"Friends come from far away… "
Zhou Changmei said something with a smile, and Fang Jie took the last half of the sentence: "It's very tangled."
Zhou Changmei didn't know what to say when the words stuck behind him. Mu Xianjun, who was sitting next to him, kept his head down to suppress the inexplicable irritability and anger in his heart, and he felt even more uncomfortable when he heard Fang Jie speak like this. It's just that it has become a habit for him to show others with a gentle and virtuous appearance for so many years. So when he raised his head, there was already a friendly and gentle smile on his face.
"Grandpa is waiting here, so you don't have to worry about many things."
He clasped his fists together: "My father heard that the father-in-law may have come to Dongjiang, but he still refused to believe it, so he let me and Uncle Zhou come to have a look. If the father-in-law really came here, I, the Mu family, should treat me. The reason I didn't show up rashly because I was afraid of disturbing the father-in-law's business, but I didn't expect the news of the father-in-law to get it so quickly, and the strength of the Black Banner Army really lives up to its reputation."
These words sound very polite, but in fact, they are not telling Fang Jie that no matter how strong the Black Banner Army is, this is the eastern border, not the southwest. You'd better be honest when you get here, and don't make any trouble.
"It's a private matter, so at first I didn't intend to bother Mu's residence. I wanted to take advantage of the safety of the Southwest to accompany my wife to go home and visit my father. I didn't think that I would disturb the Duke just after getting off the boat. It would be impolite."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Later, I will visit Duke Ning at the residence."
Zhou Changmei said: "In this case, we can go back and have an explanation with Mu Guogong. The Mu family has always been hospitable. If Mu Guogong knows that you are here, he will be very happy. He loves to make friends with heroes, and you have heard about him for a long time. Daming, I have always admired him, but we are separated by thousands of miles, and we have never met each other. Now that we have arrived in Eastern Border this time, the Mu Mansion will naturally do our best to be a landlord."
"Thanks in advance."
Fang Jie stood up and wanted to pour tea for the two of them. Zhou Changmei also stood up and said: "My grandfather has a prominent status, how can I be so tired that my grandfather pours the tea himself? I'll do it myself."
Fang Jie smiled: "I came to this gazebo first, I am the host, and you two are the guests. How can guests make tea by themselves?"
He picked up the teapot to pour tea for Zhou Changmei, Zhou Changmei's eyes froze slightly, he secretly used his internal energy to focus on one point, trying to seal the teapot spout to prevent the water from flowing out, if Fang Jie poured tea but the tea did not come out, it would naturally make Fang Xie very upset lose face. Zhou Changmei has a very high status in the Penglai Sect. Although he is far behind Su Yang in terms of cultivation, he is still a first-class master in the sect. He is Su Yang's younger brother, and compared to Su Yang, he is much more anxious.
The power of inner strength spread in front of him, Zhou Changmei smiled and politely waited for Fang Jie to make a fool of himself.
Mu Xianjun knew Zhou Changmei's tricks, and he had been in the Penglai Sect for so many years and he also knew the temperament of his uncle. The Penglai Sect takes chivalry as its purpose, and its disciples often do good deeds, so the fishermen along the coast all call the Penglai Sect the Immortal Sect. In the eyes of the fishermen, such a group of practitioners with great supernatural powers are already like immortals, and they are more respectful if they can act chivalrously.
But that's just the surface.
Although Penglai Island is not small, most of the island is occupied by a Penglai mountain, and the rest of the island cannot be cultivated. The climate on the sea is changeable, and there are often winds and waves. Even if some food and vegetables are grown, they cannot survive. So over the years, most of Penglaizong's living needs have been purchased from fishermen on land.
The previous head teachers were pure-hearted and ascetic, it didn't matter whether they ate well or not, and the higher their cultivation, the lower their need for food. At that time, there were not many disciples under the sect, even if there was no income, at least they could barely make ends meet. The previous head teachers of the Penglai Sect pursued tranquility and nature. They had a hard life, but they enjoyed this pure practice life the most.
