Fix your sister's fairy

She took out three teacups, which were three different colors, gold, white, and black, and even the texture of the teacups, the golden ones were made of pure gold or more expensive metals, the white ones were made of eerie bones, and the black ones were carved from the ubiquitous stones.

Venerable Qingxuan's means of making tea are no different from usual, so elegant and sparse ordinary, the water is boiling in the teapot, the white smoke is rising, the tea fragrance on the table, the color of the eyes in the haze is more moving than the tea, which reflects the rippling blue waves, her red lips said to Mo Yi on the side: "Help me to serve tea in a while." "

After hearing this, Mo Yi came back to his senses, and he saluted tea, who do you respect? It will not be to respect heaven and earth.

His gaze gradually shifted to the straw mat shroud ten meters away from the low table, and he immediately understood what the so-called tea ceremony meant, and then he nodded lightly and said, "Yes, teacher." "

"Nine Five-Zero" received a reply, Venerable Qingxuan raised his right hand, pulled up the long sleeves of the green robe with his left hand, revealing his white jade arms, and pinched the teapot with his five fingers painted with the color of green and poured the hot tea into the three teacups in turn, but what is terrifying is that the most original green tea fell into the teacups of different colors and turned into the color of three teacups!

The tea in the golden teacup is as beautiful as autumn leaves, the tea in the white teacup is as terrifying as white bones, and the tea in the black teacup is pitch black and waveless, just looking at it is like inhaling the soul.

The three-color tea stood quietly on the low table, exuding the fragrance and the smell of three different colors, Venerable Qingxuan finished pouring three cups of tea, his hands squared on his knees, slightly lowered his eyes and was silent, and the holy woman on the side looked at the three cups of tea silently, and her eyes flashed different colors.

Mo Yi stared at the three cups of tea on the low table, the breath in the golden teacup was also golden, and the golden breath floated up, and then there was a strange wind blowing the golden breath towards the straw mat shrouded not far away.

The golden breath submerged into the straw mat shroud, Mo Yi swore with his Kunpeng pupils that he was not dazzled, the straw mat shrouded trembled slightly, and a cyan spot appeared on the exposed white jade feet.

"First cup, to the king. Venerable Qingxuan lowered his eyes and whispered.

At this time, Mo Yi also reacted, silently stretched out his hands and picked up the golden teacup on the low table, the golden tea in the teacup rippled slightly, he got up from the low table with the teacup and walked straight to the straw mat.

When he walked in front of the straw mat shroud, he had the opportunity to see the strange corpse up close, the straw mat was very tattered, there were many holes in it, and from the holes he could see the clothes worn by the corpse inside, it was a battle robe with inscriptions and stained with blood.

Mo Yi held the golden teacup, but he didn't know what to do next, Venerable Qingxuan asked him to serve tea, but the corpse would not really get up and catch the teacup and drink it.

"Pour it out. "

Just when he was a little at a loss, the blood sword suddenly transmitted to him, which made him realize a little suddenly, when he respected the dead, wine and everything were poured in front of the grave.

So Mo Yi poured the golden tea on the sand.

At this moment, the surging golden Xuan Qi suddenly rushed up, Mo Yi took a step back, he felt a grand will rise in front of him, like a high mountain rising from the ground, so majestic and terrifying, the steepness of the high mountain peak, overlooking the whole world, that is the king, that is the supreme, that is the will to look down on everything!

The corpse in the straw mat shroud, before his death.

Mo also knew this fact.

"The second cup, to the dead. At the low table, His Holiness said lightly.

Zhao Maan, who was sitting on the side of the low table, silently picked up the white teacup, and slowly walked to Mo Yi's side, in front of the straw mat, he raised the white teacup and poured it on the sand.

This time, a desolate and tragic aura rose to the sky, Zhao Mad took a step back, and inexplicable sadness surged in their hearts, as if they saw a figure in front of the ten thousand armies, facing the overwhelming mystics and weapons, shouting and raising the sword in his hand and rushing forward, behind him was his own country and lover.

