Qingwen methodically cleaned her hands and the case, and then sat on a stool made of old pear tree roots and waited......

She closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and gradually settled down......

After a moment of settling, Qingwen slowly opened her eyes.

She untied a cloth strap from her shoulder, placed it on the case, and gently unfolded it.

I saw that in the long wooden case, on a clean white linen, a set of six pieces of extremely old porcelain was laid out.

In the audience, those ignorant spectators discussed: "What kind of tea set is this? It really can't be compared with the thin wood utensils of the 'Tea King'!"

Some people also said: "You see that in normal times, that Qingwen, this kid dares to cook better than the kitchen saint Wang Wu, and the needle is better than the red line girl, but it is no worse than a quiet girl, that is, don't let her touch any weapons, I can see her dancing with a gun and sticks, and it is better to compete with the god of war woman." Tea fighting, this is Sven's work, he, can he do it......"

"Alas, you said it too soon!"

"Shhhh

Qingwen was as focused as a child who had seen flowers and plants for the first time, her eyes widened, and she was engrossed in it, using a wooden clip as old as a tea vessel, to gently pull out a piece of hot charcoal from the charcoal basin that had been prepared.

As if offering incense, she held the wooden clamp in her left hand and gently sprinkled the water from the wooden spoon on the red charcoal block with her right hand.

With the sound of "stinging, stinging, stinging-" and the process of water turning into white vapor when it meets heat, Qingwen put down the utensils in her hand, and she folded her hands and stood on the side of the case.

It turned out that Na Qingwen had already used the yellow leaves on the treetops to swing, and had judged the direction of the wind, and then, she calmly chose a direction to place the charcoal, and then the wind drove the white steam rising from the charcoal, so that it floated leisurely, and the white steam slowly and happened to float onto the porcelain......

This clear air lingers, and then, all of it melts into the cold jade-like porcelain.

The porcelain is warm and cold, and the white vapor mist washes the porcelain into extraordinarily white, translucent and clean, and then condenses into water droplets on the porcelain wall.

The breeze is not only ......

In the blink of an eye, the water droplets on the porcelain had dissipated without a trace.

So far, Qingwen's "white crane bathing" ritual borrows the ontology of fire, wind, and porcelain...... It's done.

Everyone was very surprised by the practice of cleaning the whole set of tea sets without moving, and after seeing it, they couldn't help but turn their heads and ears.

Even the opponent who was waiting patiently on the side, Wang Qianqing, the king of tea fighting, saw this scene and smiled noncommittally.

When Qingwen was doing the "white crane bathing" session, the old kettle with hot water buzzing inside suddenly stopped ringing somehow. At this moment, Qingwen immediately caught the breath in the jug next to her senior sister Wang Qianqing, and that breath turned out to be the fragrance of wafting spring water......

The coolness of this fragrance shocked the "heavenly wine" collected by Qingwen in the old kettle.

The water used by the senior sister has the coolness of the first well at the foot of the West Mountain, no wonder the "heavenly wine" she picks is because of the respect for her own deity, and consciously dies down......

The days are long, and the light and shadow are shifting.

The extremely slow-paced battle of "Tea Fight" is raging, completely ignoring the passage of time......

After the brief ritual of burning incense and thanking heaven and earth, on one side of the Sword Pavilion, the black shadows of several old locust trees were squeezed into long shadows due to the movement of sunlight, and the shadows of the trees were used to cover the long cases of Qingwen and Wang Qianhao respectively.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the glass of water is clear......

Tea fighting has finally begun to get to the point......

Qingwen and Wang Qianhao slowly took out their respective tea tubes.

The tea cone has been placed on top of each of the two long tables, and is being gently opened by their respective owners......

In an instant, two completely different fragrances spread in the air.

The old man Qingyun's withered fingers stroked the already polished dragon's head crutch, his deep-set eyes tightly closed, and his nose moved slightly, as if he was concentrating on identifying the fragrance of tea in the air.

The old man Qingyun said in his heart: "Well, this elegant qi must be from the hand of the disciple Wang Qianqing. This green link has always been Wang Qianqing's specialty. ”

At this time, Qingwen's tea barrel was also opened, however, it did not waft out as the fragrance of the tea offered by Wang Qianqian.

Delicately, from Qingwen's tea barrel, what diffused was a very fine and very fine smell......

The smell, like a sigh or a smile, is a faint, slightly bitter fragrance of tea.

After this fragrance is emanated, the tail end of the lingering fragrance is inadvertently captured, and when you taste it carefully, there is a little bit of sweetness......

Wang Qianqing, who was preparing tea on the side, smelled the gentle tea breath in Qingwen's tea barrel, and couldn't help but be moved: "Eliminate eternal day!"

Hearing the disciple's exclamation, here, the old man Qingyun slowly opened his eyes and looked at him for a long time, but it seemed to be staring at a void......

Yes, Wang Qianhao is right.

Shui Peng, the originator of Da Zhou tea art, said:

"Thousands of ancient and modern scrolls disappear forever, and a window dawns to send the passing years. Too common people are happy to sigh without sorrow, aging and withering and sleeping. Summoned the lame boy at the end of the village, and the sencha swept the floor. ”

For thousands of years, it is from the observance of the ancestral teachings that the Great Zhou has always preserved the simple folk customs, the road is not forgotten, the family is not closed, the old and the young are respected, and the work is cleaned......

However, Peng Lao's poem has been hidden in the ancient scrolls of the Great Zhou Dynasty for a long time. The state of cooking tea is not so much far from being inherited, but rather that it has been lost for a long time.

Now, as soon as Qingwen's tea comes out, it actually has the taste of "eliminating eternal day", which is the taste of the passing years.

The intermittent and bitter taste ends with a sweet tea taste, which makes the old man Qingyun's eyes moist, and he sighs in his heart: I really don't know how Qingwen went through a lot of hard work to pick it from the lonely mountain and concocted it according to the ancient method?!

Qingwen behind the old pear wood long case did not have a trace of emotion because of the movements around her, and the movements in her hands were always focused and orderly.

Somehow, this time, they didn't make any noise, but watched quietly.

All around, all fell into this long-lasting silence, even the Qingluan River stopped for a while, and even the insects and birds on the old locust tree on the street corner stopped chirping.

All that remains is the crisp sound of the teaspoon in his hand touching the porcelain tea when he takes the matcha powder......

I don't know when, the old man Qingyun closed his eyes again, and intoxicated with his six senses to perceive the "art of tea" of his two disciples.

The old man Qingyun was also the same as Shaoyi, and he also heard the crisp sound of the teaspoon and the tea.

"Jingle bell—"

The lingering echo is exactly the same as the voice of sympathy for the same situation more than 20 years ago.

Qingwen's big eyes never left the matcha movement between her hands, and yet, for some reason, on this hot, anxious afternoon, every movement of Qingwen became slower, slower, and very slow......

The state of "making tea" that she has achieved in her meditation place makes the people watching like lazy grasshoppers after autumn, walking in the imaginary sky far more than jumping in reality.

No one was gossiping, and the crowd was quiet, as if hypnotized by the collective.

Wang Qianqin opposite Qingwen, every movement is as elegant and smooth as mountains and flowing water, compared with last year's style, her techniques are more skillful and beautiful, and she also has a more "artistic" taste.

Finally, someone broke the silence and commented: "Why does it seem that Wang Qianqian stirs the tea whisk faster than Qingwen......