I’m Really An Outsider

Chapter 309 Tea Ceremony, Poetry

But I'm not a doctor, and I don't know medical skills, so I know a little bit about it.

How can this be good.

If the old man’s Parkinson’s is still in the early stage, Luo Huangjun can give him a whole lot of tonics to nourish his body.

Maybe it can be saved.

But this fucking is obviously late.

Just as there were thousands of thoughts in Lord Luo's mind, the dean stood up all of a sudden, and was about to kneel down in front of Lord Luo.

"Old man, what are you doing."

Luo Zhoujun took a look and quickly supported his body.

"Senior, I don't have much time, you have to save me."

The dean shouted pitifully.

Luo Zhoujun glanced at him, and it seemed that the old man knew that he didn't have much time.

But he was really helpless.

If you refuse in public, wouldn't it chill the Dean's heart?

But if he agrees, what will he do to treat it.

After thinking about it, Jun Luo decided to stabilize the dean's mentality first, and then slowly find a way.

"Old man, you can rest assured, I will help you with all the things you can. The most important thing for you at the moment is to maintain your health."

Luo Zhoujun patted him on the shoulder, softly comforting.

At the same time, he personally poured a cup of tea for the dean.

"Come on, take a sip of tea to lower the fire first."

"Okay, then it's a job senior."

The dean looked at Luo Zhoujun deeply, and he didn't say much.

Since the senior said that he would help him, he would definitely help.

The dean firmly believes that if an immortal takes action, he can definitely help himself through the difficulties.

His attention immediately fell into the tea. Qingyu told him just now that this tea is very good, but it is a rare treasure.

He was shocked when he looked at the tea in the teacup formed by the rules of the avenue.

Take a deep sniff, it's really extraordinary.

The dean couldn't wait to take a sip.

When the tea entered his throat, it suddenly turned into the law of infinite heaven and earth, wrapping his body.

For a moment, he felt as if he was enveloped by the avenue, with infinite Taoism flowing in his body.

As if even taking a breath, there are avenues in it.

"This...this is really immortal tea. After a cup of tea, I have become more intimate with Dao Dao, and my muscles and veins have been fully activated. In time, I will surely break through the Divine Fire Realm in one fell swoop!"

The dean made waves in his heart, staring at the tea cup in front of him.

If it were not for personal experience, he would never believe it.

You know, the Great Emperor Ninth Stage is only one step away from the Divine Fire Realm on the surface.

But only when you really reach the Great Emperor Ninth Stage can you understand how far you are from the Divine Fire Realm.

Originally, the dean's cultivation to the Great Emperor Ninth Stage was already at the limit, and it was impossible to go one step further.

But a cup of tea underwater not only fully activates his muscles, no less than the peak of his youth, but also allows him to get close to the Dao, and it is easier to touch the principles of the Dao and break through the divine fire state.

At first, Qing Yu said that this was a fairy brew, but the dean didn't believe it.

After all, to put it bluntly, this is just a cup of tea.

But when he really drank it, he really understood how terrifying this tea was.

It seems that senior intends to help me, otherwise, why would he come up with such immortal brew and bestow it on me?

"Thank you senior, this tea is the best tea I have ever had in my life."

The dean exclaimed without hesitation.

"Hehe, the old man knows tea too? How about you and I discuss it together?"

Luo Zhoujun asked back.

The tea brewed by himself was affirmed by others, Luo Huangjun was still very happy.

"I am dissatisfied with the senior. I know a little about tea ceremony. When I write poems and appreciate the scenery, I will taste a few mouthfuls, but compared with senior, it is not enough. How can I dare to discuss tea with senior."

The dean shook his head with a wry smile.

In fact, he is not only talented and talented, he is also a well-known genius in the tea ceremony.

In this Martial Venerate continent, if only talking about the tea ceremony, there are really few people who can compare with him.

But in the dean's view, senior is a giant who can brew Tao tea casually. In senior's eyes, this tea ceremony is just like a child's play.

Therefore, he did not dare to make tea in Luomen.

"Do you still write poetry?"

Luo Zhoujun looked at the dean in surprise.

He was really a little surprised, this old man is still full of resources, it is really interesting.

"Haha, know a little bit, it's not a worry, senior, it's not a secret. I came here with Qingyu this time because I heard Qingyu say that senior also has deep insights on poetry, so I came here to ask senior for advice. two."

The dean put his posture very low and said respectfully.

Luo Zhoujun glanced at him and thought about the future.

"Well, you can ask a question at will, let's discuss one or two."

Hearing this, the dean turned his head and looked around, his eyes finally fell on the flowers and plants in the yard, and he couldn't help but say.

"Senior, what do you think about spring as the subject?"

"Yes, it's also spring."

Luo Huangjun didn't object either, but nodded, without thinking, he said casually.

"Wild fire, in spring."

boom!

The moment his voice fell, the Taoism between heaven and earth instantly boiled.

The infinite Taoism gathered together, forming ten golden characters in the air, which were displayed in front of the two of them.

They were shocked, and when they looked up, an invisible force swept over them and enveloped them.

For a moment, the dean seemed to see the sky full of fire burning, scorching the whole world, so that it burned the earth to ashes.

But when spring comes, everything is revived, the power of life swept through the heavens, and countless lives came back to life.

This powerful force shocked the dean.

"It's a terrifying mood, is this the legendary way of saying what you say? It's terrifying."

The dean murmured in shock.

He felt that his practice for thousands of years had really fed the dog.

Even a senior's artistic conception is not as good as one-tenth of a million.

Qing Yu on the side was equally shocked.

She is familiar with the complete collection of poems and essays for primary school students, and she understands more how terrifying this kind of artistic conception is.

I am afraid that I can only look up to senior and cannot surpass it.

"Old man, what do you think?"

Luo Zhoujun asked whether he was too salty or not indifferent.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

The dean praised and said admiringly.

"Senior, forgive me for my ignorance. Although I have seen the artistic conception, I can't understand the meaning."

"What?"

Luo Zhoujun was stunned for a moment. Why is this old man talking so confusing.

What mood and meaning.

He didn't mean that he didn't understand it.

I rely on.

This old man is a few dozen years old anyway, and he should have read a lot of books.

This f*ck can't even understand the poems learned by elementary school students.

What the fuck is that you know a little bit of fur?

I think you are better than illiterate.

I don't understand the meaning on the surface, so if I learned the whole sentence from a middle school student, don't you have to jump off the building.

"You...no more, don't understand if you don't understand, then you and Qingyu will think about it."

Luo Huangjun sighed.

He is too lazy to explain to the illiterate.

Hearing the words, the old man gave a wry smile.

It seems that he is so stupid that the senior has no thoughts to give directions.

However, the old man was not angry, but felt that he was earning his blood.

He looked at the ten golden characters gathered in the air by Taoism, and he had a feeling that once the Insight was thoroughly understood, he would definitely break through the Divine Fire Realm in one fell swoop.

"You guys rest here for a while, I have something to do."

Luo Huangjun said to the two of them.

"Senior, go ahead and leave us alone."

Qing Yu waved his hand.

"Well."

Luo Zhoujun nodded, and immediately walked towards the courtyard.

He still has a lot of paper money to collect, so he has to hurry up.

And the two deans were in the lobby, constantly insight into the poem of Luo Zhoujun.

But with the passage of time, Taoism gradually dissipated until it disappeared.

The dean couldn't help but sighed, but he didn't have any Insights yet.

When he was just about to go to ask Luo Qianjun again, his eyes suddenly fell on the paper money on the ground.

Damn it!