"Well, yes, I'm a feud from Shouyang Jiushan. Hearing the words of the woman in front of him, he felt slightly strange, but he didn't care.

Lan Ran stood quietly aside. The maids who were waiting next to them took a few plates of low-sugar pastries and nut snacks, and then stood quietly on the side.

"Do you like green tea?"

A shallow smile appeared on the woman's face hidden behind the white veil, and she carefully tended to the tea set. Her language is soft and powerful, comfortable and serene, and her voice is clear, like a breeze blowing a pool of autumn water in the middle of the night, and the autumn water in the middle of the night will gradually melt the Mid-Autumn moonlight that melts into it, and then gently ripples the silver moonlight.

Ji Ji felt that her whole person gave him a soft and friendly touch like a touch of moonlight, like the warmth he once held in the palm of his hand, as if he had seen, heard or touched somewhere.

"Hmm,...... Like. ”

"You seem to like the tune you sang to me just now, but do you know who wrote it?"

"Yes, I love it too. ...... This song is called "Guangling San", and I heard my father play it when I was young, but my father's play seems to be more desolate, not less tragic and more sad than what you played. This song is forty-one beats, the key is also magical, the meaning is also far-reaching, the sound is grand, the finger is taken from the ancient strength, the turn is combined and the tone is frustrated, the tune is passionate and generous, and the aftersound is lingering, such as hearing the sounds of nature, it is Ji Kang's proud work in his life. Thinking about it, when he was dying on the execution ground that day, he looked back on his life's ambitions, so he said goodbye to this song, and after playing the song, there was a dead silence on the field. Ji Kang put down the piano and looked up to the sky and sighed: 'In the past, Yuan Xiaoni tried to learn "Guangling San" from me, and every time I Jin Guzhi, "Guangling San" is now extinct!' Then, generosity died. ”

"Well, yes, but this song is not here, there were admirers that day, secretly remembered it in their hearts, and then repeatedly figured it out, and finally restored this song "Guangling San", the charm still exists, and there are no regrets in this world. ”

"You're absolutely right. ”

I suddenly remembered my deceased parents, the family suddenly changed when I was young, and I felt desolate when I was jealous, rejected, and bullied by myself in Shouyang Mountain for so many years.

"Hmm,...... Let's have tea. ”

Through the light veil in front of her face, the woman saw that her face was full of hatred, and she seemed to be aware of it, so she changed the topic and said, "Actually, the past is over, and those who come can still be chased." For example, this green tea Biluochun hides a sad story. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a hard-working and kind girl Biluo, whose vitality was condensed on the tea leaves, saved her dying lover, but she died herself. After her death, the girl was buried on Dongting Mountain, and since then, the tea trees on the mountain have grown more and more vigorously, and the quality is exceptionally good. In order to commemorate the Biluo girl, the villagers named this precious tea 'Biluochun'. We reminisce about the past, but we also want to bless the future, don't we......?

"You're right. ......”

Ji Ji was a little gloomy, but in an instant, he laughed and said loudly: "I think, we will all be good in the future." ”

The woman stopped talking, took out a white silk handkerchief from the handbag beside her, and began to gently wipe the already extremely clean tea set.

She gently picked up a bamboo teaspoon and rubbed it carefully, then rubbed a delicate bamboo ladle with a long and slender handle, and then gently wiped the porcelain cups and clay pots in turn, and the slag square, pot bear, tea tray, saucer, etc. were all carefully wiped. Then, use a bamboo ladle to scoop out the snow water accumulated in the old years from a clay pot, pour it into a small porcelain pot, put it on a delicate copper stove and burn it with charcoal, and finally use a bamboo teaspoon to take out an appropriate amount of green tea from a small white porcelain tea pot and put it into a purple sand teapot.

The green tea leaves look like they are made of delicate bud tea, and the appearance is beautiful and elegant.

The light is flat and straight, and the eyebrows are curved.

This series of movements took about half an hour, and each movement was extremely gentle and elegant, and it was done extremely slowly, like the solemnity of a Confucian disciple's pilgrimage, and there was a sense of ritual.

"It's a pity, that's all there is left for the snowflakes collected in the spring this year. In natural water, rain and snow water belong to natural soft water, spring water, stream water, and river water are mostly temporary hard water, and some groundwater is hard water. Hard water is not good for making tea. ...... Well, the hardness of water affects the solubility of the active ingredients of tea. The soft water contains less other solutes, and the solubility of the active ingredients of tea is high, so the tea taste is strong. ”

The woman said to herself, her voice soft and quiet, she raised her head, looked at the two of them through the light veil in front of her, and seemed to smile apologetically at the resentment and flames.

Flame listened quietly and smiled at the woman.

Although he couldn't see the woman's face, he felt the other party's smile and smiled at the woman.

The snow water slowly melts, heats up, and boils in a small porcelain pot.

The woman first poured the tea set with boiling hot water for one minute, and then turned her right hand to pour water, warm the cup, and iron the kettle.

Such an action can make the tea slowly wake up first, also known as waking up tea. Then, pour the boiling water into the purple clay pot where the tea leaves are placed, soak it for more than ten seconds, let the tea become warm first, and at the same time remove the dust and some impurities attached to the tea leaves, then pour out the water, and then pour the tea to the water according to the ratio of 1:50~1:60, and then flush the boiling water into the boiling water again. Slowly pour the new tea soup into the cup, pour the tea to seven minutes, then hold a point at the bottom of the cup with one hand, and hold the half of the teacup less than half with the other hand, put it in, and finally, bend up slightly, serve the saucer, and gently place it in front of the right hand of the two of them.

