The aroma of tea overflowed and soon filled the entire quiet room. Looking down, the leaves are floating in the cup, just like exposed wooden leaves, light and clear, and like green flakes in the rain, swaying with the waves.
"This Qingming Yuqian is secretly made from the Qingming Yuqian leaves of the 500-year-old green pine tea. It is paired with my back mountain Liquan. It can be regarded as a top-quality tea. If you feel uneasy, just one sip can calm your mind. Come."
With that said, Sheng Qingyao gently pushed the teacup in front of Ye Ling.
Ye Ling didn't say thank you, just picked up the cup and took a sip. Although the tea was fragrant, he didn't want to taste it.
"How?" Sheng Qingyao looked forward to it.
Ye Ling put down the tea cup expressionlessly and said, "People in the countryside cannot taste the quality of tea. Instead of drinking this bitter thing, it is better to drink wine to feel more comfortable."
After saying that, Ye Ling took out a jar of Zuiyun Brewing from the jade finger, patted the sealing mud open, raised his head and drank.
The smell of wine immediately covered up the smell of tea, causing Qiu Yu to slightly wrinkle her small nose. Qing Lan was even more disgusted with Ye Ling, with a look of displeasure on her face.
Sheng Qingyao picked up the tea cup with a smile and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter what you drink, what matters is who you drink it with. If the person is wrong, a thousand cups will be tasteless; if the person is right, the tea will be drunk. It seems that in your heart, there is no one who can drink it." Someone who drinks tea with you.”
Ye Ling sneered: "Since you know, why bother asking for trouble?"
"You guys are so ignorant!" Qinglan was furious and said: "My sister is not worthy of you in any way. Just because of your desolate appearance, you are still so arrogant!"
"Lan'er!"
Sheng Qingyao shouted softly, not allowing her to talk any more.
Ye Ling laughed at himself indifferently: "How can I be worthy of the Holy Lady? Although I am not a gentleman, I am also magnanimous. How can I compare to the cruel and vicious Saintess!"
"How dare you humiliate Sister Yao like this? Look at me..."
Qinglan was about to have another attack, but was stopped by Sheng Qingyao's eyes.
Sheng Qingyao stood up and said, "It's up to you, but you are in my hands now. If you speak rudely to me again, I will strip you naked and throw you on the bed. I'll see if you are tough-talking or something else." The place is harder!”
Seeing Sheng Qingyao's strange look, Ye Ling turned his head away in anger and poured wine down his throat, trying to numb himself.
Sheng Qingyao looked at Ye Ling's panic and smiled proudly. This was the effect she wanted, and then turned and left with joy.
Qiu Yu and Qing Lan stopped caring about Ye Ling and exited the gong room.
Ye Ling drank a whole jar of Zuiyun Brew, rolled his eyes, took out two more jars and drank them all until the room smelled of alcohol. Then he fell asleep with an empty jar in his arms. He could hear the sound even through the wall. to his thunderous snoring.
Qinglan, who was standing in the living room, couldn't help but curled her lips and said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well tonight! This kind of thing about men is really strange. How could Sister Yao like it?"
Qiu Yuan smiled, seeming to find it interesting.
As the dusk fell, Sheng Qingyao sat on her bed and meditated. The two maids also went back to their rooms to practice. When the moon rose in the atrium, the hall became quiet, and even the snoring had long since disappeared.
In the darkness, a breeze blew past the window lattice, making a series of sounds.
Qinglan yawned and walked out, closed the window, and then went to look at the palace door. Unexpectedly, a gap opened at some point. She thought to herself that it was not good, and hurried to the martial arts room, only to see Ye Ling lying on the bed. He was still drunk on the ground and looked ugly in his sleep.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but frowned again, thinking to herself: "I really don't know what Sister Yao sees in him."
Thinking in her mind, Qinglan turned around and came to the entrance of the palace, opened the door and walked out, looking at the moonlight and the lights on the main peak in the distance. Because it will be the leader’s birthday in a few days, and everyone is celebrating it, so the disciples are rushing to organize the celebration day and night.
From this point of view, it seems that a maid like her who only serves the saint is the most idle errand, and she can't help but smile secretly.
After standing for a while, she went back into the hall and closed the door. Worried that Ye Ling would escape, he waved his sleeves and set up a restriction, and then he went back to rest with peace of mind.
Little did they know that at this moment, there were only three empty wine jars left in the palace, and Ye Ling had disappeared.
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The night breeze was gentle, and Ye Ling took advantage of the moonlight to go down the mountain. His cultivation was banned, so he couldn't exert the full power of Xuantian's afterimage, so he had to run on the ground.
Fortunately, no one else lives on the mountain where the Saintess' Palace is located, except Sheng Qingyao and the other three. This is why Sheng Qingyao dared to take Ye Ling to Islam. So Ye Ling doesn't have to worry about being discovered by others.
After running all the way down, when they almost reached the foot of the mountain, Ye Ling hurriedly stopped and looked ahead. He scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and immediately discovered the restriction. If it was touched easily, his whereabouts might be exposed.
Therefore, Ye Ling stopped and thought about countermeasures.
His cultivation meridians were blocked, so it was difficult to mobilize the Tao power in his Dantian, let alone the surrounding spiritual energy. After thinking hard, he came up with a method that might be effective.
Ye Ling pulled out the wooden sword with his backhand, took out a bottle of Huiling Pill from the jade finger, poured it all into his mouth, and a burst of spiritual energy immediately overflowed.
