bookcurios Chapter 174: The Disharmony of Tang Swords
Chapter 174: The Disharmony of Tang Swords
Different from the ordinary tea cups, these cups were specially made by Zhen Youqian. They are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and are about as high as a palm. He also thoughtfully provided them with bamboo straws.
So after Yan Xin tasted the rich sweetness of the combination of milk and tea, she took a big sip and was amazed by the soft, chewy coconut flesh at the bottom of the cup.
"Chu Xinglan, did you research this? It tastes so good!"
When the others saw her expression, they became curious about the milk tea in front of them and couldn't wait to taste it.
Chu Xinglan also took a shallow sip. It was still different from the milk tea he knew, but the ingredients used in the cultivation world obviously gave the milk tea a unique flavor, which satisfied him.
Yan Xin just sighed casually, and didn't think of asking Chu Xinglan for any answer. She concentrated on tasting her own peach blossom.
When Zhen Youqian brought over the snacks, I couldn't help but order two more cups of other flavors.
Thinking of something, he looked at Chu Xinglan a little embarrassedly: "I will pay for these two cups."
After all, one cup costs five low-grade spirit stones, which is still very expensive. She still feels a little embarrassed to let Chu Xinglan pay for it.
Chu Xinglan was about to say it was okay, but Song Ling got ahead of him and spoke with a smile.
"Sister Yan, we are all friends, there is no need to be so polite. Besides, this shop hasn't opened yet, I just want to bring you here to taste the food and see if there is anything that can be improved."
"If Sister Yan feels bad about it, just go back and help us promote it."
Yan Xin nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, your food is so delicious, I will definitely tell my senior sisters and junior sisters when I go back, and ask them to come and try it."
Song Ling's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled, his tone filled with undisguised joy: "Thank you, Sister Yan."
Han Feiyu, who was standing by, saw him spreading his peacock feathers and calling everyone he met his sister. He clicked his tongue and took a piece of dessert from the table and stuffed it into his mouth in an unhappily manner.
"I can't even stop your mouth from eating."
Song Ling achieved his goal, so naturally he didn't mind his behavior. He obediently ate the snack in his mouth. He was already calculating that the meeting here would take at least two or three days. Anyway, it would take too long to finish discussing everything, so he would make a fortune by then.
Chu Xinglan looked at Song Ling, who was obviously lost in his fantasy, and shook his head speechlessly.
I have to admit that Song Ling is indeed a good businessman, at least he is much more suitable than me. He is sweet-talker, has many ideas, and his looks and temperament are outstanding. He can definitely coax little girls to spend money.
With a casual glance, I saw Fuwawa sitting alone with his head down, sipping his fruit tea slowly. No one knew what he was thinking about. The atmosphere around him seemed to isolate everyone from him completely.
Chu Xinglan sighed. His attitude towards the lucky doll was really complicated.
At first, he thought the little monk was interesting, and then he thought the lucky doll might be approaching him for some purpose. However, when he was trapped in the formation and helpless, it was the lucky doll that arrived first and protected his back desperately.
Maybe he wouldn't have died if the lucky doll hadn't come, but it's definitely impossible for him to be alive and kicking now. This is a life-saving favor. If his master hadn't come, the lucky doll would really die.
But if he were to accept the lucky doll without any reservations, Chu Xinglan asked himself if he could do it.
Just like what the lucky doll said to him when he saw him, he felt that Chu Xinglan had a natural attraction to him, he just liked her.
Chu Xinglan wanted to get closer but was subconsciously rejecting her. He didn't know why, but he felt that if the two of them got too close, there would be consequences that he couldn't bear.
He has always believed in his intuition, but in this situation, it would be like being ungrateful if he rejected the lucky doll, and he himself couldn't get over it.
Unable to help but sigh again, Chu Xinglan really couldn't bear to see others chatting animatedly, just because of his pitiful look, so he awkwardly pushed the pastries on the table towards him.
"Why aren't you talking? Try this snack, it should be considered a specialty."
All things are difficult at the beginning. After Chu Xinglan said the first sentence, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Seeing him pick up a piece of cake and take a bite, he asked curiously.
"I wanted to ask you yesterday. I saw that the disciples of your Hanshan Temple all used Buddhist beads, vajra and other things. Where did you get the Tang sword from that day?"
Recalling the bright light of the knife when it was unsheathed, Chu Xinglan was really curious. That knife didn't look like some cheap stuff.
But it is really indescribable that it appears on the lucky doll.
Han Feiyu, who was arguing with Song Ling, heard the Tang sword and immediately threw Song Ling aside and came over curiously.
"What Tang sword?"
The lucky doll looked up at Chu Xinglan, thought for a moment, then took out the Tang sword from his Qiankun bag and placed it on the table.
In an instant, the eyes of everyone at the table were drawn to the Tang sword.
The scabbard is pure black with intricate patterns engraved on it. The entire blade is about one meter long, with smooth lines and a slight curve at the tip.
The lucky doll put his hand on the handle of the knife and gently pulled it out three inches before stopping. However, everyone present could feel the evil spirit that emanated from it.
Han Feiyu was quite interested in these things. At this moment, he wished that his eyes were glued to the Tang sword. He pushed Yan Xin who was beside the lucky doll aside and moved closer.
His right hand slowly moved across the blade at a distance of a palm, as if he was really touching it, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"Can I touch it?"
No matter how much he liked someone, Han Feiyu was still rational and polite, but anyone could see the longing in his eyes.
Fuwawa had never seen Han Feiyu in the secret realm before, and didn't expect him to have this kind of personality. Then thinking about it, Song Ling was also a bit mean, maybe Xinglan likes this kind of person?
There were a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled shyly at Han Feiyu and explained.
"It's not that I won't let you touch it, it's just that the knife has too much evil energy and I'm afraid it might hurt you."
Then he looked at Chu Xinglan and said, "I didn't get this knife after I entered Hanshan Temple. My master said that I had this knife with me when he found me. He had been keeping it for me before. He gave it to me before I came out this time and told me to use it for self-defense, but not to use it unless absolutely necessary."
He paused here, feeling a little hesitant, but looking at Chu Xinglan's frown, he gritted his teeth and continued speaking because he wanted to get more attention.
"The evil spirit on this knife is too strong. I can't control it now. I will be directly controlled by the evil spirit, lose my mind, and turn into a killing machine."