The green tiles and blue and white walls, the emerald green bamboo branches and the handsome young man in white seem to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, so quiet that only the sound of boiling water can be heard.

The cooing and clattering sound kept stopping.

Although there was no green ant new wine on the small red clay stove, the water in the purple clay pot was tumbling, and white steam came out, but it soon dispersed in a green color.

The young monk who took care of the stove was dressed in old white clothes, as if draped in a large piece of old moonlight, and his movements were not slow, and he held a fan lightly, and his lowered eyebrows softened the handsome lines of his face, and the cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was a little rice-grain-sized, red and beautiful.

The monk knelt on the bluestone slab under the bamboo forest outside the table and brocade mats, boiling water quietly and leisurely, his expression was very focused, as if the water in the pot had been tumbling like this, and would always be rolling like this, and the hustle and bustle of the boiling water was extremely quiet and silent, and the arrival of everyone had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care.

In this situation, the beating flame in the furnace is also like a breath that has not been contaminated with smoke and dust, and it is as clear as glass.

Everything in front of them seemed to be only seen in a dream, and everyone couldn't help but slow down, and some even couldn't help but hold their breath, lest a little more atmosphere would blow away the illusion in front of them.

Huan Yuan coughed lightly to break the silence and smiled gently: "Your place has arrived, please take a seat." ”

Everyone woke up from a dream before they walked into the banquet, and there were bamboo shades next to them to block the sunlight. Wang Yizhi was two steps behind, although he was also stunned for a moment, but the direction of surprise was very different from others, just because the white-clothed monk was someone he knew very well-silence.

But he didn't know it. When did Chu Yu become so familiar with Silence Ran, Silence was easy-going, but he didn't like to leave the temple very much, even him. It is also rare to leave the temple in silence, but the situation in front of him is silent, and it is clear that he boiled water here after listening to Chu Yu's arrangement.

Although it is not known what the purpose of boiling the water is. Wang Yizhi also cares about this matter, he is only curious about how Chu Yu asked for silence? Although he is easy-going, if he doesn't want to do something, he will use power to coerce him, and it may not be possible?

The appearance of silence at the moment is safe and leisurely, and it doesn't look like someone has robbed him.

Doubts lingered in Wang Yi's heart like a cloud: How did Chu Yu impress Silence?

Although he doubted Wang Yi's face, there was nothing unusual. The expression can even be called calm, and the eyes are full of interest. He originally thought that there would be no more accidents other than the bamboo forest, but unexpectedly, after the bamboo forest, he was even more surprised, he wanted to know what other plans Chu Yu had in addition to these hands.

Wang Xiang sat next to Wang Yizhi and waited for them to sit down. Immediately, a young servant dressed in white came out with flowing water, and brought up rattan woven ground bowls, and the rattan bowls contained melons and fruits that had been cleaned and washed overnight in the cold spring water. The smooth skin is colorful and bright. When you pick it up, you can smell the sweet aroma of spring water. On a hot day, the ice is cool, and when you bite into it, your mouth is full of crispness.

The family of Wang Yi is also accustomed to being rich. Naturally, I know how this cold melon and fruit came from, and every winter, the rich and noble people will dig ice or freeze ice and store it in the cellar of their home for summer enjoyment, but it is also a luxury to use a large amount of ice to chill the melon and fruit instead of directly crushing the ice to eat.

The guests were soon almost complete, and although there were those who had been impatient to wait and leave angrily, the uninvited guests filled the vacant places, so the table was not very empty, and when everyone was almost seated, they only heard a distant sound of the piano, and the sound seemed to come from the bamboo forest they had passed before.

After the sound of the piano sounded on one side of the bamboo forest, the other side of the bamboo forest immediately followed and sang, low and soft as clouds and smoke, and elegant as the forest wind.

The sound of the piano and the song are not very distinct, one east and one west, but they seem to be far away, and when the sound of the piano is a little higher, the song is slowed down, and when the song is clear, the sound of the piano is inaudible.

