Li Ping'an left behind Yun and everyone with messy faces in the wind, and then left gracefully.

Runtu blinked and turned to look at Qin Sheng.

"Brother...are you looking for me?"

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

It was covered with snow outside, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the lake was slowly freezing.

Li Pingan stretched out his hand, and heavy snow fell on his palm.

Gently pinch it, the soft and smooth touch

Catching a snowflake, the delicate hexagonal ice flower did not melt in his palm.

Instead, it was wrapped and shaped by a group of breath.

As winter passes and spring comes, tea is brewed in snow water.

A bowl of tea brings a refreshing fragrance to your nose.

Warm sunshine and white snow in winter.

Hold a handful of snow and brew a pot of tea.

A ray of floral fragrance, a ray of warm sunshine.

Under the sunshine, it shines in people's hearts, and it is so beautiful that it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Qin Sheng, who was hiding in the dark, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

Damn it! This guy is really good at pretending.

Li Ping'an, dressed in a green shirt, stood facing the wind.

A gentle smile bloomed on his handsome and elegant face.

It looks very casual, but you can feel an otherworldly temperament.

Li Ping'an sipped the tea, the tea soup swirled in his mouth, and his mouth and nose suddenly felt fragrant.

Divide the tea into three sips, and test the tea temperature with the first sip.

The second sip is to appreciate the aroma of the tea, and the third sip is to drink the tea.

Qin Sheng stared and almost applauded.

Elegant, as elegant as his grandma!!

Just when Qin Sheng was sighing, Li Ping'an had already walked out of the house.

Today is the day when Li Ping'an challenges the inner disciples.

Qingfeng has made all arrangements, and the disciple will deliberately lose to Li Ping'an on the competition stage.

What surprised Qin Sheng was that Li Pingan made two cups of tea even though he was alone.

I just had a drink, put on my hat and walked into the snow after finishing it.

On the left is the old cow, and on the right is the bouncing Runtu.

Qin Sheng walked out of the darkness and looked at the back of Li Ping'an as he left.

He snorted, what's the use of being elegant.

Poor and particular!!

Is this what people rely on in spiritual practice? It’s all fancy.

What people rely on in practice is strength! The strong are respected.

Although there are many people who use tea to enter Taoism, in Qin Sheng's opinion, these are off-beat paths.

He could sneak into Li Ping'an's room silently and even see his movements clearly.

The other party was unaware of it, and it would be easy to kill him if he wanted to.

Elegance has no use!

After comforting himself in this way, Qin Sheng felt much better.

But in my mind, I still couldn't help but recall Li Ping'an's actions when making tea with snow, grinding tea, and ordering tea.

Pleasing to the eyes.

Qin Sheng quickly slapped himself and reached for the tea on the table.

Warm tea enters your mouth and you drink it in one sip. It has an indescribable mellow taste.

I only feel sweetness in my mouth, no bitterness anymore.

I couldn't help but pour myself another glass.

Drink again, your throat will be smooth and your mouth will be full of sweetness.

The heat in the body is swept away, and the mouth is filled with fragrance.

This aroma seems to have a refreshing taste and a sweet taste.

It goes straight to the heart and feels indescribably comfortable.

Great tea!!

At this time, Qin Sheng suddenly found a note under the tea cup.

The handwriting is compact, the pen is strong and powerful, and it penetrates the back of the paper

"This cup is reserved for the gentleman on Liang Shang."

Qin Sheng: (ΩДΩ)!!!

.............

The main peak is the competition platform.

"Coming!!"

At the competition stage, at first glance, there are probably hundreds of disciples here, all here to watch the excitement.

There are even some little elders.

After all, it was about Tongtian Peak, and Qingfeng was recruiting a disciple again after hundreds of years.

The disciple Li Pingan faced off against this time was named Zhang Xiaojing.

He is a disciple of Xiaofeng Hall, ranked ninety-two.

He was wearing a white robe, a loose robe without any wrinkles.

Paired with the platinum fan in his hand, it gives people a feeling of looking down on the world.

Well, this look is really nice.

No wonder Qingfeng chose him.

Qingfeng gave Li Ping'an a thumbs up and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, everything has been arranged for me.

You two get on stage and start pretending to fight, and after thirty rounds, he will pretend to lose to you."

Li Pingan nodded, "Understood."

After getting on the competition stage, the two of them bowed to each other.

Then take one step forward.

In an instant, the entire arena was silent, and even the sound of mosquitoes could be heard clearly.

No one spoke, no one moved, everyone's eyes fell on the ring.

Let the fight begin!

Zhang Xiaojing's professional quality is very good, and his fake fighting skills are top-notch.

At the beginning, the two tested each other,

Each move seems to be very fierce and difficult to distinguish.

The moves are steady, and there is gradually a tendency to advance and retreat between offense and defense.

He advanced and he retreated, he advanced and he retreated, and it became a combined attack.

Both sides seem to be able to predict the changes in the other's moves, and each can strike first, and neither can do anything to the other.

Elder Qingfeng took the lead in applauding in the audience.

I secretly rejoiced: Yes, that’s how we fight.

Sure enough, money can make the world go round.

Several other young elders saw the clues, but no one figured it out.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

Although Qingfeng is stupid, he is really powerful.
To be continued...