Ye Ling mobilized his spiritual power and struggled to follow a narrow meridian to his arm. Then the wooden sword resonated with it, and the sword energy hidden in the sword's edge burst out, slashing forward like the waning moon in the sky.
"boom--"
With a sound, the restriction cracked and shattered. Ye Ling jumped out of the barrier, found a direction and walked away.
At the same time, at the moment when the restraint was attacked, Sheng Qingyao, who was meditating on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and appeared at the door of the martial arts room like the wind passing by.
But there were only a few empty wine jars on the ground, and Ye Ling was nowhere to be seen.
Turning around and coming to the door of the main hall, Sheng Qingyao frowned slightly. The door was blocked but was not destroyed. How did Ye Ling escape?
When Sheng Qingyao was wondering, Qiu Yu, who was practicing in the room like her, came out wearing clothes and asked: "Sister Yao, what happened?"
"Yu'er, did you set the restriction on this door?"
Qiu Yu shook her head and said, "I went back to my room after dusk. It wasn't Yu'er who did it. It should have been set up by Sister Qinglan!"
As she spoke, Qiu Yu turned back to Qinglan's room and woke up the sleeping little girl.
Qinglan rubbed her eyes and saw that Sheng Qingyao's face was not good-looking. She suddenly woke up and said quickly: "I set this restriction. What's wrong?"
Sheng Qingyao waved his sleeves and the restriction was broken. He turned around and asked, "When did you set it up?"
"About the time when I was ugly, I felt the night breeze coming into the palace, so I went to close the window. Seeing that the palace door was open, I went to the palace room specially, but the smelly... Mr. Ye was still sleeping soundly, so I came back and closed the palace door. This ban has been put in place.”
Hearing this, Sheng Qingyao hurriedly asked: "When you closed the palace door, Ye Ling was still in the palace? What else did you do after that?"
Qinglan thought for a while and said: "When I came back to close the palace door, I saw the main peak was brightly lit, so I went out to take a look, but it was only for a short time and I came back soon. Did something happen?"
As soon as these words came out, Sheng Qingyao immediately became concerned and hurriedly chased him out. She knew in her heart that Ye Ling's cultivation level was blocked at the moment, and he would definitely encounter danger while walking in the sect, and she had to find him immediately.
On the other hand, she also wondered how Ye Ling could break her restrictions when he lost his cultivation.
Seeing Sheng Qingyao running out in a hurry, Qiu Yu was very puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with Sister Yao?"
Qinglan Bingxue was smart and reacted immediately. She ran to the martial arts room and took a look. Sure enough, she saw that there was no one inside. She quickly shouted: "That bastard ran away. Let's go help Sister Yao catch him back!"
The two maids hurriedly ran back to the room to get dressed and then walked out.
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But he said that although this small world does not occupy a large area, it is difficult for Ye Ling, whose cultivation is blocked, to go very far with just two feet.
He knew in his heart that Sheng Qingyao already knew the moment the restriction at the foot of the mountain was broken, so he needed to find a place to hide first, and then find a way out of here.
The roads in this sect are complicated. When Ye Ling first arrived, he quickly lost his way and hid in a mountain forest. There was a roar from behind, and a tiger covered in crystal purple suddenly rushed out and showed its fangs at Ye Ling.
After all, this monster has the cultivation level of Qingyou Realm. Ye Ling was not afraid at first, but now he has no choice but to run away.
Fortunately, with Xuantian Remnant's movement skills, he could generate wind with his steps, and when he ran, the monster couldn't catch up for a while.
Ye Ling was now in a forbidden state, relying solely on his physical strength and leg strength to race against the monsters, and he was actually able to win reliably, which surprised him.
But running in such a panic, not knowing the direction, running around randomly, and soon Ye Ling was completely lost.
Not only that, this man and a tiger shuttled through the mountain forest, which also alarmed other monsters. In an instant, the sounds of dragons and tigers roared, making the Holy Spirit believers living around them confused and confused.
Seeing the sky gradually getting brighter, Ye Ling ran to a terraced hillside and hid behind a fence to hide himself.
The few monster beasts that chased them nearby barked a few times in this direction for some unknown reason, then turned and left. It seems that there is something terrible here that makes them afraid to approach.
In any case, after escaping the pursuit, Ye Ling let out a sigh of relief, turned around and saw a human face coming into view.
Ye Ling was so frightened that he immediately screamed, stepped back and knocked down the fence.
The man quickly stretched out his fingers in front of his mouth and whispered: "Keep your voice down, don't wake up my lovely children!"
Ye Ling calmed down a little and looked at it carefully again, only to see that the face turned out to be that of an old man: "
The silver hair is as broken as snow and fluttering on the shoulders, dancing in the wind. Wrinkles can hide the water of three rivers, and the complexion is as good as a June flower. Wearing barnacles green and green, wearing a bamboo hat to block the sun, I dared to ask the old man how he made a living, and bowed down to the fields. "
Seeing that it was a human being and seeing that he didn't mean any harm, Ye Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to ask, but the old man covered his mouth and whispered in Ye Ling's ear: "You little bastard, I told you, keep your voice down, otherwise you will be guilty of disturbing my lovely children. You are not allowed to talk anymore, do you understand?"
Ye Ling nodded quickly and breathed air again.
He stood up, patted the dust on his body, and wanted to speak again, but this time he was cautious and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "May I ask this senior, where are your lovely children?"
The old man pointed casually and said, "Look, these are my children."
