Douluo's opening with a bird

Chapter 81 Chatting over tea and night

That night, Kong Wanqing called Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun, whom he hadn't seen for some time, to his dormitory.

——In the days when Kong Wanqing was not around, Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing took turns cleaning his dormitory, thinking that if Kong Wanqing came back suddenly, at least he wouldn't have to bother cleaning the place.

After Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun sat down at the side of the table, Yunhe pushed the freshly poured tea in front of them: "Try it, this is the tea your teacher made himself."

Kong Wanqing glanced at Yunhe and said nothing.

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment and grasped the key point in Yun He's words: "Back then?"

The teacher's age is not much different from mine, right?Remember, when Dean Flanders tested his bone age last time, didn't he say that he was only 12 years old, only one year older than herself, and the man in front of him...

He looks like he is in his 20s, right?

Back then...

Could it be that he was a friend that Master knew when he was a child?

...Then it would be too early to light up the tea-frying skill!

As for Zhu Zhuqing...she had known Kong Wanqing since she was very young. At that time, Kong Wanqing was just an injured bird soul beast, and there was no "back then" at all.

But no matter how Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun looked at Yunhe with questions, he didn't seem to want to explain.

……

After Zhu Zhuqing moved his eyes away from Yunhe, he fell on the expressionless Kong Wanqing. After seeing that he didn't say anything to stop him, he lowered his head and looked at the steaming cup in front of him, but it didn't have any fragrance at all. The 'tea' was served without any brown color at all.

The teacup was warm and shiny, and she could clearly feel the temperature of the tea ironing the palm of her hand through the teacup.

——Obviously, this tea set is not from the academy.

Zhu Zhuqing, whose thoughts were wandering everywhere, noticed that Kong Wanqing was looking at him, so he lowered his head and took a sip.

In fact, Zhu Zhuqing didn't taste anything at all when the tea entered his mouth.

Yes, there is no smell at all.

There is no taste of tea or hot water. It is like taking a sip of water mist with no temperature and no real feeling.

"Kick-"

Just when she was confused, a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

The sound sounded like fine bone china falling to pieces on the floor, or like ice that had been frozen to the extreme and suddenly shattered and exploded from the middle.

The moment she heard this voice, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes subconsciously, but what she saw in front of her was not the room just now, but a sea of ​​light blue bamboo with mist.

Raindrops soaked in the spirit of spring sprinkled from the sky, passing through the rustling bamboo leaves and falling on the young grass blades that had just opened the soil, then rolled around on the grass blades, and finally fell into the moist soil.

One, two, tens of millions.

Bamboo forest, soil, young grass leaves.

All of this seemed to happen in just a moment, but it gave Zhu Zhuqing the illusion that a long time had passed.

Until the sound of raindrops streaking through the leaves could be heard softly in her ears, until the wings of birds flew across the rainbow from the clouds.

She felt that she was the bamboo forest, she was the grassland, and even the moist soil was her. Every cell in her body was longing for the sweet rain falling from the sky.

She is like a bamboo whip buried in the ground. Under the watering of the spring rain, she suddenly develops infinite power, allowing her to work hard to grow upward.

Then, she pushed away the heavy soil on her body and saw the light that passed through countless bamboo leaves and finally fell on her body.

……

"Bamboo Qing."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was still in the ordinary teacher's dormitory. Kong Wanqing was still sitting opposite her with a calm face, as if someone else had just called her.

Yun He tilted his head and rested his chin on the palm of his right hand. His handsome and handsome face looked a bit showy: "How is it? I said it tastes good, right? Do you want another drink?"

As he spoke, he actually picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the empty cup next to him.

Then Zhu Zhuqing realized belatedly that something was wrong.

——She clearly just took a small sip, so why is the cup in her hand empty now?

At this time, she turned her head and glanced at Ma Hongjun, and happened to see Ma Hongjun, who had his eyes closed, constantly bringing the cup to his mouth.

In an instant, she understood what she had done unconsciously.

It's just...maybe...should...maybe...her performance at that time was not as exaggerated as Xiaohong's now, right?

With a subtle mood, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes fell on the tea cup that Yunhe pushed towards her again, and then stretched out his hand.

——Even at this time, she had forgotten to continue to delve deeper into Kong Wanqing's affairs, and all she could think about was experiencing the wonderful feeling of rain just now.

However, when Zhu Zhuqing picked up the teacup, he realized that the water in the teacup had completely frozen into ice. Even if he drank it, even if he poured it out, it would just swirl on the table.

Just when she was wondering, Kong Wanqing, who was sitting opposite her, said calmly: "One cup is enough, don't be greedy."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, and then he put down the tea cup in his hand obediently.

Yunhe changed his hand to support his chin, and then rolled his eyes with flavor: "Hey, I knew it."

Kong Wanqing turned to look at Yun He: "It's too early for them to drink 'Fu Sheng' at this time, you should know."

"But it's not that you can't drink it at all." Yun He shrugged and smiled slyly: "After all, if they really couldn't drink it, I'm afraid you would have stopped me when I was making tea, right?"

Kong Wanqing did not answer Yunhe's question.

However, according to Yunhe's understanding of him, Kong Wanqing probably acquiesced at this time, so when he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, the smile on his face deepened: "If I remember correctly, your name should be Zhu Zhuqing. Right?"

"En." Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

Zhu Zhuqing, who is over eight years old, has not yet grown out in face and figure. In addition, she has two cat-ear-shaped buns on her head, one on the left and one on the right. She looks as cute and cute as a little milk cat.

It's a pity that her martial spirit is not a clingy and well-behaved house cat, but a ghost cat that walks in the dark night and death. It gives her an unusual and cold temperament, which makes people feel that she is a bit repulsive to others for no reason. Sense of distance.

"I heard Wan Qing mention you." Yunhe looked Zhu Zhuqing up and down, his eyes a little subtle: "Your talent is very good, you will definitely have a place in the future soul master world."

Just when Zhu Zhuqing was about to say something, Ma Hongjun, who was sitting next to him, suddenly screamed: "Ouch! It feels so damn good!"

Zhu Zhuqing turned his head and glanced at Ma Hongjun, but gave up the idea of ​​continuing to speak and returned to his usual silence.

"What did I drink just now? Why does it taste better than the most famous apricot wine in Soto City?! It's like... it's like..." Ma Hongjun patted his fleshy face and looked at it in surprise. Yun He was so short of words that he couldn't describe what he felt just now: "Hey! Anyway, after drinking it, I feel so comfortable and so happy! Is there anything else? Give me another glass!"

"This is the only 'Fu Sheng' tea in the world today. It is rare even if it is worth ten thousand gold, let alone a piece of it. Just be satisfied if you can drink a cup." Seeing Ma Hongjun's appearance, Yunhe couldn't help but think of his first time back then. As he drank 'Fu Sheng' for the first time, he pointed to the frozen tea cup on the table with some humor: "Besides, even if I want to give you a drink, your master won't let me."

"Oh..." Ma Hongjun looked at the frozen tea on the table, his flat mouth seemed to feel a little pity.

Kong Wanqing knocked on the table with his finger: "I asked you two to come here today because I wanted to see the results of your practice during this period, but now it seems that this matter can only be postponed to tomorrow. Go back and practice. .”

Yun He thoughtfully continued what Kong Wanqing had left unfinished: "After drinking the 'Fusheng' tea, the concentration of the spirit and the activity of the soul power will be greatly increased within half an hour."

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, but of course he did not doubt Yun He's words. He immediately stood up from the chair and said, "Master, take a rest early. I'm going back to practice!"

(End of this chapter)