The young man has a very amazing name, named Wu and Sheng, and is the only clerk in this teahouse. He has great skills in making tea and is also well-known in this area.

Wu Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Huang Ying for a few times. Suddenly, a honest smile appeared on his face and said, "It turns out it is Sister Huang Ying. Long time no see, why are you here? Where is Uncle Lang?"

Uncle Lang mentioned by Wu Sheng obviously refers to Chen Bailang. It seems that Chen Bailang has come here to drink tea a lot before.

"You Uncle Lang has something to do today. You have never seen each other for so long, and you are taller than your sister." Huang Ying said with a smile.

"Hehe, Sister Huang Ying has become more beautiful." Wu Sheng smiled innocently...

"You are just sweet-mouthed, but my sister likes to listen. It's not in vain that I bring you a bunch of comic books." Huang Ying said.

"Really? Where is it? I haven't read comic books for a long time." Wu Sheng suddenly lit up his eyes and said.

Huang Ying waved, and soon the driver was driving a big box out of the trunk. The Wu Sheng suddenly flashed his body and flashed past Chen Qingyang and the others. Before the driver could react, the box was already in the Wu Sheng's hand.

Chen Qingyang and Mu Ge looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

The Martial Saint's speed is not fast, but the strange thing is that he does not make any sound of breaking through the air, which is simply incredible.

"Naruto, One Piece, and my favorite Dragon Ball, Sister Huang Ying, I love you so much." Wu Sheng said excitedly holding a box of comic books, as tight as if a child was as happy as getting his favorite toy.

Chen Qingyang and Mu Ge were speechless. The Martial Saint was about the same age as them, but his mind seemed to be underage!

"It's good that you like it. Why don't you click in and make a pot of tea for your sister to drink?" Huang Ying smiled.

"Okay, go now."

Wu Sheng rushed into the teahouse with the big box of comic books.

"Don't stand, go in first." Huang Ying said.

Immediately, the three of them stepped into the teahouse and a fresh tea fragrance suddenly came to their faces, giving them a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

After the three of them found a seat at random, the Martial Saint brought up a pot of tea that had just been brewed and poured each of them a cup of clear and light green tea, which was exactly what he had mentioned before.

Chen Qingyang picked it up and took a sip. The fragrance of tea filled his entire mouth. Even a person who doesn't like tea, he immediately fell in love with the smell of tea.

"Xiao Wu, where is your father? Why didn't you see him come out?" Huang Ying asked after taking a sip of tea.

Chen Qingyang's eyes immediately looked at Wu Sheng. The person Chen Bailang asked him to come to find should be Wu Sheng's father.

"The old man didn't know what he did last night. He didn't come back until midnight and hasn't gotten up yet? Why, are you looking for him?" Wu Sheng asked.

"Well, we have something to do with him. By the way, I haven't introduced you to you yet. His name is Chen Qingyang, and he is your Uncle Lang's son." Huang Ying pointed at Chen Qingyang and said.

The Martial Saint's eyes immediately looked at Chen Qingyang, looked at him curiously, then took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said, "Hello, my name is Martial Saint."

Seeing a provocative look in Wu Sheng's eyes, Chen Qingyang smiled faintly, and then stretched out his right hand.

"Chen Qingyang."

The moment he shook hands, a terrifying force suddenly came, and Chen Qingyang's right hand suddenly deformed.

However, there was no movement on his face. With a gentle force, the Martial Saint on the opposite side suddenly frowned, and then a hint of pain appeared on his face.

Chen Qingyang's power is enough to rival a warrior at the first level of the innate realm. If he does his best, it will be enough to easily crush the Martial Saint's hand.

Seeing that the Martial Saint's expression had changed a little, Chen Qingyang took the initiative to remove his strength and let go of his right hand.

"It is worthy of being Uncle Lang's son, Xiao Wu is willing to give up the disadvantage." Wu Sheng said with a calm expression.

"You are not bad either." Chen Qingyang said politely.

The power of the Martial Saint may not be as strong as his, but there seems to be a very strange power hidden in his power, endless and continuous.

"Hehe, if you have the chance, let's have a chance to compete, I feel you are very strong." The Martial Saint suddenly showed a fiery fighting spirit in his eyes.

"I'm happy to accompany you." Chen Qingyang shrugged, and he also wanted to know what the strange power in the body of this Martial Saint was.

"Then I'll make up that way. I'll go and ask my old man to get up first, hoping that he won't be scolded to death." After Wu Sheng said that, he turned around and walked into the pavilion.

After the Martial Saint left, Chen Qingyang turned his eyes to Huang Ying and asked, "Miss Huang, who are they? How could they live in seclusion in such a small place?"

Huang Ying shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know either. I just know that he knew your father very early, but the relationship between them is a bit special."

"Why is it special?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously. He still remembered that Chen Bailang said that the man hated him quite a bit.

"Once I accidentally heard your father mention that they were very good friends before, and they had been born and died countless times, but later they turned against each other because of a woman." As he said that, Huang Ying looked at Chen Qingyang with a strange look.

Chen Qingyang was stunned and asked, "Don't tell me that person is my mother?"

When Chen Qingyang first saw the name of this teahouse, he felt a little strange. Now that Huang Ying said this, he was almost certain that the boss of this teahouse also knew his mother, and his relationship was definitely not ordinary.

"Young master, you are really smart. That's right. They turned against you because of your mother. I don't know the specific reason, but the final result must be that your father won, otherwise you wouldn't exist." Huang Ying said.

Chen Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "No wonder he hated Chen Bailang. Even his beloved woman was taken away. If it were me, I would hate him."

Huang Ying smiled undeniably, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Is this Martial Saint the man's own son?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously.

"Well, he married someone else later, but I have never seen his wife before. She should have been gone, otherwise there would not be this teahouse." Huang Ying said.

Anyone can tell that the man is still obsessed with Chen Qingyang's mother.

"How strong is he?" Chen Qingyang continued.

"I don't know, but I'm sure I won't be weak, otherwise I'm not worthy of being your father's opponent." Huang Ying said.

"Well, I don't know if he is willing to help me." Chen Qingyang sighed slightly and said, the Nalan family has not given him much time.

"It's hard to say that his temper is very strange. I came with your father a few times, and after saying a few words, the two started fighting." Huang Ying said helplessly.

Just as the two were talking, a sound with a little bit of vicissitudes of surprise suddenly rang out.
Chapter completed!