Dingsheng Hotel.

Major General Wu's door was locked, and the whole person was nested in the quilt, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

"Brothers, something happened...... Help me find a way, I'm here at the Dingsheng Hotel, and now there is a black force rush here, which is very serious, you are all from Q City, didn't you say it yesterday, you will definitely help me to the end. ”

The voice was rapid.

Wu Shao called for help, and it was the same people who had dinner at the farmhouse yesterday.

But......

He had just said that.

A voice came from inside the phone, full of doubts: "Wu Shao, that, I drank a little too much yesterday and had a headache, what did you say, I didn't hear it clearly, can you say it again?" ”

"I said you should bring someone to save me!"

Wu Shao yelled.

"Hey, hey...... Can you hear me? Damn Unicom, the signal is garbage! ”

Syllable!

The phone was hung up.

Wu Shao, who was hiding in the quilt, heard this, and the muscles on his face twitched violently a few times.

……

In the Presidential Suite.

Creak......

After going down to Cheng Shou to tell some things, Wang An returned and gently pushed the door open.

Well?

However, when he stepped into the room, his body was slightly stunned.

The smell of tea in the air made his anxious state of mind directly transform into calm, and after seeing Ye Bei pouring the tea in person, Wang An reacted and trotted away in the direction of the coffee table.

"Master, let the old slave come to these things!" The voice was a little urgent.

"Sit!"

When Ye Bei saw Wang An coming, he didn't give him the teapot, and just said a word lightly in his mouth.

Then holding the teapot in one hand, the fragrant tea was slowly poured on the toad made of purple sand, and the mist slowly came out, and the fragrance of tea in the air became more and more intense.

Wang An sat lightly on the sofa next to him and watched quietly.

Ye Bei's movements were very smooth, as if they had been repeated for thousands of years.

In fact, as he grew older and lived in the concept of eternal life, Wang An also had a very deep understanding of the tea ceremony, and many former friends, in order to learn the tea ceremony, even came to the concept of eternal life in person and asked for apprenticeship.

However, now Wang An only feels that his skills and Ye Bei's stroke are not at the same level at all.

It's like tiles meet porcelain.

Ye Bei's movements are too elegant, boiling water, waiting for soup, washing cups, soup pots, appreciating tea, and throwing tea...... Every move was done in one go, full of artistic sense, Wang An just looked at it like this, and felt that his mood had improved several times at this moment.

It was Ye Bei, and while he was carrying out these actions, he thought of the first time he made tea thousands of years ago.

At that time, it was still the Tang Dynasty!

I saw that the cold and glamorous Wu Zetian, with his own support, ascended the throne and proclaimed the emperor, and held the main hall.

And on a whim, in the main hall, he made tea by himself.

The intoxicating fragrance of tea wafted throughout the hall.

That pot of tea amazed countless people, and even the empress, who had always been cold, was fascinated by it, and her face was full of peach blossoms.

"A grain of millet hides the world, and half a liter of bell cooks mountains and rivers."

Even, because of that time to make tea, Ye Bei also casually recited a poem, just because of the reason for immortality, Ye Bei has always acted regardless of his name, and then transferred this poem to Buddhism, which was used by Buddhism in the tea ceremony and passed down through the ages.

It's a pity that time has passed, the old people are no more, and the tea is no longer the original tea.

Ye Bei's eyes were leisurely, and he sighed in his heart.

Beside......

Wang An was still watching, unconsciously, a little intoxicated, as if he was deeply immersed in it, and as time passed, he gradually found that all the troubles in his heart were swept away, and replaced by an extremely mysterious void.

Half an hour passed.

When the rich tea fragrance in the entire presidential suite gradually became elegant and fresh, Ye Bei began to do the last process.

I poured two cups of tea in a row.

The cups are very small......

It's not enough to drink in one gulp.

When the tea was poured, Ye Bei continued to speak, his head shaking gently: "I haven't made tea for a long time, it's a little rusty, Xiao An, this cup of tea is your ......"

Hearing Ye Bei's voice, Wang An, who was silent in that state of the Skyclave, his body trembled suddenly, and he came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Master, don't ...... This is the tea you poured, how can the old slave He De......"

"Take it!"

Ye Bei's voice was cold, and his voice had a commanding tone.

"Yes! Lord......"

When Wang An heard it, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and trembled to pick up the small cup of tea from the coffee table, and acted very carefully, for fear of spilling the tea, but the more so, the more unstable he became, and the tea flowed to his fingers from time to time.

At this time, Ye Bei also picked up a cup of tea, put it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently.

The smell of tea is still the same.

It's a pity that there is no one looking back on the long road of life.

Feeling the rich mellowness, a touch of imperceptible emotion appeared in Ye Bei's deep pupils.

Then, with a movement of the wrist.

That cup of tea was drunk by Ye Bei in one gulp.

Seeing this, Wang An also immediately finished drinking the tea, which was a little hot, but he held back.

But soon, when the tea flowed in his mouth, Wang An's eyes lit up.

This tea is so delicious.

The taste is not strong or light, and it is just right.

The elegant tea fragrance lasts in the mouth for a long time, and the aftertaste is endless.

This kind of tea is the real tea.

Wang An couldn't help but squint his eyes, wanting to feel the smell quietly.

However, Ye Bei's voice sounded softly at this time: "Xiao An, in fact, boiling tea is an art, and it is also a tea leaf, which is brewed in the hands of different people, and the taste is different...... How did you feel about this cup of tea just now? ”

"Back to the master, this is the best tea that the old slave has ever drunk, I really didn't expect that you are in the tea ceremony, and you have such high attainments, if those so-called tea ceremony masters are lucky enough to drink your tea, master, it is estimated that they will no longer dare to call themselves grandmasters."

Wang An said that these words all came from the deepest part of his heart, and there was absolutely no half-praise meaning.

"Alas! Brewing tea requires tranquility, but there are always some people who like to make noise. Ye Bei sighed lightly: "This cup of tea is just a remnant!" ”

Click!

Put down the teacup.

The smell of tea began to fade.

When Wang An heard this, sweat the size of beans suddenly appeared on his forehead...... The mentality of the Skyclave just now all turned into fear.

"Old man......"

He opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse, and his face was pale with fear.

"Let's go out and have a look!"

Ye Bei got up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window again.

"Yes."

Wang An's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Ye Bei respectfully, and his body slowly retreated in the direction of the door......

During the time that Ye Bei was boiling tea, I am afraid that the battle outside the Dingsheng Hotel has ended, and the next thing has to be dealt with by him Wang An!

It's just that for some reason, as soon as he thought of the word 'remnant' just now in Ye Bei, he felt that something big was about to happen in the past few days.