The courtyard is very wide, facing a two-story tall wooden building, with a few pine torches inserted downstairs, and several animal skin lanterns hanging on the second floor, as well as the sound of jingling plucked instruments and the sound of chatting and laughing.

There is a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the wooden building, on which the four big characters of "Nanyang College" are written in seal, which is extremely simple under the reflection of the light.

There were two young men standing at the gate who looked full of bookish air, stopped the two men and said a few words before letting them go, the two men went up to the second floor arm in arm, and the girl casually pointed to the two people in front of her, and swaggered to follow.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up triumphantly.

Wancheng is just a county town, and it is too far away from Xianyang, and Xianyang City seems to be in addition to the palace and dare not break in, other places can go to go or not, anyway, someone is carrying it if something happens.

But as soon as she stepped on the second floor, the girl was a little confused.

In the huge room, there are two rows of low wooden tables on both sides, and more than a dozen men, old and young, sit in a row one by one, whether fat or thin or not fat or thin, and their looks are clear or strange or unclear, all talking and laughing.

On the innermost wooden platform, there are two women in light clothes who are playing the piano and se, the sound of the piano is tinkling, the movements are elegant, and the snow-white skin is exposed in the clothes, which makes everyone's eyes look at the two women from time to time when they talk, and some people have green light in their eyes.

In the center of the room was a mud and stone stove, and inside the stove was red charcoal, and clay pots were boiling water on it, but fortunately, the windows on all sides of the building were wide open, and there was a night breeze flowing, so it was not too hot.

"It turned out to be Wei Yuan and Lian Shan, please take a seat!" Seeing the two men come in, several men who were leaning into the door stood up and saluted, and it seemed that the two of them were quite well-known in Wancheng.

The two of them also hurriedly greeted the people in the room with a smile, and then knelt down at an empty table.

"Little lady, are you ......" When the girl was stunned, a loyal man next to her asked suspiciously.

"Oh, the little woman came from Xianyang, studied under Yuliang Gong, today I heard that there is a tea fairy meeting here, and I came to see it out of curiosity!"

The girl is naturally a person who has seen the world, and at this time she abandoned her usual eccentricity and rudeness, and became polite in an instant after being surprised.

"Xianyang Yulianggong, could it be that the disciple of the Legalist family An Yulianghu?" An old man in the room asked in surprise.

"What the old gentleman said is good, Yuliang is a little girl teacher!"

"It's rare and rare, I didn't expect that Lao Yu and Yuliang Gong have been separated for ten years, and I can still see his disciples today, since I am here to taste tea, please take a seat!" The old man confirmed the girl's identity, and the others also took their eyes back from the girl and continued to talk and laugh.

Although there are all men here, this girl is from Xianyang, and she is a famous teacher's apprentice, not to mention that today is just a tea party, not an uncovered conference, not to mention that everyone here is considered a famous person in the entire Nanyang territory, and is definitely a celebrity.

One after another, seven or eight more well-dressed men arrived, and the room on the second floor was full, and on the stove in the center of the room, the water in the clay pot kept making a popping sound, and the water had been boiling for a long time.

Just when the girl was bored and thinking about whether to leave, two men came up from another staircase, one was wearing a black robe, his hair was tied behind his head with a black cloth band, three black whiskers under his chin, and a strange-looking mustache on his lips, handsome and graceful, walking steadily without the slightest sound under his feet, and the other was wearing a gray robe, his hair was draped over his shoulders haphazardly, his cheeks were thin, his hands and feet were long, and he was barefoot, obviously belonging to the kind of very strange appearance.

The two women who played the harp stood up and bowed before leaving.

The man in black slowly walked to the center of the room, put a package in his hand on a small table by the fire, then looked around and arched his hand and said, "In Xiayu Wuya, today I borrow the land of Nanyang Academy, please come and taste a pot of immortal tea!" ”

"Brother Yu, I have also drunk tea, you said that this tea was taught by a disciple of the Immortal Family, but there is evidence!" A middle-aged man in Taoist attire knelt down at a desk and said loudly.

"Why do you need evidence, the tea you have drunk can only be called bitter water, how can it be compared with my immortal thing!" The man in black said slowly, then opened the package, revealing seven or eight beautifully sealed bamboo tubes inside.

Although it was night, the room was brightly lit, and everyone looked at the bamboo tubes, and they were instantly attracted by the exquisite bamboo carvings carved on them.

"Senior brother, help me pass it on to you!" The man in black handed a few bamboo tubes to the barefoot man, and the two handed out the bamboo tubes containing tea leaves and asked them to pass them on to each other.

"Hey, what kind of technique is this, to be able to carve such a beautiful and charming bamboo painting on the bamboo tube!" A young man in his twenties couldn't help but take a breath after just one look.

"Although there are only a few strokes, the charm is good, and the natural bamboo rhyme is deep!" A middle-aged man admired.

"Yes, yes, it seems to be carved at random, but it has the meaning of ingenuity." Another chimed in.

"Although the carving technique is a little immature, it is natural and peaceful, and has a natural artistic conception." An old man stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.

Although the Qin Dynasty already had a brush at this time, there was no paper, and there were also people who drew pictures, all of which were simple line drawings, generally painted on slate, wood or cloth, and there were no art paintings like later generations, so Chen Xu's bamboo paintings carved at random on the bamboo tube looked ingenious.

"Hehe, everyone, this is just the random portrayal of the immortal disciple, and he has not used his heart, and the use is just the bamboo that he usually sees, but the immortal tea I am talking about is in the bamboo tube, now please prepare the bamboo cup in front of you, I will make tea for everyone, whether it is immortal tea, you will know as soon as you taste it!"

"Brother Yu, there seems to be something depicted on it that seems to be words, could it be the words of the Immortal Family?" A middle-aged Confucian in a wide-sleeved robe stared at the purple milk fairy tea and two lines of poetry on the bamboo tube in his hand and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, there are four words of purple cloud fairy tea on it, and a few different poems on the back!" Yu Wuya walked in front of the middle-aged Confucian student, stretched out his hand to take the bamboo tube and looked at it a few times, and said, "This sentence reads: Takeshita forgot to say to the purple tea, and the whole victory Yuke was drunk and flowing." Look closely, although these words are very different from the ones we use, but careful identification can still see the general situation, but the stroke structure is simpler, the lines are smoother, there are both fonts and rhymes, and the reason for the simplicity of the road is deep, if it is not a fairy family, who can create such words? ”

"Brother Wuya, what do you read this sentence as me?" Across the two tables, a middle-aged man greeted him with a bamboo tube.

Yu Wuya leaned over and glanced at it and said loudly: "Three cups lead to the avenue, a pot is natural, but it is interesting to get tea, don't pass it on to fools." ”

"What about me?"

"If you want to visit the outsiders of the singing cloud, inject the cactus dew fragrance."

"Good sentence, good sentence, there is really a fairy atmosphere!" In the midst of admiration, many people who didn't get the bamboo tube couldn't help but get up and watch.

"Purple milk fairy tea! It seems that this is the name of this tea! Brother Yu, hurry up and cook tea and taste it with us, I can't wait! ”

At this time, the room was already in a mess, and at first they were all sitting and laughing politely, but at this time many people were huddled together to comment on the bamboo tube.

"Hmph, a bunch of boring people!" The girl was hung alone in her seat, no one paid attention to her, and she didn't dare to squeeze into a crowd of big men to watch the excitement.