How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 86 Brother, thank you so much!
The fragrance of tea curls up, fascinating.

Gan Rong stopped the cattail fan and said unhurriedly:
"Brother Tang, you have seen a lot, but can you see the mystery?"

This elegant man named Tang Chen carried a mysterious sword on his back. Although he was wearing a long robe and his appearance was similar to that of the Kyushu League, he was black and white, and he looked like a fairy.

He picked up the teacup in front of him, only to see that there was half a cup of clear spring water in the cup.

Tang Chen took a sip carefully, and his brows suddenly relaxed.

"The spring water is translucent, and it is designated as Lingshan trickling spring."

"But I've drank too much from this spiritual spring, but the water is quite different."

"Sweet in the mouth, long aftertaste, and the fragrance of flowers spreads on the tip of the tongue when you feel it carefully. The fly in the ointment is to put it in the pot."

He looked at the kettle in Qianrong's hand.

"Not too fresh."

Hearing this, Gan Rong lowered his eyes and raised his hand to lift the urn cover away.

Immediately, a strong tea fragrance filled the air. The unique refreshingness of the silver needle tea from Qijian Mountain Villa makes people linger, and the fragrance of the 'mountain spring water' is even more fragrant. People can't help but want to taste it immediately.

"What brother Tang said is very true. To make tea with clear spring water, you need to use it immediately, immediately, and immediately."

"It's just that the younger brother also has something to hide."

"Come on, everyone, please drink tea."

Tang Chen was the first to drink up the spring water in the cup, stretched out the cup and said with a smile: "If you have a private banquet, you must tell the brother where the water comes from, and the brother will keep his mouth shut."

Gan Rong also showed a smile and poured tea for him with his own hands:
"It's natural."

His gaze was calm, and his hand holding the teapot was extremely stable, because most of the people at the table were descendants of leaders from the various states of the alliance.

For example, Tang Chen in front of me looks elegant and easy-going, but he is the young talent with the most potential among the seven leading disciples of Huanzhou. Not surprisingly, he will represent Huanzhou in the sword-questioning meeting two years later, competing for the potential dragon list.

In addition to Tang Chen, there are several personal disciples, as well as adopted sons and daughters like him.

And the woman sitting next to Gan Rong is the most distinguished woman, and she is the only jewel in the palm of Yuzhou Nine Dragons, Dai Min.

His father, at this moment, is discussing the Tao with the old suzerain of the abandoned sword mountain villa and other great powers cross-legged in the main peak.

Squinting at the light blue tea slowly dripping from the pot, Gan Rong's mind is very active.

Most of the young people who came to Abandoned Sword Villa this time were talents from the four states after the Kyushu League, and they were faintly looked down upon by the descendants of the former five states.

Because more than ten years ago, after declaring war on the Brahma Holy Land, one of the Twin Sacred Lands of Dayan, the tribes of these four states suffered the most losses, and even a leader fell, so most of the people who came to visit the Abandoned Sword Villa this time were their heirs, with a lot of respect.

As for the previous five prefectures, except for the cadres sent by Yanzhou, they basically obeyed the orders of the leader of the Kyushu alliance.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Gan Rong's mouth, he came to Abandoned Sword Villa not only to give gifts, but also for this hard-won opportunity to meet.

Heh, although those guys at the top of the alliance are all standing on the side of that stupid holy son, but they haven't realized the danger of the sword-questioning meeting.

If they succeed in enlisting and instigating rebellion in the next few days, then there will be the Kyushu League inside and the rebels from the Duotianlou secretly helping each other, and a group of wolves will devour the tiger.

Yin will not kill you!
Just as she was thinking happily, Qian Rong's gaze caught a glimpse of a vague figure outside the pavilion.

The man was wearing a strange mask, standing in the crowd, but he was so familiar.

"hiss!!!"

There was a soft hiss.

Gan Rong quickly stretched out his hand and tilted his head: "Senior Brother Tang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

At this time, Tang Chen frowned, watching his hands turn red from the hot tea.

"It's okay, why is the younger brother distracted?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip, sucking up the scattered tea.

Qian Rong raised his head again, even though he was wearing a mask, he could tell that the standing figure was Murong Jingyan.

He rolled his eyes, raised his sleeves and asked with a smile:
"Miss Murong, why don't you make a sound when you come."

"Can you take a seat?"

Murong Jingyan observed here for a while, and also heard the whispers of the nearby monks, and roughly guessed that the pavilion in front of him should be people from the Kyushu League.

Hearing Qianrong's invitation, Murong Jingyan did not refuse, and immediately walked into the pavilion naturally and cupped her hands:

"Since Mr. Gan Rong invited me, it's natural to sit down and have a drink."

Beside Qianrong, Dai Min from Xiaojiabiyu immediately frowned when he heard the cold voice, then looked up and down Murong Jingyan, and asked:

"Rong Lang, who is this?"

