A pair of men and women in green clothes fly past each other high above their heads, looking elegant and free.
Withdrawing his gaze, Liu Xiao walked into a dental shop.
Not long after, he walked out and soon entered another inn.
When he came out again, Liu Xiao looked helpless.
Whether you are buying a house or land, or renting for a short period of time, you must have a star pattern to prove your spirit. From this point of view, it is not easy to find a private space that belongs to you for a long time. Of course, it doesn't hurt to be thick-skinned and find a corner to open the door.
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But it is not safe after all. Who knows when I return, I will be surrounded by a circle of fierce holy men or eighteen bronze men holding a bench.
Moreover, no matter how deep it is hidden, it is not ruled out that a child accidentally gets in while playing hide-and-seek. That would be funny. When he comes out from the other end of the free door, he will see, what a terrible guy!
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a beautiful solitary mountain in the distance, with pavilions, pavilions and blooming flowers. It should be a scenery in Tianyong City, where literati, poets, dignitaries and dignitaries enjoyed the flowers and the scenery.
It would be good to build a cave inside the mountain and open a door.
Thinking this way, I quickened my pace and headed towards the lonely mountain.
Oh haha~
A young man in flowing white clothes, with a flying sword on his feet, stood with his hands behind his back, and flew through the air, attracting cheers from the surroundings.
It seems that Tianyong City does not prohibit flying, but it seems that flying animals are not allowed to appear above the city. What is the reason for this?
Looking at the clean and tidy ground, Liu Xiao had some idea. He might be worried that the giant feces dropped from the sky by flying beasts would hit pedestrians or pollute the appearance of the city.
Theoretically, you can fly directly over, but on the one hand, you don't want to attract too much attention, and on the other hand, Liu Xiao subconsciously resists showing off, even though he is not afraid of being struck by lightning.
"Don't miss it if you are passing by! The fifth chapter of Chengtian Fan Shuai's formation slashing the red hoof! The seventh chapter of Xiaoyao Hou Liu's invasion of the Wind and Thunder Palace!"
In the hustle and bustle of the city, a loud voice shouted vigorously.
"The fourth chapter of Ren's life of disaster! If you want to listen to the book, hurry up!
Liu Xiao's raised right foot was fixed in the air, and he turned his head mechanically to look at the source of the sound.
He was a young man dressed as a waiter. He was standing in front of a teahouse called "Yi Yue Teahouse".
My mood is a bit complicated... My own deeds have actually become a topic of conversation after dinner, a novel story told by Mr. Storyteller?
No, you have to go in and listen to it and see how the unscrupulous author fabricated his story.
"Please come in, sir! Please come in~"
Seeing a guest coming, the waiter smiled with a smile on his face, and then shouted loudly into the teahouse, "A guest!"
Fortunately, he is a guest officer, not a male guest.
As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by a good-looking girl, "Sir, would you like to listen to a book or find a seat?"
"Listen to books."
Liu Xiao casually replied that there were no female waiters in ancient China, but there were here. This also shows that there is no feudal ethics in Tianyong City where men are superior to women, and the public security should be good.
The entire teahouse is shaped like a Zigzag, with a hollow patio in the center and a small stage. The stairs leading up are on the side of the stage. With this design, the performances on the stage can be seen from both upstairs and downstairs.
At this time, there were already twenty or thirty people sitting around the stage. The girl led Liu Xiao to a square table on the periphery, reported several kinds of tea, and asked him what he wanted to drink.
There are a bunch of tea names that I have never heard of, and I don’t know which one they belong to: black tea, green tea, green tea, yellow tea, black tea, or white tea. When he was on Earth, he only drank black tea, Jin Junmei and Dianhong.
I drank the most, but now that I'm here, I guess even the classification is different.
He was willing to take his own tea and let the other party make it, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to taste the local characteristics. After all, the stock brought back from China was not much, and it would be finished sooner or later.
I casually ordered a tea called "Jingting Dianxue". Don't ask why I chose this. I just asked because the name is nice.
After the girl left, Liu Xiao also turned his attention to the stage.
The storyteller is a woman whose face is covered with white gauze. As for the figure that can be seen, she has a strong and sincere attitude, fine texture and well-proportioned bones. She is as quiet as a flower shining on the water, and her movements are like the wind blowing through the willows. Anyway, she is
Emphasizing a mysterious beauty, there is a cold ice crystal tea table in front of her. At this time, she is using her euphemistic and pleasant voice to tell the story of a certain unlucky person's disastrous life.
