Dragon King relies on green tea

Zi Sang Yanshu's spice shop is located in the most inconspicuous Lingchi Lane at the end of Dongshi, and in the most inconspicuous corner of Lingchi Lane.

If you didn't look for it specially, it would be hard to find that in this humble corner, there are still people who would choose to open a shop in such a corner.

The strangest thing is not that the shop is located in an inconspicuous corner, but that it is a shop, but it is not open to welcome customers. It only hangs a "open" sign at the gate to tell others that it is not closed.

When Zisang Yanshu returned to "Gui Xun", just as he opened the door, a little rabbit jumped out of the house and threw himself into Zisang Yanshu's arms.

Zisang Yanshu didn't want to hug the rabbit, so he shook the rabbit off with his hands, strode into the room and said, "You slept comfortably when I was away."

After leaving the city gate, the faint smile on Zisang Yanshu's face had long since disappeared, and the chill emanating from his body seemed to be a different person.

The little rabbit that was thrown down rolled around on the ground, got up and stretched, and then jumped onto the table, lazily said: "If the master is not here, there will be few guests, so I can only sleep."

Seeing that the little rabbit was too idle, Zisang Yanshu laid out the chessboard, fiddled with the pieces and said slowly: "If the calculation is good, your catastrophe is approaching. If you don't improve your cultivation as soon as possible, you are waiting to be split into flying pieces." Gray?"

For his laziness, the little rabbit was well aware of it, and he dared not refute it. After pawing his drooping ears, he obediently lay down at Zisang Yanshu's feet and closed his eyes to meditate. At this time, a soft aura enveloped the little rabbit The whole body helps the little rabbit's breath to circulate.

After an hour, Zisang Yanshu withdrew the spiritual power circulating around the little rabbit, and the little rabbit looked up at its master blankly.

Zi Sang Yanshu stared at the chessboard in front of him without even turning his head, and said leisurely, "Prepare tea, here comes the guest."

The little rabbit, who had just reacted, immediately turned into a little girl when he heard the voice, and began to cook tea with swift hands and feet.

She had just washed the tea leaves when the closed door was pushed open.

Standing outside the door was Ye Junche, the young son of the Hou Mansion who had just separated from Zi Sang Yanshu at the gate of the city an hour ago.

Seeing a guest coming, Miao Miao put down the cattail fan that was fanning the flames, and happily stepped forward to greet him: "What spices do you want to buy, sir?"

It was obvious at a glance that Miaomiao was a rabbit demon, Ye Junche's expression became a bit complicated, he stepped over Miaomiao and looked into the room, and said, "I am not here to buy incense, but to ask for something else."

Guessing that Ye Junche must be in a complicated mood at this time, Zi Sang Yanshu raised his head and smiled politely at Ye Junche: "See you again, young master."

Ye Junche walked into the room, and saw Zi Sang Yanshu sitting beside the chess table at a glance. He hadn't changed his clothes, and what was hanging on his waist was the kit he had given out.

There was steaming tea on the table, obviously waiting for him.

However, at this moment, what Ye Junche noticed was Zi Sang Yanshu's hand holding the chess pieces.

A pair of hands holding the chess piece, tender and slender, even whiter than the white jade chess piece in the hands, such a person, such hands can't be connected with Tu Long.

Back then, there was a dragon demon at the foot of Lingming Mountain, and their brothers and sisters were ordered to go down the mountain to catch the monster. Just when they arrived down the mountain, they heard the villagers tell them that the dragon demon had been beheaded by a fairy, and a whole dragon was taken away. .

At that time, let alone immortals, they didn't even see the shadow of the dragon demon, they only saw a place of demon blood.

But just half an hour ago, someone told him that the expert who slaughtered the dragon demon at the foot of Lingming Mountain three years ago was the owner of Guixun in Lingchi Lane, Dongshi City.

Ye Junche tried hard to keep calm, sat across from Zisang Yanshu, looked him in the eyes and said, "It seems that Mister knew I was coming."

"En." Zisang Yanshu replied in a neutral tone, without further words, as if waiting for him to continue.

"I heard that at the foot of Lingming Mountain three years ago, the one who slaughtered the dragon demon was sir."

"Hmm." It was the same thing again, and he responded in a calm manner.

With such a reaction, Ye Junche looked at him with dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Is Mr. Liu Yushan playing tricks on me? Since he can slay dragons, why be afraid of a monster left by a mere tiger demon?" ?”

Zi Sang Yanshu had no intention of defending himself, so he got up and made a cup of tea himself, brought it to Ye Junche, and said apologetically, "Don't be angry, young master. , it’s not meant to be a joke.”

Those black and white eyes were full of sincerity, meeting those eyes, Ye Junche suddenly felt that he wanted to be angry and became angry, and thinking that he still had something to ask, his arrogance softened.

After drinking a cup of tea, Ye Junche said: "Since Mr. is waiting for me deliberately, he should already know why I came here."

