Ten, brew tea

After the prohibition was lifted, Sangmo suddenly felt an emptiness inside and didn't know what to do.

As for her master, as long as she didn't disturb him, Shen Yanqing could obtain the Heavenly Book on his own.

Besides, with his excellent talents in this life, as long as no one discovered his Fox Demon identity, he could stay on Changli Mountain, a land of blessing, and ascending wouldn't be a problem.

Regarding the Evil God, she had spent such a long time in the Mortal Realm in her past life without hearing anything about it, so she guessed it wouldn't appear anytime soon.

She never knew that being idle could be so distressing.

It was an itching of the heart and scratching of the liver.

The look of despair on Shen Yanqing's face when he was dying in her previous life kept swirling in her mind, making her feel like her head was about to explode.

During the summer solstice, the room was stifling hot, and Sangmo took a deep breath and stood up with her fan to open the window.

As soon as she propped the window open with a stick, Sangmo keenly sensed someone standing outside it.

She looked up and saw Shen Yanqing's handsome face again.

Her guard instantly went up, "What have you come for again?"

At the moment, Shen Yanqing was dressed in a crow-black long robe, his smooth black hair held up with a conspicuous Gold Thread White Jade Hairpin, and those indifferent phoenix eyes coolly glanced over at Sangmo.

In that instant, Sangmo's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that Shen Yanqing didn't answer, Sangmo went out on her own, "If you're not here to trouble me, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

Shen Yanqing hesitated for a few seconds, then moved silently to sit down under the grape trellis by the stone table.

Seeing this, Sangmo couldn't help but laugh and went to find some tea leaves inside the house.

Lately she had received many things, among which were tea leaves.

After searching for a long time in the cupboard, Sangmo finally found a box of tea leaves wrapped in a brocade box called Guzhu Purple Bamboo Shoot, said to be worth a fortune.

She opened the lid and sniffed.

In her past life, Shen Yanqing loved to brew tea on a small stove, and the fragrance that wafted out was exactly this scent.

Tsk, such a fancy man, even his tea is expensive.

Sangmo muttered to herself and carried out the stove for boiling the tea.

Shen Yanqing sat quietly under the grape trellis and waited, and when he saw Sangmo come out, he silently straightened his hair.

She skillfully lit the charcoal and was about to boil water.

Shen Yanqing reached out and stopped her, "This tea needs to be roasted over fire, wrapped in foil paper into tea cakes, and after cooling down, it should be finely ground and then sifted through a strainer. When brewing tea, add fresh mountain spring water to boil."

Shen Yanqing said so much all at once, and Sangmo felt overwhelmed; she even regretted asking him to stay for tea.

"Haven't your previous masters taught you such simple things?"

Sangmo swallowed, sensing something odd about the way he said it.

But wasn't her previous master Shen Yanqing himself?

In her last life, she never saw him teach these things.

Seeing that Sangmo didn't speak, Shen Yanqing started doing it himself.

Sangmo watched him take out from his storage bag all the utensils needed for brewing tea, then quietly and smoothly went through his own steps to start making the tea, every motion flowing like clouds and water, indescribably graceful.

Watching him, Sangmo found she just couldn't look away.

It wasn't until Shen Yanqing suddenly called her that Sangmo barely snapped back to reality.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Yanqing asked knowingly.

Sangmo's face turned red, and she hastily grabbed the cup he passed over and took a sip.

The scalding hot tea hit her mouth, and Sangmo almost jumped.

"Why is it so hot?" Sangmo blurted out in a huff.

Shen Yanqing looked down, concealing the mischief in his eyes, "Tea that's just boiled is naturally hot."

Sangmo was frustrated, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, Shen Yanqing!"

This was the first time Sangmo had called him by his name since she was reborn.

It felt a bit awkward, but oh so satisfying!

Shen Yanqing sipped his tea calmly and said slowly, "So disrespectful."

After finishing a pot of tea, Shen Yanqing seemed quite satisfied, "Where did this tea come from?"

