The thunder was stung, everything recovered, and the torrential rain nourished everything in the world.

It's midnight now, and there are no pedestrians on the deserted official road, only the heavy rain stubbornly washes the smooth road.

This is Los Angeles, the ancient capital of several dynasties, and now it is the fief of Wei Xinglong, the king of Dingjiang, but this absurd prince has never appeared except for a few rules on the day he was sealed, but on the day he was sealed, there was a small courtyard with vermilion walls and blue tiles next to the official road on the outskirts of the city.

It's a very strange tavern, a Forget Worry Tavern, open at the same time, serving only one person a day. The owner of the tavern does not seem to be for profit, waiting for guests day after day, week after week.

Today, the small courtyard with vermilion walls and blue tiles on the side of the official road was lit up again as promised, and a man in white walked out of the gate with a lantern and sat on a stone bench under the eaves, waiting for guests from afar as usual.

Every day when the time comes, he will stay here, waiting for the storyteller, many times he will be disappointed, but today he does not.

For a crisp sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and then a dark shadow tore through the curtain woven by the heavy rain.

The man in white raised his head, and a pitch-black horse carrying a knight dressed in black rushed out of the torrential rain and stopped steadily in front of the stone bench.

The man in white smiled, because he didn't wait in vain, and finally a long-lost guest brought a new story.

The black knight turned over and dismounted, slapped his palm on the horse's buttocks, and a cold voice came from under the hat: "Thank you for your hard work, go play by yourself, come and pick me up tomorrow night." ”

As if he understood what he was saying, the steed wagged its tail slightly, and then plunged into the pouring rain.

The man in white stood up, silently carried the lantern into the door, and did not speak.

The man in black seemed to have expected it, and silently followed in, and closed the door smoothly after entering.

After a while, the candle flame was lit in the private room on the second floor, and the sound of conversation came from upstairs, and after a while, the faint fragrance of tea drifted into the rainy night from the window lattice.

"What shall I call you? The second prince, the king of Dingjiang or the sword of the world? The man in black asked, wiping his wet hair with satin.

At this time, the man in white put on a golden dragon robe on his shoulders, and raised his hand to pour tea for the man in black, "After that, there will be no more Pingshi Sword, call me Worry-free Son." ”

"Okay then, I heard that you have my story here?" The man in black took a sip of his teacup, and then noticed a jar of wine on the table, a jar that was already covered with dust.

"You should know my rules, Nie Military Master." The carefree boy took out the paper ÷ pavilion from the secret compartment out of nowhere, "Let's tell me the story of you and Su Canghai looking for tea and Wuyi that year." ”

"Listeners are also storytellers, which is interesting." Nie Ming changed his comfortable posture and began to tell his story, "The story of Wuyi Mountain starts with a letter. ”

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Zhong Lingyuxiu's Wuyi landscape is famous all over the world. In the Danshan and clear water of Wuyi, there is a spiritual object that gathers the essence of heaven and earth - Wuyi rock tea. The world-famous Wuyi rock tea is called "Da Hong Pao", and the world-famous mother tree Da Hong Pao has always been a rare thing for the royal family.

On the historic Silk Road, tea and silk were also an eternal topic. And the important town of Mobei - Black Rock City is a famous tea exchange place in the Western Regions.

The ten-zhang high wall is surrounded by a mountain city built on the mountain, from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are more than 200,000 Han people, and the 30,000 ink-clothed iron cavalry of the Black Rock City can make the cavalry of the entire Mobei retreat.

It was one day in April of the eighteenth year of Yanping, and the fragrance of tea wafted from the city lord's mansion in Black Rock City, and I heard from the merchants who passed by that there was another batch of new goods here.

With a click, the sealed porcelain jar was gently unscrewed by a pair of hands, and it could be seen from the thick calluses of the tiger's mouth and the hard crust on the hands that it was a pair of warriors who had experienced a long battle.

But at this time, he carefully took out a few tea leaves, slowly put them into the dark purple clay pot, and then rushed into the alpine snow water that had been prepared.

The tightly knotted, tight-sturbed, greenish-brown tea leaves tumble in the boiling glacial meltwater. After a while, the pure and fragrant honey fragrance poked out of the pot, wisps and long.

The golden tea soup entered the throat, and the bottom of the mouth rose, and the tea maker couldn't help but praise "Wuyi's tea is really different." ”

Soon, a loud eagle's cry came from the sky, and a black shadow quickly approached the City Lord's Mansion.

As the black shadow gradually became clearer, it could be recognized as a huge harrier eagle, which ÷ stabbed straight into the sky towards the golden city lord's mansion, and landed steadily on the outstretched right arm of the tea maker.

The tea maker held the harrier eagle with one hand, reached out and removed the bamboo tube from the harrier eagle's leg, fed it a piece of beef, and threw it into the air.