Dazed for a moment, Gan Rong seemed to remember that there was a nine-dragon-headed daughter beside him who had admired him for a long time, and immediately turned his head to show a warm smile.

"She she."

"She is an inner disciple of Abandoned Sword Villa, she has some friendship with me, what's the matter?"

"Min'er feeling emotional?"

Looking at Qian Rong's affectionate eyes, and then at the chest that is flatter than his own, Dai Min's face became much softer:
"How come, this sister."

"Please sit down."

Qianrong vacated a seat on the other side, and Murong Jingyan slowly sat down.

Then, a tea set was added in front of my eyes.

Besides, Gan Rong didn't look sideways, talking and laughing to Dai Min beside him, completely treating Murong Jingyan as air, and passed the teapot in his hand, signaling to everyone present to drink tea by themselves.

Murong Jingyan lowered her eyes and was not in a hurry.

After all, it has long been expected that Qian Rong would take the initiative to invite him to sit down, which is definitely not a good thing.

Sure enough, he deliberately left himself alone.

Finally the teapot reached Murong Jingyan's side, and at this moment the teapot happened to be almost empty.

Sitting on the other side of Murong Jingyan was a young man with the appearance of a scholar. When he saw the calculated tea in the pot, he seemed to be aware of Murong Jingyan's situation, and asked proactively:
"Girl, can I help you pour tea?"

Smiling, Murong Jingyan raised her teacup abnormally, nodded and said, "Then... I'll be in trouble."

Then he raised the teacup in front of the scholar, acting respectfully and well-behaved.

Gan Rong was breaking shortbread for Dai Min, but his eyes were squinting inadvertently.

The scholar couldn't help but blushed, he simply poured the last cup of tea to Murong Jingyan, shook his head and said:
"Girl, you're being polite, but it's just a matter of raising your hands."

At the same time, everyone at the table began to nod their heads in praise of the tea, and Tang Chen even said that the tea was of high quality, supplemented with a divine spring, and it was a gift from God.

Murong Jingyan saw that the scholar's cup was empty, her face showed envy, and her thoughts moved.

Dang even lowered his head and blew on the hot tea, then slowly poured it into the scholar's teacup under Gan Rong's gaze.

"My lord, this tea is so hot that it's too hot."

Murong Jingyan breathed out like blue:
"You and I will split it equally."

Boom!
Gan Rong patted the table vigorously, attracting the attention of the audience, then wiped his palms and pretended nothing happened.

"Nothing, there are insects and flies flying around."

Dai Min joked and said: "Rong Lang really knows how to joke, how can there be insects and flies in this mountain so high into the clouds."

Murong Jingyan also turned her head away, and nodded to the flattered scholar:
"Come on, let's continue."

Gan Rong took a deep breath, let Murong Jingyan take a seat because she wanted to find an opportunity to humiliate her, why did she feel that she was the one who was aggrieved again?
This Junior Brother Wang usually looks gentle and gentle, how can he be so tempted by beauty, not to mention he is wearing such a terrifying mask.

If you really take it off, that's okay! ?
His kind-hearted Junior Brother Wang is holding a teacup, drinking with Murong Jingyan.

Before drinking the tea, Murong Jingyan felt something was wrong.

What does it taste like?

Tasting it with the tip of her tongue, Murong Jingyan's doubts deepened.

"It smells like tea, but it still has a familiar smell."

Noticing Murong Jingyan's appearance of toasting without drinking, Tang Chen, who loves tea like his life in the distance, suddenly wondered:

"How can this junior sister from the Abandoned Sword Villa not drink tea?"

When Murong Jingyan heard the words, she had no choice but to gulp down the half cup of tea. In order to find out what it tasted like, she deliberately held it in her mouth and did not swallow it.

Well, it's really familiar, what is it. Yes.
At this moment, the gloomy Gan Rong suddenly showed a sly smile.

Although due to Dao Dao's oath, Murong Jingyan's fairy-like appearance cannot be exposed on purpose, but it is possible to make side-effects.

Thinking of this, Gan Rong deliberately raised his hand, and pointed at Murong Jingyan with his thumb: "Brother Tang is right."

"Don't you want to know where the mountain spring for making tea comes from?"

"It's from Miss Murong, alone! The Muhou Creek is connected to the purple river where I live."

He deliberately emphasized his tone when he was 'alone', and even planned to take these brothers to the Zichuan to have a look. As long as someone realizes that Murong Jingyan has a special identity, he will follow the trend.
puff!
Just when Gan Rong was feeling proud, suddenly a handful of tea gushed out from his body, making him drenched from head to body.

"."

Raising his hand stiffly, he wiped the tea stains on the left half of his face with a dry face, and turned his head slowly.

"what are you doing?"

His tone was unfamiliar, as if he was seeing this world for the first time.

At this moment, Murong Jingyan raised half of her mask and was wiping the corners of her mouth, there were also water stains beside her thin red lips.

Only now did he finally realize what that familiar smell was.

Especially looking around, the shock in my heart cannot be added.

fog grass
Why are they stealing my bathwater? ?

