Jiang Nianen got up from the ground and asked cautiously, "Senior, who are you?"

At this time, the crowd of onlookers was frightened, and one by one they were afraid that they would lie on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and they ran away in a panic, and the sound of doors and windows closing sounded in the shops on both sides of the street.

Liu Qinghuan did not answer his words immediately, but waved his hand to move the three people on the ground to the side of the street, so as not to block the road, and then walked into the teahouse and made a shield at the entrance.

Sitting down at a table, he thought about it for a moment, and when he looked up, he was back to his original appearance.

Jiang Nianen, who had been trembling, opened his mouth wide, looking like he couldn't believe his eyes: "Liu, Liu...... Eun Gong?"

Liu Qinghuan said with a smile: "It seems that you know me, but you don't need to be called Engong, my real name is Liu Qinghuan." ”

The young man froze in place and said suspiciously: "Are you really Liu Engong? ”

Liu Qinghuan wiped it on his face, and returned to his previous appearance with mediocre facial features, and said, "Portrait?"

Jiang Nianen seemed to have finally determined, a look of excitement appeared on his face, and he knelt down with a bang, shaking his lips and unable to speak.

Liu Qinghuan waved helplessly: "Get up and talk." ”

Jiang Nianen hurriedly stood up and sat on the side with some restraint: "My grandfather and grandfather have a portrait of Engong, which was painted by my mother herself, and my grandfather, grandmother and mother will occasionally talk about the events of the year, and every time I have to tell the younger generations of the Wu family to remember your kindness." ”

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect that he would be remembered by Wu Tianyong for so long, and said, "How old are you this year?"

"Hui Engong, I am seventeen years old this year. ”

At the age of seventeen, he can do what he did before, and his heart is already very good.

Liu Qinghuan looked at his face carefully, and could vaguely see Wu Tianyong's shadow, and he asked gently: "So, your grandparents and mother have passed away, and what about your father?"

Jiang Nianen lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, my grandparents have been immortal since I was a child, and so is my father...... My mother has not been in good health, and then she went to a secret place with someone, and when she came back, she was seriously injured and ...... a few months ago."

It's only been a few months, and someone has deceived the door, and it seems that the White Tiger Hall is quite arrogant.

Liu Qinghuan stood up and walked between the tables: "This teahouse was opened by your family?

Jiang Nianen cleaned up his sad emotions and smiled embarrassedly: "The refining shop has long been accepted, only my great-grandfather can refine weapons, and our descendants don't have that talent, so we turned to other livelihoods." After the Eagle's Nest City was built, my grandfather had a unique vision and went here to buy this teahouse, but ......"

Liu Qinghuan turned around: "Huh?"

Jiang Nianen lowered his head and said: "My mother is weak, she has been taking medicine all these years, and the family still has some savings, but after my mother was injured, most of them went out, and only this teahouse remained, and the business was okay before, but in the past two years, because of the tense war in the Eastern Wasteland, many people have gone there, and the Eagle's Nest City has been depressed a lot, and our location is a little biased, so the business has been a lot lighter." In addition, those hungry tigers in the White Tiger Hall came to make trouble from time to time, so no one came to the door. ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "White Tiger Hall...... Is it a small sect? Your family has a deep grudge against the White Tiger Hall?"

Jiang Nianen said with a disdainful face: "What kind of sect, it's just a collection of idle monks, who live by being abducted and deceived in this Eagle's Nest City, and from time to time do something to bully the soft and fear the hard." There are three religions and nine streams of people in it, and some gossip is the most well-informed, like the one surnamed Zheng today, who knew that after my mother died, he pulled the tiger skin and wanted to swallow my family's teahouse. ”

He looked at Liu Qinghuan gratefully: "If it weren't for Engong's action today, I'm afraid I would not only be taken away by them from the teahouse, but also killed." ”

He knelt down again: "Engong has been very kind to my Wu family several times, I, I ...... The younger generation has nothing to repay, and I am willing to repay your kindness by being a cow and a horse!"

Liu Qinghuan rubbed his eyebrows and pulled up the young man who kept kowtowing: "Your Wu family's temperament of kneeling at every turn has to be changed, and besides, if I want you to do it, you don't need cows or horses, stand and talk to me well." ”

Jiang Nianen's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was anxious or ashamed.

Liu Qinghuan groaned and said, "There is a small courtyard behind your teahouse?"

