Bu Fan stretched out his hand and motioned for Wu Xuanzi and the others to drink tea.
Wu Xuanzi picked up the tea calmly, smelled it, shook his head and sighed: "It's been a long time since I drank the tea made by Mr., but Mr.'s tea is still unforgettable!"
Although Bu Fan got goosebumps from being praised, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
After all, his tea art has been maxed out a long time ago.
If it were placed in ancient times, at least he could pretend to be cool and intimidate a bunch of talented people and beauties.
It's a pity that this is the world of immortality.
These skills are somewhat useless.
"Old blind man, you have to taste it carefully. Most people can't drink this tea!" Wu Xuanzi looked at the old beggar with a smile.
Bu Fan was a little surprised to hear Wu Xuanzi calling the old beggar the old blind man, but not surprised. When he came in, he felt that the relationship between the two was not bad, and they should be old acquaintances.
Moreover, judging from the simulated duel, Wu Xuanzi's strength is much higher than that of the old beggar, so calling the old beggar "old blind man" is nothing.
This is what he thinks.
"Then you're welcome, junior!"
The old beggar had long been interested in the tea on the table. He carefully picked up the tea cup and smelled it. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing.
Then, take a sip.
The old beggar was slightly startled.
I just feel a warm current slowly flowing into my throat and flowing into every part of my body, as if it can purify everything, filter out impetuousness, and my body and mind feel as if my whole body is bathed in the lazy sunshine of spring.
When Bu Fan on the side saw the old beggar, he felt like he was running under the sunset. That was the sight of my lost youth.
However, depending on the situation, this old beggar is also a tea lover, so it will be easy to handle.
"How's my tea?"
Bu Fan also picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
"Good tea, the tea of the predecessors contains all living beings, just like being in the secular world, enduring the ups and downs of the years, hardships, and the baptism of wind and rain."
The old beggar's tone became a little less calm.
To ordinary people, this is just an ordinary cup of tea, but to monks like them, drinking this tea is an improvement in their state of mind.
"Old sir, you'd better not call me senior. Why don't you call me sir, like Master Wu, or mayor!"
Bu Fan coughed lightly to hide the embarrassment on his face. It was really the old beggar's compliments that were too disgusting.
"Junior understands, but sir, please don't call this junior Mr., I can't bear it!!"
The old beggar looked particularly respectful.
Before, he thought Wu Xuanzi respected this gentleman too much, but now he no longer thinks so.
He once visited the Tea Sage, but although the tea brewed by the Tea Sage could improve people's mood, it was completely different from this gentleman.
"That's it. How about I call you Mr. Hong?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"No, how can I be worthy of being called that by you, Mr. Jean?!" The old beggar was a little frightened.
"There is nothing impossible. As the saying goes, if three people walk together, there must be a teacher. We need to choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones." Bu Fan chuckled softly.
The old beggar suddenly fell into deep thought.
The same is true for Master Wu. He secretly admires it. If a person is a good person, he must have a teacher. He must choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones.
"Sir, students understand!"
The old beggar stood up and bowed his hands as a disciple. Just a few words with this gentleman made his mood improve a lot.
[Ding! Your friend Hong Qi admires you, and his current favorability value is 80]
Bu Fan was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, just an ordinary sentence could make Hong Qi's favor towards him increase so much.
You must know that the old beggar had a very low opinion of him before.
However, when he thought about what he said, he understood.
When three people are walking together, there must be a teacher. This is what Confucius said. It means you have to be low-key and humble, otherwise one of the three people will be better than you.
Yes, that's what it means.
Maybe it was his words that gave the old beggar some insights.
Just like Song Xiaochun, he can understand the art of swordsmanship no matter how hard he looks at it.
For people like the old beggar and Master Wu to improve their strength, they no longer only need to practice, but also need to comprehend.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have enough time to pretend to be a beggar in the world.
And his cultivation does not rely on cultivation, nor does he need enlightenment, so the words of the classic books in his previous life that make people feel are of no use to him.
"What's this kid's name?" Bu Fan looked at the little boy.
"Senior, my name is Cao Di!" The little boy was a little nervous and spoke tremblingly.
"Don't be nervous, don't call me senior, just call me husband!" Bu Fan smiled lightly, giving people a sense of intimacy.
"Yes, sir!"
The little boy's nervous heart suddenly calmed down and he said respectfully.
[Cao Di: Grandson of the Emperor of the Wei Dynasty, you are at the first level of Qi Refining stage. Since you heard from Wu Xuanzi that you are a great gentleman and you can also see doctors,
Now that I see you, I find that you are a good person as Wu Xuanzi said. I feel awe for you in my heart. My current favorability value is 80]
Grandson of the Wei Emperor?
Bu Fan was stunned for a moment.
Then, he looked at Wu Xuanzi speechlessly.
What's wrong with this guy is that he kidnapped a royal child and brought him back as a grandson. Wouldn't this bring him trouble?
You must know that since ancient times, there have been no fathers and sons in the royal family, and the emperor's family is the most ruthless. What does it mean? It is a common thing for the emperor's family to kill brothers and fathers in order to sit on the throne.
The grandson is often appointed after the death of the prince and is regarded as the predetermined heir to the throne.
I haven't sat on the throne for a day. This so-called heir to the throne has a high-risk occupation. He is surrounded by princes and uncles, who are watching eagerly.
If any prince wants to eradicate this grandson, then their town will be in trouble.
The prince of the secular dynasty is not to be feared, but I am afraid that there are some cultivating families behind the prince who are supporting him.
Just like the emperor's grandson, isn't there a master like Wu Xuanzi around him?
Who knows what characters the other princes will have around them.
"Sir, why are you looking at me like that?"
Wu Xuanzi felt embarrassed when Bu Fan saw him, as if he had done something wrong.
"You brought this little guy here to see me for medical treatment?" Bu Fan smiled half-heartedly, pointed at the little boy, and said with a smile.
"Sir, it's amazing, you can tell at a glance that Di'er is sick!"
Wu Xuanzi was slightly startled, and felt admiration in his heart. Just by looking at him, he knew that there was something wrong with Cao Di.
The corners of Bu Fan's mouth twitched.
How could he see it?
He just saw that there was a line in the character introduction that said he could see a doctor, but that was not about asking him to see a doctor.
Of course, we definitely can't talk about this.
The old beggar on the side was a little stunned when he heard this.
He immediately grabbed the little boy's hand. With his quick speed, he could also grab the little boy's hand accurately. He didn't look like an old blind man at all.