Nangong Zhe, dressed in a white robe with blood-red patterns, sat quietly in front of the table. Beside Nangong Zhe stood the substitute Altar Master of the Golden Altar of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, Mashiro. He was also wearing a white robe with blood-red patterns, but the patterns on his robe were more concise.
Originally, Nangong Zhe left Mashiro in the Lion Clan's alternate dimension, but Mashiro wasn't willing to stay in a safe place by himself. Instead, he let Nangong Zhe wander between life and death. However, because of Nangong Zhe's repeated persuasion, Mashiro, who was also one of the Five Elements Altar Masters, was reluctantly allowed to stay in the Lion Clan's alternate dimension.
Now that Nangong Zhe had sent out the four Five Elements Altar Masters and Uchiha Sasuke, who represented the peak strength of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, to carry out missions, Nangong Zhe couldn't appear alone every time he came into contact with the Ninja Alliance. Otherwise, everyone would suspect where the other higher-ups of the Blood Cloth Pavilion went.
After considering various aspects, as well as Mashiro's worry about Nangong Zhe using himself as bait to restrain the Ninja Alliance, Mashiro finally followed Nangong Zhe to such an operation to deliberately put pressure on the Ninja Alliance and attract their attention.
Standing next to Nangong Zhe, Mashiro didn't feel the slightest bit nervous because of his low strength. To put it bluntly, even if Nangong Rou, Little Linger, and even the people in the Blood Cloth Pavilion who cultivated a little were actually much stronger than Mashiro in terms of cultivation, Mashiro's confidence didn't come from his cultivation, but from his wisdom. To be able to help Nan Gongzhe take care of the affairs of the entire Blood Cloak Pavilion and tightly control the Five Elements Altar like the Sharp Metal Altar, how could Zhen Bai be an ordinary person?
Mashiro took out a tea set and a small charcoal stove from a small box he carried with him and placed them next to Nangong Zhe. He gently fanned the charcoal stove a few times, and the small charcoal in the stove that originally didn't seem to be hot turned red. He then placed a small copper pot filled with water directly on the stove and waited for the water to boil.
After watching Mashiro display all of Zheng Yang's things, Nangong Zhe looked at Mashiro with a bit of helplessness and said,
"We're here to negotiate with the enemy, why did we bring so many things? It looks just like a field trip. "
Although there was a bit of helplessness in his tone, Nangong Zhe's eyes also had a bit of a smile. Kai could see that Nangong Zhe was very happy right now. Since he started to plan for the Fourth Shinobi World War, Nangong Zhe had almost no time to accompany his family. Although Mashiro appeared by his side for various reasons, Nangong Zhe still liked the feeling of having his family by his side.
Mashiro heard Nangong Zhe's complaining voice, but he didn't immediately talk to Nangong Zhe. Instead, he directly leaned his body and put his nose close to Nangong Zhe's collar, then he said to Nangong Zhe, "First, you have to smell first.
There's a smell of alcohol on your body. Did you secretly drink a lot of alcohol in the past few days when I wasn't by your side? "
Hearing Mashiro suddenly ask such a question, Nangong Zhe's face turned a little red. There was a time when Nangong Zhe liked to drink very much. After all, the Drunken Immortal Wine left by the Banishment Senior and the Blood-Cloth Pavilion later imitated the Drunken Immortal Wine and made a second-grade Drunken Immortal Wine. Both of them trained Nangong Zhe to be a veteran drinker.
However, as Mashiro stayed longer and longer in the Blood-Cloth Pavilion and read a lot of books about food and the human body, he directly forced Nangong Zhe to quit drinking. Except for a few cases where Mashiro allowed Nangong Zhe to drink a few glasses, he wanted to touch a glass of wine? Dream on!
"It seems like Chi Yan, that idiot, brought you wine again and you couldn't help but drink a lot of it ~"
Almost without thinking, Mashiro directly looked at Nangong Zhe and said his conclusion. After all, this kind of situation had happened many times. Ever since Mashiro found out that Chi Yan secretly brought wine to Nangong Zhe, he had already warned Chi Yan not to do so. Otherwise, he would not let Chi Yan off easily.
However, Chi Yan did not know if it was because Nangong Zhe was the only drinking buddy among the higher-ups of the Blood-Cloth Pavilion. Even in the face of Mashiro's warning, Chi Yan still did things his own way. As long as he had the opportunity, he would definitely drag Nangong Zhe to drink. If it was under normal circumstances, it would be fine. However, Nangong Zhe was currently injured. Chi Yan was willing to drink with his injuries to make it difficult for his injuries to heal. However, Mashiro was unwilling to let Nangong Zhe have any injuries left on his body.
"You asked me why I suddenly brought so many things here. Isn't it to let these tea leaves specially cultivated by the Blood-Cloth Pavilion that can regulate internal Qi to help you offset some of the injuries caused by the wine? I don't care if you like to drink or not, you have to drink properly! "
Although Mashiro's words were quite harsh, Nangong Zhe knew very well that Mashiro was actually worried about his body. Although it was not appropriate to use the words' deep love 'here, it could still slightly express Mashiro's feelings.
Although Mashiro kept saying all kinds of things, his hands did not stop at all. It required extremely complicated steps to stimulate the internal Qi of the tea leaves. Even the most proficient tea master in the Blood-Cloth Pavilion would need to concentrate for at least a quarter of an hour before he could do it. However, Mashiro directly reduced the process to about six minutes while he was happily bickering with Nangong Zhe. Moreover, part of the time was waiting for the water in the copper pot to be heated to a certain temperature.
Looking at Mashiro's slender hand in front of him, Nangong Zhe also smiled slightly and directly took the teacup from Mashiro's hand. He observed the color, smelled the fragrance, and tasted the taste. Although Nangong Zhe did not care about the many details when drinking tea, he still attached great importance to Mashiro's cup of tea. He followed the three steps that were necessary in drinking tea.
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