Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Ji Qianshan packed himself up early and sat at the table drinking a glass of Lu'an Guapian.This is a rare good tea in the world. The tea soup is clear and fragrant, and it clears away heat, relieves dryness and relieves fatigue, but it is not the kind of tea you drink in winter.

However, after entering the winter, Lingyun Palace no longer has any fresh tea left to stir-fry, and can only make do with the tea in the world. Ji Qianshan is not good at tasting tea, whether it is winter or summer, for him As long as it is not Lingyundian's own tea, other things are the same, no matter how you drink it, you will feel that it does not taste good.

When Huang Yinger went out, he knew that even though Huang Yinger's little girl was ungrateful for her beauty and her life, no matter what, he and Huang Yinger also had a half-master-servant relationship, and she should tell Ji Qianshan if she was in a relationship.

Although he didn't sleep all night, Ji Qianshan didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he leaned on the square table and tapped it lightly, recalling the few words Huang Yinger left before he left.Her tone was very urgent, as if someone was pinching her neck, and she said in a hurry: "I'm going to Penglai, I don't know what Master Zhiqing and the others are going to do, I don't know if Mr. Longyou is going. Where is it—oh, it’s coming!—I see that their faces are not very good, so you have to be careful."

Handle with care...

What was it that caused Master to drive both Kong Qu and Zhiqing away, and he acted in such a hurry, if it was not for their safety, then there was something that must be done in a hurry.

What did Master know?

Ji Qianshan knows Fang Yanchu too well. As a master, he can be said to be a typical representative of Mount Tai not changing color before the collapse, but that's not because he is not afraid, but because Fang Yanchu is too good-faced to hold that worldly expert. Just hold it up.He didn't even show any emotion when he learned in his dream that Ji Qianshan blew himself up and pulled back the timeline. What could make his master show impatience now?

Just as he was thinking, Fang Yanchu's figure turned around the verandah of the courtyard, followed the path under the veranda, turned around the shadow wall and rocks, and walked slowly and steadily.

"Master!" Ji Qianshan put down his teacup, stood up abruptly and ran to the door to meet him, with a very obedient mouth, "Master, why don't you wear more, it's so cold, let me warm your hands for Master." .”

"En." Fang Yanchu didn't refuse, and put his hand into his palm.No matter how much he loses power, the saint is still a saint, he is favored by the world, the cold wind will not destroy him, and the scorching sun will avoid him, and no one can hurt him unless he wants to.

Fang Yanchu's palms are warm, like a fire in winter, holding them makes one's heart warm.On the contrary, Ji Qianshan, who was born with a demon body and was not welcome, even drank half a pot of Lu'an tea to cool off the heat and escape the heat after a night of staying up.This scene is not like Ji Qianshan warming Fang Yanchu's hands, but rather like Ji Qianshan borrowing a little heat from Fang Yanchu to die.

"Master's hands are hotter than mine." Ji Qianshan didn't hold back, and simply pulled Fang Yanchu in, rubbing Fang Yanchu's fingers with both hands, "Then how about master warming my hands?"

Fang Yanchu also nodded, and squeezed Ji Qianshan's fingers: "Yes."

This suggestion was originally proposed by Ji Qianshan, but when it was Fang Yanchu's turn to pinch his fingertips, he felt shy.Ji Qianshan's face was pale, and the shy red was sucked up by his face like ink, leaving only two shining eyes looking at Fang Yanchu with water in his eyes: "Hey, master's hands are so hot."

"It's not warm anymore." Fang Yanchu put down his hand in response, and then reached out to touch his hair. Halfway through his hand, he stopped suddenly, took a step back while holding Ji Qianshan's arm, and looked him up and down.

"Master, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Shaking his head, Fang Yanchu continued to raise his hand to touch his crown: "It's nothing, I just think you've grown a lot taller."

When Qianshan first arrived in early summer, he was only a little bit tall, and he looked like a child who was only fifteen or sixteen. In the blink of an eye, he grew like a weed.

"It's almost taller than me." Fang Yanchu compared his height with his own, and found that he was only a pinky finger short of himself.

He knew that young people grew up fast, but it was too fast, but in a little over half a year, they had grown so much.

This is not the same as his little apprentice Ji Qianshan 1000 years ago. The former Ji Qianshan used a hundred years as one year old, and it was not until more than 1000 years after he entered the Lingyun Palace that the crowning ceremony was finally held.He grows slowly in age, and naturally his height also slows down. It took him more than 1000 years to be a little taller than Fang Yanchu.Especially in the 100 years when he was almost an adult, he had to take out a ruler to compare with Fang Yanchu almost every year.

Ji Qianshan took a step forward, stood tiptoe to toe with Fang Yanchu, and said with a smile, "Master, does he want me to grow taller, or does he want me to be like this?"

He laughed and raised his eyes to look at Fang Yanchu, now he can see Fang Yanchu's face without raising his head, and maybe he will be taller than Fang Yanchu in a few months.