After arriving in Suyang as the head teacher, he intends to develop the Penglai sect, but lack of money is the biggest obstacle. Even if he can attract a large number of people to learn the art with his cultivation, what do these people eat and drink
Although Su Yang intended to make friends with powerful people, Mu Guangling also gave a large amount of money after sending Mu Xianjun to the Penglai Sect, but this was not enough for a head teacher who wanted to make the Penglai Sect flourish.
The one who came to solve this problem for the sect was Zhou Changmei.
Mu Xianjun knew very well what kind of temperament this uncle was, and the four words of cruelty and cruelty could never fully describe it. During the day, he is a fairy man who kills harm for the common people. On the vast sea, he does not know how many fishing boats were in danger and were rescued by Zhou Changmei. At night, he instructed his disciples to sneak into the land, plundered the caravans, and robbed the rich gentry.
Even among so many murders outside Muping City in the south, many of them are inseparably related to him.
Mu Pingquan is a businessman who comes to buy goods, and he is rich. He can get a lot of money by killing a caravan. Another advantage of choosing a wealthy businessman is that there will be no worries. In the Central Plains, although merchants are extremely rich, their status is low, even worse than that of ordinary farmers. No matter how rich you are, what is there to worry about if you have no status
So when he noticed the flow of Dao's inner energy, Mu Xianjun knew that his uncle was going to show his prestige. Although his father, Mu Guangling, repeatedly asked him not to rush the other party, he still had to show his necessary strength in Eastern Xinjiang. It would be too embarrassing if he was looked down upon by others in his own territory.
Besides, Zhou Changmei sensed Mu Xianjun's hostility towards Fang Xie.
If the Penglai Sect wants to develop, it is impossible to do without the support of the Mu Mansion. Mu Xianjun went back to the Mu Mansion this time to secretly plot to prompt Mu Guangling to raise troops, but it was actually Zhou Changmei who prompted him. If Su Yang is still a little tangled in his heart, then Zhou Changmei has been deeply stuck in it from the beginning, and can't get out again.
nobility, wealth, status
By the time these words start filling a man's mind, the chances are that the man is insane. Especially when a person who had to be ascetic in the first half of his life because of the sect's precepts finally tasted the taste of power in the second half of his life, then this taste would make him addicted and poisoned.
So Zhou Changmei knew very well that his future fate had long been inseparable from the Mu family. If you want to have a good future, you must do things for the Mu family. And Mr. Mu Xian is the helm of the Mu Mansion in the future. If the Mu Mansion raises troops in the future and eventually seizes the world, then Mr. Mu Xian will be the prince. After Mu Guangling's death, Mu Xianjun became the emperor.
Since Zhou Changmei sensed Mu Xianjun's hostility towards Fang Xie, he naturally wanted to help him.
As for Mu Xianjun, he just needs to wait and see the joke.
…
...Zhou Changmei squinted his eyes and looked at the spout, expecting to see the deflated expression on Fang Jie's face in the next second.
Wow
The steaming hot tea flowed smoothly from the spout of the pot, and the aroma of the tea wafted out with the hot steam, which made people feel refreshed. I have to say that this is definitely a rare tea treasure. A person with a prominent family like Mu Xianjun knows the way of tea better, so he can tell immediately that if this tea is sold in the Qingping and prosperous times... it will be worth hundreds of dollars. gold.
"please."
Fang Jie smiled and made a gesture of invitation, signaling Zhou Changmei to have a drink. The wine is full and the tea is half full, this is the way of hospitality.
Zhou Chang's brows tightened slightly, Fang Jie resolved his embarrassment lightly, which shows that Fang Jie's cultivation is also extremely good. He glanced at Mu Xianjun, then smiled with a twitching corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Lord, for the tea."
He picked up the glass to say thanks.
Also just think about it.
Because he couldn't lift the cup from the stone table at all, and with his cultivation base, there was nothing he could do! As if the cup had been cast into a stone table, it remained motionless. If he uses it again, the cup will be broken, even breaking the stone table is not a problem for Zhou Changmei, but in this case, the situation will be completely lost.
"how?"
Fang Jie glanced at Zhou Changmei: "What's the name of this person? Could it be that I didn't pour enough tea?"
Zhou Changmei's face was a little red, and he didn't want to let go of the hand holding the teacup: "Caomin Zhou Changmei is the servant of the young master..."
"oh."
