The plot of Cultivation of Immortals is unreliable

Zhu Huan woke up from the meditation, and saw that other people were still the same as they were before the meditation. Zhu Huan really couldn't sit in. Fortunately, he was prepared, took out the collection of words from the storage bag, and picked out one who was more interested. I looked at it with relish, and here are all kinds of interesting stories and what the monks have seen and heard.

Linfeng slowly retracted the spiritual power that was circulating, and looked around in a blink of an eye. Others were also meditating. After all, there was nothing else to do during the long journey. When he turned to the left, he was taken aback. At this time, he was reading... a book, It’s really not a good way, if you see any sentiments, in the absence of a sure and safe environment, practitioners will generally abandon the sentiments at that time, although it looks quiet here, but there is really something, presumably other people are I don't mind 'disturbing' the person who is feeling, so I said: Is this person's brain broken?Can these basic common sense be forgotten?

Thinking of this, Linfeng felt bad. This matter still happened to him. After all, he was the one who wanted to make up for it. As a responsible junior, he still had to mention a thing or two to the senior who had lost his memory, so as not to cause trouble. What's up.

Thinking of this, Linfeng stretched out his hand and put it on Zhu Huan's shoulder.

Zhu Huan, who was watching the scene where the rich boy was molested instead of being molested, held back a smile in his heart, when suddenly a hand patted on his shoulder, which made Zhu Huan shake his hand in fright.When Linfeng saw that he just clapped one hand, he frightened people into such a state, and he was even more sure in his heart that his behavior was right, so he became so frightened. If he really made a breakthrough and was disturbed by others, it would be It's a matter of cultivation and state of mind.

After seeing whose hand it was, Zhu Huan heaved a sigh of relief, wondering if he should be so scary.But I can't say this, "What's the matter?" I looked at my junior with a questioning look.

"Master...brother, it is not advisable to read practice books in a noisy environment. If you are not calm, you will not be able to flow smoothly." Linfeng frowned, and decided to not talk to this person next time, and shouted at such a face Brother, it's really awkward.

Seeing the disapproval on that face clearly, Zhu Huan's heart still warmed up a bit. The younger brother is not bad, and said: "Oh, don't worry, there will be no problems." See what else can go wrong in the script.

Seeing that the senior was still watching, and he couldn't directly take things from other people's hands, which is a taboo everywhere, Linfeng felt a little annoyed, can this person listen to me? "Brother, do you want to meditate together to recover your spiritual power?" This reminder should be straightforward enough, right?I won't talk to you if I don't agree, Linfeng looked at the sword on his knee.

"Okay, let's go together." Zhu Huan was reminded again, and it was not easy to refute the kindness of his junior brother, so he had to put away the scriptures and meditate. He would stay on this boat for half a month, and he couldn't keep reading these things with him. For things that are useless to cultivation, you still have to persevere in cultivation.

Linfeng glanced at Zhu Huan, closed his eyes and concentrated on meditating.

Waking up again, Zhu Huan was awakened by the movement of other people. After all, meditation also needs a quiet environment, especially his mind is not quiet. He stretched his legs and looked at some other people around him. Talking in a low voice, no matter how small the voice is, is quite loud for monks, just like you can't hear what he said, but you can clearly understand what they are talking about.Many stars in the sky were shining, it was night, Zhu Huan looked at Linfeng, he was still meditating, obviously, the noisy environment didn't interrupt him, Zhu Huan was a little bit heartbroken, but he reacted quickly, he It didn't start from a young age. Meditation is probably as simple as eating and drinking tea for the cultivators here, and it's normal for them not to adapt.Zhu Ming comforted himself like this.

But soon, Zhu Huan became bored again. Looking around, every small group of monks basically knew each other, and then formed a circle, silently keeping a certain distance from other monks, and then looked back at himself , it was only the younger brother and himself, and the younger brother was not very talkative, Zhu Huan could already predict how boring he would be along the way.

after five days

Zhu Huan looked at Linfeng quietly... for a pot of tea in his hand, he had been waiting for a long time, looking at his younger brother as if to whet his appetite, cooked a pot of tea, at least half an hour had passed, he glanced at his younger brother, looked at The tea in the junior brother's hand, after a while, look at the junior brother again, and then at the tea in the junior brother's hand.Finally... Zhu Huan felt that he didn't have to bear it anymore, isn't it just a pot of tea!Thinking of this, my heart calmed down instead, once the junior and so on became familiar, it would really be bad.

Remembering that yesterday I was flipping through an alien version of Geography in my hand, when my junior stared at me, in order not to let my junior nagging again, Zhu Huan directly told him that I didn’t take it for cultivation. The younger brother still didn't believe it, and he refused to look at the book in his hand. After all, it was a taboo to read other monks' books or jade slips for no reason. In desperation, Zhu Huan had to tear two of the pages in his hand page, to prove to him that this is indeed not a valuable practice book, and then Zhu Huan felt that his junior brother seemed to be angry, or... angry from embarrassment.

