Seeing this, Lin Chong couldn't help feeling soft.

But he knew that he could no longer hold up high and gently put down like he used to.

That was not for Chen Qing's good, but for her.

Su Miao, Liang Yu, Yukino, Fu Xingling and others who were originally simmering hot pot put down their bowls and chopsticks, and the warm and harmonious atmosphere became very depressing.

Even the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea that secretly protected Su Miao, walked out of their respective hiding places, looking at this place with worry.

The girls in black are actually very close to Chen Qing. They often play together or practice martial arts skills.

At this moment, Chen Qing was scolded by Lin Chong, and of course they felt uncomfortable.

However, they could do nothing except watch from a distance.

Lin Chong is Chen Qing’s master, so it is natural to teach his apprentices a lesson.

Even if Chen Changchun and Chen Yun were born, they would still stand aside and give him a thumbs up and say a good scolding.

The ladies look at me, I look at you, and their eyes are finally focused on Su Miao.

Among the people present, Su Miao is probably the only one who is qualified and courageous to persuade Lin Chong.

After all, Lin Chong's face was frighteningly cold, and even Lu Yin, who was as brave as a bear, felt distressed and did not dare to interrupt.

Su Miao, who was regarded as a savior by everyone, just sat quietly, her beautiful pretty face was calm, her cherry lips were slightly pursed, and she had no intention of opening her mouth.

In a silent and depressing atmosphere, time passes slowly.

The yard was silent, but the hot pot was still rolling.

"It is a good thing to have goals and dreams, but if you always keep dreams on your lips, it will only seem shallow and ridiculous."

After half a minute, Lin Chong spoke again, his voice low: "Even if you really want to compete with the heroes of the world, you should maintain awe and humility, rather than being pretentious and complacent like you are now."

Chen Qing's head was hanging deep, and his chin was almost touching his chest.

Lin Chong's words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring from head to toe, making her awake instantly, ashamed, and wishing she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

"Others treat you differently, not because you are so good, but because your master is me. They are polite to you for my sake."

Lin Chong's words were sharp, and every word was like a blade, criticizing Chen Qing in a perfect state: "This world is very dangerous, conspiracies and tricks are everywhere, and even myself, I have to face the enemy hiding in the dark."

"As my personal apprentice, you are naturally in the center of the vortex, so are you mentally prepared to get rid of my wings and shade and face the challenges of the outside world?"

Chen Qing's face changed and he slowly shook his head.

God is pitiful, how could she have thought so much?

After being taught by Lin Chongyitong's face, Chen Qing suddenly realized that his past thoughts were too simple, too naive, and too self-righteous.

"Plop!"

Chen Qing suddenly knelt down to Lin Chong straight, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and whispered: "Master, you are right in your scolding. I lost my true heart in my comfortable days and let your expectations down. Please forgive me."

The frost on Lin Chong's face gradually melted.

"Get up."

He sighed, stretched out his hand and raised it, and an invisible force lifted Chen Qing: "I'll ask you again last time, have you really decided to join the Martial Alliance?"

Chen Qing nodded slowly and firmly: "Yes, I have decided, please help me."

"Okay, I promise you."

Lin Chong's eyebrows frowned slightly, then stretched out, staring at Chen Qingying's vigorous face and said, "However, I want you to start your experience from the grassroots level. There is no preferential treatment. You can only strive for it based on your own performance. You cannot reveal your relationship with me to anyone. Do you agree?"

Chen Qing decisively said: "I agree!"

Lin Chong stopped talking and pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down and have a meal."

"yes."

Chen Qing acted as he said, sitting in an upright manner, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and quickly scattered rice into his mouth.

Lin Chong was very satisfied with Chen Qing's obedience, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

Although I don’t know how long she can last like this, she can at least purify her ears for a while.

The atmosphere became active again. As if nothing had happened, Lu Yin kept picking meat into Lin Chong's bowl, and nagging: "Brother Lin, eat more to nourish your body, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Chong always felt that Lu Yin's expression and tone were a bit strange, but he did not go into it in depth.

After having a sumptuous dinner, Lu Yin pulled Yukina, Chen Qing, Fu Xingling to clean up the mess, Lin Chongze, Su Miao and Liang Yu went to the front yard to have tea.

In the middle of the front yard, there is a tea table made of gold silk and sandalwood. On the coffee table, there are all kinds of traditional tea-making utensils.

Unlike the Fusang tea ceremony, the Yanhuang tea ceremony is more detailed and cumbersome.

Tea cooking utensils alone are divided into five categories: tea utensils, tea utensils, tea utensils, cleaning utensils, accessories, etc. There are more than a dozen types of tea utensils, tea spoons, tea needles, tea kettles, tea boats, etc.

Su Miao walked straight to the back of the tea table and sat down, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white and white wrists, then washed her hands with clean water, picked up the tea, used a teaspoon to push the tea leaves inside into the teapot, and then placed the teapot on a small charcoal stove.

During this process, Su Miao's expression was quiet and elegant, with a cool and noble charm all over her body, and her movements were like flowing clouds and water, meticulous.

Looking at Su Miao who was concentrating on cooking tea, a poem suddenly appeared in Lin Chong's mind.

Green ant fresh wine, red mud stove.

It’s time to come late and snow, so I can drink a cup of it.

Although they were not drinking wine but tea, there was no difference in that artistic conception.

Lin Chong's heart gradually returned to peace. Because of the uninterrupted fighting for days and days, the tyrannical killing intentions that remained in his heart completely dissipated, and his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear.

The clear and distant tea fragrance is like a whisk, sweeping away the dust of Lin Zhong's heart.

Liang Yu, who was sitting on the other side, was also infected, with a gentle expression and dazed eyes, as if he was thinking, and he didn't know what he had remembered.

After the tea leaves are cooked, Su Miao lifts up the teapot and starts the steps of dividing tea.

"You were too harsh on Xiaoqing just now."

At this moment, Su Miao suddenly spoke, her voice was pleasant and pleasant, like a pearl falling from a jade plate, but it did not seem abrupt at all.

"In order for her not to cause trouble in the future, I must be strict now." Lin Chong looked at the purple clay teapot in Su Miao's hand and replied with a plain face.

"She is different from you. She hasn't experienced so many storms. You shouldn't ask her to your own standards."

Su Miao said seriously: "From our perspective, Xiaoqing has done a good job. At least, she is kind-hearted and has never bullied the weak by relying on her identity."

"Maybe you're right."
Chapter completed!