The tea was naturally not Song Tingwan's; she basically couldn't find anything ordinary among them.
It was something Wan Qiji searched for a long time before finally finding it.
"I never thought I'd be drinking it again after putting it in there before."
Wan Qiji smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
"Luckily you had some, otherwise we wouldn't even have tea to drink." Shen Zhuochuan smiled and poured tea.
The man moved gracefully and unhurriedly to the side. Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow and gently nudged his arm.
Shen Zhuochuan was taken aback, then glanced sideways and understood.
Then all movements were toned down and kept as simple as possible.
Finally, some of the arrogance that clashes with her current image has faded.
They weren't pretentious people; they drank ordinary tea.
"What should we do? Six people can make two tables for a game of cards."
Baili Xijiang rubbed his hands together, realizing it had been a long time since he had played cards.
He's going to win all their spirit stones! He'll use them to buy his master a hairpin!
"That's not a good idea. We're already eye-catching enough, and playing cards will only make us more so." Qin Xi thought for a moment. They were too conspicuous and attracted too much attention, and he was worried that they would be targeted.
Thinking about it, Baili Xijiang, chin in hand, was drinking water and had just been feeling a bit bored.
Wan Qiji, unusually reserved, took out six storybooks.
Not to mention the others, Song Tingwan looked over in surprise.
"Aji, you..."
She asked with a complicated expression, "When did Aji develop this hobby?"
Wan Qiji quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, I often buy novels about the Demon Realm for Senior Song Hexi, but I haven't had time to send them over yet."
He doesn't like reading storybooks; he'd rather wield a knife a few more times.
As she explained, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Song Siyao.
Then he met Song Siyao's teasing gaze with a smile.
"I almost thought you had this hobby."
Wan Qiji was slightly embarrassed. "I still prefer sparring."
Song Siyao raised her chin and nodded, looking somewhat arrogant.
It seems they agreed with his statement about liking to compete.
Song Tingwan lowered her head slightly and covered her lips with a smile.
"Then let's read a storybook. Look at mine, it's... 'The Overbearing Demon Lord Falls in Love with the Cold and Aloof Goddess'...?"
She twitched her lips.
So the clan leader likes reading this type of storybook.
"Hahaha, next time I go into Yunyin with Wan'er and A Yao, the clan leader won't stop me from going outside, will he?"
Qin Xi laughed uncontrollably and flipped to the title of the storybook in front of her.
"My book is called 'The Rogue Cultivator Kills the Heavens and Finally Ascends to Immortality.' Wow, that's a pretty arrogant title."
Song Tingwan covered her face and laughed, "Should I try to save face for the clan leader?"
Looking at the book "Rebirth of a Beloved Wife, Killing Her Husband to Prove Her Dao" in front of him, Song Siyao couldn't help but shake his head silently, a smile playing on his lips.
"It's probably beyond saving."
The group laughed as they looked at the book title, when Uncle Yue somehow moved closer to them.
"Um... this story is really interesting. Do you have any more? Oh well, I don't have anything valuable to trade with you. Can I sit next to you and watch it with you?"
Uncle Yue gave them a fawning smile.
Even his slightly stubbled chin exuded interest.
Wan Qiji was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Song Tingwan to let her make a decision.
The round table was quite large. She smiled at the person and brought out another chair. "Okay."
This wasn't out of curiosity or ulterior motives; they just happened to come to their door, so why not?
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Uncle Yue moved a chair and looked them over.
It was definitely inappropriate to sit next to a woman, so the remaining three men—
One of them had a smiling gaze, was calm but somewhat distant.
One of them looked honest and simple, but he was so big that I felt like a weakling sitting next to him.
The once powerful cultivators disliked this feeling, so they decisively chose the black dragon with the most foolish smile.
This one seems easy to get along with, so I'll choose him.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Don't worry about me, I read very quickly."
Uncle Yue sat down next to Baili Xijiang and smiled at him with narrowed eyes.
Baili Xijiang moved a little closer to Aji so that he wouldn't feel so cramped. "Haha, sure, let's watch together."
"By the way, bro, thanks for the reminder. What are you going to do in the next city?"
Are they really going to slaughter pigs?
Baili Xijiang's eyes were bright and sparkling, and he looked very sincere.
Uncle Yue laughed heartily, “Go to the next city to slaughter pigs. I’m very skilled at slaughtering pigs and I divide the meat very evenly. If any of you need this kind of business, you can call me.”
"Oh right, I haven't had a chance to introduce myself yet. My name is Yue Wuyou."
No longer dwelling on the past, being carefree is enough.
"Yue Wuyou, what a lovely name," Baili Xijiang complimented, glancing furtively at his uncle.
I wonder if my uncle remembers this name.
You can understand him at a glance.
Chen Zhuochuan sighed helplessly, lowered his eyes slightly, and shook his head with a very gentle curve.
I still don't remember.
All right.
Disappointed, Baili Xijiang turned back and suddenly met Uncle Yue's slightly raised eyebrow.
"Young brother, why are you looking at that fellow Daoist when you hear my name? Could it be that we are old acquaintances?"
Although he was smiling when he said the last sentence, he enunciated each word very clearly, and his eyes were smiling so hard that it was difficult to discern his true emotions.
Shen Zhuochuan nodded to him, "I've traveled to many places and have many friends. He's young and admires me a lot, always thinking that I know everyone."
This explanation is very much in line with Baili Xijiang's personality.
But she couldn't help but glare at her uncle.
"I see. May I ask how you fellow Daoists are addressed?" Yue Wuyou lowered his guard and asked in a cheerful manner.
"..."
For a moment, I was stuck.
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