"Yes, I live here on weekdays. Jiang Nianen led him to a small door, and when it was opened, it was a boxy courtyard, with a cool well in the courtyard, four or five rooms in front, and three rooms in the east and west compartments on both sides.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and nodded with satisfaction. Seeing Jiang Nianen's puzzled look, he said with a smile: "Speaking of which, now that I am preparing to enter the WTO for a while, it is a good idea to run a teahouse." ”

After thinking about it, I felt more and more that this idea was good. It's not a noisy street outside, but it's not particularly remote, so it's quiet in the middle of nowhere.

He took out a storage bag: "Here are a hundred lower-grade spirit stones, and this teahouse will be sold to me." ”

"No, no, no!" Jiang Nianen waved his hand again and again, saw Liu Qinghuan's surprised eyes, and hurriedly said: "If Engong wants this teahouse, the younger generation should have offered it with both hands, and he would never dare to accept a spirit stone from you." ”

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him: "If you take it, you can take it, what nonsense......! Monk Zhuji, are you still coveting such a little spirit stone!"

Jiang Nianen refused to accept it, and said with a stiff neck: "Grandfather and mother will definitely expel me from the house if they know that I have received your spirit stone, and I will not have the face to see them in the future!"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't do anything about this stubborn kid for a while, and saw his eyes shining and said: "Engong, if you want to open a teahouse, I'll be a running hall for you." Since I was a child, I have been helping my family run the hall, researching tea, making tea, and delivering tea. ”

"You're a monk, what kind of hall do you run, you should concentrate on cultivation! You only practiced the fifth layer of qi at the age of seventeen, are you embarrassed to waste any more time?"

Jiang Nianen sighed, looking dumbfounded. Among the people he knew since he was a child, it was already considered fast for him to reach the fifth level of qi cultivation at the age of twenty.

Liu Qinghuan immediately understood that there was a lack of resources for casual cultivation, and a spirit stone could be broken into two pieces, and the pill was easily reluctant to use. This kid was not easy, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him a little more: "Your qualifications are good, why don't you find a sect to join? ”

Jiang Nianen shook his head and said, "I added a sect, what should my mother do, I don't worry about her being alone outside." ”

"Your mother is a foundation monk. "You're a little broken kid and you're still worried about your mother?

Jiang Nianen said seriously: "My parents are here, and I won't travel far." And I don't have a way, at most I just join a small sect, and the conditions are not necessarily very good, and I am not as comfortable as I am now. ”

In this way, filial piety is commendable, and he has his own ideas, Liu Qinghuan will not say more.

Jiang Nianen refused to buy the spirit stone of the teahouse, and wanted to stay to help him run the hall, but he couldn't get rid of it. Liu Qinghuan considered that some chores really required someone to run errands, so he agreed, and gave him a monthly salary of fifteen lower grade spirit stones.

Jiang Nianen still refused to accept it, and Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to say: "If you do day work, I don't dare to ask you, I would rather invite outsiders again." Also, don't call me Engong in the future, if anyone asks, just say that my surname is Zhang Qingfeng. ”

The kid said with an aggrieved face: "Then what do I call you?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "Just call Mr." ”

Jiang Nianen agreed, and diligently began to tidy up the messed up storefront.

The three people outside the door had quietly slipped away at some point, and Liu Qinghuan didn't care about him, preparing to re-make the environment of the teahouse.

The plaque does not need to be done anymore, and the font size of Qingfeng Tea House is still used. Although there is only one floor, the indoor windows are bright and clean, the ventilation is good, the main hall area is not small, there is a book room, a pantry, and even a small kitchen for refreshments.

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to make money, so he was ready to arrange it according to his preferences.

He was in great spirits, little by little, but in just a few days, the whole teahouse completely changed.

All the original tables and chairs in the main hall were removed, and a screen was placed at the entrance to isolate the view from the door. Liu Qinghuan specially set up a soundproof array to block out the noisy sound outside.

Bamboo curtains are hung on the windows facing the street, and bamboo carvings, bonsai, strange stones, flowers and other furnishings are placed in the house, dividing the unobstructed space into small spaces, and then placing the Huanghuali carved grape pattern inlaid stone square table, on which are placed tea sets of different shapes, with the same circle chairs, and soft cushions. A chess table is placed by the window, and a large writing table is placed on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

In this way, the whole teahouse has only put down four tea tables, which looks elegant and interesting.

The small kitchen where refreshments were made was also converted into a weekday resting room, with wooden couches and a few chairs.

Jiang Nianen was dumbfounded and said, "En...... Sir, isn't that too elegant? There are some rough guys around here, what if there is no business?"

Liu Qinghuan said with satisfaction: "It's okay, it's no better, it's pure." By the way, you can buy the spiritual tea that you went to buy?"

