Chapter 838

"Friends come from afar..."

Zhou Changmei smiled and said a sentence. The latter half sentence was picked up by Fang Xie: "it's very tangled."

Zhou Changmei was stuck behind and didn't know what to say for a moment. Originally sitting beside him, muxianjun kept his head down to suppress his inexplicable irritability and anger. When he heard Fang Xie speak like this, he felt even more uncomfortable. But it has become a habit for him to show his kindness and kindness over the years. So when he looked up, he had a friendly and gentle smile on his face.

"Grandpa is waiting here, so there is no need to tangle with many things."

He hugged his fist: "my father heard that grandpa came to Dongjiang, but he still refused to believe it, so he asked me and martial uncle Zhou to have a look. If Grandpa really came here, my Mufu should entertain him. The reason why I didn't show up rashly was because I was afraid of disturbing grandpa's business, but I didn't expect his news to get so fast. The strength of the black flag army really deserves its reputation."

This sounds very polite. In fact, it's not to tell Fang Xie that no matter how strong the strength of the black flag army is, this is also the eastern Xinjiang, not the southwest. You'd better be honest when you get here and don't make any trouble.

"It was a private matter, so I didn't intend to disturb Mu's house at first. I wanted to go home with my wife to see my father while I was in the southwest. I didn't expect to disturb the Duke when I got off the ship. It's really impolite."

Fang Xie smiled and said, "later, I will go to your house to visit Duke Ning."

Zhou Changmei said, "in that case, we'd better go back and tell the Duke of mu. Mu's house has always been hospitable. Duke Mu will be very happy if he knows you're here. He loves to make friends with heroes. He has long heard of you and has always admired you. He just has no chance to meet you thousands of miles away. Since he's in eastern Xinjiang this time, Mu's house naturally has to do its host's friendship."

"Thank you first."

Fang Xie got up to pour tea for both of them. Zhou Changmei also stood up and said, "my father is famous. How can I bother to pour tea himself? I'd better come by myself."

Fang Xie smiled: "I came to the pavilion first. I am the Lord. The two are the guests. How can the guests pour tea by themselves?"

He picked up the teapot to pour tea for Zhou Changmei. Zhou Changmei's eyes were slightly cold. He secretly used his internal strength to seal the teapot mouth and prevent the water from flowing out. If Fang Xie poured tea but the tea didn't come out, Fang Xie would naturally lose face. Zhou Changmei has a high position in Penglai sect. Although she is far inferior to Su Yang in terms of cultivation, she is also a first-class expert in the sect. He is Su Yang's younger martial brother. He is much more impatient than Su Yang.

The power of internal strength was spread in front of him. Zhou Changmei smiled and gave way, waiting for Fang Xie to make a fool of himself.

Mu Xianjun knows Zhou Changmei's means. He has been living in Penglai for so many years and knows his martial uncle's temperament. Penglai sect takes chivalry as its purpose, and its disciples do many good deeds. Therefore, fishermen along the coast call Penglai sect immortal sect. In the eyes of fishermen, such a group of practitioners with great powers already exist as immortals. Moreover, they can uphold justice and chivalry. Naturally, they are more respected.

But this is only the surface.

Although Penglai Island is not small, most of the island is occupied by a Penglai mountain, and the rest can not be cultivated. The sea climate is changeable and there are often storms. Even planting some food and vegetables can not survive. So over the years, most of penglaizong's living needs have been purchased from land fishermen.

The previous masters were pure hearted and had little desire. It doesn't matter whether they eat well or not. Moreover, the higher their practice, the lower their demand for food. At that time, there were few disciples. Even if there was no income, at least they could barely make a living. The previous leaders of Penglai sect pursued quietness and nature. They lived a hard life, but they most enjoyed this pure spiritual life.

After he became a leader in Suyang, he planned to carry forward penglaizong, but no money has become the biggest obstacle. Even if he can attract a large number of people to learn arts by virtue of cultivation, what do these people eat and drink?

