On the lively bazaar of the capital, a five-storey attic stands in the center of the bazaar, the pavilion is not an ordinary attic - the water chestnut angle is distinct, but it is square, neat, the huge square shape building, unique, this is the most new gravitational tea house in the capital, called the square building, which means to welcome tourists from all directions.

It is rumored that all kinds of fragrant tea and famous tea throughout the ages, the Sifang Building is everything, even some of the tea leaves that many people have never heard of, the Sifang Building also has the real product, so the Sifang Building is therefore famous, and it is the first big tea house in Yan Kingdom.

The people who come to the Sifang Building, must be the people of good tea, and most of the people who are good tea are some literati and scholars, it is inevitable that the Sifang Building has become a gentle place where the talents of the capital often come, at this moment the Sifang Building is overcrowded, most of them are tourists from other places, come to see the name of the Sifang Building, many of the sons of the capital are beating on the small fan, sitting on the elegant tea table, looking at a lot of beautiful ladies from other places, and they feel "scratching" very.

The square building is divided into five floors, one floor is divided into a grade, the fifth floor, it is rumored that a cup of tea will cost one hundred taels of silver, in the eyes of the poor people, a cup of tea silver can make them worry-free for a lifetime, it is really expensive and a little outrageous.

Therefore, only the nobles of the kings and grandsons dare to go to the fifth layer, otherwise there is no silver, who wants to go without drinking tea and lose this face, but in this fifth layer, there is a man sitting on a tea table, clubbing his head, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

"How to get to this Xiaoyao Building, why did I ask many people, I don't know," Zhu Ziming shook his head in embarrassment, and he didn't know how Jingyuan's little nephew was doing now, but he didn't expect that after going to the Martial Saint Tomb, he couldn't find his people.

However, the only person who can sit on the top floor of the Sifang Building so cheekily is Zhu Daguan

The little nephew stayed in the Qinglou, and now he didn't see himself coming back, I'm afraid I'm going to die in a hurry, Zhu Ziming smiled a little evilly, maybe the little monk was molested to death by the fans, but why ordinary people don't know about Xiaoyaolou, it's really troublesome.

But it's also said, not all men in the world love to visit the kiln, women, maybe they want to scold you for being rude, it turns out that it is difficult to find a green building.

I couldn't find where Xiaoyao Lou was for a while, and Zhu Ziming, who had just come to the capital, could only give up temporarily, walked for a long time, and saw this unique square building, and inevitably walked in curiously.

But when Zhu Ziming came to the fifth floor of the top floor, when he heard that a cup of tea cost a hundred taels, he almost didn't spit out a sentence: "Drink tea?" Drink and go, it's so expensive! ”

I think that Zhu Ziming was almost poor and had no pants to wear, how could he drink such extravagant tea, and the water of immortality was almost the same, but the princes and nobles of the fifth layer, seeing him sitting like this, naturally despised him, and dared to come to the fifth layer without money, and lose the dead!

"The twelve peaks of Wushan are all in the blue place.

The round of clouds is hidden, and the light rain brings the wind.

The sound of the ape is cold and the water is cold, and the trees are in the sky at dusk.

Sorrow went to Gaotang, and saw Yan Palace in Qingqiu. ”

A genius in the capital scratched his thoughts, and I don't know when, several talented people from other places and talented people in the capital have gathered in a bunch, tasting famous tea, and inevitably making a lot of money, comparing poems.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" A talented man from other places applauded repeatedly: "This son depicts the height of Wushan so vividly and vividly, I admire it." ”

Zhu Ziming's eyes turned into the distance, sitting on the top floor of the square building, looking at the pavilions and the crowd of people walking around in the capital, he really had a feeling of seeing the mountains at a glance, and his eyes quickly looked at Wushan outside the capital.

Wushan stretches twelve peaks, green mountains and green waters, birds and birds, just like a fairyland, and the highest peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, it is unique, and it gives people a hazy beauty, Zhu Ziming has heard of the name of Wushan as early as when he was in Lingyun City, Wushan not only has beautiful scenery, green trees, and on the highest peak of Wushan, there is a mysterious sect that has been handed down for hundreds of years - Wumen, they do not ask about the world, live in the clouds and mist, really like immortals.

And in the rivers and lakes, some people rumored that Wumen once had a strong man at the level of a martial saint, and now that Wumen has always existed in the world, then the inheritance of this martial saint will definitely not be lost, maybe there is a strong man of martial saint in Wushan now, but this is just a rumor.

Wumen is the legend of the martial saint, and no one dares to violate it in the rivers and lakes, not even the royal family!

"Wushan is twelve gloomy, and the stone pavilion is a girl.

The dawn fog is suspicious, and the mountain flowers want to thank like residual makeup.

The galaxy smells the breeze at night, and it has a strange fragrance when it returns.

What is the matter of the gods in the nine heavens, the king of Yanxiang will come from the world. ”

A foreign genius read a long poem without showing weakness, with far-reaching artistic conception, praising the beauty of Wushan's fairyland, and it is also a rare good poem, and these two poems both mention Yan Gong and Yan Xiang Wang, and the suspicion of sycophancy cannot be ruled out!

The talents in the capital also clapped their hands politely and said: "The talents of Yuehe City, you might as well let it go!" ”

"It's just that some villagers from other places don't know how to appreciate it, and they are still here to get the eyesore," a prince of the capital who was very unhappy to see Zhu Ziming snorted.

The meaning of the prince of the capital is very clear, he is scolding Zhu Ziming for being a mountain and a wild villager, he can't afford to drink this expensive tea, and he dares to stay here and not leave, which is embarrassing!

Why is there always someone who finds fault, and they can't let me live in peace, Zhu Ziming frowned slightly: "It's not that I don't know how to appreciate it, it's that your poems are too ordinary, and it's useless to listen to them." ”

"Phew, what kind of person, I don't understand anything, and I dare to make a lot of nonsense here!" Many talented people snorted one after another, and disappeared disdainfully.

At this moment, Zhu Ziming stood up and stretched his waist: "Then I'll make a poem for you!" ”

He also writes poetry? Under the suspicious gaze of everyone, I saw Zhu Ziming looking at the turquoise river under Wushan, and slowly recited: "Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud."

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. ”

As soon as this poem came out, there was no sound on the top floor of the entire square building, and the silence was a little scary!