After a long time, the monk lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and when his fingers touched the cup, his fingertips were cold.

Then he took his hand back and looked up, water droplets?

Stretched out his hand again, gently held the cup, raised his hand to his mouth, pursed his pink lips, and waited for the tea to enter his mouth, suddenly his expression was slightly stunned, looking at Hua Er who was smiling in front of him, his calm eyes finally set off some waves, and he remained motionless for a long time.

When Wu Zangsheng saw this situation, there was a trace of something bad in his heart: "What does the little master think?" ”

Retracted his eyes to look at Hua Er, looked at Wu Zangsheng with a faint expression, and the corners of his mouth lost a smile, "I don't know how to comment." ”

"What?" Everyone was in an uproar, "You monk, you have long seen that you are a layman." The little fat man sneered, and the monk glanced at him lightly, but did not make a sound.

"Shut up, don't be rude." Wu Zangsheng turned his head and smiled apologetically at the monk, "The dog is informable, and I hope the little master will not take it to heart", when the monk first said his evaluation of the old man's tea, he knew that this monk was by no means a layman.

Turned around and glanced at his little rabbit cub, you know a fart!

"It's okay, if it's okay, I'll say goodbye next", turned around with a gentle smile, and saluted Hua Er, as if he didn't notice the old man on the side, he walked out of the door.

That's it? This person really comes and goes like the wind, comes with a word, and leaves with a word, and it is simple to act like this.

Hua Er smacked his lips and did not ask for the monk's name. The meeting is fate, but it is only a meeting in Pingshui.

Seeing the monk's behavior, the old man did not react much, but came to the tea table without saying a word, and picked up a cup of tea. The old man was surprised. Looking down at the brown again, I saw that the tea was light and translucent, which attracted the mouth.

Raise his hand and put the rim of the cup in his mouth, sip and smash it, for a moment, the old man's eyes suddenly burst out with a light of surprise, only to see him turn his head, looking at Hua Er with burning eyes, because of excitement, his face became red, "I don't know who Xiaoyou is from?" ”。

That's the taste! The taste was death, and he remembered.

Hua Er looked at the suddenly excited old man, and felt a little inexplicable, with a difficult look on his face, "This, with all due respect, I can't say it directly." ”。

Just kidding, if she said it, in the name of an old man, then would she still be in the rivers and lakes? But looking at this old man who loves tea, she can't bear to deceive, maybe because she was brought up by the old man since she was a child, she has an inexplicable good impression of looking at an old man of a similar age to the old man.

Wait, looking the same age?

Hua Er looked at the old man who was still excited, with a hint of suspicion in his expression, the old man paused, maybe he also realized that the scene of asking this question was inappropriate, yes, he lowered his head and thought slightly, looked at her steadily, and silently made a lip shape.

Hua Er was stunned, only to see the old man say silently: Zhongshan, two words.

So she nodded imperceptibly at the old man.

Looking at the old man who got her affirmative answer, he became more and more excited, and the beard under his nose curled even more.

Hua Er was speechless, secretly wondering, when did the old man make friends with such a character? How did she not know? Could it be that she knew each other before she was with the old man?

With a stomach full of questions, she didn't ask directly, but invited the old man back to his seat, let him calm down first, otherwise if he pouted like this, then she would not be able to wash it if she jumped into the Yellow River after spending two years.

Looking at the back and forth between Hua Er and the old man, Wu Zangsheng also had a question mark in his head, what are they?

I don't know what the situation of this tea bucket is?

Walking towards his position, the old man had already retracted the expression he had just faced Hua Er, but there was still some excitement in his expression.

Wu Zangsheng secretly observed the old man's expression, with his long-term experience in dealing with people for many years, he still saw a few clues, and secretly wondered in his heart, is this a win? But isn't this a normal result for him, and why does he feel a little excited?

As soon as the old man sat down, Wu Zangsheng leaned his head over and asked quietly, "Elder Xuan, I don't know what the result is?" The old man's surname was Xuan, and he saw that he looked indifferent, and said an answer that made Wu Zangsheng's generation feel that it was impossible, "lost" The old man's tone was flat and not half angry.

"What?" Lost??? Wu Zangsheng was completely shocked at this time, the ancient tree tea lost to the silver needle? This is still secondary. And the most incredible thing for him is that Xuan Lao, one of the best tea ceremony masters in Kyoto, actually lost to this hairy boy?

Xuan Lao glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said angrily, "Don't be unconvinced, not only me, even if the one from Qingsong Temple comes, you have to lose." "Hmph, if you kid knew who the kid was learning from, you'd know how natural it was for the kid to win, and it would be strange if the kid lost.

What the? Wu Zangsheng doesn't know what to say now, the abbot of Qingsong Temple, a famous tea monk in the Song Dynasty, was once praised by the royal family: he is the first person in the world's tea ceremony.

Although the one at Kiyoshoji Temple has never recognized it, this beautiful metaphor is recognized by the hearts of people in the tea ceremony of the world.

And Xuan Lao and Qingsong Temple have always been good, and they have introduced each other as confidants, and they both know each other, and the old man is saying this now, it must not be wrong.

Despite this, Wu Zangsheng still stepped forward, picked up one of the cups, tasted it, and the moment the tea was entered, he saw his body stiffen, his expression was shocked, and then he smiled bitterly, he finally understood what the monk said.

Truly...... Not knowing what to say about this tea, at that moment he suddenly felt that no beautiful words could perfectly describe the feeling that this tea brought him.

Looking up at Hua Er, he suddenly understood why the person in Qingsong Temple had never recognized the title of the first person in the tea ceremony, it turned out that he was really not modest, but in this river and lake, there are many people in Wolong and Hidden Tiger, it is really ...... The afterlife is terrifying.

Then he felt glad that he was not carried away by Kyoto's false name, and maybe he could only see another situation if he stepped out of his comfort zone.

After opening the Zangsheng Teahouse in Kyoto for so many years, he has experienced large and small tea fights, and the number of times he has lost is very small, but this time, he lost convincingly.

He smiled bitterly, it is really impossible to steal chickens and rice, Zang Sheng Teahouse is afraid that it will not have a chance with this tea town in the future, there are many teahouses in the tea town, and he is gambling on the tea fight this time, winning, becoming famous in one shot, and losing, who will patronize a new teahouse that has lost and has an unstable foundation? I'm still too anxious, Wu Zangsheng choked.

looked at Hua Er fixedly, and arched his hand, "Boss Hua's good technique, this time ......", before he could say that sentence, he was interrupted by the smiling young man in front of him, "This time the tea fight, even if it is a draw, how about a tie?" ”。