Although Su Yang intended to make friends with dignitaries, Mu Guangling also gave a lot of money after sending Mu Xianjun to Penglai sect, but this is not enough for a leader who wants to carry forward Penglai sect.

Zhou Changmei came to solve this problem for zongmen.

Mu Xianjun knows this martial uncle's temperament very well. These four words can't completely describe him. During the day, he was an immortal Xia who killed the people. On the vast sea, I didn't know that several fishing boats were rescued by Zhou Changmei. The fishermen kowtowed and worshipped as if they were gods. In the evening, he instructed his disciples to sneak into the land, plunder the caravan and rob the rich gentry. It is unclear how many human lives and debts he created.

Even there are so many homicides outside Mouping city in the south, many of which have something to do with him.

Mouping is full of merchants who come to purchase goods. He is rich. Killing a caravan can get a lot of wealth. Another advantage of choosing rich businessmen is that they won't have too much worries. In the Central Plains, although businessmen have great wealth, they have a low status and are even inferior to ordinary farmers. Even if you are rich and have no status, what is there to worry about?

Therefore, when he noticed the flow of strength in the Tao, Mu Xianjun knew that martial uncle was going to be powerful. Although his father Mu Guangling repeatedly asked him not to let the other party go rashly, he still had to show his necessary strength in Dongjiang. It would be a shame if he was looked down upon in his own territory.

Moreover, Zhou Changmei felt Mu Xianjun's hostility to each other.

Penglaizong can't develop without the support of Mufu. When Mu Xianjun returned to Mu's house this time, he secretly planned to urge Mu Guangling to start fighting. In fact, it was Zhou Changmei's promotion. If Su Yang still has some tangles in his heart, Zhou Changmei has been deeply trapped from the beginning and can't get out again.

Power, wealth, status

When these words begin to fill a man's mind, most of the man is crazy. Especially when a person who has to be pure in order to obey the discipline in the first half of his life finally tastes the taste of power in the second half of his life, this taste will make him addicted and poisoned.

So Zhou Changmei knew very well that his future fate had long been inseparable from Mu's house. If you want to have a good future, you must work for mu house. And muxianjun is the helmsman of the future Mufu. If the Mufu finally plans to seize the world in the future, muxianjun is the prince. After Mu Guangling died, Mu Xianjun was the emperor.

Since Zhou Changmei felt the hostility of muxianjun to each other, she naturally wanted to fight for him.

And muxianjun, just wait to see a joke.

……

... Zhou Changmei squinted at the spout and looked forward to seeing the shriveled expression on Fang Xie's face in the next second.

be noisy

The steaming tea flowed smoothly from the mouth of the pot, and the tea fragrance curled out with the heat, which was relaxing and pleasant. It has to be said that this is definitely a rare treasure in tea. People with a prominent family like Mu Xianjun know more about the way of tea, so they immediately distinguish that if this tea is sold in Qingping and prosperous times... It is worth a hundred gold.

"Please"

Fang Xie smiled and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Zhou Changmei could drink. Wine is full and tea is half full. This is the way to entertain guests.

Zhou Changmei was a little nervous. Fang Xie's understatement resolved his dilemma. It can be seen that Fang Xie's cultivation is also very good. He looked at muxianjun, and then smiled at the corners of his mouth: "thank you for giving me tea."

He picked up his glass to thank him.

Just thinking.

Because he couldn't lift the cup from the stone table at all. With his cultivation, there was nothing he could do! The cup was as motionless as if it had been cast into a stone table. If he used it again, the cup would break, and even the stone table would not be a problem for Zhou Changmei, but in this way, the scene would be completely lost.

"What?"

Fang Xie glanced at Zhou Changmei: "what do you call this? Do you think I don't pour enough tea?"

Zhou Changmei's face was a little red, and his hand holding the tea cup was not open or not: "Cao min Zhou Changmei, is the servant of the little Lord..."

"Oh"

Fang Xie said, "that's because I'm out of order. I should respect grandpa first. Sorry, please pass this cup of tea to Grandpa."

