Chapter 300 The Lord of the Valve Song Que

"Do you kid rarely experience life-and-death battles?"

Song Que's words sounded like a thunder in Huang Lin's ears.

In an instant, the experiences of several worlds flashed through my mind.

Since he practiced martial arts, he has only been injured during the Huashan Competition, except for his own troubles.

It seems that the battle between life and death only lasted for the first time I met Nie Kuang.

Could it be

"Chorus~"

Thinking of this, Huang Lin put his sword back and returned it to the sheath, held his sword and fist, and bowed and asked:

"I would like to ask Master Song to give advice. I have been unable to condense the true meaning of martial arts. Is this the reason?"

"If you have something to do, you have nothing to do, you guys will tsk."

Song Que glanced at him sideways.

Huang Lin touched his nose awkwardly and said embarrassedly:

"I didn't like words when I was fighting. It was the first time I tried to confront words before the competition. There was something wrong with it. I hope the leader of the lord would be forgiven."

God is the testimony. He didn't think so much before he started the fight, but he just thought he should be stronger.

Song Que smiled gently when he heard this and said:

"If you fight someone who is not as strong as you, it doesn't matter whether you use this method or not. But when both sides are evenly matched, or if you want to defeat the strong with weak, it is necessary to seek a first move with words."

"Let's go and talk in a different place!"

After saying that, he should move first without waiting for Huang Lin to answer.

Seeing this, Huang Lin was not easy to ask, so he had to put his doubts in his heart for the time being.

Along the way, Song Que seemed to be good at talking about it and asked Huang Lin a lot of questions, especially the two martial arts of "The Fighting Stars" and "Lingbo Weibu".

Songjia Mountain City is composed of hundreds of courtyards, each with a system, but closely connected to each other, centered on the Songjia ancestral hall, which worships the throne of ancestors of all dynasties.

Each courtyard is divided into the main courtyard and the side courtyards, with a spacing structure, and all of them are well-chosen and exquisite in their work.

Huang Lin was half a step behind Song Que, and behind him was a four-person team in the corner, all the way to Mingyue Tower adjacent to the Modao Hall.

Mingyue Tower said it was a building, but it was actually a courtyard, just like the sharpening hall just now, but it was named differently.

When he entered the garden, an old man with gray hair was trimming flowers and plants. After glanced at a few people, he continued to work indifferently.

Seeing Huang Lin's face showing a strange look, Song Que explained with a smile and said:

"This is Uncle Fang, the only person in the mountain city who is not afraid of me."

Huang Linxin said this. When he was in the Knife Sharpening Hall just now, even Song Zhi and Song Lu were like quails, which shows Song Que's majesty in the clan.

It’s probably because of Peisheng’s sensation, Yujing’s sensation.

Through the corridor with sprinkling flowers and trees on both sides, there is a stone bridge across the pond. The trees are dense and deep. At the other end of the stone bridge is a five-bedroom, two-story wooden building. There is a plaque hanging above the gate, engraved on it [Mingyue Tower]

】Three gold-plated big characters.

The wooden doors and windows are decorated with hollow carvings, brackets and eaves, and stone carvings, making them brilliant.

The hall of Mingyue Tower is not smaller than that of the Knife Hall. When a few people came in, several young warriors from the Song family were cooking tea soup for them.

"sit!"

Song was short of the home and guest seats, and then he took the lead without hesitation.

After Huang Lin sat down, Song Zhi, Song Lu and Shuanglong sat in turn.

Seeing the five flavors of tea soup on the table, Huang Lin spoke first:

"Master of the Song family, why not try the fried tea brought by Huang?"

He finished his words, and Xu Ziling, who was sitting next to him, took off the bag on his shoulder and searched it inside.

"Fried tea? What is fried?"

Song Que's actions of serving tea did not stop. He then turned around and asked questions after blowing the seasonings floating in the tea soup.

Huang Lin smiled, raised his left hand, and Xu Ziling presented a small celadon.

"Fried tea is a means of making tea. This method retains the original characteristics of tea, and is easy to store. Please send someone to get some boiling water."

Song Que turned his head slightly, and Song Lu immediately stood up and left.

There is no full set of tea sets here, and Huang Lin is not convenient to take them out of the storage space, so he can only brew them in the simplest way.

