Love in Xuancheng

"Hmm? Didn't you say thank you?" master Congjing was a little confused.

"Oh, you just said, 'you're welcome'. You can't blame me. I'm a obedient young man." Feng moye was wronged.

incorrect! incorrect! What's wrong! How do you feel cheated?

As he walked from the mirror master to the stone stool, he twisted his eyebrows and thought hard.

"Is this your attitude to sincerely listen to me solve your doubts?"

Feng moye didn't like it anymore. He looked angry and resentful like 'you're not here. What you say is a waste of words. It's just for my entertainment'.

"Whatever you say, I miss mine." master Congjing is still trying to think about everything that has happened in just a few minutes.

"Think about it, I'll go out for a walk." Feng moye said, got up and left.

Master Congjing, with sharp eyes and quick hands, half lay on the stone table, swung his arm and dragged Feng moye back to sit down again.

"You say, you say, I listen carefully and don't want to!" the boy's temper is worse than mine! Throw your face when you don't like it. Do I owe him?

From the mirror master, I just feel that everything is blocked. Everything seems wrong.

"Let go! Sit back!" Feng moye patted the old claw from the mirror master, and patted the place where he had been caught with disgust.

For some reason, the mirror master obeyed, retracted his hand, obediently returned his body from the table, sat down and looked serious. He really wanted to listen carefully.

Feng moye's eyes crossed with a touch of cunning, gently waved, and a set of exquisite tea set was placed on the stone table. The red sand pot on the red mud stove was bubbling with gas. Feng moye's wind was clear and the clouds were light, and he made his tea as if no one else was there.

"Hey, boy, what did you feed the fire with? Where did you smell the smell..." master Jing pursed his nose to smell, smell and think... I just couldn't say for a moment.

"Guess."

"You can't be..." master Congjing was suddenly shocked. A bad feeling rushed into his heart and stared at the wind for a moment. The smoke generally dissipated in place and disappeared.

Feng moye hooked his lips, raised his hand, turned over, bound the cloth, and tasted his tea leisurely.

"Ah... Smelly boy...!"

A loud howl came from the house, shaking the house, shaking the trees and flying rubble.

Feng moye has become a world and continues to taste his fragrant tea quietly. This pot of tea is different. It tastes fragrant, beautiful and pure. The second is that it can improve the realm, increase cultivation and strengthen muscles and veins... It can be said to be the most precious and hard to find thing in the sky and the earth. It is the only one!

The howling lasted for a while and finally subsided.

The master of mirror came out of the house angrily. His hair was messy than the chicken nest, his feet were bare, his sleeves were rolled up high, his face was purple, blue and red, he bit his teeth, stared and rushed to the wind.

Feng moye slightly turned over and looked up and down at master Jing. His sword eyebrows frowned and his face was incredible, "who beat you? How did you look like this?"

From the mirror master smell of Qi knot.

The boy's ability to talk nonsense and open his eyes to tell lies is amazing! In my territory, will I be beaten? Joke! Big joke! Even outside, only others will be beaten, okay!

I'm so angry! I'm so angry!

His chest heaved and fell for a long time, and finally opened his mouth: "don't interrupt! Did you feed my dry Kun wood to the fire?"