Chapter 1948 Old Pandaman

At Duke's level, there aren't many people left who can threaten Duke.

There are many capable people in the world of Azeroth, and there are so many people to look up to or be wary of.

When it comes to Pandaria, there are only two beings that Duke can take seriously, one is Y'Shaarj, and the other is this one...

Duke stood up, patted his clothes, and made a gesture: "Be serious."

The Black Dragon MM and Vashchi, who were a little lazy just a moment ago, suddenly became serious and tidied Duke's clothes nervously and methodically.

Duke easily crossed the portal, and the next second he appeared at Sunny Peak in Kun-Lai Summit.

It's not as cold as Northrend. Standing on the peak of Pandaria, which is wrapped in white snow, you can still feel a chill.

The cold had no meaning to Duke, who had the body of a demigod. What's more, Duke, as the Lord of the Elements, can control any of the four free elements in the world of Azeroth.

The frost element here just sensed Duke's presence and already happily lingered around Duke to form a small ice tornado. It's just that this ice tornado is very slow, and the naked eye can easily catch the dust and snow particles carried by the wind.

Duke didn't care about the condition of the elements. From the beginning, all his attention was attracted by the old panda man opposite who was leaning on a cane, had kind eyes, and extremely long white eyebrows and beard.

He clearly looked like an old panda man, but even though he was a little hunched over, Duke couldn't help but look at him with a natural aura of harmony between heaven and man, as if he was completely integrated with heaven and earth.

Normally, every animal that is independent of the planet's natural environment has an aura that is completely different from plants. This person's aura doesn't look like an animal at all, no, it doesn't even look like a living thing.

It just gave Duke a natural and harmonious feeling.

"Oh hahaha! Sir, the ability to control the elements is really great. That's just right. Please forgive me, old Meng Lang. If you have the leisure, why not sit down and have a cup of tea, and then listen to me tell a little story?" Old Pandaman Grinning, and then, as if by magic, he conjured two mats, a low coffee table, and finally a tea set.

"Dear guest, please take a seat."

Sitting, of course, does not mean sitting cross-legged, or sitting down directly with your legs spread.

If Duke does this, the other party will certainly not blame him, but will just treat him as a pure foreigner.

As a modern time traveler, to be honest, Duke knows the rules of this thing, but he just doesn't want to do it. In the end, Duke did as the Romans did.

Kneel down!

A very celestial sitting posture.

Although this was the first time for Duke, he had watched so many costume TV dramas, had a system to help him review his performance, and had amazing control over his body after obtaining the body of a demigod. Duke knelt down Sitting up, he actually looked presentable.

"Oh? Your distinguished guest seems to know a lot about Pandaren culture?" the old Pandaren asked with a smile.

"I understand a little! I understand a little!" Duke said humbly.

The old panda didn't bother him and started making tea directly.

Slightly different from Duke’s known method of making tea, the old panda man’s way of making tea is more ancient:

It is obviously the simplest cup to wash with boiling water, but under the huge black bear's paw, it is extremely light and graceful, with the elegant feeling of a fairy like a white crane bathing.

What came out with a spoon from the tea can was already ground tea powder. As soon as I opened the tea can, I could already smell a faint fragrance.

After picking out a small amount of tea powder, pour it into a tea cup and mix it with a small amount of boiling water to make a thick paste.

Then he held the pot and ordered tea into the tea cup...

The whole set of movements was done smoothly and in perfect harmony.

Duke sat here as if he was watching a god-level performance.

Not long after, the tea bowl with a diameter of 15 cm in front of Duke contained a bowl of tea soup that was evenly colored and swirled gently.

"please--"

Duke holds the bowl in both hands, touches the tea bowl in front of him, and uses a small amount of wind element to gather the aroma of strong tea into the breeze and send it into his nostrils.

The aroma is strong at first, but after smelling it for a long time, there is a lingering feeling of light fragrance lingering around the nose.

This feeling is really magical.

Smell first, taste later.

Really excellent!

Duke was a rough guy before he traveled through time. Tea tasting and the like were not skills a college student should have. He couldn't tell which place was better.

This lip-smacking tea flavor definitely doesn’t lie.

"This tea, old man... is so profound!" Duke made this comment after searching through his poor tea ceremony memory.

"Oh hahaha! If I didn't know Mr.'s origin specifically, I would prefer to call him Mr. Du according to the custom of the panda people - because I always feel that his surname should be Du Mingke." The old panda smiled. Said: "Of course, if sir finds this offensive, may I continue to address you as Mr. Marcus?"

Duke, who had already been mentally prepared, took a sip of tea calmly without any psychological fluctuations. After putting down the tea bowl with both hands, he took out a handkerchief, wiped the tea powder from the corner of his mouth, and then spoke.

"The name is just a code name. Since Emperor Shaohao is an old man from thousands of years ago, no matter how you call me, I will be happy with it."

That's right!

The old panda man in front of him is actually Shaohao, the last emperor of the pandaren.

Some people may ask, isn't Emperor Shaohao dead?

This... this magical world of Azeroth can be resurrected by corpses after death, and the ancient gods can fake corpses after they die.

How could Emperor Shaohao split the entire continent ten thousand years ago and cover the entire Pandaria with mist? Such a bunker guy, is he really dead and has no will left?

Du Mooke was the first to not believe it.

Emperor Shaohao smiled: "If you weren't so human-like, I would have regarded you as a panda with the most complete and great heritage."

"you flatter me!"

You are the panda! Your whole family is a panda!

Pooh! Why does it feel like I'm not swearing?

Duke, who kept complaining in his heart, suddenly lost his temper again.

"You and your alliance are too powerful, so powerful that my people and I are extremely afraid of you. When you invite us Pandaren to join the alliance, my people and I have to be cautious. After all, we are joining a powerful cross-race alliance. Body, it’s easy…”

"Been swallowed till all the bones are left?" Duke smiled.

"It seems that you really understand the Pandaren culture. This is what I am most gratified about. The folk customs and living habits of our Pandaren are quite different from the existing races in the Alliance. Pandaria has countless powerful races. I and my Our ancestors spent countless years but failed to integrate them into an equal and peaceful organization. And differences in culture and ideology are the most likely to cause conflicts and even wars." Emperor Shaohao sighed.