Dongdongdongdongdong (knocking the door)

“The door is not locked.”

Anbei pushed the door open and came in: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Deputy Director Qian Chongchen nodded.

Anbei looked around and said, "Teacher, why is your room so cool? Is the air conditioner turned on?"

Qian Chongchen sighed: "The firewood is quiet and it will be cool."

An Bei couldn't help but smile. He knew what his teacher was talking about. Because of the renovating the dormitory, so many years have passed, and his salary has not increased at once. It's quite interesting to think about it carefully.

Qiankun raised his hand: "Sit down."

Anbei sat obediently opposite Qian Chongjun.

He respected Money from the bottom of his heart because he felt that Money might be the person in the whole Federation who knows the most profound knowledge of the ancient gods. No matter what questions he asked, Money could answer them one or two, and it was well-founded, not just making up for it.

The ancient gods are dangerous creatures. Every time you know them a little more, you can reduce the danger of contacting them in the future. So Anbei is very grateful to Qian Zhongchen for his careful teaching.

Anbei's eyes were brightly waiting for Qian Chongchen to speak, but Qian Chongchen seemed to be completely unaware of it. He slowly bent down and took out a set of tea sets from the coffee table.

An Bei's eyes suddenly became solemn. He suddenly realized that Qian Chongjun called him here this time, which should be important things to discuss, otherwise he would not have such courtesy. So he was not impatient at all, his expression and posture were more respectful, and he silently waited for Qian Chongjun to make tea.

The room became quiet and the sound of water was particularly clear.

Boiling water at about 80 degrees flew from the spout into the cover bowl, soaking the slightly cool cup body, then pouring the water inside into the righteous cup, and then pouring the water from the righteous cup into two tea cups.

This step is called a thermos.

Qian Chongchen silently poured the water from several tea cups into the water bowl, then picked up a bamboo slice containing a little tea leaves, and used a golden teaspoon to push the tea leaves on it into the covered bowl.

This step is called tea throwing.

After pouring tea, pour water again. White smoke floated from the cover bowl, and the rich tea fragrance overflowed from the cover bowl and quickly spread to every corner of the room. The tea flavor of tea brewed in the head is too strong and should not be drunk, so Money poured the cup of tea into the water bowl.

This step is called washing tea.

By this time, most of the tea-making process had passed, but the money was still silent, which made An Bei feel very depressed.

What exactly does the teacher want to say?

Anbei's calm heart began to feel a little anxious.

As if he noticed Anbei's anxious mood, Qian Chongchen finally spoke: "Anbei, have I told you before that tea is actually a kind of sacrifice to ancient gods?"

An Bei was stunned for a moment: "No."

Qian said slowly: "Some ancient gods love to drink tea, so they set tea as their own sacrifices so that believers can pick the best tea leaves to worship themselves. If the ancient gods cannot satisfy them, the believers will be inserted into the tea tree by the ancient gods."

An Bei frowned: "This is too cruel."

Qian Chongchen smiled and shook his head: "It's indeed too cruel. There are few ancient gods who treat their believers well. But ancient gods are different from their own kindness. Although they fight against each other, they are no different from the war in human history."

An Bei had a little confused in his eyes. He felt that there was something in his words because he was worried about money, but he couldn't hear it.

Qian Chongjun did not continue, but lifted the teapot and poured water into the cover bowl again. This time the tea was ready to drink. Qian Chongjun filtered the tea from the cover bowl into the righteous cup, and then used the justice cup to transfer the clear tea water that had been removed into the tea cup.

Qian Chongchen brought a teacup to Anbei.

He said gently, "Please use tea."

The physique of the gods made Anbei able to tolerate the high temperature of 80 degrees, so Anbei directly picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The tea is bitter and dark and fragrant.

Anbei exclaimed: "Good tea!"

But his face turned dark.

"Serious disciple!"

"Is this how tea is drunk?!"

Anbei shrank his head awkwardly.

Tea, isn't it still water...

Qian Chongchen sighed: "I shouldn't have made you tea. Life is already so difficult, and I have to make things difficult for myself. The world is not worth it."

An Bei smirked twice and asked, "Teacher, don't swear my appetite, what's wrong?"

Money leaned back against the sofa.

"Anbei, the Special Affairs Response Department is to be reorganized into the Shenshu Department. What do you think about this?"

Anbei scratched his head: "The name is a bit fantastic."

Qian Chongxiao stared: "What about besides this?"

An Bei said happily: "I've been promoted in disguise!"

This evil disciple...

Qian Chong rubbed his temples.

"Don't you think the Federation's intention to kill too much?"

Qian Chongchen asked, staring at An Bei's eyes.

An Bei's eyes were confused: "Is there anything wrong with killing a lot? After the ancient god recovered, he definitely wanted to develop believers, and developing believers means enslaving federal citizens. The contradiction between the two sides is irreconcilable."

Qian Chongjun shook his head: "Of course the contradiction is irreconcilable. But have you ever thought that the consequences of a full-scale war with the ancient gods may be something the Federation could not afford?"

Anbei pursed his lips.

He knew that some time ago, an ancient god who had just recovered slipped away under the nose of the Fuxi Legion and had not been caught until now. Maybe he had begun to spread faith in some corner.

An Bei thought for two seconds and argued: "The failure of Fuxi's Legion was just because the Federation wanted to capture the ancient god alive for research. If the space bomb was directly dropped, the ancient god would definitely not be able to escape."

Qian Chongchen sighed: "Even if the space bomb can kill the ancient god, how many space bombs are there in the Federation and how many warships can deploy space bombs? What if there are two-digit numbers at the same time, what should I do if the ancient god is revived on the administrative planet? Have you considered these?"

"The ancient gods shouldn't be reviving many times at once, right?" An Bei said slowly in an uncertain tone, "And I have never heard of any administrative planet with ancient god ruins?"

"There are more than 3,000 ancient god ruins that have been discovered just now, and there are still more than 20 new ones every year, so the total number of ancient gods may exceed 10,000." Qian Chongchen said in a heavy voice, "And ancient god ruins have been found on more than a dozen administrative stars."

An Bei was stunned when he heard this. These things were all things he didn't know before. If this was the case, the Federation might face the biggest challenge ever, a challenge that could subvert everything. A strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

Qian Chongchen sighed: "Do you still think it is a good thing for the Federation to be tough on the ancient god?"

An Bei struggled and said, "What if the ancient gods just recovered in scattered ways? In this way, we can defeat one by one, kill one by one, and sooner or later we will be able to kill it."

Qian Chongchen frowned: "What if not?"

Anbei finally fell silent this time.

He knew it was a foolish idea to pin his hopes on his enemies, but it was the only way he could think of to break the deadlock.

He suddenly became in a daze.

What is the purpose of the teacher telling me these things?

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The purpose is to ask for a letter and vote!

So hungry, huh!
Chapter completed!