Jiang Nianen said: "I settled in a famous tea shop, and I said that I would talk about it today." But sir, do we really want to sell a pot of ten spirit stones for Junshan Yunwu tea, and fifty spirit stones for a pot of Baiqisu flower tea? This, this...... The cheapest one is a pot of spirit stones......"

Liu Qinghuan had already walked to a tea table by the window, and sat down with the curling fragrance of tea from the teapot on the table, and the sunlight leaking through the cracks in the bamboo curtain made people warm.

He hadn't felt this kind of complete relaxation for a long time, and for a moment he felt sleepy, and said lazily: "Make the tea card, hang it in a conspicuous place at the entrance, and write that the store does not provide refreshments." In the future, if someone comes to the door, you can only serve tea and collect money, etc., and you will not take credit. When you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can practice with peace of mind. ”

"Oh. I'll buy it later. ”

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes: "Let's leave it empty first, I may refine some pills or magic weapons in the future, and put them on sale at that time." ”

Jiang Nianen didn't know what to say at all, and he also saw that Liu Qinghuan didn't really want to do business, and basically acted as he pleased.

In response, he should go clean the pantry first.

Liu Qinghuan squinted lazily for a while before taking out a jade slip and looking at it.

The jade slip recorded the true characters of the talisman written by Huang Eryaotuo to him, and he was ready to study it now to see if he could unlock the secret of the three strange words on his body.

Whether it's alchemy or talisman making, if you want to be profound, these partial arts are not something that happens overnight, and each of them takes a lot of time.

Thinking that he has been cultivating alchemy for so many years, he has only barely achieved some success. Previously, when he left the country in Qianzhong, he had prepared the materials for refining weapons and was ready to practice alchemy, but the results were all put on hold because he wanted to re-practice fire-based alchemy.

Fortunately, he didn't have to learn talismans from scratch, he just needed to understand the real characters of various talismans, and then look for similarities or similarities with yellow cloth, jade talismans, and animal skins.

Those words composed of dots and lines are too special, and there are many kinds of real characters, and there are only a few that are really close to them, such as the previous star script, as well as the worm script, the water spirit script, etc., but it doesn't mean that other types are not similar, so his progress is not fast.

The days passed slowly and leisurely, and all the shops on this street knew that the Qingfeng Teahouse had changed owners, and the new owner was a vassal and elegant stranger, and the tea in it was frighteningly expensive.

The tea sign hanging at the entrance scared away a large number of guests, and those who were deliberately troublesome and did not give money for drinking tea were all thrown out, and they were in a daze on the street for a long time, and disappeared after losing their faces.

This includes the White Tiger Hall who came to find the ballast.

The three short men of that day were extremely angry when they returned, and they complained to the church. A small teahouse has not been won, and who else will be willing to accept them in the White Tiger Hall in the future, so how can this face be lost!

So, when the teahouse reopened, more than a dozen fierce men came to the door, ready to tear down the entire teahouse, but just walked in the door, no one saw one, so they flew out, and fell into the middle of the small street, and slept for a long time.

This time it was terrible, and the high-level officials of the White Tiger Hall were also alarmed, but they also knew that it was strange, and they no longer dared to come to the door directly, but sent a master in the early stage of foundation building, and in the middle of the night he sneakily touched it with a fire fold, and then was found hanging on a tree three miles away the next day, and he hadn't woken up yet.

The hall master of the White Tiger Hall was only in the late stage of foundation building, and after tossing and turning for a few nights, he finally made up his mind to make the second hall master, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, come to the door with a mahogany treasure box to apologize.

These days, the nearby neighbors have watched a big show, and when they saw someone coming, they immediately moved out of the bench and tea, happily preparing to watch the play.

The hatred in the heart of the second hall master, but at this time, he couldn't care about the eyes behind him, he only stepped into the threshold of Qingfeng Teahouse in fear, stood for a while, and was obviously relieved to find that he had not been thrown out of the door, and wiped a handful of sweat before moving in step like a needle felt.

But he saw a young man turn out from behind the screen at the entrance, and said to him expressionlessly: "Mr. said, tell you to put down your things and leave, don't come in the future." ”

So, within half an hour of entering, the second hall master went out empty-handed, soaked his clothes with cold sweat, and ran away in a blink of an eye as if fleeing for his life.

Therefore, Qingfeng Teahouse was open for more than half a month, and no one dared to come to the door until this day, two middle-aged monks dressed in Confucian robes and scribes came to the door, and the entire teahouse finally had its first business.