"Oh, it turns out that the person in charge sent the boy to give me a blow on purpose!" Liangchen suddenly laughed when he heard this.
"How dare you! The tea has boiled. Please invite the Sword Master inside." The man holding the bow appeared at the door of the attic, shaking a paper fan.
After not seeing each other for several years, the Palmist's aura is even more mysterious. I wonder if he has made a breakthrough after integrating the Star Formation Technique.
The two of them were like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, walking into the tea room on the second floor of the attic while chatting and laughing.
The decoration of the tea room is minimal, with a long sandalwood table in the center and four chairs. A copper kettle on the stove next to it is steaming.
There is a wall-to-wall bookcase connected to the beams on the east side. The cabinet is filled with all kinds of books. Several pots of gold-rimmed orchids are placed in several compartments. Other than that, there is nothing else in the room.
"Try my collection." The two sat down, and the person in charge opened a porcelain bottle, and a refreshing fragrance of tea instantly lingered on the tip of the nose.
"Good tea!" Liangchen sniffed it gently, feeling refreshed and looking forward to it.
The tea was put into the pot, and as soon as the boiling water was poured, mist curled up, lingering like clouds and mist, and finally gathered above the two people's heads for a long time.
The person holding the string remained motionless and did not cover the lid, letting the steam rise.
After half a cup of tea, two feet of steaming mist had already accumulated on the roof of the small tea room.
At this moment, Zhang Xiancai put the lid on the pot and poured a bowl for Liangchen and himself.
Liangchen gently picked up the tea bowl and was about to sip the tea, but was slightly startled and slowly raised his head.
I saw the thick mist above my head flowing gently, like a vast sea slowly spreading out. Somewhere in it, it rolled and condensed into the shape of a peak, like a fairy mountain left in the world.
The fairy mountain is looming, with floating clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, accompanied by the flowing clouds and the sea at the foot of the mountain, it is like a peerless picture!
"It's interesting! The aura of tea fragrance can actually condense on its own, which is eye-opening!" Upon seeing this, Liangchen smiled softly and praised.
"Good tea!" He blew again, took a slow sip, and suddenly looked shocked!
Although he only took a small sip, the spiritual energy in the tea rushed into his mouth like a river and the sea poured into his mouth, making him almost unable to believe it.
"What kind of tea is this? It's so magical!" Liangchen asked after taking another sip.
"The name of this tea is Yunxianhai. It comes from the Piaomiao Peak of the East China Sea. It is the first of the three spiritual teas in the East China Sea. It is named because the spiritual energy is like the sea. After boiling, it can reveal the misty spiritual peaks again." Seeing Liangchen's surprised expression, he palmed his hand. The stringer was a little proud and introduced with a smile.
"It is indeed the best spiritual tea!" Liangchen raised his head and drank up the spiritual tea in the bowl. Then he looked at the ethereal fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist above his head. He was in a trance, as if he was in the boundless sea.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" After a long time, he praised again.
"It's a great honor to be praised by the Sword Master." The person in charge poured another cup for Liangchen, and also picked up the spiritual tea and tasted it slowly.
After drinking several bowls, Liangchen finally put down his tea cup and spoke slowly: "It's been several years since we last said goodbye. I'm here today. I believe you have guessed my purpose."
"Haha, the Sword Master came with the order, naturally for the art of traveling through time and space." The man in charge nodded with a smile.
"The last adventure was too sudden, and I was not prepared for it, so I asked the person holding the string to cast the spell again to make me give up." Liangchen said.
"It's the same whether you're prepared or not. If you're looking for a needle in a haystack, is there any difference between looking for it once and twice?" The person in charge asked back.
"Haha! Please cast a spell and let me catch it again!" Liangchen said with an expectant smile.
"It doesn't matter, as long as there is a chance, no one will give up." The man holding the string did not say much, waved his long sleeves, and the precious mirror appeared again in his hand.
