"Last time, I scared you because of the Lieshan Ding and beat it up once. Do you still remember this?"
Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, his beautiful eyes squinted at Canghua, and nodded.
Canghua continued: "After being beaten up by me, Lieshanding later talked to me for a special conversation."
Yan Yan listened silently, feeling that Canghua was about to get to the point.
Canghua's tone was very calm: "Lieshanding said, I spoiled you a little bit ruthlessly. If you continue like this, I may find it difficult to restrain you in the future."
Yan Yanfeng narrowed her eyes without any trace.
Canghua seemed to be completely unconscious and continued, "In addition, Lieshanding also said that I can't even say a few words except drinking tea or reading books."
When talking about this place, Canghua stopped, tilted his head slightly, as if recalling what Lieshan Ding said at that time.
Then he continued: "Lieshanding also said that if we write these things we do in a storybook, based on my status, we should have been the male lead in the storybook, but now I have become a
No. 4 or 5 male supporting role.”
"Lieshanding said that I have such an important role, so I have too few roles. I have to give it a proper look...the sense of existence."
After saying this, Canghua raised his head again and looked at Yan Yan, with a serious expression: "I think what Lieshan Ding says makes sense, so I decided to brush that... Oh, a sense of existence!"
When Canghua slowly finished all these words, Yan Yan was gone in front of him.
Not far away, the Lieshan Ding, which was teaching the little ones, suddenly turned its head down and its feet facing the sky, was swept into the air by a fierce gust of wind.
"Wulululululululululululululululululululululululululululululu...why...you can you not put the tripod...wulululululululululululululululu...wululululululululu...wululululululu...wulululululu...
Place in the stratosphere…”
All the little heads below were tilted upwards, rotating with the Fierce Mountain Cauldron flying in the sky.
The little boys slapped excitedly: "Sister Yan, is this the difference between the stratosphere and the troposphere in nature?"
Yan Yan smiled gently and kindly: "Yes, can you see what you look like in reality like this? "
The little heads nodded neatly: "Yeah!"
Yan Yan smiled more and more gentle and kindly, and praised: "Well, you have observed it very well!"
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"Bang!"
The gavel sounded, and the attention of the tea shops in the hall was immediately attracted by the book case with a dazzling red velvet tablecloth directly in front of them, the kind-looking storyteller attracted the attention.
Mr. Yumei sat upright behind the desk, neatly placed folding fans, awakening wood, a snow-white towel, and a cup of tea in front of him.
It is still the same opening remark, and it is still the same as the dancing.
However, just when Mr. Yumei turned his head accidentally, he saw the tea table facing him on the railing on the second floor.
A girl with bright and beautiful looks and eyes as bright as water, holding her cheeks, was looking at herself with a smile.
Almost the moment he faced Mr. Yumei, Yan Yan felt that the surrounding space automatically formed a substantial, somewhat similar to gel-like stagnation.
The thin lips of the cherry blossom petals were curled quietly, and Yan Yan blinked her beautiful big eyes playfully.
The time and space around her almost calmed down completely while her expression changed.
Mr. Yumei, downstairs, neatly put the opened folding fan together and gently put it back on the table.
"Why did you suddenly come today?"
The politeness that he spoke was omitted, it seemed that the old man treated her as his own person.
Yan Yan chuckled, leaped down from the upper floor.
When he landed, he sat on the table opposite Mr. Yumei with his legs crossed.
But her bench was pulled out from under the butt of a tea guest at the same table.
The tea chef had been parked in the time and space just now. Although Yan Yan took off the stool, the man still kept sitting and drinking tea, looking like he was performing a juggling, a bit humorous.
Mr. Yumei looked at Yan Yan quietly, but his eyes unconsciously showed some tension.
Compared to Mr. Yumei's serious expression, Yan Yan seemed much more relaxed and natural.
She was not polite, and smiled with a smile on her lips, "To be honest, I'm here today to ask the sir for help."
Mr. Yumei had a solemn expression: "What's the matter?"
Yan Yan told Mr. Yumei about the conversation he met with Chen Zhen last night, the final conditions proposed by Chen Zhen, and the agreement between the two.
Finally, Yan Yan slowed down his speech and explained carefully: "This time, because it is not my true body that wants to travel through the dream, only my soul consciousness, so it may be a little less than the last time my true body entered Chen Zhen's dream.
Determine the factors.”
Although Yan Yan did not directly express her concern, Mr. Yumei is a very keen person and he understood her purpose as soon as he heard it.
Yumei nodded without thinking, "It is not easy for you to compete for Chen Zhen's own willingness. Don't worry, if I am here, that thing won't make a big deal!"
After receiving the promise from Mr. Yumei, Yan Yan's heart was immediately more at ease. He stood up, saluted respectfully to Mr. Yumei, and was about to leave.
But Yumei called her: "Let's go slowly, I have something here, and Tan Xiangzi asked me to hand it over to you."
While speaking, Yumei took out a small box made of sandalwood from her sleeve bag and placed it gently in front of Yan Yan.
Yan Yan was curious: "Since the Master wants to give it to me, why didn't he give it to me by himself?"
Yumei lowered her eyes, and her voice was a little heavier: "He needs to go out these days if he has something to do, so he doesn't have time to give it to you in person."
Yan Yan unexpectedly glanced at Mr. Yumei.
Didn’t Tan Xiangzi attach great importance to his baby apprentice?
Why did the kind who is always inseparable from leaving the house suddenly want to leave?
However, Yan Yan didn't care much about the accident. Mr. Yumei was not an outsider, so she immediately opened the wooden box.
The wooden box is filled with a brown, translucent meatball.
The meatballs are about the size of ordinary Chinese medicine pills, with a crystal-clear and round shape, and look a bit like a brown crystal ball. However, after a little movement, you will find that the meatballs are not actually a hard body, but a gas state with slightly undulating edges.
The brown crystal balls were quietly suspended in the box. The moment they opened, Yan Yan felt that a abundant spiritual energy was escaping from it.
Yan Yan had never seen this thing before and asked curiously: "What's this?"
Mr. Yumei's eyes fell on the wooden box, and then slowly closed his eyes without any trace.
"This is a pill that can help you replenish spiritual qi. If you keep it well, be sure to use it properly. This thing is hard to come by, so don't let Tan Xiangzi down the good intentions."
Yan Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, looked at Mr. Yumei's expression, and a calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.