I saw that the white silk in the tube read, "Mobei guests personally opened June 15, Wuyi tea ceremony event, invite the military master to go together." If you have anything else to ask for, meet and discuss in detail, on May 15, the five husbands will meet. Gangneung Su clan, mortal respect. ”

"God is chattering, this Su Fansheng is really interesting, I haven't seen him for more than a year, it's okay to go once." After drinking a pot of hot tea, the man said loudly, "Someone! Prepare the horses! I'm going to the Central Plains. ”

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In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, the rain in Wuyi began to fall, but the tea pickers were still busy in the mountains, and they all knew in their hearts that the quality of the summer tea to be made was related to the signboard of Wuyi tea, but they had to prepare well.

Wufu, this is a small town not very far from Wuyi Mountain, once a great Confucian studied here for decades, thousands of acres of lotus ponds around the town was born, as if countless creatures guarded this pure land.

In the twenty-third year of the Apocalypse, the golden wolf entered the customs, and a large number of rogues under the mountains and rivers brought a heavy blow to Jianyang Mansion, and a large number of market towns were destroyed in the war, and the remaining Wufu Town is now the nearest tea distribution center to Wuyi Mountain.

In recent days, the people in the town have discovered that there are a lot of fresh faces in the town recently, but it is normal, after all, the tea picking party is about to start, and there will be no shortage of guests from the south to the north.

Unlike cultivated tea, most of the leaders at the tea picking party are made of wild tea from the deep mountains, and a few ancient trees in the mountains have always been the main source of the annual high-grade tea king.

There is another reason why there is no town built on the side of the mountain, that is, there are still terrifying creatures in the mountains and rivers now, and they swallow the essence of the sun and the moon to practice.

Although they may not take the initiative to attack humans with a certain level of intelligence, they will still kill people if something disturbs them.

On the edge of the thousand acres of lotus pond, there is a quaint inn built by the water, although the three-storey building is not tall but it is fresh and elegant.

On the first floor are several tea tables, bamboo curtains separate the street from the inner room, delicate screens cleverly separate the positions, and the aroma of the incense burner in the corner makes people very comfortable, not to mention that the owner is still a beautiful girl.

Xiao Chong grew up in Wufu since he was a child, and he has made good tea since he was a child. Tea is like life, year after year, she drinks tea and makes tea, feeling life, lonely and proud.

She has been the owner of the inn since her father's unexpected death five years ago, and she loves to listen to stories, and guests from north to south always bring her many stories.

And she listened quietly behind the counter, and occasionally came out to make a good pot of tea, and her tea-making skills were well-known in the town.

It was already May 13 when Nie Ming arrived at Wufu, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth.

Hiding in the shade of the counter, the little species had a fan without a match, and at this time, a gust of fresh wind blew through the lotus pond to bring coolness and aroma, which made the small species refreshed.

"Shop, do you still have a room?" The bamboo curtain was lifted by a sleeve of black clothes at some point, and a cold voice came from under the eaves.

"Yes, yes, please go upstairs." Xiao Chong shook his drowsy little head and took out a bunch of keys from under the counter, "How many people, what room?" ”

"An upper room, with horses, don't feed pure grass, mix half of the soybeans and wheat in the forage." A huge silver ingot landed on the table with a crisp snap, "This is the deposit." ”

Horses eat better than people! Xiao Chong woke up in an instant, she wanted to see what kind of high roller this kind of high roller was sacred!

She fixed her eyes and saw that standing in front of her was a young man with black hair in black armor, who was now stroking a black steed sideways, with two coiled dragon silver halberds at his waist exuding a cold light.

Under the leadership of Xiao Chong, the man led the horse into the stable in the backyard, and after tying the horse, the man walked straight into the tea house at the front desk, and skillfully lit the charcoal stove for boiling water.

"The shopkeeper's best tea! You don't need to take anything within six bubbles, and you don't need to hurt the pot. The man's rough palm took out a delicate dark purple pot from his bosom and placed it on the table, "Shopkeeper, this year's tea party, but it will be turbulent." ”

"Stormy? What a big breath. Xiao Chong smiled disdainfully, thinking that there are really a lot of people outside the mountain who don't know how to make tea, but for the sake of the silver, my aunt and grandmother still took out some good tea.

But when Xiao Chong saw the color behind the teapot, the color changed, and the purple sand teapot turned out to be dark purple! The dark purple color indicates that this teapot is a very precious aged purple sand, and I don't know how many years it has been dished.

After seeing the teapot, Xiao Chong's attitude improved a lot, after all, there are not many guests who can take out the aged purple sand, even if they really don't understand the process of making tea, they should be gluttonous for the way of tasting tea, so she took out this year's best spring tea and put it in the dark teapot, turned around and returned to the back of the counter.

The man in black silently drank the tea, turned around and walked upstairs, and went away for a long time.

When he reappeared, the armor on his body had disappeared, replaced by a luxurious brocade robe, but the coiled dragon halberd behind him was still tied to the back of this person, looking a little nondescript.

Although Xiao Chong had seen all kinds of guests, he couldn't help but laugh.

Nie Ming glanced at him, turned around and left the inn.