"Please use tea!"

"Thank you!"

The two of them gently bowed their heads to the woman, and then gently tapped their index fingers on the table next to the teacup three times to show their gratitude.

The woman picked up the teacup in front of her and sniffed it lightly for a while, the mouth of the cup was attached to her lips, shallow, took a sip, and then took a small sip, so that the tea soup flowed slowly in the mouth, so that the tea soup and the taste buds of each part of the tongue were fully contacted, so as to finely and accurately judge the "bitter, astringent, sweet, fresh, and live" in the tea taste.

The tea soup in the cup is bright and energetic, it is very clear, the light air on the cup is like floating clouds, and the tea is fragrant. The two of them then took the cup, took a sip, left it in their mouths for a while, and then swallowed it slowly, and under the aftertaste, the aftertaste slowly soaked into the heart and spleen.

After a while, I couldn't help but praise a few hatreds: "Wonderful, the tea is fragrant and thin, good tea!"

The woman listened, and saw that although the feud was uninhibited, the conversation was also elegant, and she liked it very much, looking at the two people in front of her through the light and hazy white veil, and said slowly, softly: "This tea is quiet and elegant, and it can indeed be compared with 'pine flowers fluttering, and the blue air is light', hehe, thank you for liking my tea too, child......"

Speaking softly, he knelt straight with his legs sitting on the futon slightly, bent his upper body slightly, and held the pot in his right hand, from left to right, in a clockwise direction, to refill the tea juice for the two hatreds and flames.

Tea is like life, and there are also flavors.

Looking at the woman's gentle and elegant movements, he had a sense of déjà vu, which fascinated him, and he felt warmer and more cordial than he had ever felt before, like a mother caressing her baby's little face.

The breeze blows in from time to time from the lake outside, blows through the window screen, passes through the hall, with the fragrant fragrance of the new sprouts of reeds in the lake, fresh, refreshing, and makes people feel happy.

The woman didn't seem to be making tea, but a part of it, her flowing sleeves covering her wrists

, softly turned into something like water in the wind, as if it was not her slender jade hand in the sleeve, but some kind of softer existence, like warm eyes, like soft hugs, like gentle every day...... , The aroma of tea, just like those that have been lost, lost and regained days, a few hatreds are a little trance, there is a feeling of wanting to shed tears in the trance, if you can really make the lost days regained, so that time becomes soft and stretching in every touch, then, whether you lose the most precious relatives and emotions, or, freedom and dignity, you are also willing? The iron and blood past is gone, the distant rivers and lakes, and even, the distant stars and the sea do not exist, only the fragrant leaves, young buds, weaving light yarn in front of them, and a close ...... of her.

At this time, the sun is just right on the lake, and the copper tree lights in the room are also shining brightly, illuminating the whole hall bright and warm, flowing with a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

The woman looked down through the light veil in front of her, slowly rushed to the tea, and said casually: "If it is on a moonlit night full of clear and sunny gardens, with the breeze, leaning on the carved railing flower gallery, leaning against the pastoral green bamboo, or embroidered robe brocade mat, or linen futon, a green pot on the table, a vegetarian cup, and a black chrysanthemum; ...... Alas!"

As she spoke, the woman seemed to sigh softly, put down the teapot gently, held the teacup in her hand, took a sip, was silent for a while, looked up at the two, and said, "...... Why don't we use holographic projection illusion to change the environment?"

"Holographic projection illusion?"

Ji Ji Qiu looked at Yan Ni Shang, who was quietly drinking tea next to him, and was about to ask questions. Yan Ni was sipping tea, and when she heard the woman's words, her eyes were also puzzled, and she quietly raised her eyes to look at the hazy face of the woman in front of her behind the light veil.

Without waiting for a few revenge responses, the woman raised her arm and waved her sleeves lightly into the air. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse in the high sky, the breeze is slow, the moonlight is sprinkled with a clear light, the bamboo shadow is shaking, the forest is quiet, only a few fireflies are flying around in the forest, such as the stars drifting a little bit, it is a world of "harmony and respect".

The three of them, Yan Ji, Yan Ni and the woman were already in a grass pavilion, sitting opposite each other on the bamboo coffee table.

There is no furnishings in the grass pavilion, it is very simple; outside the grass pavilion is a green bamboo forest on the side, surrounded by streams, the sound of water murmuring, the innocent moonlight is sprinkled obliquely, quietly shining on the carved railing of the grass pavilion. The cup of tea on the bamboo coffee table is full of fragrant aroma, scattered in the moonlight like water, like a thin and soft white yarn.

The cool moonlight is as warm as in this pot of tea, and the aroma is lingering.

"Well, it's to recreate the surrounding environment into a different scenery with light wave illusion. ...... Once, when I was a young girl, I went to the beach in the southeast to play,...... Be...... He taught me, and at that time, I was as surprised and curious as the two of you!" The next sentence became quieter and quieter, almost inaudible, as if talking to myself.

"Oh, isn't that just a fake environment?...... Then I'll change too. When I heard this, I felt strange in my heart, but I didn't mind.

The woman covered her mouth lightly with her hand, and a smile stood out on her hazy veiled face, as if she wanted to laugh but tried to hold back. After a while, he picked up a cup of tea, took a sip gently, cleared his throat, and continued, "It's not all fake. This is also an excellent transfiguration technique, which can be used in times of danger to trap the opponent in a maze and free himself from misery. Back then, he ,...... He also said the same thing to me when he gave me this immortal method,...... Well, kid, have you ever seen a mirage?"