Sure enough, after the shop waiter finished introducing, Lin Bai said without thinking, "Okay, I want Jiufeng Blood Tea."
"Okay, three cups of Jiufeng blood tea, you can wait later." The waiter in the shop responded with a smile.
"No!" Lin Bai called the waiter in the shop, and said with a smile, "It's not three cups, it's four cups."
The shop clerk was stunned for a moment, and saw that there were only three people on the table, and was a little stunned for a while.
But since Lin Bai gave the order, the waiter could only agree to come down and go to prepare tea.
Qiao Mo was also a little curious, "Brother Shengzi, do you still have a date?"
Qin Yao frowned, "Could it be some noble lady in the Moon Palace?"
Lin Bai shook his head, although there was a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely deep.
"When he comes, you will know." Lin Bai didn't explain much, "He is a big man, you better be careful."
Big shot Qiao Mo and Qin Yao raised their spirits, their expressions suddenly serious.
A warrior who can be called a big shot by Lin Bai must not be an ordinary role in the imperial capital.
At least Chen Yule, Qian Hen, and Yi Song are the holy sons of five families and seven sects, and they are definitely not big names in Lin Bai's mouth.
The tea table is right next to the street, a lamp flickers on the dark long street, and under the lamp is the table of Lin Bai and the others.
In the middle of the night, this laneway is in a remote area, and no one comes here at night.
On the long street, there is no one now.
Sudden.
A chilling air turned into a breeze from the end of the long street, and came straight to the teahouse where Lin Bai and Qiao Mo were.
Qiao Mo and Qin Yao immediately felt the murderous intent, their faces darkened, they stood up, and looked at the long street with cold eyes.
On the long street, there was still no one.
"Calm down, sit down." Lin Bai chuckled, comforted Qin Yao and Qiao Mo and sat down.
Lin Bai looked up at the end of the long street, a figure slowly came from the darkness, until it came to the teahouse, revealing its figure.
This is a thin old man in a purple robe. He exudes an unstoppable sword intent all over his body, which makes people's eyes hurt at a glance.
He was standing in front of the teahouse, under the light, but the pressure he put on Qiao Mo and Qin Yao seemed to be facing an unattainable mountain.
Qiao Mo and Qin Yao paled rapidly, their palms involuntarily pressing on the storage bag.
If there is a slight change, the two of them will take action immediately.
The old man in purple robe raised his head and put his hands behind his back, with a calm expression and silent eyes. He looked straight at Lin Bai without saying a word.
Lin Bai stood up with a smile, and bowed his hands, "Lin Bai, the holy son of Tianshui Sect, has met the seniors of Feijian Demon Sect."
The senior of the Flying Sword Demon Sect This old man is actually the elder of the Flying Sword Demon Sect? Qiao Mo and Qin Yao turned pale with shock, and their hearts were filled with dreadful waves.
No wonder Lin Bai said that there will be a "big man" coming, they are still curious, who is this big man?
Although the elder of the Flying Sword Demon Sect is only at the Daluo Daoguo realm, he can already be regarded as a big shot.
After all, the Flying Sword Demon Sect is a prosperous sect that is as famous as Chu State, with a big family and great business, and it dominates one side.
"It's kind of polite not like those juniors in our sect, who are so arrogant and arrogant." The purple-robed old man's cold and serious expression softened a little, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You know the old man is coming to you? So you are waiting here on purpose?"
Lin Bai smiled and nodded.
At this time, the shop waiter came out from the backyard, "Three seniors, your tea is here"
The waiter in the shop shouted "three seniors", but there were four cups of tea in the tray in his hand.
"Just in time, the tea is here. If you don't mind seniors, then come in and have a drink."
Lin Bai said with a smile.
"The tea made from the leaves of the Nine Spirits Qifeng treeis pretty good" The purple-robed old man smelled the tea and said, "Although the tea is not fresh, it is barely worth a try."
While speaking, the old man in purple robe walked into the tea stall and sat opposite Lin Bai.
Qin Yao and Qiao Mo were too frightened to sit down, they got up quickly, saluted the purple-robed old man, and then hurriedly retreated behind Lin Bai.
There are four cups of tea on the table, but only Lin Bai and the old man in purple are drinking.
After Lin Bai and the purple-robed old man took a sip of their tea, they both nodded.
Just as the purple-robed old man said this tea leavesIt was an object many years ago. Obviously, few people in this small tea stall can afford such good tea.
So the tea leaves have been stored until now, before waiting for Lin Bai, the "fat sheep".
Qiao Mo and Qin Yao stood behind Lin Bai, their expressions were calm and pale.
In front of the elders of the Flying Sword Demon Sect, neither of them dared to say a word.
After Lin Bai put down his teacup, he said calmly, "This junior was a little reckless about what happened tonight, so please forgive me, senior."
The expression of the purple-robed old man remained unchanged, "I'm not interested in caring about the jokes between the juniors."
There was a trace of reminiscence in his expression, "I was young, I was also rampant, and I was messing around, so I can understand you young people very well."
Lin Bai smiled flatly, "Thank you for your generosity, senior, and I am grateful for this junior."
Qiao Mo and Qin Yao were confused by what they heard, and only then did they get some clues It seems that when Lin Bai was in the Moon Palace, he had another quarrel with the disciples of the Flying Sword Demon Sect?
Even forced the elders of the Flying Sword Demon Sect to come here in person?
The purple-robed old man stared at Lin Bai, "Since Marquis Wolf is here waiting for this old man, he must also know why this old man is here, right?"
Lin Bai smiled and nodded lightly, "My skill of controlling the sword is not the skill of controlling the sword of the Flying Sword Demon Sect!"
The purple-robed old man had already guessed in his heart, but he still asked, "Who taught you the art of controlling the sword?"
Lin Bai smiled wryly, "My qualifications are extremely poor. When my teacher taught me the art of fencing the sword, he entrusted me Let me not spread his name to the outside world, lest I lose my master's face by not being good at learning."
Your qualifications are poor? A sword cultivator who can cultivate a three-turn sword heart, you have the nerve to say that your aptitude is extremely poor? The purple-robed old man retorted.
Since it was inconvenient for Lin Bai to disclose, the old man in purple robe did not ask hard.
He has already guessed in his heart the master behind Lin Bai must have a good relationship with the "Flying Sword Immortal Gate" in the spirit world.
Otherwise, it is impossible for Lin Bai to obtain the orthodoxy of "Sword Control".
The old man in purple robe pondered a little, and asked again: "Where are you from?"
Lin Bai laughed again, "Seniors don't have to guess, this junior is not from the spirit world, but from an inconspicuous small world."
The purple-robed old man frowned, "If you really came from a small world, how could you practice the skill of controlling the sword?"
"Hehe." Lin Bai smiled emotionally, recalling the scenes in the Spirit Sword Sect in the past:
"In the past, my family teacher traveled across the void and traveled around the world. He happened to pass by the small world where the younger generation lived. On a whim, he accepted me as a 'registered student' and taught me the art of controlling the sword!"
Crossing the void to travel around the world Not only did the purple-robed old man's face change drastically when he heard these words, Qiao Mo and Qin Yao's pupils also widened. A strong man who can cross the void is definitely a top powerhouse in the spirit world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com