"Hey, I asked what are you doing!?"

Qianrong's voice came again, and it was the first time in his life that he, who loves cleanliness, was sprayed face to face by someone, thinking that since this Murong Jingyan was born out of thin air, he has been a passerby with smooth sailing, and his life seems to be nothing but suffering and embarrassment.

It's broken, there's a disaster star.

Before Murong Jingyan could speak, Junior Brother Wang beside him took the initiative to ask Ying: "Well, Senior Brother, Miss Murong probably didn't do it on purpose."

In the end, it was Dai Min who came forward to smooth things over:
"Rong Lang, don't panic."

"I'll accompany you to change clothes."

Taking a deep breath, she twirled a tea leaf from her hair, Gan Rong gave Murong Jingyan a hard look, and chose to go out of the booth with Dai Min to change her clothes.

When Qian Rong walked away, Murong Jingyan hugged Junior Brother Wang to express his gratitude.

Although the rest of the people were a little surprised, they didn't take it too seriously. Instead, they started talking after Gan Rong left, and their expressions became a little more serious.

Maybe it's because they haven't heard of the name Murong Jingyan, or maybe it's because the disciples of the Abandoned Sword Villa don't understand it, so they don't avoid it too much.

"I said, the Holy Son really didn't come."

"Hey, it's a certainty that the Holy Son will not come, but it's a variable when Qian Rong comes."

"That's reasonable, let's talk about what you think."

Speaking of this, their voices lowered, and they all whispered tacitly, but Murong Jingyan didn't care about these things at the moment.

Instead, he leisurely took out a pack of oil paper from his sleeve.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he naturally took a dry half cup of tea and put it under the table.

rustle,

As the oiled paper shook slightly, the whistle sounded softly.

Some white powder was lightly sprinkled in.

After doing all this, Murong Jingyan touched her neck, and a trace of guilt actually flashed in her heart.

You can't blame me either, because there are always people around Gan Rong who talk a lot, and if you want to have a private chat alone, after thinking about it, there is only one place that is more suitable.

Soon, Gan Rong returned to the pavilion after changing clothes.

Everyone also looked as usual, as if nothing happened, Gan Rong finished the cup of tea immediately after sitting down, glanced at Murong Jingyan, shook his head and grinned:
"By the way, where did I just say?"

"That Zichuan." Tang Chen reminded.

"Oh yes, there is only one of them! Huh?"

He frowned, and then hissed again, looking uncomfortable.

This time, without waiting for Dai Min to speak, Murong Jingyan turned sideways and said with concern:

"What's the matter, Mr. Rong?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Raising his hand, Gan Rong's expression was very ugly, almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Don't talk!"

Then he was about to get up and rush out of the gazebo, staggering strategically, as if he was fighting against something.

Seeing this, the kind-hearted Junior Brother Wang was about to get up, but Qian Rong raised his hand again and stopped him: "It's okay!"

"Senior brother is ill from practicing kung fu, so I need to find a secluded place to digest some blood energy."

Seeing this, Dai Min showed concern, but he stayed behind, and the other disciples of the Kyushu League also looked forward to him.

"What's going on with Senior Brother Gan Rong today, shouldn't he stay and wait with me at this time."

"Don't worry, maybe it's not the time yet."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Murong Jingyan also got up and said: "So, Jingyan will not disturb everyone's interest for the time being, and need to go to other sects to have a look."

Everyone in the Nine Provinces League immediately bowed their hands, and Junior Brother Wang got up to see them off.

Bo Yunfeng.

Somewhere latrine.

Qian Rong was outputting with a blushing face. God knows how much he has gone through from the pavilion to this place.

This is simply more difficult to deal with than the inner demons he experienced when he broke through the door of the sky. There seems to be a voice in his mind that keeps shouting:
It's okay, come out and come out.

Sighing, Gan Rong finally felt a little relieved, but at the same time, a kind of confusion arose in his heart.

Because this has never happened before, and even though cultivator Tianfeng has three urgent things to say, once every seven and a half months is very common, and there will never be any unbearable situation.

"Is that tea? No, no one else has that kind of tea"

Gan Rong was still thinking, when he suddenly discovered one thing that made him most desperate.

He didn't bring paper.

Turning his head, Gan Rong looked at the half willow tree hanging down behind him, the willow leaves were as thin as cicada's wings, with small barbs on them.

With a thud, he hesitated for a long time, but the evil hand went back and forth but did not come down.

Further, it is liberation.

Taking a step back is dignity.

Just when Gan Rong was hesitating, suddenly, a white cloth slowly descended from the wooden door in front of him.

Ok?
Gan Rong came back to his senses as if he had received an amnesty, and immediately opened his mouth and said:

"Brother, thank you for your kindness!"

　It's on the shelves, and there will be more updates, and there is another chapter!
　　PS: The list of thanks will be posted together in the next chapter
　　Everyone is so awesome!

　　
　
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