"Master Qian Chu, is it the same as before? This little brother looked at his life. Could it be that he was the newly recruited inner disciple of Diyun Mountain?"

The little brother from the tavern glanced at Feng Wuxin, and when he met the blood-red eyes, he was a little stunned.

"Yes, this is the twelfth disciple of Diyun Mountain."

Qian Chu said in one sentence, pulling the little brother's eyes back from his daze.

"The little Zhang Xiaotian has met the master."

Seeing that the little brother was about to kneel down and salute, Feng Wuxin quickly got up and supported the little brother's behavior.

"You are welcome, I am just a disciple who has just started Diyun Mountain. You don't have to do this."

"You are polite. It is our store's honor to be able to come to our store. You should accept this etiquette."

As he said that, the second brother bent down again and knelt half his knees to express his respect for Diyun Mountain.

Feng Wuxin wanted to get up again to stop the little brother's actions, but Qian Chu's index finger pressed his wrist.

"You are a disciple of Diyun Mountain and should receive the ceremony. Now, it will be inevitable in the future. Just get used to it."

After the little brother saluted, he stepped down from the hall. Everyone looked at Qian Chu and Feng Wuxin with respect.

Unexpectedly, Diyun Mountain's status was so noble. It was the first time that Feng Wuxin was called a master. That feeling... was a bit subtle and refreshing.

From time to time, the second brother brought two bowls of noodles, and the fragrant aroma came to his face.

"This is silver silk noodles, a major feature of the shop. The two masters slowly taste it."

Two bowls of noodles were placed in front of Feng Wuxin and Qian Chu, and the second brother retreated, while the unique fragrance of noodles was scattered in the air.

"Eat it, it will be not delicious if it is cold."

"Thank you, my second senior brother."

Feng Wuxin picked up the chopsticks and picked up the silver silk noodles and started eating them. I have to say that although the store is not big, the silver silk noodles tastes excellent.

Whether it is the soup or the smoothness of the noodles, it is no less than those of luxury restaurants.

There is also the second senior brother Qian Chu.

Last night, I heard the fourth senior brother talk about the second senior brother's dual personality, one is a gentle young man as gentle as jade, and the other is a violent personality. Now I am facing Qian Chu's gentle side, hoping that something will happen.

Although I don't know why I think so.

After eating the bowl of noodles, the two of them were also preparing to leave for Diyun Mountain. The baskets behind them had already piled up like mountains, with all kinds of ingredients available.

"Is Master Qian Chu going back to Diyun Mountain?"

At this time, an old man walked in, bent his knees slightly towards Qian Chu and Feng Wuxin, and presented a wrapped oil paper bag.

"This is the winter tea that the old farmer has terminated with his own hands. Ziyun Zhenren likes to drink this kind of tea the most."

"Thank you, my uncle."

Qian Chu took the oil paper bag from the old man and presented a spiritual crystal.

You should know that the price of a spirit crystal is equivalent to ten thousand taels of gold. Feng Wuxin was curious about what kind of tea is so expensive.

The old man shirked it, but finally accepted the spirit crystal, asked about Ziyun Zhenren's recent situation before turning around and leaving.

“What are you looking at?”

Noting Feng Wuxin's gaze, Qian Chu smiled gently and asked Feng Wuxin what questions he had.

"What kind of tea is this? It's so expensive."

A tea wrapped in oil paper is a spiritual crystal. Even if she does not lack spiritual crystals now, she cannot afford to drink this kind of tea.

"It's a unique tea leaf, it's getting dark, I

Let's go back to the mountain."

Qian Chu simply replied to Feng Wuxin's words, walked forward and walked towards Diyun Mountain.

Feng Wuxin didn't ask any more questions and followed Qian Chu back to Diyun Mountain.

It was already evening when the two arrived at Diyun Mountain.

In front of the mountain gate, Qian Chu seemed to remember something, and handed over the winter tea oil paper bag in his hand to Feng Wuxin, and asked Feng Wuxin to deliver it to Mingzheng Palace instead and to Ziyun Zhenren.

"I'm worried about the Twelve Junior Sister. My senior brother just remembered that there were still some things that had not been finished, so I asked the Twelve Junior Sister to send the tea to Mingzheng Hall."

"good."

As soon as the oil paper bag was bought, Qian Chu's figure disappeared in front of him, like a gust of wind.

Although I don’t know what Qian Chu is doing, I seem to be anxious when he looks at the expression on his face.

After looking at the oil paper bag in his hand, Feng Wuxin had to carry the oil paper bag to Mingzheng Hall.

At some point, it started snowing again.

The moonlight cup was blocked by a thick layer of clouds, and snowflakes drifted down.

The feet creaked and creaked on the pine snow, leaving two lines of footprints on the way forward.

At this time, a black shadow slowly approached Feng Wuxin and stretched out his two ways to do something. Feng Wuxin, who was walking in the dark, also noticed the existence of this aura, stopped and perceived the surroundings keenly.

The black shadow, which was integrated into the night, approached little by little, and as the black shadow had his hands about to catch Feng Wuxin, at the critical moment, a white figure embraced Feng Wuxin into his arms first.

"I am not staying in the leisurely and elegant residence in the middle of the night. Could it be that I miss my teacher?"

A warm breath came to my face, and Feng Wuxin, who was suddenly held in his arms by Ziyun, took two steps back and kept a certain distance from him.

"When you say that, Wu Xin is sending winter tea on behalf of the second senior brother."

“Winter tea?”

Ziyun Zhenren's eyes fell on Feng Wuxin's hand. Sure enough, the freshness of winter tea was scattered in an oil paper bag.

"Since you're here, have a cup of tea to warm up and go back."

Ziyun Zhenren glanced at Feng Wuxin, and the tenderness in his eyes was hard to refuse, so Feng Wuxin had to enter the Mingzheng Palace.

The Mingzheng Hall is transparent in all directions, forming a sharp contrast with the dark night.

In front of the coffee table, Feng Wuxin sat half kneeling, looking at the scene in front of him like a picture.

I have to say that Ziyun Zhenren is very handsome, and even the immortals above the Nine Heavens are hard to match. The extraordinary fairy spirit on his body makes people feel a sense of awe and kneeling down in their hearts.

But what happened to that scene just now?

Why did Ziyun Zhenren suddenly appear and hug her?

"I'm aware of the evil spirits in the mountains following you, so I'll do this."

As if seeing through what Feng Wuxin was thinking, Ziyun Zhenren said the scene outside Mingzheng Hall and explained why he hugged Feng Wuxin in his arms.

"Evil evil spirit? Will there be evil spirits in Diyun Mountain?"

After Ziyun Zhenren said this, Feng Wuxin had nothing to care about, but another question appeared in his heart again.

Where is Diyun Mountain? Evil evil spirits even appear.

"That is natural. The yin and yang of heaven and earth are mutually generated and restrained. Any yin evil must be under the qi of the positive and yang."

Ziyun Zhenren talked about the natural rules of the Taoist law of heaven and earth, and explained to Feng Wuxin why there were evil spirits in Diyun Mountain.

The world is vast, not only humans exist. The birds flying in the sky, the deer running on the ground, and the fish swimming in the water are all creatures that are naturally bred. But since there are creatures, there are dead spirits.
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