Dongsheng Shenzhou, Beixincheng, Xiayi tea shop, three o'clock in the afternoon.

"People, I mentioned earlier that the ancestor Hongjun spreads magic weapons to the treasure cliff. The Heavenly Lord received the Qiankun bag, which contained various immortal treasures, either killing people or making money, all kinds of things, and everything..."

The storyteller's loud voice rang out in Xiayi teahouse on time through the black crowd. The old shopkeeper who was placing an abacus next to the door couldn't help but smile. Thanks to his keen eyes, if Mr. Qian, who had been spending a lot of money to stay in the shop for a long time, how could the teahouse business have been going on today?

The old shopkeeper proudly stroked the thick account book that had not dried under his palm, and knocked on the counter with his fingers.

Twist!

The crisp knock alarmed the old elm counter. After a long time, the old shopkeeper couldn't help but prepare to knock again, a lazy yawn finally rang out of the corner of the counter. Then, a handsome young man in green stretched his waist and poked his head out of the counter.

"Add water." Qing Piaopiao said the words, and the old shopkeeper turned his gaze to the thick account book.

The young man in green muttered and curled the saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked towards the back hall.

"Little hat." The old shopkeeper told the beads without raising his head.

With a small hat in green, leggings and cloth shoes, the boy in front of him was naturally the waiter at Xiayi Tea Store. Dr. Tea: Dalang. I wanted to take advantage of the fact that the tea guests were attracted by the plot in the book and curl up into the corner to get back to the cage. I never thought that the old shopkeeper who had just snored and was knocked up by the thief-eared old shopkeeper.

"The Heavenly Lord started his sect and accepted dozens of disciples under his seat. When the disciples' learning period expired, they practiced immortality and the body of "Sanxian", the Heavenly Lord took out the Ruyi Qiankun bag and divided the treasures in the bag with everyone..."

Kicking over the door curtain, the boy walked through the lobby quickly and raised a copper kettle from the kitchen.

"I have been talking about it many times after tossing and turning. This old man probably only has this little water in his stomach..." No wonder he hid in the corner and slept. It was fascinating to everyone that "The Legend of the Gods in the Great Wilderness" that he has been listening to for half a year and his ears have been called out.

Looking at Dongtang, where the crowd was full of people, the young man quickly cut off a tea brick, put it in a bowl and mashed it, wrapped it in a yarn bag, and then carefully wrapped it tightly with cotton thread, and hung it into a pot to cook.

When the water sounded, some dried flowers were sprinkled in and gently stirred with bamboo sticks. The tea fragrance immediately became fragrant. The boy took a deep breath and carried the pot toward the crowd.

Beixincheng is close to the border, and most residents eat meat and like strong tea.

"There is a golden immortal named Guangchengzi under the throne of the Heavenly Lord. He was lucky enough to draw lots that day and found a top magic weapon called "Fan Tian Seal".

The Fentian Seal is amazing. When Gonggong was angry at the time, he attacked Buzhou Mountain. Yuanshi Tianzun took half of the Buzhou Mountain that broke.

It should be noted that Buzhou Mountain is a pillar of heaven, with abundant spiritual energy. The Heavenly Lord refined it into a seal, which can be thousands of miles in a radius, and the small one is placed in the palm of his hand. The word "Fantian" is engraved at the bottom, and various spells are engraved. The earth shakes and the mountains shake, and the mountains roar and thunder. The sky-turning seal is in his hand, but it doesn't help the little fairy Guangchengzi immediately transformed and became the killing immortal in the upper realm."

Seeing the boy coming, the storyteller immediately knocked down the awakening wood, picked up the tea bowl and took a few sips, moistening his throat. The tea lovers who came to their senses sighed and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

He bent his waist, accompanied his smiling face, and greeted him in a low voice. The boy got in and out, filling the pottery bowls that the tea guests had brought or placed. The tea guests were in high spirits, and many people danced and gestured at the scene in the book. The boy walked around the table, and the mouth of the pot was lightly tapped from time to time. A stream of yellow and bright tea soup slid across a beautiful arc and fell steadily into the bowl without a single drop of water splashing.

I saw him holding the teapot and put it in one place. No matter where the tea bowl is placed, whether it is deep or shallow in the cup, he could fill the tea bowl. After one round, the mouths of the tea guests were steaming hot and fragrant, which made the boy very tired.

Don’t think it’s a simple job. It’s just this kind of work that pours water from the age of five. The boy practiced for ten years since he was five years old before he reached the state of the old shopkeeper’s request that the “empty pot and the bowl are full, three inches of smoke; the water has not sprinkled, and the sleeves are not stuck”.

‘The empty pot and the bowl are filled with three inches of smoke’ means not only to store the cup of each teacup until just full, but also to ensure that the tea in each teacup can be hot until it is smoked; ‘The water has not sprinkled, and the sleeves are not stuck’ is even more difficult. Not only should the teacup be poured without leaking, but the teacup cannot be splashed, and the teacup is also required to not touch the body when walking among the dancing teacup.

"Mr. Qian, is this a world-famous seal really true?"

"Haha, it's all heard of the truth, and there's no evidence. Let me tell you, just listen to it, just want to have fun." The storyteller sitting upright and wearing a face towel stared at the young man's figure and started chatting with the tea chef.

"If you want to talk about Guangchengzi, the Taoyuan Cave in Jiuxian Mountain, you are a fool." One of them blew the camellia and shouted: "No matter who you meet, no matter who you meet, no matter how "devil" is, the divine seal suddenly hit the head in the air, and immediately the brain cracked and died of a bad life. Even the delicate and beautiful lady didn't let go."

"That's right! Guangchengzi held the divine seal in his hand, and was ruthless in his hand. He slapped his forehead. The brain ruptured and his death was extremely miserable. I've heard this passage of the book." The tea guest next to him showed off and echoed.

Mr. Qian stroked his beard and smiled, "The Fentian Seal saw the city blowing through the city, and the murderers were killed. There were several famous and surnamed "Golden Immortals" under the hands of the real man. Therefore, later generations ranked the Fentian Seal at the top of the soldiers."

The boy had a bad relationship with the shopkeeper and was sitting in the corridor pressing his sore limbs. Hearing the conversations of everyone in the house, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "Tsk! Isn't it just a brick? I learned from the senior who became a god with sweet potatoes. The boy had been slapping the bricks for more than a month, and his hands were cramped, and he didn't practice the magical power of birds. After all, it's a question whether there are immortals in this world."

Thinking of his life experience, the boy sighed and murmured with a voice that he could only hear: "I thought there would be an adventure in another world, but I didn't expect that it would be a life that was so ordinary! Magic, fighting spirit, skeleton horse, spaceship, where are you..."

"Da Lang, you are lazy again!" The big man with white cloth wrapped in his head walked over happily.

"Hello, Master, the captain." The young man in green jumped up from the ground and bent down to open the door curtain for the man.

"Well, have you started talking?" the big man rubbed his hands.

"I've said halfway, please hurry up." The young man glanced at the dark brown blood on the gauze on the back of the detective's head and turned his head and asked, "Is that guy caught?"

"Ahem, it's soon, it's soon!" The headmaster subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his head, speeding up his pace.

"Dalang, let's have a few meat buns that have just been released!" The girl with two braids on the shop opposite shouted at the young man's thin back.

"Well, Douhua, I'll send me a few later." The boy turned around casually and smiled at the girl.
Chapter completed!