Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 189 Impatient
On the first floor of the auction house, a place to receive distinguished guests.

Gu Ming was sitting upright, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, the heat was blowing on his face, as if he didn't feel the heat, he took a big sip.

Smash your mouth after drinking it, and praise the good tea.

Putting the teacup on the table beside him, Gu Ming played with his fingers boredly.

He was waiting for someone, and the person waiting was Fu Xiaoyun.

The door was opened at this moment, and the steward walked in first.

Then came Fu Xiaoyun and Chen Feng.

The steward saw that Gu Ming's tea was gone, so he graciously went to help refill it.

Gu Ming has been staring at Fu Xiaoyun ever since she entered the door.

Chen Feng blocked his sight unhappily.

Only then did Gu Ming realize that there was another person who came with Fu Xiaoyun.

Gu Ming stood up from his seat, and politely saluted Fu Xiaoyun, without any airs of being the master of a sect.

Fu Xiaoyun raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself, she looks easy to get along with, but she doesn't know if she looks the same.

In today's world, there are too many smiling tigers.

After all, knowing people and knowing faces does not know the heart.

"Gu Ming, the suzerain of Yi Xunzong."

"You must be the genius alchemist that the steward said, right?"

Gu Ming's voice was thick and magnetic.

It doesn't quite match his looks.

He looks very youthful, but his voice is that of an uncle.

It makes people feel a sense of contrast.

(I know how cute the contrast is)

(It’s the feeling of a child pretending to be an adult)
Others were polite and polite, Fu Xiaoyun naturally couldn't shake his face.

She also bowed and smiled at Gu Ming friendly, "Fu Xiaoyun."

"It's not a genius, it's overrated for being in charge, it's just that you learn things a little faster."

Modesty is sometimes a way to pretend.

Invisible coercion is the most deadly.

Gu Ming twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, thinking, you are not a genius, so what am I?
A born idiot?

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Fu Xiaoyun really deserves to be a master at destroying the atmosphere.

……

The steward Tiancha finally came back.

Seeing that the atmosphere is awkward, quickly enliven the atmosphere.

Well, it worked.

Several people found seats nearby and sat down.

Fu Xiaoyun took the tea from the steward, but she put it aside and didn't drink it.

She doesn't particularly like tea.

For her, the only function of tea is to quench her thirst when she is thirsty.

As for the taste, she couldn't taste it, it felt like drinking plain water.

The mindless wrangling started, and I couldn't get to the point for a long time.

Fu Xiaoyun became a little impatient.

She hates this kind of communication the most. There are a lot of polite words, but few of them are sincere.

"Sect Master Gu came to me just to chat about family matters?"

"I still have a lot of orders that I haven't processed yet, so please forgive me."

Fu Xiaoyun was planning to leave as soon as she spoke, wasting her time by talking so much nonsense.

Gu Ming originally wanted to insinuate for a while, but he didn't expect Fu Xiaoyun to be so impatient.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have prepared so much, so I’d just go straight to the cliché.

Isn't he trying to be less obtrusive and less purposeful?

As a result, Congmin was misunderstood by her cleverness, and she resented her by talking too much.

Gu Ming got up quickly to stop Fu Xiaoyun, intending to explain the main purpose of this time.

Chen Feng, who had been silent for a long time, stood up at this moment and stopped Gu Ming who was approaching.

Gu Ming almost forgot about Chen Feng's existence, mainly because he was too silent and didn't have a strong sense of presence.

"Wait a minute, young people, don't be so impetuous. We're going to get to the point soon."

If you can't touch it, you can only rely on words.

At this time, the steward also came up to persuade.

Fu Xiaoyun sat back in her seat for the sake of the manager.

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(End of this chapter)