Teng Lan respectfully knelt on the ground and said to the white-haired old man: "Disciple, please pay your respects to the master."
The white-haired old man touched his beard and said approvingly: "Teng Lan, you are back? You performed well this time."
Teng Lan took a sip of tea and looked around in trance. The wind gently blew Shaman, giving people the feeling of being in a fairyland. "I said, Teng Lan, when will you let go of the hatred that has been accumulated in your heart for a long time?"
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"Unless that person dies, I will never forgive him."
The white-haired old man fanned himself, then put down his fan and took a sip of tea and said: "Tenglan, you have to understand that he is now a prefect and his power is getting stronger and stronger. It is impossible for you to kill him.
matter."
"As long as I live, I will one day avenge my mother."
How could the white-headed immortal not know the temper of his disciple? He has been with him for ten years. When he met him in the snow, his cold eyes were colder than the snow. He tried his best every day to make this disciple
The disciple laughed, but he was very disrespectful and cold all the time. In the end, he was defeated. The White-headed Immortal didn't force himself anymore and went to play alone, leaving Teng Lan alone to practice martial arts in Cuiyun Valley and wait for him to come back.
I was really shocked when I saw that this apprentice had thoroughly understood all the martial arts secrets. What he had learned all his life was once again deeply affected by him.
"Master, I'm here." The voice came first before anyone saw it. The Bald Immortal is not unfamiliar with this voice at all. Jiang Mingwei, his second apprentice. Just the opposite of Teng Lan, this person is very funny. The only flaw is that
, is a mysophobic and loves everything to be clean.
Jiang Mingwei wiped the chair with a handkerchief, sat down, and washed the cup with tea. Half of a pot of good tea was ruined by him. The white-headed fairy said distressedly: "I'm Mingwei, can you stop being like that?"
Luxurious? This pot is the finest Snow Mountain Jade Dragon Tea."
When Jiang Mingwei heard what the Bald-headed Immortal said, he immediately poured a cup, drank it, and then poured another cup with lingering interest and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, master, your tea is really good. But you are really partial, wait until my senior brother comes back."
take it out."
The white-headed immortal grabbed the teapot and said, "That's because your senior brother is much more filial than you. This pot of good tea was a gift from the emperor. Your senior brother was reluctant to drink it, so he gave it to me."