"Then I refuse."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Zou Zian fell silent.
Li Qingcha opened the window and looked out at the dark night wrapped in the myriad stars.
The morning breeze blows, and the sound of the wind whirring in my ears brings endless loneliness and embarrassment.
a long time,
"Don't you want to think about it again?"
Zou Zian's voice sounded again.
Li Qingcha said: "What's there to think about? I refuse."
"If a monk is afraid of fighting, it will affect his state of mind."
"I can't. Don't you think about how I passed the first level? In terms of the stability of my state of mind, most people should be... hehe... In short, Sect Master Zou doesn't need to worry about me."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Quiet again.
After a while,
"Junior Brother Li, if you refuse, then the third level of the 'test' will be wasted. I will have to come up with new questions, which will take a long time, maybe even until tomorrow."
"Isn't the 'test question' Zou Yan?" Li Qingcha asked, "Why is it useless?"
"I meant void."
"Oh~"
"If you delay it until tomorrow, the two stars you earned from the Star Point Tower today will be..."
Hesitant to speak.
Li Qingcha smiled contemptuously. This was also a common method of exerting pressure.
When buying something, people often say, "Can you think of a lower price for this item?", but the salesperson pretends not to hear them.
That's the benefit of being thick-skinned.
Li Qingcha said, "Let's not beat around the bush. Sect Master Zou, please ask Zou Yan to come up to me..."
She also started to play the game of wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it.
I guess Zou Zian and Zou Yan must be feeling like they're on a roller coaster right now, right?
"..."
"..."
"..."
It whets your appetite.
Li Qingcha then said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't let Zou Yan kowtow to me three times, that's too ungentlemanly... Hmm... How about this, let him offer me a cup of tea?"
Serving tea is a courtesy for younger generations to show respect to their elders.
If Zou Yan did it, he would lose.
But at this point, Zou and his son didn't seem to have any particularly good choices.
Li Qingcha was calm and composed, not panicking at all.
￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥
Island in the middle of the lake,
Central Square.
"Toast tea!"
"Toast tea!"
"Toast tea!"
……
At first, there were only a few people discussing it, but as time went on, everyone started to make a fuss.
Gong Yihan chuckled.
Now, the pressure is on Zou Zian.
"Brother Zou," she said, "Junior Brother Zou lost the extra match. The third round of the Meridian Contest had nothing to do with him. Now that Qingcha has given him a way out, why don't you take advantage of the situation and back off quickly?"
Zou Zian was so angry that his fists hardened.
Can this be called a staircase?
It was clearly roasted over a fire, and it was almost turning into crispy pork belly, with oil dripping from it.
He shouted, "Be quiet!"
The pressure from the second rank was still there, and the people around shouting "Serve tea!" stopped.
Zou Zian looked at Zou Yan.
"Qiang'er."
Zou Yan suddenly felt that the situation was not good. He remembered the experience of being slapped in the face before and shook his head frantically.
Zou Zian said: "As long as you win, you can get all the ground back."
Zou Yan still shook his head.
Wu Cheng, who was standing by, saw this and interrupted the conversation.
"I'll be fair."
Every person who starts his speech with this sentence is probably not very fair.
Zou Zian wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Wu Cheng only said: "Junior Brother Zou, after all, not everyone is Li Qingcha, whose state of mind can be as stable as a rock. For ordinary people...sigh...a cultivator's fear of fighting will affect his state of mind."
This is quite pertinent.
But because Zou Zian had said the same thing to Li Qingcha's army, it sounded extremely sarcastic.
Zou Yan looked at his father with a look of despair, as if to say, "Why do you give me so many things to do? It would be much better if I could just stay somewhere quiet!"
Zou Zian gritted his teeth.
"Qiang'er, go."
Afterwards, he lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong with offering tea? Don't forget that he has just broken through to the eighth rank. He can't be your opponent."
Zou Yan was depressed.
He was already frightened by Li Qingcha.
At this time, Li Qingcha's voice came from Wan Xingling: "When Junior Brother Zou comes up later, in addition to bringing tea, please help me borrow a knife from the Sun Sect disciple."
puff~
Gong Yihan couldn't help laughing out loud this time.
Li Qingcha is really good at exerting pressure.
Gong Lianxue, who was standing next to her, also had a smile on her face with her eyes curved.
"Master, that guy is really powerful, he must not be done yet."
As expected, just as the girl finished speaking, Li Qingcha's voice came again: "Hey, I just broke through to the eighth level, and I just wanted to find someone to practice my sword skills with. Thank you, Junior Brother Zou."
Zou Wei: …
The calves are twisting.
Logically speaking, as a seventh rank, he shouldn't be afraid of Li Qingcha.
But he had failed too many times before, and coupled with Li Qingcha's inexplicable performance when he went up the tower, Zou Yan had lost confidence in the "truth" of realm suppression.
but,
"You must go!"
Zou Zian pinched Zou Yan's shoulders without even noticing how much strength he was using.
Zou Yan was in so much pain that he could only nod his head.
"Father, can't I go?"
Call ~
Zou Zian let out a long sigh.
"You will win."
Zou Yan did not comment on this evaluation.
He turned around and borrowed a knife from a Sun Sect disciple, then asked a Moon Sect girl for a teapot and teacups, and walked up to Wanxing Ling.
Because of the Xingzong technique, Chen Feng's effect on him was not strong.
He soon arrived at the Dianxing Tower and climbed to the third floor.
Li Qingcha is already waiting.
"Junior brother, are you here?"
Zou Yan was helpless and said, "I came here to ask for advice, Senior Brother. Please show some mercy."
As he said that, he threw the knife over.
Li Qingcha took it.
Zheng——
The steel knife was half unsheathed, and with the help of the starlight outside, it reflected a bright area on the walls and ceiling of the third floor of the Star-Pointing Building.
Li Qingcha glanced at Zou Yan, raised the corner of his mouth, and sheathed his sword.
"Where's the tea?"
Zou Yan gritted his teeth and poured tea for Li Qingcha.
There were no tables or chairs, so he could only operate while standing, and his movements seemed a bit clumsy.
"Brother, please."
Li Qingcha put down the knife, took the teacup, used the tea cover to separate the tea leaves, and then sniffed it gently.
She frowned and said, "How could it be jasmine tea..."
Zou Qiong: ￣□￣｜｜
He instinctively suspected that the other party was looking for trouble, and his heart was in his throat.
did not expect,
"Never mind, jasmine tea is fine too."
Li Qingcha took a sip.
Afterwards, she said to Zou Qiong in a very respectful tone: "Actually, I prefer Biluochun, but... hey... it's not easy for you either, so forget it."
Zou Yan's heart seemed to be struck by something, and a warm current flowed through his body.
He was filled with gratitude.
"Thank you...thank you, brother!"
