Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Thanks to the skill given to her by the marshmallows, Azhao now has the spiritual power and is able to make contact with the real thing.

Zhan Ming looked at her and reached for it: "Thank you. ”

Zhao poured himself another glass. When he saw him like this, Guan Er laughed: “Master, do you doubt me? ”

Zhan Ming smiled lightly: “The poor monk believes in my Buddha, believes in my eyes, believes in my heart. ”

He picked up the teapot and sipped gently: "Good tea. ”

A Zhao also took a sip and left the tea pot on the table: “The spring water in the mountains is clear, Master, this tea is also delicious, it is really good tea. But..."

Zhan Ming sipped tea quietly and waited for her unfinished words.

A Zhao flipped his wrist and a sophisticated set of tea utensils appeared on the table.

“Just tasted the master's tea. Now, how about a taste of my tea? ”

Zhan Ming took a quiet look at her and smiled gently: "Ah Zhaoshi, go ahead. ”

A Zhao then re-boiled a pot of water, and used Zhan Ming's tea leaves, only to replace the tea utensils and water he brought.

“Master, please. ”

Zhan Ming took the teapot and lifted it open and placed it on the tip of his nose.

Not so long ago, I smelled a cold nose.

Azhao said with a smile: "This is the key to making tea with any water. Master Shan Zhong Qingquan is naturally a fine product, but in my courtyard, there is a golden plum, the first season of winter Meikai, the first pile of snow falling on top, sealed with porcelain, buried in the ground, on the 7th and 49th, dug out to make tea, it is also better than this Qingquan water, Yu three points. ”

Zhan Ming took a sip of tea and shook his head gently: "Lord A Zhaoshi is modest. The golden line of plum is a pan-domain tribute. The fragrance of the day of Meikai is full, rare and rare. There is a bet in the Tea Code.According to the owner, the tea made from the Golden Line Mei Xue water is the world's first class. ”

Zhao refused, just asked: "Master, how do you like my tea? ”

Zhan Mingzhen: “Excellent. ”

Azhaotou looked at him: “I am a young master, but Buddha is not weaker than anyone else. Would you not give in to this remote, deep mountain temple? ”

Zhan Ming dropped the teapot: “What does the donor mean? ”

"A Zhao laughed:" Now the Buddha's law is heavy. If such high priests are willing to show up in front of people, they will have a great reputation. ”

She held up the tea cup in her hand and sipped a light sip: “At that time, this golden plum will be rare and, for the master, it will only be available in spit. ”

Zhan Ming dropped the tea cup in his hand and read the Buddha with his hands together.

“It seems that Master Azhao is not sincerely buying tea from poor monks. ”

Azhao sighed: “I am just, admiring the masterful Buddhist magic. ”

Zhan Ming shook his head: “Whether it's the gold wire Meishe, or a ladle of fresh springs, it's just thirst quenching. ”

He got up and gave a gift to A Zhaoyi: "Amitabha Buddha, it is not too early, it is time for the poor monks to rest, tomorrow there is an early class. ”

A Zhao watched him go away with a straight back.

Cotton candy nagging said: “It's all thirst quenching, but I think Nine Points... Well, flower morning dew and nectar exchange honey water is much better than spring water. ”

A Zhao glanced at this silly white group and laughed: “If you are a person, you must be a vulgar person. ”

The marshmallows whispered: “What is a vulgar? ”

A Zhao appeared behind her with a soft collapse in the sky. She went on a smooth journey with her hands resting on the back of her head: “Anyone with desire is a vulgar person. Like you and me. ”

Marshmallows don't seem to understand: "So monks aren't vulgars? ”