Zhou Changmei's back of his hand was already green. He knew that if he made more efforts, the cup would be broken. But the cup can't be brought up, and the noodles can't be taken back.

"I'll do it myself."

Seeing Zhou Changmei's embarrassment, Mu Xianjun smiled and stretched out his hand: "my martial uncle knows me best. He knows I don't like hot tea. I always like warm tea, so he wants to put it away and hand it to me. However, today's tea is given by the town government. How can I not drink it?"

Zhou Changmei blushed and released his hand. After releasing his hand, he immediately carried it behind him.

Mu Xianjun stretched out his hand and was about to touch the tea cup. Fang Xie suddenly smiled: "if you're not thirsty, put it first."

He picked up the second cup and put it in front of Zhou Changmei: "come on, I'll give you a toast. I see you at first today, but I'm like-minded. I'm friends regardless of status, so I'll give you a toast."

Seeing him pour the tea again, Zhou Changmei's face immediately changed. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved: "the father's status is noble, and the grass people really can't afford it."

At this time, Mu Xianjun's face suddenly changed!

He saw that Zhou Changmei's palm was red, especially the belly of five fingers had no meat skin, bloody. The palm was scorched black and smelled of burnt meat.

He had already stretched out his hand to get the tea cup, and suddenly stopped in the air with some embarrassment.

"No?"

Fang Xie shook his head: "that's a pity. This cup of good tea."

"Please tell Duke Ning when I get back. I'll come and visit you when I'm finished. I still have some things to deal with today, so I won't accompany you.

He stretched out his hand, sat behind him and slowly got up. He put his hand in Fang Xie's palm, and the two turned and left.

In the eyes of passers-by, the man dressed in black was natural and unrestrained, and the woman looked like an immortal. She was a perfect match.

And in Mu Xianjun's eyes, the backs of those two people are so dazzling.

"Sorry..."

Zhou Changmei was ashamed and didn't dare to look up. He looked at his almost wasted hand and his eyes were flustered: "I didn't expect that this man's cultivation was so strong. The cup was integrated with the stone table by his internal strength, as if it had been fired together. If he picked up the cup, he was afraid that even the stone table would break."

Mu Xianjun's face changed constantly, and the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Go!"

He snorted coldly and turned away. After taking a few steps, he found that Zhou Changmei didn't follow up. Looking back, he saw the painful color on Zhou Changmei's face.

"Go... Can't go..."

Zhou Changmei groaned in pain, and his body was trembling. Mu Xianjun's face changed greatly. He was surprised to find that Zhou Changmei's feet did not know when the boots had been burned out, and his feet burned black, as if they were sunken into the ground. If he forcibly pulled out his feet, he did not know how much flesh and blood would fall off. Mu Xianjun understood in an instant that Fang Xie must have melted the ground under Zhou Changmei's feet with internal strength, and Zhou Changmei stubbornly endured it in order not to lose face!

He didn't know how high the temperature needed to melt the green brick, but he knew that fangxie must be very mysterious. The green bricks melted very quickly, so Zhou Changmei's boots were all burned. Before discarding his feet, Fang Xie quickly cooled the green bricks. The speed of real Qi conversion was shocking!

"Little grandpa... Are you... All right?"

Zhou Changmei pointed to Mu Xianjun and asked.

Mu Xianjun was surprised and thought you had been hurt like this. He asked me if there was anything wrong? One hand was almost abandoned and two feet were almost abandoned. If others wanted, Zhou Changmei had died once!

But he suddenly felt something wrong and subconsciously looked down. At this glance, he was almost scared.

There is a small hole in his heart's clothes, like a grain of rice.

Mu Xianjun quickly looked through it. His coat and underwear were punctured, but there was no scar on his heart.

His face turned pale for a moment and he sat down on the ground. After a while, he looked at the direction Fang Xie and the gorgeous woman left. The hatred in his eyes was lighter, because there was a little more fear.