"Mad Sword!"

Yan Chong narrowed his eyes.

Fan Changmiao's expression changed repeatedly:

"He has also reached the capital of God..."

Another building boat passed by, blocking the sight. The tides on the river were surging, as if the wind was rising.

Entering Beijing with a crazy sword!

These four words quickly spread in Shendu, and there were people talking about them on the streets and alleys. I don’t know how many enthusiasts look forward to finding out where Meng Qi stayed, and guessing his purpose of making a big fuss into Shendu.

For them, the outdoor location is too far away from themselves, and the list is real and "at within reach". They can talk a lot, and they can't say that one day they or their children will be on the list?

Therefore, the number one person who is currently in the limelight has naturally caused a sensation.

"It's just the top spot in the human list, not even a step. Why do you need to visit me personally? Send someone to invite me to make him flattered."

In Antai Building, the environment is quiet, and the rockery trees make their own world. Feng Zheng is slightly despised:

"And according to Yan Chong, he has not reached the level of He Jiu Wang Siyuan at the time."

King Zhao Yi, carrying his hands on his back, walked among the shade of the trees, and laughed in a low voice:

"How can we underestimate the first place in the human list? Today is not half a step. What will happen in three years? What will happen in five years? What will happen in ten years? Doing things need to be taken into consideration. Some things are urgent. It is the best way to prepare early."

"What's more, the Crazy Sword is not only the first in the human list. He has a close relationship with Jiang Zhiwei, the disciple of the Divine Sword of Heaven. He also has a relationship with Zizai Buddha Son. Even Zizai Buddha Son has taken action several times. Not only that, after his master Xuanbei Monk's revenge, he has achieved great enlightenment and is about to break through to the realm of Dharma body. With such a connection, he represents more than just the first in the human list!"

Feng Zheng showed a look of shock on his face when he heard this, and his heart was shocked. The Kuang Dao was now so popular, especially the Zizai Buddhist Son. He is now a personal eunuch of the King of Jin. Naturally, he knew that when many forces joined forces to covet the commercial building that day, the terrifying arrows lie across the real world, and knew the horror of Zizai Buddhist Son!

He was just a little dissatisfied with his master's attention to Su Meng so much, and he could still listen to the truth. Yes, although the emperor was not considered to be in full bloom, he was still far away from his twilight years. No one knew how long he could stay high, maybe three or five years, maybe ten years.

The first place in the previous people's list, except for the most part who died suddenly, they became outdoor locations not long after they were off the list. Among them, the best people made rapid progress and grew rapidly, such as Shang Yi, Su Wuming, Gao Lan and Han Guang. So although they are just trying to win over one person's ranking, when they need to come in handy ten years later, they may be a master!

Even if it only takes three or five years, Su Meng has become an outstanding player among the top outdoor experts!

"The prince is far-sighted..." Feng Zheng smiled.

As a personal eunuch, although he was quite wary of the prince's trust and respect for others, who would not want the master to be able to follow him?

After passing through the courtyard of Antai Tower, Zhao Yi saw a lake, mountains and waters, hidden by green trees, rarely visited by people, with only a few small buildings standing among them, all with quiet joy.

"Although it is a rockery in the fake lake, it is indeed worthy of its reputation as an Atai Tower that can occupy such a wide area in the outer city of Shendu." Zhao Yi stopped and admired the scenery.

Feng Zheng snorted: "The emperor's feet are so swaying, sooner or later, will cause trouble."

The background of Antai Building is mysterious and is said to involve some families of Shendu.

Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head, jumped over the "small lake" and walked towards the small building at the farthest end.

When he arrived at the front of the building, a waiter came out and said respectfully: "Young Master Su, please go upstairs to have tea."

Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, and he was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He also glanced at Meng Qigao. Although the two of them did not deliberately hide, they did not make a big fuss and tried to pretend to be ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng had sensed it in advance!

The waiter led the way in front, and his steps were light, which made Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng calm down.

After going upstairs, Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed into a blue-shirted Confucian robe, sat upright behind the table, three tea cups in front of him, and the copper stove next to him was slightly red.

The slowly blowing autumn wind, the picture scroll hidden by green trees, the room with bamboo fragrance, the "red" stove with spring water, the tea cup that is as green as misty rain, the elegant and diluted man, everything is so peaceful and quiet, even the long sword placed horizontally on the table has no murderous aura, making people unable to speak and break this feeling.

Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng did not make any sound, and sat down slowly. They heard a slight sound in the pot on the copper stove. They realized that it was already boiling. It was like opening the lid of the pot, and when they could see bubbles like fish eyes, floating one after another.

Meng Qi was calm in their eyes and picked up the misty and rain-colored teacup, letting them get close to the copper stove, and burning their surface.

Not long after, the sound of gurgling sounds came out, as if countless bubbles were rising from the edge, and their momentum was already fast.

Meng Qi slowly put down the teacups and arranged them in a row, with his actions that were inconsistent with the law, leisurely and contented without any impatience.

In Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi's eyes, he felt that his movements were natural, and his every move complemented the quiet place, allowing his inner impetuousness and eagerness to slowly sink.

The boiling sound was loud, and the heat came out, swaying in the white mist. Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any fireworks, and poured the water into the teacup.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The water flows like a line, like a light click. Meng Qi held the tea stew in his left hand, mixing the tea powder.

As the white mist evaporates, the tea powder rolls and surges up to the water surface, stretching out its figure in the ups and downs, either a dragon and a tiger or a green peak, with all kinds of strange and magnificent.

Looking at Meng Qi's tea splitting without hesitation, watching his movements that were in line with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and looking at the lingering white mist and soup noodles, Zhao Yi felt that his inner impetuousness had been completely washed away, and he was immersed in this quiet and peaceful world, with a peaceful mind and a peaceful and contentment.

"This is the Dragon and Tiger Peak in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The tea tastes strong and the power is very strong. It requires three boiling water to be subdued." Meng Qi smiled and his voice was soft and gentle but full of confidence, which was extremely harmonious with the momentum of tranquility.

Zhao Yi was relaxed both physically and mentally, as if he had forgotten the troubles and struggles outside the building. He quietly watched the milk flowers in the teacup and smelled the refreshing fragrance, his tone became lighter and unconsciously: "I never thought that the crazy knife was good at tea ceremony."

"I have been learning recently to calm my mind." Meng Qi rubbed the teacup.

Thinking of Ning Heyan Jing who almost brought him in just now, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Qi again. The number one in the list was indeed a bit extraordinary.

He broke through to half a step without experiencing the unity of man and nature, and then he fought to the intersection of internal and external ages. He lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. Only after Xingyunzhuang was concerned about it, he now felt even more extraordinary.

"I don't know why your highness came?" Meng Qi's eyes were still looking at the noodle soup.

Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi who seemed to be Ning and humble in front of him and smiled: "You have the grace of saving Gu. When you arrive in Shendu, how can Gu not be the landlord's friendship?"

"It's okay if you have the heart." Meng Qi was like an old monk, motionless.

Zhao Yizhuo said casually:

"The crazy sword is on the top of the human list, and the world is shocked. Now that I am using this force to enter the capital, what kind of earth-shaking thing is there to do?"

Meng Qi smiled: "The gods gather together, so naturally they make friends through martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered: "The wind is blowing."

The sky is dark, as if continuous autumn rain is coming.

Zhao Yi did not ask any questions again, with a smile on his face, chatting about the affairs of the Shendu, and doing the attitude of a warm host, and the host and the host and the host were all happy for the moment.

Finally, when he saw Meng Qi serving tea, he stood up consciously and laughed:

"Although I am not talented, I can still say a few words about the matter of Shendu. If there is any difficulty, just speak."

He did not mention words like "going around", but was simply a greeting to visit old friends.

"Thank you, Prince." Meng Qi sent the guests to the stairs, watched the two leave, and nodded slightly. Compared to when he was in Xingyun Village, Zhao Laosan was one layer deeper in cultivation. However, if he was mixed into the Qionghua Banquet, many things would be difficult to deal with. Should he do infernal affairs and secretly help Laosan compete for glory?

While thinking, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then spit out with a spit.

"It's really hard to drink... Fortunately, there is the etiquette of serving tea and seeing off guests..." Meng Qi frowned.

He was a real beginner. In the afternoon, he saw Dr. Tea dividing tea like this, so he followed the same style and pretended to be an expert to scare Zhao Laosan.

Outside the building, raindrops have fallen.

Zhao Yi carried his hands on his back, and the surface of his body seemed to have an invisible barrier to rebounding with rain: "How is it?"

Feng Zheng understood what his master meant and pondered:
Chapter completed!