Dragon King relies on green tea

"What and why?" Zisang Yanshu asked back, seemingly not understanding, but also as if he knew everything.

Ye Junche frowned, and asked solemnly: "Since I was on Liuyu Mountain, I have been suspicious. Sir, I don't seem to be looking at a stranger. It's more like the arrangement is deliberately arranged by the husband. It is clear that we are just acquainted for the first time, but the husband treats me differently." I really understand, when I stepped into Mr. Gui Xun, I knew that I came here for the keel, and I also knew that I knew about jade carving, sir, don’t you want to explain it?”

"It's just that?" Zi Sang Yanshu responded lightly, not knowing whether he was saying that these were just trivial things, or that he was actually hiding more.

He smiled lightly and said: "The monster in Liuyu Mountain is indeed not an accident. The monster was a tiger demon in his lifetime. I took off the tiger skin to make a robe. He died with hatred and became a monster who wanted revenge. When it comes to the young master, the young master is the first person to tell me not to be afraid, only others have ever been afraid of me, the young master is an exception to me, so I naturally have to make an exception."

Ye Junche wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard it. A tiger demon was skinned. He said it lightly. Thinking about when he was fighting with the demon spirit, if it wasn't for the help of Tianlei, he would have been in the hands of the demon spirit. A layer of skin fell off, but he spoke so lightly.

Sure enough, the one who can slay a dragon must be an extraordinary person. Thinking about it this way, maybe that thunderstorm is not a coincidence.

Ye Junche just stared at Zisang Yanshu without blinking his eyes, he knew that Zisang Yanshu still had something to say.

Zi Sang Yanshu took a sip of tea lightly, shifted his eyes to Ye Junche's fingers and said, "Young master has thick calluses on the knuckles of the middle finger and thumb, which are left by holding a carving knife all year round, so I want to know It is not difficult for the young master to understand jade carving."

"As for the keel..." Zi Sang Yanshu paused for a while, and continued, "I saw the young master being dragged away by the young master in a hurry at the city gate. The biggest thing in Lidu recently is the prince. To be honest , Zuo Lin came here in person before the young master, just for the keel."

"As I said, the young master is an exception to me, and I should reciprocate. The young master thinks this is an exception, but are you satisfied?" Zisang Yanshu raised his eyebrows, and met Ye Junche's gaze, and there was a tear mole under his left eye. There is an indescribable evil charm on the face.

Obviously his face was clean and cold, but there was a blood-red tear mole, which added a sense of coquettishness.

It turns out that there are real people who can be cold and charming at the same time, both immortals and demons.

For a moment Ye Junche lost his mind.

Or Miao Miao took out the brocade box filled with Shaoqin incense, looked towards Ye Junche angrily, and said angrily: "The spices are here, don't look at my master with such eyes, my master is beautiful It's not for you to see."

After realizing that he was impolite, Ye Junche immediately withdrew his gaze and coughed dryly in embarrassment: "I am impolite, sir, don't take offense."

"Of course." Zi Sang Yanshu said indifferently, "It's normal for anyone to have doubts about such strange things when they encounter such weird people. Now can the young master's worries be relieved?"

Ye Junche also understood how impolite I was just now, and now I didn't dare to think about it, so I hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Ye doesn't dare! Mr. has helped me many times, but I am more suspicious. It is Ye who is rude. Can Mr. It's hard to compare!"

At this moment, Zi Sang Yanshu raised his eyebrows and said: "Who said I don't care?"

Ye Junche was stunned for a moment, looked at Zisang Yanshu with a sly smile, and asked in doubt, "What do you want, sir?"

"How?" Zi Sang Yanshu propped his head, looked at it and thought about it seriously, then smiled and said, "My shop is strangely deserted, and no one comes to play games with me on weekdays, why don't you, young master?" Come and sit down more when you have time, and play chess with me to relieve boredom, how about that?"

It was obviously a very simple matter, but after answering, Ye Junche felt as if he had fallen into this person's trick again.

As for where the weirdness lies, he couldn't tell, so he had no choice but to give up.

After Ye Junche left, Zisang Yanshu covered the painful wound. Longzu's injury healed quickly, but only after one night. Just now, he came out of the pool in a hurry. A wound that has not yet healed.

Fortunately, he was wearing a black shirt, with the cover of Shaoqin Xiang, so Ye Junche could not see the blood stains and the smell of blood oozing from under the clothes.

"Master is still injured, why did he come out?" Miao Miao turned into a little rabbit and jumped onto Zisang Yanshu's lap, rubbing his small head against his palm.

Zi Sang Yanshu sat down for a while, and said weakly: "Next time, when Young Master Ye comes again, you are not allowed to chase away guests, and you are not allowed to be rude, you understand?"

"Why?" The little rabbit raised his head, looking at Zisang Yanshu with blood-red eyes full of doubts, "He asked the master to cut the keel, and disturbed the master to heal his wounds. He made the master injured, Miao Miao just doesn't like him."

Zi Sang Yanshu lowered his head, the soft smile in his eyes had long since disappeared, and there was nothing but indifference in his seemingly calm eyes.

He said indifferently: "Really? If you are unhappy seeing him, then you don't have to follow me in the future."

"Master!" Miao Miao became nervous, with two soft paws picking at Zi Sang Yanshu's clothes, her blood-red eyes pleadingly looking at the person who had become indifferent in an instant.

She has followed Zisang Yanshu for 200 years, and has been with her master since the beginning of her spiritual wisdom. She deeply knows that her master never jokes. panicked.

But Zisang Yanshu didn't have any intention of keeping her. Although he didn't cruelly peel off his little paw, the indifference in his eyes made the little rabbit tremble with fear.

"Master, Miao Miao doesn't dare anymore. Miao Miao must be obedient and never dare again." The little rabbit was really anxious, with tears streaming from his eyes and wet his snow-white hair.

Probably tired of the crying sound, or because his heart softened, Zisang Yanshu finally let go, and said calmly: "If you want to stay, you must remember to be obedient."

"Hmm..." The little rabbit didn't dare to be disobedient, and immediately nodded like pounding garlic.

Only then did Zi Sang Yanshu slowly say: "I will not allow anyone to bully him, he is my only concern in this world."

It is also his only kindness.

The little rabbit was at a loss when he heard it, but when he came back to his senses, the owner of the house had already plunged into the pond again.

After returning home, Ye Junche lit the Shaoqin incense, hoping to find something he had been looking for in this fragrance, and fell asleep with the faint fragrance of Shaoqin at night.

He had a strange dream again. In the dream, he was teaching a boy to write. He couldn't see what he was writing, but the boy couldn't seem to write the characters he taught well.

I don't know if it's really bad, or if the teenager deliberately wrote badly.

The strange thing is that in the dream, there seems to be a faint fragrance of Shaoqin.