At this time, Zisang Yanshu suddenly leaned forward, approached Ye Junche and sniffed him lightly, then frowned slightly, and muttered in a slightly displeased voice, "It really smells like fish."

The muttering was so low that Ye Junche couldn't hear it clearly.

The expression of disgust and displeasure was quickly suppressed by him, replaced by a kind of silence. After a while, he uttered two words to answer his question: "Dragon bone."

Ye Junche's heart suddenly became aroused. Sure enough, he knew what he came for, so he must also know that the crown prince was suffering from evil spirits, and he also knew that the keel could save the crown prince.

He was hurriedly pulled into the East Palace by Ye Wenyu, and saw His Highness the Crown Prince unconscious on the bed.

Ordinary people can't see anything, but when Ye Junche used his true energy to penetrate into the prince's body to investigate, he found that the prince's body was full of evil spirits, which were heavier than the evil spirits of the demon spirits on Liuyu Mountain. Qi has been protecting the prince's heart, so the prince can survive for more than ten days.

But true qi can protect the heart, but it can't get rid of the evil spirit. According to this situation, even if there is true qi to protect the heart, it can only last for a day or two.

The evil spirit in the prince's body comes from the dragon clan, and only the keel can relieve the evil spirit in the prince's body.

Zi Sang Yanshu knew the purpose of Ye Junche's trip, but he didn't respond, he just looked down at the pieces on the chessboard that had been disrupted at some point, he no longer knew what the chess game looked like just now.

He knew that the prince was suffering from evil spirits, and even knew why the prince was suffering from evil spirits, but he didn't want to give the keel.

While thinking deeply, I saw Ye Junche had stood up, begged him, "His Royal Highness is the future monarch of Ruiji, and the foundation of Ruiji. Ye begged Mr. Zisang to give him the keel."

Finally, Zi Sang Yanshu raised his eyes and stared straight into Ye Junche's eyes, seeing the eagerness in his eyes, a trace of indescribable complex emotions appeared on his face.

His half-drooped eyes were covered by shadows, and after a long silence, he asked seriously: "Do you...do you really want a keel?"

Ye Junche didn't know why he asked such a question, it was obvious that he came here for the keel.

After hesitating for a while, he still answered with certainty: "The keel can save the prince's life, so you must get the keel. I can exchange other treasures with you sir."

There was another long silence, Ye Junche couldn't see the complicated look in Zisang Yanshu's eyes clearly, and before he could see clearly, those fluctuating emotions had already returned to calm.

Just when he was feeling uneasy and wondering whether Zi Sang Yanshu would like to take out the keel, Zi Sang Yanshu started to put the pieces on the chessboard back into the chess box one by one, and said leisurely: "It's really boring to play chess alone. , I don’t know if the young master can accompany me for a game of chess, if the young master wins, I will consider what the young master can give in exchange for the keel.”

Just playing chess?

Until now, Ye Junche has not allowed every step of Zisang's words, but as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will definitely go back and fight for it.

So on the chessboard, Zisang Yanshu saw every move he made was his determination to win.

Zi Sang Yanshu's chess moves are unpredictable, and Ye Junche can't guess where he will be placed next, so Ye Junche can only follow his own layout step by step, and guide Zi Sang Yanshu's chess pieces Come to your own game.

In the end, Zi Sang Yanshu still lost a son.

When the last hand was dropped, Ye Junche's uneasiness still persisted, and he didn't know whether Zi Sang Yanshu really lost, or if he wanted him to win on purpose.

Zi Sang Yanshu's chess moves are unpredictable, just like the person in front of him. He doesn't even know what this person is thinking. Under such circumstances, he can still win one piece, but only one piece, which is too coincidental. .

Fortunately, he won no matter what, Ye Junche let out a long breath, "Sir, I agreed."

The look in Zisang Yanshu's eyes was still unpredictable, the chess pieces held in his hand turned into flying ash in an instant, even the chess pieces on the chessboard and in the chess box also turned into flying ash.

During the strike, Ye Junche didn't even feel any movement of breath, didn't feel any fluctuation of spiritual power, as if the person who did it wasn't Zi Sang Yanshu.

Being able to hide his spiritual power and aura so well shows how terrifying his strength is.

After a moment of silence, Zi Sang Yanshu slowly wiped off the white ash on his fingertips, and said calmly: "Now I am short of a pair of chess pieces, why don't you carve a pair of jade chess pieces with your own hands to exchange for the keel, what do you think of this young trader?"

At this moment, what Ye Junche cares about is not what to exchange for the keel, but how he knows that he likes jade carving, and often carves some small things for fun.

Ever since he was in Liuyu Mountain, Ye Junche always felt that the way Zisang Yanshu looked at him was like looking at an old friend whom he had known for a long time.

They had never seen each other before today.

"Young master is not willing?" The cold and indifferent voice brought back Ye Junche's thoughts.

"It's a deal!" Ye Junche immediately agreed.

The moment Zisang Yanshu turned around, Ye Junche wondered if he had read it wrong. He seemed to see a hint of loneliness in Zisang Yanshu's eyes.