Chapter 174 The Long Sword Is Ready

Older people can be really weird sometimes.

Chen Tianfeng took out the complete tea set that he had just bought, and murmured to himself. At the same time, he was glad that when he was a god, he spent most of his time sleeping and digesting, and his mentality was still young - at least compared to Zhongli. young.

Chen Tianfeng took the tea box, opened it, judged the quality of the tea leaves, and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected of the tea chosen by Emperor Yanwang, the quality is indeed impeccable.

He recalled Ye Lan's teachings, first took out the tea leaves, put them in a tea bag, and crushed them with a mallet. Then put the broken tea leaves into the tea mortar, crush them into powder and sieve to get fine tea powder.

Then it’s time to boil water, make tea, and paint.

The movements are natural and harmonious, and completed in one go.

"Mr. Zhongli, please."

"Thank you."

Zhongli thanked him and lowered his eyes to look at the very vivid bamboo forest picture in the tea bowl, which was made of simple lines. His eyes were surprised and he praised: "My little friend actually has such tea art, it's really amazing. "

"A prize, a prize, a prize." Chen Tianfeng cupped his hands and said modestly: "Compared with that friend of mine, I only learned about half of her tea art skills."

"Friend..." Zhongli thought for a while and said clearly: "Is it the purple-haired woman who broke into your bedroom in the middle of the night?"

At that time, he thought it was a madman sent by someone, but when he took a closer look, he saw that it was Ye Lan in disguise.

"Yes, that's her."

Chen Tianfeng looked helpless.

I was sleeping well in the middle of the night when I suddenly noticed someone climbing over the courtyard wall and heading straight to the bedroom. I stood up half puzzled and half wary. I looked at it carefully and saw Kafka leaning on the door frame of the bedroom, smiling and saying: "I'm so sorry. Disturbing my husband’s sweet dream..."

Who can bear this?

Chen Tianfeng sighed, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes.

Yes, the art of making tea has not deteriorated.

If the mood strikes one day, I can make some money by opening a teahouse.

He was thinking randomly while chatting with Zhongli. He didn't ask Zhongli if there was something wrong with him having tea with him so late at night, because Zhongli probably just wanted to have tea with someone.

Wendy had done this before, kicked open his door in the middle of the night, and in his dazed eyes, she expressed joy that he had just remembered that Angel's Gift had a special discount on the midnight show today, and asked him to get dressed quickly and accompany him. go drinking.

Chen Tianfeng: "..."

I think you look like a great deal!

"Little friend? Little friend Tianfeng?"

"……ah?"

Chen Tianfeng came back to his senses and looked at Zhongli with apologetic eyes: "Sorry, sorry, I was distracted... What did Mr. Zhongli just say?"

"It doesn't matter, I came a little late."

Zhongli shook his head and didn't mind.

He looked at Chen Tianfeng, the young man scratched his hair, his eyes were smiling, and he looked gentle and harmless; he looked at the dead alien god, the gray-white giant snake had its head slightly raised, its eyes were dead, and its fangs were cold and ferocious.

"I want to know in what form the little friend will be resurrected and how much noise he will create."

"To be honest, I don't know much about it, I just have a vague feeling."

Chen Tianfeng thought for a while and affirmed: "But the movement should not be big. After all, I can only resurrect the body now, and I can't make much movement."

"Is this so..."

Zhongli was thoughtful.

"Mr. Zhongli, why are you asking this?"

Chen Tianfeng thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the long knife on his waist: "Could it be...?"

"My little friend's guess is good."

Zhongli nodded and said with a smile: "From now on, little friend, you don't have to travel with me all the time."

He paused and added: "But please understand, little friend, Liyue is too fragile and cannot withstand any major changes."

"Don't worry! Mr. Zhongli, I'm very reliable!"

Chen Tianfeng immediately patted his chest and made a promise. It looked like if it wasn't Zhongli or Yan Wang Dijun, he would have raised his finger and swore a contract to Yan Wang Dijun on the spot.

"..."

Zhongli was silent for a few seconds, without saying whether he believed it or not, and changed the topic: "My little friend, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"not yet."

Chen Tianfeng thought for a while and realized that he really didn't have anywhere he wanted to go: "Does Mr. Zhongli have any plans?"

"Well, I once told my children that there are ten beautiful scenery in Liyue Port. Now that I have seen most of them, I thought of inviting my children to visit the Feiyunpo Night Market tomorrow night to complete the list of ten. ”

Have you met most of them? Completion?

Chen Tianfeng blinked and recalled for a few seconds, frowning slightly: "Mr. Zhongli, must you have remembered wrongly? In addition to Feiyunpo Night Market, I also have Chunxiang Kiln, Yujingtai and Yujingtai. I haven't seen the house prices... Oh, the last one is missing." That’s fine.”

There is no difference whether the price is seen or not - you can't afford it anyway.

"My little friend has a really good memory."

Zhong Li gave a very serious and perfunctory compliment and said warmly: "But Chunxiang Kiln and Yujing Terrace...heh, the former requires you to accompany yourself or find someone else to accompany you, while the latter..."

He looked into Chen Tianfeng's eyes, and there was an imperceptible smile in his golden eyes: "Although Yujing Terrace is closed during this period because of the venue for the ceremony of inviting immortals, if my guess is right, I will definitely have a chance in the future. Climb the Yujing Terrace.”

Chen Tianfeng felt that Zhongli said nonsense.

There is still one month left for the Immortal Ceremony. Even if the Liyue Seven Stars collectively twitched their brains and decided to continue to seal the Yujing Terrace and monopolize the emperor's divine descending, the people of Liyue would not allow them to do such an outrageous thing.

So Yujing Terrace will be open again in a month at most. Then he will definitely go to watch the ceremony of inviting immortals. If Zhongli still retires as planned, he can also see the spectacular scene of "a dragon falling from the sky" - it would be a pity to miss such a good show.

At that time, I should take a video recorder to record the famous scene of "Emperor's assassination" and invite Mr. Zhongli to watch it repeatedly... Chen Tianfeng thought so, but his face did not show any expression. He smiled and nodded, and admired Mr. Zhongli's foresight.

Zhongli glanced at him, thinking that he had not guessed his thoughts. He made an appointment and chatted for a few more words before getting up and saying goodbye.

At the same time,

Qunyu Pavilion.

Ningguang held a pen, staring at the unfolded map, and added another mark on the map.

Ye Lan stroked his chin, his eyes followed the handwriting, and finally stopped at a certain place, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Guiliyuan?"

The Fatui who left Liyue Harbor in pieces these days, the last place to gather was actually Guiliyuan?

What are they going there for?

"It seems that there is something very important to these Fatui in Guiliyuan."

Is it the earth vein or the remnant of the demon god?

Ningguang pondered, took a breath, and made a decision: "No matter what it is, waiting is not a good idea. Yelan, I'll trouble you to make a trip."

"You say."

"Take the token, go to the Qianyan Army camp outside the city, gather the troops, and set off for Guiliyuan early tomorrow morning."

Ningguang stared at the location of Guiliyuan on the map, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "It is not Liyue's habit to be beaten passively. When we get there, we will say that the Qianyan Army intends to suppress bandits in Guiliyuan. In order to avoid misunderstandings, please ask those Fatui to lay down their weapons and cooperate with Liyue's work."

"What if they don't cooperate?" Yelan had a smile in her eyes.

"Then there will be no misunderstanding."

Tianquan said calmly: "The Qianyan Army will help the Fatui who were in trouble to seek justice and eliminate the bandits who dared to pretend to be Fatui."