Although there are 10,000 people, I will go, and the king will also die, and when he dies, he will shock the world and cry ghosts and gods, so that the sky and the universe will be moved.

The corpse in the straw mat shrouded in a tragic death.

Mo Yi and Zhao Mad knew this fact.

"The third cup, to the forgetful. Venerable Qingxuan continued.

On the low table, Gongsun Ruoji picked up the last cup of black tea, paced to the straw mat shroud, stood on the right side of Zhao Maanzhi, she lifted the tea to the sky, during which the black tea did not carry any waves, her movements stopped for three seconds, and then tilted the teacup to prepare to pour out the black tea inside.

But at this time, something happened that made Mo Yi and Zhao Mad shudder.

The Straw Mat sat up.

Without a sound, he sat up from the ground, stretched out a pale hand from the hole in the straw mat, and firmly pinched the black teacup in Gongsun Ruoji's hand, preventing even a drop of tea from leaking out.

In the distance, Venerable Qingxuan didn't open his eyes, his hands were still flat on his knees, but he whispered again:

"The third cup, to the forgetful. "

Gongsun Ruoji's face was expressionless, but the fear in her eyes still betrayed her uneasiness at this time, and the straw mat shrouded body sat in front of the three people, without showing a trace of breath, but the real fear penetrated into everyone's hearts..........

Gongsun Ruoji tried to pour out the tea, but the pale arm was as iron as iron as the teacup.

At this time, Zhao Mad suddenly pinched the teacup, and together with Gongsun Ruoji, he tried his best to pour out the tea in the teacup, but his pale arm stabilized the black teacup with his own strength, and the tea inside was not happy.

"The third cup, to the forgetful. Venerable Qingxuan said, and then she opened her eyes.

The Blood Sword and the Demon Sealing Sword came out of their sheaths in an instant, and suddenly flew up from the white sand and slashed at the arm stretched out by the Straw Mat, the Straw Mat's Shroud did not move, and the two peerless flying swords fell on his arm, and there was only a piercing sound of fine iron clashes, and there was not even a white mark left on it!

The holy woman beside Venerable Qingxuan suddenly got up, disappeared between the white lights, and when she appeared in the next moment, she was already behind the straw mat shroud, she was holding the yin and yang slashing sword that shone with a glimmer of white jade, and the sword swung down, cutting the cause and effect, but the straw mat shroud did not touch the cause and effect, so the attack was ineffective.

The corners of Mo Yi's mouth twitched slightly, because he saw that green hairs began to emerge on the white jade arm, layer by layer, like a spring breeze blowing through the desolate land, and the grass was green in an instant.

"The green-haired flying corpse is amazing, and the green-haired corpse of the earth fairy is even more amazing. The bloody sword cut off his arm to no avail, and fell beside Mo Yi and whispered.

"After so many results, do you still want to fight?" Mo Yi grabbed the hilt of the Blood Sword and the Demon Sealing Sword, turned around and kicked the waist of the straw mat shrouded corpse, but it was like kicking a towering mountain, and the 5.5 was shocking his feet.

"Okay, that's enough. "

Just as Mo Yi was about to turn the Ying Dragon Sword Technique Sacrifice Heaven Style, the Qingxuan Venerable behind him said lightly, his voice was not loud, but it could ensure that everyone heard and listened.

Mo Yi took a step back from the sword, the holy maiden put away the Yin and Yang Slashing Sword between her hands, the strength in the hands of Zhao Mad and Gongsun Ruoji also eased, the black teacup was held in his hand by the straw mat, and he held the teacup motionless.

In a trance, a wind blew, and Mo Yi was shocked to find that the straw mat shroud in front of him was gone, which was a step he had never seen before, even the pupil of Kunpeng could not grasp the mystery of the period, he suddenly lowered his head, and found that there was a bloody straw mat lying quietly on the ground, and the person in it had disappeared.

Looking back, not far from the low table, Venerable Qingxuan was making tea, and in front of her table, there was a person wearing a bloody robe, with long black hair reaching to his waist, and his body was as beautiful as jade, but he was a man. _

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