In the early morning of the next day, He Changzai took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and Zhou Guanglong gave him the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain, and went up to the mountain.

After firing a set of tea utensils from the kiln clay, he took everything and walked to the edge of the small pond to build a stove with bluestone.

Take the clear mountain spring water that flows down from the upstream and make tea.

Si Xia knew that He Chang was not satisfied with her handwriting yesterday, so she carried the camera up the mountain early in the morning.

When I walked into the mountain, I saw that his face was calm, and He Chang, who was making tea by the pool, couldn't help but pout.

I thought to myself, how can this scumbag have the leisure to drink tea elegantly.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is to make videos and make money.

Si Xia didn't want to disturb He Changzai, so he put on a piece of music called Half Pot Yarn, and stood in the distance and secretly filmed.

"The ink has entered the water, cross a pool of blue and white flowers, pick five red glows, and pick bamboo to go home......"

In the live broadcast room, water friends typed one after another.

"My male god is drinking tea, he is dressed too plainly, if he wears a Hanfu, he is a proper ancient style beautiful man!"

"Little brother, are you ready to take the elegant route, how can you drink tea, I miss the little brother who painted beautiful paintings before!"

"The little brother drinks a big red robe, it really has style, it's not simple!"

"I think if the little brother drinks a little camellia, it will be very in line with the style of painting!"

"I go to work at three o'clock every day, and I am tired of running around, so I envy my little brother for calming down and drinking tea!"

"Me too, I'm working overtime every day, I'm only thirty, and I have a lot of gray hair!"

"I yearn for this kind of landscape and pastoral life too much, but it's a pity that deep in the city, there are too many things that I can't let go!"

"I decided, when I get old and earn enough money, I will go to live the same life as my little brother!"

......

He Changzai noticed that Si Xia was coming, but he ignored it and didn't care.

He poured the boiling tea from the teapot into a small and delicate teacup, squeezed it with his hands, and drank it to himself.

He Changzai thinks he is a layman, and he brought the tea over because he wanted to drink tea and calm his mind.

In the live broadcast room, the sailors looked at He Changzai with a pleasant and comfortable expression, and typed one after another.

"Little brother, this look, this style, I can't find any other words to describe it except for the word elegant!"

"It's too immortal, my heart deer is rambling, it's beating too hard!"

"Girl, I haven't seen a man blush like this in my eighteen years, it's really panicked!"

"Have you noticed this set of tea sets for my little brother, it turned out to be Ru porcelain!"

"There are four teacups in total, and the carved bamboo orchid plum chrysanthemum is so exquisite!"

"Yes, you see, and the pine carved on the teapot, it's really lifelike and vivid!"

"I feel that my little brother was a little out of time, if he was born in ancient times, he would be a son who is famous all over the world!"

"Those who are willing to drink tea with Ru porcelain, in the world today, I'm afraid there is only one little brother!"

......

When I used to work, He Changzai was always busy, and he was in a hurry to eat, and he couldn't feel at ease.

Now facing the green mountains and green waters, it feels very comfortable to take a sip of the big red robe that exudes a rich fragrance.

Tea tasting is a very particular thing, it is not advisable to drink more, if you drink too much, it will become a thirst-quenching thing.

After drinking a small glass, He Chang spread the rice paper on a flat bluestone on the shore.

The ink was poured into the inkstone, studied with ink strips, and began to copy the poems of the immortals.

After drinking some tea, He Chang was quiet, feeling a little better than the state of copying last time, and he didn't put any Taoist music, the pen was very smooth, and the words on the paper seemed to be a lot more free.

......

About half an hour later, after Si Xia took a video, he went down the mountain.

On the way, she passed by Xie Hao and seven or eight of his disciples.

Xie Hao glanced at Si Xia, didn't say anything, and walked towards the mountain with his apprentice.

When the group went up to the mountain, they saw He Chang copying the poems of the immortals by the pool.

Xie Hao waved his hand at the disciples behind him, motioning for them to wait before coming over.

So, his disciple stood in the distance and whispered.

"This man is so handsome, but he is dressed a little plainly, if he dresses up a little, he will be a male god who is alive!"

"Such a young calligraphy master, the master is not mistaken!"

"I don't believe it, I started learning calligraphy at the age of four, and now I'm in my thirties, and I'm still unknown!"

"As the saying goes, this place has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the scenery is very good, which is very suitable for cultivating sentiments!"

"It is said that beautiful women come out of green mountains and green waters, I really don't know what the girls in this village are!"

"Now in this year, good-looking girls have gone to big cities to develop, who will stay in this ravine...... But that female anchor just now is really good-looking!"

"You see there's a set of tea sets on the stone over there, this person is really leisurely and elegant!"

......

"Let's go, come with me to visit this little brother!"

At this time, Xie Hao saw that He Chang was copying the poem of Youxian, as if he was not going to write it, and was washing the inkstone, so he hurriedly said a word and walked over with his disciple.

After He Chang washed the inkstone, he turned his head to look at Xie Hao and said:

"It's fun to have friends from afar, sit down and have a cup of tea!"

"I originally thought that a master like the little brother who is secluded in the mountains and forests is generally tall and withdrawn, and he doesn't like people, but I didn't expect you to be so approachable!"

Xie Hao exchanged pleasantries with He Changzai and sat around the big bluestone with the tea set.

His disciples were all standing on the sidelines, and they were not qualified to sit down.

He Chang lit the fire, took some clean water from the upstream, re-boiled a pot of tea for Xie Hao, and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Xie Hao picked up a piece of He Chang's copying from the ground, looked at it carefully, smiled, and said:

"Of course, I'm here to catch a glimpse of your words!"

Surrounding Xie Hao, the person who questioned He Changzai's words just now.

One by one, after seeing the handsome and elegant, transcendent and dusty picture in their master's hand, restrained without losing subtlety, and vigorous without losing the beautiful words.

They all turned red and were very embarrassed.

At the same time, I felt a little ashamed of myself, thinking that they were almost all people of the same age, and some of them were older than others.

Why is it that people have such a high attainment in calligraphy, but they are only apprentices, and they are not even famous, and sigh that the gap between people is too big.

After reading the words for a while, Xie Hao's face was overjoyed, and he looked like he couldn't put it down, looked at He Changzai, and said in a sincere tone:

"I take the liberty of asking, I don't know if the little brother can give a piece of writing to the next!"

He Changzai frowned slightly, and said seriously: "These things, I haven't written the chic taste in my heart yet, it's a bit unsatisfactory!"

"Xiaoyou, these words you wrote may not be good enough in your eyes, but in my eyes, they are already perfect!"

He Changzai saw Xie Hao's eager eyes and spoke:

"Since you like it, take one away, this kind of less than ideal thing, it's not good to spread too much!"

Xie Hao nodded and asked, "Little brother, do you ever have a seal, I want you to stamp it for me!"

He Changzai took out the bloodstone seal from his pocket, as well as the lipstick that Si Xia gave him and forgot to go back.

A layer of lipstick was applied to the seal and covered it on the paper in Xie Hao's hand.

Xie Hao looked at the seal on the paper, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Just then, his phone rang, and when he answered it, a voice came.

"Master Xie, the national calligraphy competition starts today, and works are being collected, you can quickly bring the works over, don't forget that one person can only take three calligraphy works, you can't take more!"