At that time, Zhu Huan looked at the younger brother who turned back to meditate with amused expression, and stopped reading the idle books in his hand, and sat upright to meditate.

It's just that I didn't expect that starting today, that is, after the junior brother's meditation, he began to take out this set of exquisite tea sets that he knew was not cheap at first glance, and invited himself to drink tea.Looking at the exquisite tea set, one can imagine how attractive the tea made by that tea set is. Without thinking about it, Zhu Ming agreed, and what happened afterwards made him dumbfounded.

Linfeng took out the tea set, first wiped the teacup lightly, then carefully took out the juice of Maqing, the companion of Ganoderma lucidum, which was stored in the storage bag, and started to make tea. After that, he continued to cook and added paragraph after paragraph of formulas, and Zhu Huan became depressed. He knew that his common sense was not enough, but this was a process of slow growth, and he had no choice but to go It is basically impossible for him to find someone to search for the soul.But I have never seen a monk here who cooks tea and adds magic formulas in it. After asking the younger brother, he got a "bump" look from the younger brother. After that, Zhu Huan realized that the younger brother is still angry, it is very likely This is the way the younger brother used to rectify himself. After some observations, Zhu Huan confirmed that the younger brother was indeed angry. He could only watch the younger brother make tea with concentrated eyes, while trying to get the younger brother to vent his anger. Otherwise, I will suffer later.

"Junior brother, when will it be?" Zhu Huan asked Xiang Linfeng again.

Linfeng glanced at his senior brother, and then at the tea he made, "It's almost ready."

...It's getting better again, but now Zhu Huan is not in a hurry, and it's useless to be in a hurry. Who makes himself greedy for this little tea?

"Okay." Accompanied by the voice of his junior brother was the sound of pouring tea, Zhu Huan took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that his long wait was worth it.With just such a breathing effort, Zhu Huan felt as if the pores of his whole body were opened, and after that, the cold aura came towards him.

"Brother, please." Linfeng picked up the teacup and tasted it by himself, ignoring Zhu Ming.

Zhu Huan took a sip, and felt almost nothing at the beginning of the mouth, and could not even detect the taste of tea. Soon there was a cold feeling in his throat, and the cold feeling gradually flowed from his throat to the whole mouth with the aroma of tea. Zhu Huan put down the teacup , For a moment, I only felt that the whole person was a little bit cold, as if baptized by ice spiritual power.

Don't say anything, Zhu Ming also knows that this is good tea, at least the level of brewing tea is better than his shoddy workmanship, so he picks up the teacup and drinks it.

"Junior brother, what are you eating? You don't even share something good." Zhao Yun drove over quickly. As soon as he woke up from meditation, he would observe what the little junior brother was doing.When I woke up this time, I saw my junior brother making tea with Linfeng. Linfeng's tea making is of a very high standard. Others may not know it, but Zhao Yunkai heard from his master that after Linfeng worshiped Jiantian Peak, he didn't There is no master, but it is because of this skill of making tea that he became a disciple of Elder Shen Liao of Qifeng. Perhaps his single spiritual root played the most important role, and he himself is also interested in refining, but it is undeniable that Well, if Linfeng didn't make good tea, he wouldn't have this chance.

Zhu Huan looked at Linfeng subconsciously, and then replied, "It's just tea." After speaking, he ignored someone who seemed to be getting more and more cheeky.

Zhao Yunkai consciously moved to Zhu Huan's side, "I have heard for a long time that Junior Brother Linfeng's tea ceremony is very famous, may I have the honor to try it today?"

With a warm smile on Linfeng's face, he removed the small enchantment nearby, picked up a teacup and poured [-]% full for Zhao Yunkai, "Senior brother, I was joking, but it's just a little skill, so it won't make it to the stage."

Zhao Yunkai took a breath of incense contentedly, "Junior brother, this is wrong. If it can be said that this is not on the stage, then I can't find a few who are on the stage looking at the whole Daoist Zong. What's more, After the junior brother made tea for Uncle Shen that day, I couldn’t forget that tea, and I wondered when I would bother my junior brother, but I didn’t expect that I would be in the honor of my junior brother today.” He said and glanced at Zhu Huan.

Hearing this intimate address, Linfeng raised his eyes to look at Zhu Huan, and seeing that he didn't notice his gaze, he lowered his head again.

Zhu Huan saw Zhao Yunkai's eyes that resembled supercilious eyes. Regardless of him, he drank tea on his own. There was probably only one cup left in the pot, so he didn't expect it, but let's drink slowly.