Fang Yanchu felt an inexplicable oppressive force, he looked away from Ji Qianshan's eyes and said calmly: "It's only two or three centimeters tall, young people grow fast, and soon they will overwhelm me."

This is not the first time he said this, Ji Qianshan used to hear this sentence often.But at that time, Fang Yanchu always felt that he was growing too slowly, as if he was slower than the slowest advanced kung fu in the world. He wished that he was like a tree or a weed, growing when he saw the wind and growing when it rained.

But now Ji Qianshan knows that the wild grass will grow wildly because the wind and rain will destroy him if it doesn't grow faster, and it won't catch up with the short life if it doesn't grow faster.The flowers in the greenhouse don't need to grow faster, they just need to grow slowly and gracefully, even if a leaf grows in 100 years, it doesn't matter.

"Then master, do you want me to grow up?" Ji Qianshan still refused to back down, and even more vigorously grabbed Fang Yanchu's hand and shook it.

"Is it the height that I can grow without growing?" Fang Yanchu said helplessly.

Ji Qianshan's growth was so fast that it was a bit abnormal, and Ji Qianshan's fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance when he first came here was also abnormal.

He had a vague guess in his mind that Ji Qianshan did not really recover to his heyday in the 1000 years in the sea of ​​blood, but consumed part of his strength in the confrontation with Heaven, and now Ji Qianshan is getting it back bit by bit. That part of the power that belongs to you.

As for when he will be able to return to his full glory, Fang Yanchu guessed that it should be the day when he completely collected the four holy objects and was condemned by heaven.

Only in this way can Ji Qianshan guarantee that he has the absolute power to go back in time.

And the reason why this time is so accurate is probably because of the obstruction of heaven. Ji Qianshan will not be able to go back in time in the first time when he regains his power one day later. In order to consume Ji Qianshan.

That day should be the best time Ji Qianshan summed up from countless deaths and rebirths.

"If Master said it," Ji Qianshan patted his head and lightly patted his heart, "then it's no big deal if I listen to it."

What would happen if Ji Qianshan hadn't returned to his prime when that day came?

Red and black Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the gate of the courtyard, and the north wind howled and blew through the gaps between the paper and the wall bricks, making a whimpering sound.Fang Yanchu looked at the smiling Ji Qianshan, and thought for a long time before suppressing the sigh in his heart.

After seeing the scene in the dream, why didn't Fang Yanchu understand Ji Qianshan's thoughts?So what if it didn't return to its heyday?Will Ji Qianshan cherish his life?

He will only become sharper and more decisive. I'm afraid he will be buried with this world by then, right?It's no big deal to teach a monster, but Fang Yanchu will have a big headache if he really teaches a monster that destroys the world.

Fang Yanchu lowered his eyes: "It's okay, just keep growing."

The corners of his lips curled up in satisfaction, and the smile in Ji Qianshan's eyes grew even wider.He doesn't want to be flowers in the shitty greenhouses. If he wants to, he will treat them like trees and weeds, growing wildly in places where there is wind and rain.

Until one day it grows taller than the sky and bigger than the earth, and then raises its feet to reach the person on the cloud, and pulls out the biggest leaf to shield him from the wind and rain.

Ji Qianshan is used to pushing every inch. He is so close to Fang Yanchu that he would panic if he didn't do anything, but he didn't know what to do. After all, he felt very happy just standing like this.

On the contrary, Fang Yanchu looked at him suspiciously, reached out to touch his forehead, looked at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes and frowned, "You didn't sleep?"

Ji Qianshan scratched his head guiltily, not knowing how to answer.Before Fang Yanchu and Kong Qu went out, he had told him to catch up on a good night's sleep, but he used it to force-fill half a pot of Lu'an Guapian, which was not tasty at all: "I...I can't sleep."

He showed a clear smile, rubbing the floor restlessly with his toes, sometimes kicking Fang Yanchu's toes.

Fang Yanchu felt as if he had an overly active cat. This cat not only danced wildly at night and disturbed people's sleep, but also struggled to paw and pull him with his small feet. Drop it in half.

"I will tell you when there is something I need to do. Now," Fang Yanchu gave Ji Qianshan a push, "Go to sleep."

This is the time when the caffeine kicks in, the sun is rising outside, how can Ji Qianshan sleep?He bit his lip, followed Fang Yanchu's strength and walked towards the bedroom, when he reached the door of the bedroom, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Yanchu hard.

Before lying down on the bed, Ji Qianshan wrapped his arms around Fang Yanchu's waist, took him to sit on the bed together, and said coquettishly: "If Master doesn't sleep, I won't sleep either. How about Master explain to me again?" The story of your travels back then?"

Fang Yanchu sighed helplessly, found the beginning of a story from his slowly recovering memory, and continued the story.

They all need to draw a line from that time 1000 years ago so that they can grasp and walk step by step.