When Song Lu came back from getting the water, Huang Lin burned six teacups, grabbed some tea leaves from the celadon jar and threw them into the cup. After injecting boiling water, a trace of tea fragrance suddenly appeared.

When the boiling water was filled, Huang Lin stroked his big hand and six teacups slid from the table to everyone, and there was no drop of tea in it.

“Huh?”

Smelling the slight fragrance, when she saw the tender green and bright tea soup in the white porcelain teacup, Song Que couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Huang Lin smiled, picked up the teacup in front of him, blew the tea leaves floating on it, tasted it in small mouthfuls, and then shook his head.

Sure enough, the taste of this simple tea brewed is still much worse.

"You boy, am I afraid that you will be poisoned?"

Song Que laughed and scolded, saying that's what he said, but his silent explanation to Huang Lin was quite helpful.

Huang Lin smiled with a teacup on his face:

"Where, I'm just thirsty."

Song Que could not believe his nonsense. He picked up the crystal clear tea in front of him, and after learning Huang Lin's moving works, his eyes lit up.

It is completely different from the tea soup you drink on weekdays. This tea has a little bitterness in the mouth, but it returns sweetly afterwards. It's really amazing!

"This tea soup really has a different taste. You shook your head just now and seemed to be dissatisfied?"

Song Que just saw the disappointment in Huang Lin's eyes, but he didn't know much about this thing, so he pressed his mind for questioning. After tasting it, he felt that the tea soup was quite good, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"The master of the valve knows that this tea is the best in the world and has very few stocks. If the tea sets are complete, it will not take the effect of this tea. Now, it is a waste of resources to brew it so simply."

Huang Lin smiled. What he said was not false. This jar of tea was still in the "Smiling World" ascended, and there were only three cans of royal treasures given by Zhu Jianshen.

Although he is not good at tea, he has drunk one can over the years, and now he only has two cans of storage space.

This is the tea cake he had been drinking on weekdays with Song Zhezong Zhao Xu, otherwise these cans of green tea would have been gone long ago.

"Oh? If you have time, you have to see what method is, so that this tea soup is called a waste of resources."

Song Que didn't believe what Huang Lin said, and took another sip of tea. After tasting this thing for the first time, he felt it was good, but the more he drank it, the more he felt that this thing was savored.

"Haha, that tea set is simple, I will definitely call it a master of knowledge later."

Huang Lin laughed, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Song Que, and then said:

"Huang Lin has a major discussion here, and this is written by Lu Miaozi, and the master of the lord will know at a glance."

At this time, there were only six of them in Mingyue Hall, so Huang Lin was not too obscure.

"Lu Miaozi? The world's number one skilled craftsman?"

Song Que took the letter in confusion. In his impression, Lu Miaozi had passed away for more than 30 years and had no contact before, so how could he leave a letter to him?

Seeing that Huang Lin was drinking tea on his own, he had no intention of explaining, he opened the letter and looked at it.

For a moment, there was a slight noise in the hall, and only a few people were left with a little noise when they were drinking tea.

"I really didn't expect that Lu Miaozi was still alive. He should be over 80 years old, right? You guys also take a look."

After reading the letter, Song Que didn't say anything else. He just sighed and handed the letter to Song Zhi.

The content in the letter is quite involved. Although he can make a decision, he also wants to listen to the meaning of Song Zhi and Song Lu first.

When he handed out the letter, his eyelids slightly closed, and there was no expression on his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

After reading the letter, Song Zhi's eyes were full of cleverness. He had been in contact with Huang Lin for a while and had some understanding of him. He agreed with the "upropriation" mentioned in the letter.

The most important thing is that he is the main battle faction in the Song family! He immediately turned around and said:

"Brother, Zhi thinks this is feasible!"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Que raising his hand and clicked the last seat, who was already looking at him.

Song Zhi smiled awkwardly and handed over the letter.

"I've been in a hurry just now, forgot, forgot."

He was extremely close to Song Lu, and he spoke much more casually than when he talked with Song Que.

Song Lu didn't care either. After browsing roughly, he sent the letter back to Song Que, and then said:

"The head of the family, Brother Huang, I don't know much about the other Lu, so it's not convenient to talk too much. I'm quite curious about this cooperation."

He is the younger brother of the Song Que clan, so he usually refers to the younger brother of the clan and the head of the family.
To be continued...