The silver light of the treasure mirror shines brightly, like a bright moon. On the edge of the mirror are clusters of mysterious runes, like clouds and mist. When they appear, there are violent spatial fluctuations, making it difficult to look directly at them.
"Do you want me to say the rules again?" the leader asked.
"No need." Liangchen shook his head.
"Then please Sword Master protect Yuan Yi and calm down!"
Liangchen's face immediately changed after hearing the sound, and he recalled the magnificent deep sea again in his mind.
“Slowly enjoy the fireworks and stroll through the lantern alley,
Don’t pick the stars in the sky, just ask for longevity.
. . "
The person holding the strings started singing babblingly again.
The strange tune was like an extremely ancient ballad, gently echoing in Liangchen's ears.
At the same time, bursts of white light emitted from the palmer's body, and then all of them poured into the precious mirror in his hand.
The treasure mirror absorbed infinite mana and became bright and white, like a dazzling halo or a deep passage.
The halo expanded and contracted, flickering for a while, covering Liangchen in an instant.
At the same time, the mist-shrouded fairyland and sea above the head sank directly, covering the entire room.
In the midst of the steaming clouds, Liangchen's body trembled and he stopped moving.
The familiar dizziness and violent shock appeared in my mind again.
Liangchen felt his body suddenly light and heavy, and his eyes suddenly darkened and brightened again. When he opened his eyes again, the familiar salty and wet sea breeze blew through the tip of his nose again.
With the experience last time, the discomfort this time was much lighter. Although he was not as embarrassed as almost falling, he was still stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded next to him.
"Lintian?" Hearing this voice, Liangchen turned around and saw a man beside him, it was Yuan Lintian.
"Why did uncle stop suddenly?" Lintian asked.
"Uncle?" Hearing this, Liangchen looked shocked, and after another induction, he found that he was possessed by an old man.
"I..." Liangchen was about to explain, but suddenly he thought of the taboos taught by the person holding the string, and he stopped talking.
The next moment, he looked up suddenly and saw lightning, thunder, sword light flashing in a ball of colorful light dozens of miles away.
One of the figures, with body movements as strong as the wind and a rainbow as powerful as a rainbow, was fighting two colorful monsters in a fierce battle.
Who is that figure if not me? !
Time was running out and there was no time to think of other things. He raised all his magic power to its peak, and the two of them rushed towards the battle group over there like two strong winds.
When he got closer, he realized that he was at the end of his strength in the battle, and was struggling desperately in a very small thunder net. A pair of pointed-beaked colorful birds beside him exuded a terrifying aura, and they were attacking him from both sides in the net. .
He was about to step forward to help, but he saw two flowers and birds raising their heads at the same time, opening their sharp beaks, and suddenly sprayed at him who was trapped in the thunder net!
"Crack!" Two golden thunder pillars were like spears splitting the sky, shooting at Liangchen's chest and back one after another!
At the critical moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a red cauldron of fire spun out.
Vaguely, there was also a blue fire bat flying out of the cauldron, its small head opened its mouth towards one of the thunder pillars and sprayed!
"Poof!" A ball of black flames hit the golden thunder pillar head-on!
"Boom!" There was a loud roar!
The thunder pillar exploded directly on the black flames, interweaving a sea of electric light.
But the other thunder pillar was unstoppable and blasted directly towards his chest, which was surrounded by the light of stars!
At this moment, a strange spell that he had never heard of suddenly sounded in Liangchen's heart, and he blurted out as if subconsciously:
"Soul-moving substitute spell!"
Along with the spell, Liangchen felt dizzy in his head, as if something had been drained out of his mind, and as if his body had been torn apart, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest!
When he woke up again, he found a big black hole in the chest of the old man he possessed, and blood was constantly flowing.
"Uncle! You can't die!" Yuan Lintian's scream rang directly in his ears!
Liangchen was shocked, as if he was really the one who died!
