In the backyard of Jingyi Building, on the long case made of old pear wood, teaspoons, tea needles, tea drains, tea clips, tea rules, and tea tubes are ...... The six gentlemen should be all in place.

Outside the courtyard, the moon shadow is mottled on the pink wall, and the bamboo is gently swaying in the breeze.

The grass house that can be heard by dropping a needle is as quiet as a meditation room.

On the mica screen, the figure of a girl in a long dress is reflected.

She is Wang Qianqing, who won the crown of tea king last year, and the youngest tea master in Jingyi Building.

Under Lang Lang's clear light, the girl's pale and delicate face has a kind of birth atmosphere. When he was "crowned king" last year, Wang Qianhao was not yet 12 years old. Because I have been tea and self-cultivation in the cloud residence in Lingnan. Only at the annual tea fight will she return to Jinling.

Because of the cultivation of "clearing", she did not go home, but lived in this courtyard only for her to make tea.

She raised her hand lightly, and in the depths of her divine consciousness, she secretly dived her thoughts and went to visit the lotus ponds in Jinling.

The Qingluan River to the east of Jinling City has become more slow, and the large wild lotus leaves have been slightly yellowed, and the dew that seems to be there is still hidden on the lotus leaves.

At this time, the faint dew that was dyed with the autumn moonlight was gently twisted by the girl's thoughts.

Somehow, her beautiful, heavy long eyelashes closed downward, and drops of transparent, pure dew were led back by her divine sense, and had already fallen into the jade bowl in front of her.

Wang Qianhao covered the jade bowl with green leaves, and gently placed a handful of water in a special wooden barrel with precious dewdrops.

Then, carrying it to the courtyard, she hung the barrel on the rope of the well, and slowly lowered the old well, to freeze the precious dew that had been gathered for the night.

This series of moves is all in preparation for the "tea fight" to be held tomorrow morning.

Crane and Moon Shadow, little sister of Qing Shui. Wang Qianhao was smiling, she was full of confidence......

At this time, Qingwen and Baoyu were stepping on a foot of mud, busy in the lotus pond, compared to Wang Qianhao, they could naturally bring out a pure realm, and wherever the two of them went, they were "listening to the sound of frogs".

Qingwen saw Baoyu struggling to carry a large water jug, smiled and took it over, chattering with interest:

"The water for making tea can be exquisite, the autumn rain is the best for cooking tea, the second is the rain in the rainy season, the third is the spring rain, and the summer rain, which is the worst. ”

Baoyu couldn't get the best water this season, and Ti Qingwen was very worried, and couldn't help asking:

"Just after the rain, the water for boiling tea can't be settled, especially tomorrow, you are going to fight tea with the tea king, how can you do without good water?"

"The so-called 'water of the heavenly spring should only be in the sky', we are mortals, and mortals use the natural materials of mortals. As for the 'good season and good spring', you don't have to worry about what season you should be. Qingwen replied with a big grin.

After everyone returned to Jinling, they did not see the bell, and Ji Kang'er conveyed the instructions of Her Royal Highness the princess - to participate in this year's tea festival.

Except for Baoyu, no one understood the purpose of the bell.

Although Qingwen was 10,000 unwilling, she could only gladly accept the arrangement.

Qingwen took the big jug in Baoyu's hand, continued to comfort Baoyu, who was anxious, and said, "Don't think that the autumn rain you drew before was wasted. Calling for wind and rain, meeting the phoenix and being auspicious, it all depends on fate. ”

Baoyu said puzzledly: "You mean that you don't have the fate to meet good water?!"

Qingwen embarrassedly lowered her head and touched the cedar stick, and said, "My fate with swords, guns, swords, and halberds is greater." ”

Qingwen carried the jug of water and patiently searched all the way, specifically to collect the "heavenly wine" in nature.

Qingwen explained that the so-called heavenly wine is the dew on the tips of the reeds, the mist on the tail rice stacks, and the balls on the water lilies......

But after most of the night, the bottom of the jug has not yet been reached, so it can be seen that the "heavenly wine" collected is pitiful.

Baoyu saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Qingwen looked back and saw that Baoyu's eyelids had already begun to fight, and she realized that it was not too early.

This time, she picked up the gourd scoop and left without saying a word.

After a while, Qingwen returned.

Baoyu looked at a gourd full of "heavenly wine", and hurriedly asked where this came from.

"I used a stick to discount a few green bamboos in Wang's bamboo garden, and took the juice from the bamboo core, and now, the 'heavenly wine' is enough. ”

Baoyu shook her head after hearing this, but she didn't dare to answer. Xin said: "It turned out to be Uncle Wang's family, and I won't go to his house to chat and walk around recently." Take shelter from the limelight. ”

......

Autumn dawns a little later than in summer. However, once the sun shows its head, it is a burning autumn sun.

The square in front of Jingyi Building was crowded with people.

The four major teahouses in Jinling City are in charge, and only Yunshan, the chief of the tea party, is the chief tea drinker of today's tea battle - commonly known as "tea fighting".

The battle of the big weir river, according to the past practice, is based on the "three fights and two wins" as the competition system. To put it bluntly, it is to fight against each other and "fight" against each other.

Before Qingwen appeared in the square, the eyes of the big guys were focused on Uncle Wang Qianqing.

She is a contestant against Qingwen. As last year's tea king, she has always been the tea practitioner who "goes to the next level every year" in people's minds.

On the incense table on one side, the green leaves on the jade bowl are glowing with green light, and the texture of the wooden Six Gentlemen's tea set is like a complaint.

On the other side, the incense case is still empty.

Leng Ke couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart, looking at this situation, he can roughly calculate who will pull the head. Of course, it's too early to think so.

So, Leng Ke sat with his eyes closed on the tea tasper's seat, waiting for the opening without saying a word.

While everyone was chattering, only Wang Qianxu stood up quietly and bowed deeply to an old woman wearing a veil.

In Jinling, I am afraid that only this mother-in-law can make Wang Qianqing's heart as quiet as water and proud as the moon shadow move.

The old woman staggered with her back to the crowd, but she waved her hand and didn't want others to help her, and she didn't pay attention to Xue Pan's greetings from these coaxing teenagers.

Strange to say, those who have seen the true face of this old woman know that she has long been white as silk, hunched back like a camel, and wrinkled like a flower.

However, just looking at the skin on the old woman's face and hands, it is delicate and white that is not the same as her age, and it is not inferior to Wang Qianqing, who is two years different from her. This may be the natural manifestation of my mother-in-law's years of immersion in tea affairs and all her cultivation on the outside.

The old woman stepped forward, she lovingly touched Wang Qianqian's waist-length black hair, and then, her fingertips passed through the old pear wood case, and swam along the side, as if she had a little attachment to the tea ceremony utensils and wooden case.

Before that, the mysterious mother-in-law nodded slightly at Master Qingyun on the tea taster's seat, and then slowly moved to the empty chair beside Lao Leng.

This old woman who can make Wang Qianqian stand up and worship willingly is the magical old lady who everyone knows and knows about Dayan River, but few people can see her "face" - Magu.

Magu is a tea taster of today's tea war, and in the past few decades, the crown of tea kings in Jinling's "tea fight" over the years comes from her final ruling.

She touched the case just now, and it seemed to be some kind of blessing for Wang Qianqing.