On the surface, Tiandizhi is a teahouse.

Actually, it's not mysterious.

When you enter the pavilion, you will see many tea guests, who may gather together to play chess, chat and enjoy flowers, or feel feelings about life...

Not noisy, quite quiet.

"Hey, it's the Chuner girl from Xiufang."

"Last night, I went to Fengyue Pavilion to listen to music."

"You are not afraid that your wife will deal with you."

"I'm not afraid or afraid, I'll make the decision at home."

"Who is the person next to Miss Chun'er?"

“Don’t know.”

“…”

While talking in a low voice, Chun'er and Xu Qing stepped onto the stairs and headed to the second floor.

Although it was my first time here, Chun'er did not listen to any discussion about "knowing heaven and earth" in the Xiufang.

This is a common and unusual place.

Both mortals and practitioners can enter and exit and ask for answers.

Depending on the value of the answer, the money you need to pay is different.

And you may not necessarily get the answer you want, and the price may not be all money.

There are not many people coming every day, but there are also many.

There are people of all identities.

…

In my memory, Chun'er and Xu Qing came to the second floor and saw the young man lying on the lounge chair, wearing a blue shirt, reading leisurely.

There is only one master in heaven and earth, called Jiangming.

The young man in front of him is Jiang Ming.

"Mr. Jiang."

Chun'er followed the titles mentioned by others, and was respectful but not rude.

Jiang Ming did not read it, so he looked at the book in his hand and said casually: "Sit."

Chun'er sat opposite Jiang Ming.

Xu Qing was silently aside, humming a song that was indifferent.

The second floor is very quiet and comfortable.

The window is next to the seat, and the sun shines in, making it very suitable for reading.

Chun'er glanced around and paused on the circular array plate on the floor next to her. Then she moved away and fell on the book in Jiang Ming's hand.

The style of this book looks a bit strange.

The book cover has a name called "The Domineering President: My Stepmother Eighteen".

There are also such books and works, and they were passed down in the era tens of thousands of years ago. They are in small quantities and are very precious.

Jiang Ming was enjoying it.

Chun'er didn't make any noise to disturb her and sat quietly and waited.

suddenly.

The array plate next to it lit up and a figure appeared on it.

Chun'er looked over.

He is a big man.

A very honest and honest man.

The man's expression was a little wrong, his eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, and he was quite crazy.

"Woman...kill..."

The big man looked at Chun'er and suddenly spoke, his voice full of anger, hatred, and disgust.

Chun'er couldn't help but feel a little scared and subconsciously grabbed Xu Qing's hand.

Xu Qing looked at the man, still smirking and humming the song lightly, but it was a little different inexplicably...

"Requiem."

Jiang Ming's calm voice sounded, and then the formation plate turned, and a white brick condensed and appeared on the head of the man.

The two big words "Requiem" can be vaguely seen on the bricks.

Bang!

Banzhu took himself out, slapped himself hard on the back of the man's head, slapped the man out of the formation plate, and fell to the ground.

Chun'er breathed a sigh of relief.

The big man seemed to have nothing to do and slowly got up.

"Huh."

Jiang Ming put down the novel in his hand and looked at the big man and said, "How much stimulation has he been, he has become evil."

The big man smiled grimly.

Jiang Ming didn't care, so he dipped some tea in the teacup on the table next to him, and then painted it in the air at will.

"Soul-Suppressing."

The words are over.

The talisman was formed and turned into a stream of light, which instantly stuck to the big man's forehead.

The next moment.

The big man's body trembled, his eyes disappeared, and he calmed down.

Plop!

The man knelt down in dismay, and tears flowed out.

"Why...the answer is so cruel..."

"The son who has been raising for eighteen years is not my biological son..."

"My wife who has been married for eighteen years has been carrying me and Lao Wang next door for eighteen years..."

"Haha... I'm still an orphan, not my parents' birth, but picked up from the roadside..."

"Hahaha...hahaha...woo..."

The big man cried bitterly, his body suddenly twitched and fainted.

then.

The man disappeared out of thin air.

Chun'er was stunned for a moment, came to her senses and looked at Mr. Jiang in front of her.

now.

Jiang Ming is still the same as before, reading the novel with relish.

Everything just now was like an illusion.

Chun'er is silent.

The novel turned to the last page. Jiang Ming put down the novel with an unfulfilled intention, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Chun'er, and said lightly: "Woman, after seeing the spiritual statue just now, what do you think?"

Chun'er whispered: "It's better not to know some things."

Jiang Ming said satisfied: "Not bad."

Chun'er's eyes were firm and she said, "Chun'er is not afraid."

Jiang Ming shook his head slightly and said, "Ha, a woman who doesn't know the height of the world, but...I like..."

This tone, this words...

Chun'er didn't care and smiled softly.

The smile is beautiful.

That pure charm is full of charm.

Jiang Ming was slightly lost in his mind, and then he regained his indifference. He remembered the "code of conduct for domineering presidents" he had carefully summarized, and said coldly: "Go."

Chun'er stood up and thanked him and walked towards the formation plate.
To be continued...