"... Yu Chao couldn't tell the danger below, so he found a deserted place and jumped down."
At this point, the woman deliberately gave up and did not continue. Instead, she picked up the teacup in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.
All the tea drinkers in the audience also returned their cups.
"I wanted to look for Ren Shengsheng, but I heard a word coming from my ears, here you go, brother! Before Yu Chao could make any reaction, a long sword had already penetrated his back and penetrated his chest. When he said this
Soon after, one hand strangled his neck tightly, and Ren Pingsheng appeared in front of the Naga disciples."
"Not to mention whether Ren was a disaster of blood and corpses in his life, he was able to play with the five Nagas just by relying on his bravery and full of cunning."
"As the saying goes, there must be a clever plan to help the jade tent, so don't talk about it with trivial matters."
The woman had some free time, raised the jade pot, poured tea into the cup, and said leisurely.
"If you want to hear what happened, I'll leave it to the next chapter."
After saying that, I raised my cup to propose tea.
That’s it…
Liu Xiao didn't know how long he had been talking about disaster in this so-called fourth episode, but he only listened to the last short paragraph, and the content was clear. It was about the battle with Naga in the Thousand Cities Showdown.
To be honest, it feels a bit strange to hear other people tell their stories in public.
After saying this, the tea house entered the intermission period, and the tea guests who had been listening quietly to the book began to chat, but the quality was quite high, and they all spoke in a low voice.
The girl who was running away just now brought the Jingting Dianxue she wanted.
A pot and a cup, a dessert, and a plate of cold sorbet.
It can be seen that he is very professional.
The tea has been brewed, and I am about to pour myself a cup to have a taste.
A jade hand grasped the handle of the pot before he did.
He raised his head and saw that it was the woman who had just storyteller.
"Your Majesty, my lady will serve you some tea."
As she spoke, the woman elegantly lifted the teapot and poured the hot tea into the cup. Her movements were as gentle as flowing water. Her soothing and powerful gestures and carefully calculated steps made people feel her love and respect for tea art. In her
In your hands, making tea is not only a process, but also an art and a deep-seated communication.
I don't know if it's the tea scent or the body scent, but there is a faint fragrance that is refreshing.
"You came late and only listened to a short part. It's my lady's fault for neglecting me. I apologize to you."
Look, what else can be said about other people’s service attitude and etiquette tutors.
"It doesn't matter."
Liu Xiao really couldn't say anything. He didn't even know what Shuren meant.
I'm glad in my heart. I just wanted to call someone a storyteller, but luckily I spoke slowly.
"The first one will be about Xiaoyao Hou Liu's invasion of the Fenglei Palace. The story is exciting. You can't miss it. If you think what Shuren said is good, remember to come back next time."
Okay, why does it feel a bit like liking and following?
"Who wrote that story just now?"
What Liu Xiao is most curious about is this, how his deeds have become a well-known story.
"Guest, are you talking about Ren Pingsheng's life of disaster? This story was passed down from Chengtian. I don't know who wrote it specifically."
The woman said leisurely.
"Chengtian is Qilu City, right? Why do they know about Ren Pingsheng?"
Liu Xiao rummaged through his little reserve of knowledge to find a problem.
The woman shook her head, "Ren's life is a disaster caused by Zamai's bounty. The current situation in Chengtian has something to do with him, but I don't dare to discuss the reasons."
"Is your guest new to Tianyong?"
The woman changed the subject.
"Yes, it's indeed my first time here."
The woman poured him another glass.
"I don't know why I came here."
Liu Xiao was wary, feeling that this woman was asking too many questions.
"Passing by."
The woman nodded slightly, as if she could tell that Liu Xiao was a little impatient.
"Then my dear, I will not disturb our guest."
After saying that, he bowed slightly and left knowingly.
But I heard a sound of "all the flowers have fallen" coming from behind me.
The woman paused and turned around, her face covered by white gauze full of surprise.
Just as she was hesitating, the Kunlun man, who was obviously a foreigner, had a petal on his fingertips.
"Rebirth from mud"
The woman said softly.
Liu Xiao felt secretly happy in his heart.
I wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect to catch one so quickly.