Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 433: A thousand words are not as good as a cup of tea

Lord Daoyuan's eyes moved back and forth between the two old friends, as if he did not notice Elder Jian's deep thoughts and Elder Wang Heng's anxiety, just like a few people discussing Taoism and tasting wine at the mountain gate.

"Zheng"

In the soft cry, the sword-shaped old man with raised sword eyebrows had a sharp golden aura rising up half of his head in the shape of a sword.

"click"

Amidst the cracking sound, Elder Wang Heng, who hurriedly wanted to help Dao Yuanjun strengthen his spiritual consciousness, crushed a piece of jade in his hand.

Not at all panicked by the imminent outbreak of the two old friends, Dao Yuanjun's eyes on his round face were filled with smiles. He waved his hand and gathered the crowded "clouds" around him. The mist condensed into a set of seats equipped with three milky white futons. , and corresponding tea sets.

Lifting his feet and taking a step, keeping his upper body still and his Taoist robe lifted up, after a few steps, Dao Yuanjun sat cross-legged next to the table, picked up a teapot of the same color as the seat and table, filled three cups of "tea", and smiled. He extended his hand to invite two old friends to take a seat.

The familiar things in the tea cup attracted the attention of Elder Jian and Elder Wang Heng, pulling them back from their annoyance.

Elder Jian took the lead, followed by Elder Wang Heng. The two of them sat down one after another. After drinking the contents of the cup, their four eyes were locked on Lord Daoyuan's face, as if they would not give a reasonable explanation or answer. This slightly fat round face is pulled a few times, a few strips of fat are removed, some oil is added, and a few dishes are stir-fried, it's the same.

After filling up the tea cup again, seeing that the two old friends were calm and relaxed, Dao Yuanjun said with a smile: "Admonition":

"You guys are just too impatient~"

Before he even finished a sentence, the two people sitting opposite Dao Yuanjun were about to draw their swords and take out their bags again. In a hurry, Dao Yuanjun had to put away his indifference and squeeze out a few expressions of dissatisfaction from his face. He came out anxiously to deal with his old friend, and also begged for mercy.

"Hey, don't do it. It would be a pity if you spilled the tea. I said, I said, don't panic. It's okay here. I have found the key to this barrier mezzanine space."

"Say!"

Cherishing words like gold, and rebuking them uniformly, Dao Yuanjun began to speak:

"Hey~, how far can you see in this barrier?"

First, it was a bit of a lie, and Daoyuan-kun didn't get into the topic as soon as it came up.

This is Dogen-kun's old habit, and of course it is also a sign of confidence when the situation is under control.

Seeing Lord Daoyuan adopt this posture, Elder Jian and Elder Wang Heng really felt relieved: This game is over.

There was no exchange of words, and Lord Daoyuan was not asked to help them refill their cups. After finishing their cups in one gulp, Elder Wang Heng picked up the teapot and began to drink by themselves with Elder Jian.

"Eh..., people's hearts are broken and it's hard to lead the team~"

With a gloomy look on his face, Dogen-kun was somewhat complaining that his two old friends didn't give him face and didn't pick up the topic, which greatly diminished his ability to talk. He didn't wait for someone to pick up the conversation.

He knew that in the subsequent show, without his descendants and disciples in front of him, there would be no one to support him, and he could only rely on himself to perform dry things beautifully.

Regarding this, Dao Yuanjun, who has been faced with it many times and is used to being embarrassed by others, still doesn't care much about it.

No one is cheering, but you can stir up the atmosphere by yourself.

Dogen-kun's tendency to show off and talkative when meeting acquaintances is one of the few shortcomings that Dogen-kun is unwilling to change.

In his words, this is the best way to release yourself and build relationships with others.

"Snapped--!"

A piece of black "gavel" that was taken out at an unknown time was slapped crisply on the "cloud table", and the refreshing sound was transmitted to the ears of the two audience members. The explanation of the drama began:

"Speaking of which, the moment we entered the secret realm in the clouds, I..."

In a strange space on the Blue Star, floating in the endless sea of ​​clouds and mist, was a slender spaceship whose direction and time were unclear.

On the clean and neutral front deck of the flying boat, several people were sitting in a group, talking animatedly about something.

They were dancing with joy and excitement, and there were several projections created by assistants around them. People could see from a distance that the three people sitting around the deck of the flying boat and at the futon cloud table, drinking tea and discussing, formed a picture that should be It's a lively scene.

After zooming in, a faint voice came out:

"In other words, you discovered this thing not long after you came in, and then you thought it was too troublesome, so you ignored it. It wasn't until we got entangled in the rules of space and time that you remembered to take a closer look?"

A voice with gritted teeth asked the question with suppressed anger.

"Hmm~."

The other voice was somewhat submissive and lacked confidence.

"Then why didn't you say it in the first place?" the first voice asked.

"You didn't ask." The latter voice replied in a low voice.

"You won't tell us if we don't ask?" the first voice said loudly.

"Um, I'm afraid it will be troublesome~" The voice that answered sounded disgusted.

"If you don't tell me, there won't be any trouble?" The questioning voice felt like it was going to explode.

"I told you that it will be more troublesome in the future. Look, look, Xiaolu, you are about to burst a blood vessel~"

"Pfft~"

On the front deck of the flying boat floating on the strange ocean of clouds and mist, people were sitting around the cloud table, opposite the round-faced Taoist priest. An old man with a green dead branch in his bun had a line of blood spurting from his forehead, and in the fog. It was dyed pink.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, Xiao Lu's blood vessel has burst again. Please help to press it."

Without moving his body, his men quickly moved the tea set on the cloud table. The round-faced Taoist priest nimbly dodged the blood attack, and he was still yelling something.

"Xiao Lazy, please stop saying a few words. Xiao Lu's good temper, which is rare in thousands of years, has made you so angry that your blood vessels burst. I really don't know if you have mastered the Shangyuanmen mentality."

Opposite the round-faced Taoist priest, another old man with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows spoke.

There was a deep sense of helplessness and sadness in his tone. He was the Xiao Jin the round-faced Taoist said.

"Xiao Jin, I'm not talking about you. You are a swordsman, but you don't have a bad temper. Is it possible that you have recently become popular in relying on your mouth instead of swinging your sword to cut people, and rely on your tongue to deal with people?"

While Xiaolu was putting a cross on his forehead to stop the bleeding, trying to hold back his composure and not continue the conversation to get angry with himself, the round-faced Xiaolan got angry at Xiaojin again.

Then he succeeded in harvesting a glower with veins popping out of his forehead.

This is a natural ability, and Xiaolan finds it difficult to control it.

"Well, what the hell, I'm not saying you're too generous, I just think you've become less and less hard-core in the past few thousand years."

In the dead silence and awkward atmosphere, Xiaolan always felt that he should say something, so he opened his mouth again and said the above sentence without thinking.

"Zheng."

A sharp sword is unsheathed.

A stream of light broke through the shackles of space and flashed.

A sharp blade appeared between the round-faced lazy man's neck.

"Um, I..."

He was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Stop talking and drink tea."

For the first time, the old man with sword eyebrows felt that he could not keep his hands and feet steady. After confirming that the round-faced lazy boy had no intention to continue talking, he withdrew his natal spirit sword with trembling arms. After taking a look at his old friend next to him who was pretending to be dead to increase his health. , suggested that without saying anything, just drink tea.

Everything is speechless, all in the tea.