Wuji was a little strange and said, "Please drink tea, don't worry, this tea is fine. The best mountain springs are cooked to ensure that they can quench their thirst and nourish their energy."

The beautiful boy was stunned for a moment, pointed to the pottery bowl and said, "Why... do you have to put the bowls in the same order and pour the tea as much?"

Wuji suddenly realized and couldn't help but touch his head and laughed twice.

He was a science and technology worker in his previous life, and he was rigorous and meticulous in his experiments. If he was negligent, he might affect the results of the experiment. With more than ten years of strict requirements, he developed the habit of being meticulous and almost obsessive-compulsive.

Even in this life, he did not change his habit and strived for standards and uniformity in everything he did.

If two bowls are placed on the table, the distance between the two bowls and the edge of the table will definitely be the same. If two bowls of tea are poured, the two bowls of tea will definitely be the same, and the error will be strictly controlled within the error range required by the experiment.

He did not deliberately pursue these things, but developed a habit and did it naturally. But in the eyes of others, this was inevitably a bit strange.

Especially for a person who sells a big bowl of coarse tea.

"Oh, nothing, it's just a habit."

The beautiful boy didn't say anything else, picked up two bowls of tea and walked towards the carriage. One of the old and the young, one sitting in the carriage, and the other standing outside the carriage, drinking tea while talking softly.

Wuji stood far away and did not listen deliberately - eavesdropping on other people's conversations is also impolite - he just picked up a rag and wiped the already clean thick wooden table over and over again.

This is also a habit developed in previous lives, keeping the work area clean and minimizing the possibility of errors as much as possible.

After a while, the old man got out of the car, walked slowly to the table, put the bowl in his hand on the table, and said in a harmonious voice: "Young man, can you give me another bowl of tea?"

"Of course." Wuji nodded, put down the rag, washed his hands in a bucket next to him, and then picked up the scoop and scooped half a bowl of tea for the old man. The old man bowed his hands behind his back, looked at Wuji calmly.

No more or less, it's like measuring cylinder, with as much tea as last time.

Wuji put down the water scoop, held the tea bowl in both hands, and handed it to the old man. "Old man, please have tea."

The old man took the tea bowl but didn't drink it. He looked at Wuji, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Just now, the beautiful boy mentioned Wuji's habit to him. He was a little curious and decided to come and see it with his own eyes. Seeing Wuji's skillful and natural movements, his neatly trimmed nails, and his clothes that were almost broken when they were pulled, but were washed clean, he nodded silently.

He lowered his eyelids, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Young man, the heartbroken grass and the Forgetful Flower are mixed together to make tea. I have also drunk several times and have never had any abdominal distension. What's wrong with this tea? Did you put other things on?"

Wuji shook his head: "Old man, if you follow the ordinary method of cooking tea, there is no problem. However, if the cooking time is long enough, it will be different."

"How long is it enough...?"

"Two hours."

"Ha." The old man laughed silently, but his curiosity in his eyes became even stronger. "What's the affair between you and Zhao Hu? You have to spend two hours cooking tea to harm him? Moreover, if you want to harm him alone, just one or two bowls, why do you have to cook a large bucket?"

Wuji hesitated for a moment and briefly explained the grudge between him and Zhao Hu.

"Zhao Hu is the life of a tiger. Once he passes the test, he will definitely become a warrior. I am the original man and have no chance to resist at all. I can only let him slaughter. All I can do is to prevent him from passing the test. Even if I can't stop it, I will make him famous. Cooking a bucket instead of a bowl is to avoid him being suspicious."

"So that's it." The old man slimly, took a sip of tea, and asked again: "What? Are you afraid of him taking revenge?"

Wuji frowned and looked at Tangshan in the distance. He didn't say anything more. Of course he was prepared, but these preparations could not be told to a stranger. According to the strict laws of the empire, he had to be beheaded if he left his residence without authorization, let alone secretly crossing the border and being a fugitive.

Seeing Wuji's face feeling embarrassed, the old man did not ask again, put down the tea bowl, walked back slowly, whispered a few words to the beautiful boy, got on the carriage, closed the car window. The beautiful boy stood in front of the car window, looked at the closed car window, and begged softly: "Sir..."

"Don't be too troublesome. He is just an original person, and his future achievements are limited. You can save him for a while, but you can't save him for a lifetime." The old man's voice came from the car, low and hoarse. "What's more, our situation is more dangerous. It's harmful to him, it's not good, and it's not fair to him. That's right, let's go."

"Sir, for us, this is just a small task, but for him, it is an opportunity to change his destiny. Although the original man does not have any ability to transform, he is serious in his work. If he has the opportunity, he may not be able to live with dignity. Sir, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Just be kind and give him a chance. If you take a step back, even if it is useless, it will not be a loss to us."

"Oh--" the old man pondered for a long time and sighed softly: "When a bird is about to die, his singing is sad; when a man is about to die, his words are good. Go and give him a silver medal and let him go to the temple in the town to try his luck. Whatever step he can go depends on his own luck."

"Mr. Xie." The beautiful boy was overjoyed and turned around and walked towards Wuji. He took out a silver medal and gently placed it in front of Wuji. His finger pressed on the silver medal, without letting go.

"Brother, we have drunk your tea, there is nothing to thank you. I will give you this silver medal. Half an hour later, you will take this silver medal to the temple in the town and hand it over to the priest. If you ask him to arrange a position in the temple, Zhao Hu will not dare to harm you in the future. However, you have to agree to a request from me. If anyone asks about this silver medal, you can't mention us, okay?"

He paused and added: "This is for your own good."

Wuji looked at the silver medal, then the beautiful boy, pondered for a moment: "Okay, no matter what situation I encounter, I will not tell you."

"Okay." The beautiful boy pushed the silver medal in front of Wuji and smiled: "Remember, go again in half an hour. Within this half hour, you can take a good look at this silver medal, which may be helpful to you." After saying that, he turned around and left, boarded the carriage, and shook the reins lightly.

Wuji picked up the silver medal and watched the beautiful boy leave in a carriage and turn south at the fork in the distance, and frowned.

There is only one way south: lead to Tangshan and enter the Purple Moon Forest - the border between the Great Qin Empire and the Demon Kingdom. This is the escape route he chose for himself, and he spent countless thoughts and careful investigation.

Are they just like me? But since they can get such a silver medal and make the priests in the town obey orders, why should they be fleeing people? Being fleeing people is not a promising thing. Even if it is him, he will not choose to flee without that step.

The Demon Kingdom is the enemy of the Great Qin Empire. In order to fight with the Demon Kingdom, countless heroic warriors died in Tangshan and in the Purple Moon Forest.

Who are they, and what is the use of this silver medal? It can actually allow the priests of the temple to arrange a position for him?
Chapter completed!