Back at Shuiyunju, before Ling Qi sat down to practice, he heard the sound of "Dangdang" clasping the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Zhong Zi and others standing outside the door, and their faces all looked solemn.

"Feng Dehai has written a letter, let's go to the mission location now!" Zhong Zi stroked his hands, and a beam of spiritual power emerged from his body and appeared in front of everyone. Inside was the message Feng Dehai sent him.

After Ling Qi carefully confirmed it, he nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then let's go."

When Ling Qi opened the door, Miao Xiaomiao had already crawled along his clothes to his shoulders. After looking around, she lay there and snored.

The Huihuan Teahouse in the east of the city is not too far from Shuiyunju. Soon, the group of them walked into the teahouse and followed Feng Dehai's instructions toward a quiet room on the second floor.

There were two exquisite cloth curtains in front of the quiet room. Two men with fierce appearances stood outside the cloth curtain. When they saw Zhong Zi and his group walking towards him, their faces trembled and said sternly: "The little master is quieting tea inside. If you have no one, please leave."

While they were talking, their muscular arms crossed together to block the way for the group.

Zhong Zi was stunned for a moment, then changed his smile and said, "I'll ask you two to come in and spread it. I'll say that the fog in the valley shows the wild beasts, and the clear water of Yao Mountain leaps with dragon carp."

The man on the left was suspicious, then gritted his teeth, turned around and went in. Soon, he walked out with a smile on his face, bowed to the people and said, "I was so offensive in my words just now, please don't care."

"The two are also responsible." Zhong Zi did not forget his current identity, so he smiled and smiled.

"Please!" The man bowed sideways and gave up the passage to the quiet room.

The green smoke flows in the quiet room, and the tea fragrance is everywhere. A handsome young man with a handsome appearance and a luxurious look is sitting on the futon, closing his eyes and meditating.

Looking around, there is an ancient incense burner in every corner of the ten directions of space, and the blue smoke comes out of it.

"Mingzhu Fuxiang!" Ling Qi's heart was slightly shocked. Such wonderful things can play an excellent auxiliary role when cultivators practice, so they seem very precious. He did not expect that the first time he encountered this fragrance was in such a scene.

Turn your eyes right, and there are many tea utensils on the right side of the quiet room. Each one is a treasure and the surface is full of inspiration. I roughly sense that although it is not a magic weapon, it also has mysterious features. It is really a waste of use when used on the tea ceremony.

On the left side of the quiet room is a flowing clear spring. Judging from the aura emitted from it, it is a spiritual spring with sufficient spiritual energy!

Such spring water is very precious. After ordinary people use it, it will strengthen the body and eliminate diseases. When monks use it, they will cleanse the meridians and strengthen their physical fitness. Such wonderful things are just used as tea ceremony, which can be said to be a waste of resources.

From this point of view, the young man in front of him must have extraordinary identity. Because his cultivation was not revealed specifically, everyone could not guess.

Just as everyone was amazed at everything in the quiet room, the young man sitting suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes first revealed a sense of silence. After a few breaths, he returned to normal.

"You are the guests from Ziyuan Pavilion in the Teng Bancheng. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Mu Qinghe. He is the son of the Lord of Yanming City. He is also the son of the leader of Yanming Sect. He is now the chief disciple of Yanming Sect."

The nobility revealed in Mu Qinghe's voice all the time made everyone feel a sense of resistance from the bottom of their hearts, but everyone was very human, and after their hearts were slightly shocked, they calmed down.

"Mr. Mu, should I ask if the Nanmu box should be handed over to you now?" Zhong Zi's expression did not change, and he still showed his smile on his face and said whispering.

Mu Qinghe chuckled, holding the tea bin in one hand and the tea bin in the other hand, took out the best tea leaves and put them into the exquisite teapot. Then he said, "You are here from afar, but Mu is not talented, so he welcomes guests with a tea ceremony."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Qinghe pointed it with one hand, and the Lingquan sounded "Dingdong". The water line passed through the void and happened to fall into the teapot.

After the tea was finished, there was already a stick of incense.

"Please!" Mu Qinghe did not take the things that Zhong Zi and others care about. He held the courtesy and asked him to take the lead in holding the teacup in his hand.

After tasting a cup of spiritual tea, Mu Qinghe made a move with one hand, and a small nanmu box appeared in his palm.

There are five talismans on the small box and the most conspicuous sealed gold.

"Although Mu doesn't know what's inside the box, there is a sealed gold on it, which means that this thing is extremely extraordinary. If it weren't for my father's fate, Mu wouldn't have handed it to you so easily."

Mu Qinghe's words revealed a little unwillingness and helplessness mixed in it.

"Take it, don't give it!" After Mu Qinghe threw the nanmu box to Zhong Zi, he closed his eyes and calmed down again.

Seeing this, everyone was not easy to disturb, so they could only leave slowly.

On the way back to Shuiyunju, Miao Xiaomiao became excited. While grabbing Ling Qi's hair and playing, he whispered: "Why don't Boy Mu just rely on having a good father to show off!"

"You." Ling Qi scratched Miao Xiaomiao's nose and shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate anyone, so as not to suffer losses. According to me, Mu Qinghe is probably hiding something. Be careful on the next journey back."

Ling Qi was right. Just after they left, there was a strange movement in the quiet room. The two men who were guarding the door were no longer surprised and insisted on their duties, but their faces turned pale, as if they were afraid of something.

At the same time, in a secret hood in the Ziyuan Pavilion in the Teng Bancheng City, the man shrouded in black mist made new moves. His hands gradually started to make a move, and his feet stepped on them. At the same time, he often gave out praises. Soon, the pictures on the wall swayed slightly and spread out, and a few sounds came from it.

It took a while before the picture was rolled up again. The figure stood still with his hands. After a few breaths, he sighed and his figure disappeared here.

Just as the black fog man disappeared, Xiao Qi, who was leading the tenant on the second floor of Ziyuan Pavilion, paused and returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Have you got it?" Feng Dehai at the counter of Ziyuan Pavilion smiled coldly, then he seemed to notice something, frowned slightly, and was deeply thinking.

"Waiter, come here with a pot of tea!"

"Okay, this guest, please wait and come soon!" Feng Dehai instantly recovered his identity as a waiter, showed a familiar smile, and ran all the way to get tea.
Chapter completed!