"Come?"

"Here you come!"

Fun Xiaonan responded with a smile, and without hesitation, he lay down on the chair next to him.

The chair was half-down, and it was extremely comfortable to lie down, facing a cliff in front; I saw a faint white mist rising from the cliff, and several white cranes with red-topped danced gently in the white mist.

The mountains in the distance are green and distant, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Fun Xiaonan breathed comfortably, looked at the seventh floor master next to him, frowned and said, "What? The guests are here, there is no tea?"

"Haha... is my tea so easy to drink?" The owner of the seventh floor raised his back slightly, and his neck, which was as slender as a swan, showed a touch of whiteness as cream, and he snorted lightly.

Fun Xiaonan raised his eyebrows and said, "This is not a way to entertain guests!"

"If you want to drink tea, make it yourself!" The owner of the seventh floor raised his jade hand lightly, and a set of tea sets quietly appeared on the wooden table next to him.

If you have any requests, Xiaonan can only sigh gently, wave his hand gently, and the wooden table floated in front of him.

Sitting up, Xiaonan was not polite, and casually glanced at the many tea sets in front of him, then looked at the small tea stove, and gently flicked his fingers.

A yellow-red flame instantly rose from the silver wire and white charcoal in the small tea stove.

Fun Xiaonan slowly lifted the water bottle and added water to the small water bottle; at this time, the heat in the tea stove over there was just right.

Boil water, wash cups, make tea... A set of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and natural.

Imitation of Xiao Nan's body with the thousand-year experience of Changsheng Jun, making tea can naturally be regarded as a path.

But it surprised the owner of the seventh floor next to him. Although it is easy to learn this way of making tea, it is not easy to achieve this state of smooth flowing and almost unity of man and nature in just over ten or twenty years.

Soon, the tea was brewed. When I raised my hand, the clear yellow tea liquid slowly fell into the cup along the mouth of the pot. When it was slightly full, I carried the pot to collect the water.

"Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, please!" Fun Xiaonan raised his hand gently, and the teacup slid towards the seventh floor master, and finally landed steadily on the edge of the table.

After taking a deep look at the clear yellow tea liquid, the owner of the seventh floor slowly stretched out his slender jade finger, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip.

His eyes lit up slightly, and then he raised his head and drank it slowly, showing a comfortable expression and breathed a long sigh.

"Not bad, not worse than mine!"

Fun Xiaonan smiled slightly and said, "The author is over-reputable!"

"Okay, I will help you pay attention to Xiaobei, but I hope he won't be too crazy..."

The seventh floor master said calmly, as if he was just a trivial matter, rather than a demon.

"Thank you, please be careful!" After receiving the promise from this person, Xiao Nan's heart felt a little concerned, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes and he held his fists in a deep voice to thank him.

Since he has fallen into the devil, it is okay to be a low-level practice. But when he comes to this spiritual practice, it is not something that his Potian Alliance can cover the sky with one hand.

In this spiritual practice, I can only rely on the help of the Cooperative Baolou, which is not stable in this relationship.

The owner of the seventh floor looked at Xiaonan with a little strange look, looked at his serious and pleased face, frowned slightly, and reminded: "Even if he has transformed into a demon, he is the mortal enemy of our human race. Even the true saint dare not protect him clearly!"

Fun Xiaonan pursed his lips hard and smiled bitterly: "Even if you are a sea of ​​swords and fire, you have to fight together!"

As he said that, he lifted the teapot and gently filled the tea cup again.

After looking at Xiaonan for a long time, the seventh floor owner sighed softly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. A faint loneliness flashed across his beautiful face, but then he laughed like spring breeze again, and turned around and said, "Since you have spiritual cultivation, I will tell you something, too!"

Seeing the two completely different expressions on the other person's face, they flashed quickly, and they were instantly bright and amazing, which made Fun Xiaonan's heart jump slightly, but it was just a jump. He practiced the worldly path and endured thousands of years of tempering. In this spiritual cultivation, he was the only one who was the best for the mental training.

"This great spiritual calamity is not small; but there are also great opportunities in the great calamity!"

The slender fingers gently turned the teacup in his hand. The owner of the seventh floor raised his eyes and looked at Fun Xiaonan and said, "Spiritual cultivation is not a low-level cultivation. He has abundant resources. If he is lucky enough, he will naturally get great benefits in this great disaster!"

"Do you understand?" Speaking of this, the owner of the seventh floor turned his bright eyes and said in a low voice.

Fun Xiaonan nodded thoughtfully, looked at the owner of the seventh floor and said, "What does the owner of the building mean?"

"It's not interesting, but I have never seen such an amazing existence as you. Since you have come to spiritual cultivation, if you have the chance, be more careful and try your luck!"

Speaking of this, the owner of the seventh floor laughed softly and said, "I hope you are lucky!"

"Thank you!" At this time, Fun Xiaonan could only smile helplessly and nodded in response.

It is good to have great opportunities during this great disaster, but at the same time the risks are also great. Although I am a semi-saint, there is only Wa Tiehua next to me in this spiritual cultivation, and I don’t have enough power. It is not easy to deal with such risks.

"If you find this, I will send you a message at any time!" The owner of the seventh floor threw a bronze mirror the size of a palm and said, "This is a double mirror, you can also use this to contact me!"

Fun Xiaonan reached out to take the mirror, looked at the seemingly ordinary bronze mirror, and gently poured it into it with spiritual power. The bronze mirror lighted slightly, and the owner of the seventh floor shook his hand and there was an identical bronze mirror.

At this time, the bronze mirror was also glowing slightly.

"Okay!" Feeling the inexplicable aura between these two objects, Xiaonan nodded with satisfaction and removed his spiritual power; the glimmer of the bronze mirror also quietly dissipated.

"Please give me everything!"

"No problem!" The owner of the seventh floor chuckled and said in a low voice: "Anyway, you remember this favor of me!"

"This is of course!"

Looking at Xiaonan's back as he walked away, the owner of the seventh floor frowned slightly again and murmured: "Hope is right..."

After saying that, he gently bounced his jade fingers, and the teapot next to him popped up on its own, as if it was held in a human hand. He slowly poured it into the cup again.

He picked up the teacup, put it to his nose and smelled it, took another sip, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "I can't tell that the skills are really good, better than mine!"

As he spoke, his face suddenly became cold again. He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at somewhere in front of him.

A figure slowly emerged from the void. It was the short and fat old man who was also the owner of the post, and said with displeasure: "Jingxin... This demon is not a pity, but I will kill you. How can you promise that boy?"
Chapter completed!