Sangmo replied carelessly, "Gu Chao sent it. I thought you would like it."

"..."

Shen Yanqing suddenly froze, and the next second he disgustingly threw the cup away, his eyes immediately filled with hostility, and he said in a somewhat incredulous tone, "You're giving me something from him to drink?!"

Seeing his expression, Sangmo felt a bit afraid, "What's... what's the matter? Is the tea not good?"

Shen Yanqing stood up abruptly, his face gloomily frightening, as if what he had just drunk was some kind of poison that could rot his guts.

Sangmo didn't understand, "Why are you angry?"

Shen Yanqing didn't speak, his face cold as he took out a stack of silver notes and placed it on the stone table, "Although I am not wealthy, I can still afford the money for a pot of tea."

After speaking, he turned around and vanished on the spot with an escape technique. Sangmo tried to reach out to grab him but grasped at thin air.

She looked blankly at the place where Shen Yanqing had disappeared, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Everything was fine just a moment ago; why did he turn his face so suddenly?

The air was still filled with the rich aroma of tea. Sangmo picked up the silver notes he had left on the table, which seemed to still retain the warmth of Shen Yanqing's hand.

She clenched the silver notes in her palm and sighed softly.

Just as she was about to clean up the tea set, a burning smell suddenly filled her nostrils, making Sangmo cough.

She turned her head and saw thick black smoke billowing from around the courtyard.

Someone had set a fire intending to burn her to death!

Sangmo waved her hand to collect Shen Yanqing's tea set and turned to run towards the courtyard door.

But somehow, the door had already been sealed shut.

She stepped back a few paces, then with a leap vaulted over the wall and out.

It was Su Qianqian!

Carrying a can of oil, she held a Fire-line Magic Instrument in her hand. Seeing Sangmo emerge, she angrily threw down the can and raised the artifact to strike Sangmo.

A fierce fire dragon surged straight towards Sangmo's face.

Sangmo used an escape technique to circle behind her, then raised her foot and kicked Su Qianqian's behind with all her might.

That kick sent Su Qianqian tumbling to the ground, and Sangmo pounced to snatch the magic artifact from her hands.

Su Qianqian tried to grab it back, but Sangmo directly slapped her across the face!

This was the first time in her life that Su Qianqian had been slapped, and she was stunned for a few seconds before erupting into a furious rage.

Unfortunately, Sangmo pinned her down firmly, making it impossible for Su Qianqian to resist, and she broke down screaming in desperation.

That pig-like squeal soon drew the attention of their father, who had just returned home.

He had been busy all day, had not eaten a thing, and upon entering his home, he saw the courtyard on fire and his two daughters fighting, which immediately made him so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

"Stop it, all of you!!"

His bell-like roar startled both of them.

Obediently, Sangmo let go of Su Qianqian and stood up, meekly saying, "Father."

But Su Qianqian, heedless of everything, saw that Sangmo was off guard, lunged forward, and bit into Sangmo's thigh.

Sangmo instinctively gave her a hard elbow on her head, then bent her knees and knocked her back again with force.

Su Qianqian fell backward, her nose bleeding profusely, clutching her head like a nest, wailing like a banshee.

"Father, save me, Su Jinyi wants to beat me to death."

Indeed, the evildoer complained first.

Sangmo was about to say something when she saw the look of blame in their father's eyes as he looked at her, and a look of distress when he looked at Su Qianqian.

He silently helped Su Qianqian up. Taking advantage of the situation, Su Qianqian buried her head in their father's arms and sobbed loudly.

A picture of deep father-daughter affection.

Sangmo felt somewhat dazed; in truth, without the entanglement of interests, their father's heart was still more inclined to love Su Qianqian.

Thinking of how Su Jinyi had no choice but to sacrifice herself to avenge her mother and obtain everything that should have been hers, Sangmo felt distressed.

Such a large magical formation diagram, how much blood must be shed to draw it out.