold well water?
And say it in front of the guests?
Not far away, Tantai Jinse was trembling all over, and her cheeks were as red as fire.
The Xunlong pen emitted a golden light, and the overwhelming heat wave forced her to use her own cultivation to suppress it.
But even so, the majestic pressure is still being released.
One wave after another, rising steadily, shook her backwards one after another.
Stumbling around is like being drunk.
"Jinse."
The second elder Ziwei immediately noticed that something was wrong and immediately reached out to steady Tantai Jinse's shoulders.