Fang Jie snorted, "That's why I messed up priorities. I should respect the young man first. I'm sorry, but please pass this cup of tea to the young man."
The veins on the back of Zhou Changmei's hand were already exposed, and he knew very well that if he put in a little more force, the cup would definitely shatter. But this teacup can't be lifted, and this noodle can't be taken back.
"I'll just do it myself."
Seeing Zhou Changmei's embarrassment, Mu Xianjun smiled and stretched out his hand: "My uncle knows me best and knows that I don't like hot tea. I always drink tea warm, so he wants to let it go for a while. Pass it to me. However, today’s tea was given by Lord Zhen Guo, how can I not drink it?”
Zhou Chang blushed and let go of his hands, and immediately carried them behind his back.
Mu Xianjun stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch the teacup, Fang Jie suddenly smiled: "If you're not thirsty, then put it away first."
He picked up the second cup and put it in front of Zhou Changmei: "Come on, let me offer you a toast. We met for the first time today but we are like friends. Regardless of status or status, we are friends, so I also want to respect you."
Seeing him pouring tea again, Zhou Changmei's face immediately changed, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved it: "The father-in-law has a noble status, and the grass-roots people really can't afford it."
At this time, Mu Xianjun's expression suddenly changed!
Only then did he see that Zhou Changmei's palms were red and red, especially the pads of the five fingers had no skin and were bloody. The palm of the hand was scorched and black, and there was a smell of burnt meat.
His hand, which had already been stretched out to grab the teacup, paused suddenly, and stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.
"Don't drink?"
Fang Jie shook his head: "That's a pity for this good cup of tea."
"Please trouble the young master to tell Ning Guogong after I go back. I will definitely come to visit me when I finish my housework. I still have some things to deal with today, so I won't accompany you two."
He stretched out his hand, and Shen Qingfan who was sitting behind him slowly got up, put his hand in Fang Jie's palm, and the two turned and left.
From the eyes of passers-by, the man in a black shirt is chic and suave, and the woman's color is as beautiful as a fairy, they are really a perfect match.
But in Mu Xianjun's eyes, the backs of those two people are so eye-catching.
"sorry… "
Zhou Changmei was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up, looking at his almost useless hands, his eyes flustered: "I didn't expect this person to be so strong, this cup was fused with his inner strength and the stone table, as if it was fired together Similarly, if you pick up the cup, I am afraid that even the stone table will be shattered together."
Mu Xianjun's complexion kept changing, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Walk!"
He snorted coldly, turned and walked out. After walking a few steps, he found that Zhou Changmei hadn't followed. Looking back, he saw Zhou Changmei's painful expression.
"Go... can't go..."
Zhou Changmei groaned in pain, his body trembling. Mu Xianjun's complexion changed drastically. He was surprised to find that Zhou Changmei's boots had burned out at some point, and his feet were so black that they seemed to be sunken into the ground. How much flesh and blood shed. Mu Xianjun understood in an instant that Fang Jie must have melted the ground under Zhou Changmei's feet with his inner strength, and Zhou Changmei endured it forcefully in order not to lose face!
He didn't know how high the temperature needed to melt the green bricks was, but he knew that Fang Jie's move must be extremely mysterious. The green bricks were melted very quickly, so Zhou Changmei's boots were all burned, and before his feet were destroyed, Fang Jie quickly cooled down the green bricks, the speed of true energy conversion is shocking!
"Little Grandpa... are you... all right."
Zhou Changmei pointed at Mu Xianjun and asked.
Mu Xianjun was surprised for a moment, thinking that you have been hurt like this, and you actually asked me if I was okay? One hand was almost crippled, and two feet were almost crippled. If someone wanted to, Zhou Changmei had already died once!
But he suddenly felt something was wrong, subconsciously lowered his head to look, this glance, almost knocked out of his wits.
There was a very small hole in the clothes around his heart, like a grain of rice.
Mu Xianjun looked through it quickly, and found that his coat and underwear had been punctured, but there was no scar on his heart.
His face turned extremely pale in an instant, and he sat down on the ground in a slump. After a while, he looked towards the direction where Fang Jie and the stunning woman had left, the hatred in his eyes faded, because there was a little more fear in them.