Whether it is the sound of the piano or the singing, the meaning of the quiet place is addictive, as if you are once again in the boundless bamboo forest, there is no better place in the world to go than this.

"Junbiqi Ao Green Bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting, such as learning, such as grinding......, "Wang Yizhi listened to this song, a little familiar, and only after thinking about it carefully did he remember that the owner of the voice actually had a relationship with him, and allowed him to stop him, at this time, the chorus sang in a casual tone, but it seemed to be about to break through the air at any time.

“…… Zhan Bi Qi Ao green bamboo such as. There are bandits, gentlemen, such as gold, such as tin, such as Gui, such as ......bi, "chanted several times, the sound of the piano suddenly decreased, and it almost became a one-person cappella singing, his voice floated higher and higher in the bamboo forest, as if the wind rode the clouds and stacked up, and when it reached the highest place, the sound was dumb and stopped, and the sound of the piano sounded faintly at this time, gradually weakened, until there was no sound again, as if an immortal outside the world was resting in the bamboo forest, and after a long whistle, it drifted away again.

The sound of the piano stopped, and everyone gradually came back to their senses, but before they came back to their senses, there was a strange fragrance around them, which was not the fragrance of flowers

It is the usual incense spice, the aroma is a little clear, some shallow, astringent, refreshing, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves blends together, but there is no disharmony.

Wang Xiang couldn't help but ask, "What kind of aroma is this?" ”

Huan Yuan was walking towards Shi Ran at this time, and when he heard the question, he still walked slowly, and said as he walked: "This is the fragrance of tea." ”

"Tea?" Everyone was shocked, and even Wang Yizhi couldn't help but be surprised: "How can the tea be so fragrant?" ”

At this time, people drink tea, almost all of them boil leaves, and drink it, but also add sesame seeds, salt, melon kernels, peach kernels, and other miscellaneous things to the tea, Chu Yu almost squirted out when he drank the tea here for the first time, and later figured out that at this time, it was very different from the tea of later generations, and through some opportunities, this idea was born.

It is good to have Huan Yuan, a poetry machine, but if you want to fight for more fame, there is nothing more than to promote a culture and truly establish your own irreplaceable position. At this time, tea and wine are still in the primitive and primary stage, and there is a lot of room for growth, whether it is real tea or distilled spirits, you can try to do it, but Chu Yu is not good at drinking, and adding a group of drunks is not good for her, so she chose tea as her weapon, and used this seat to promote the tea culture she knows.

Whether it is a quiet bamboo forest, a scribe leading the way, a monk making tea, or a chorus of qin and songs, with more than ten centuries of aesthetic accumulation, combined with the current popular concepts, Chu Yu has played elegance to the extreme, and also made the show to the extreme.

The last tea is made for everyone, it is carried out by Huan Yuan and Lonely Ran together, the green tea in the fine white porcelain tea cup is clear and clear, and the turbid tea soup is very different from the turbid tea soup nowadays, and there are a few small tea leaves floating in the tea, which is very ingenious and lovely.

Wang Yizhi picked up the tea cup and took a small sip slightly, only to feel that the tea in the mouth was light and slightly astringent, but between the lips and teeth, it turned into a swirling aftertaste, obviously hot tea, but after entering the throat, it felt a clear and distant meaning, slowly swinging away, and the heat disappeared.

Wang Yizhi half-closed his eyes and sighed lightly before turning to Huan Yuan and said, "This is Brother Zichu's arrangement, right?" Wang Yizhi thought that he had drunk tea for more than 20 years, but now he feels that it is the first time he has drunk tea. ”

Wang Xiang on the side was surprised: Wang Yizhi praised the "Yu Zichu" who had not yet appeared, and he would be famous tomorrow, Jiankang was curious, and he couldn't help but learn from Wang Yizhi, and when he took a sip of tea, he didn't think so at first, and then he was stunned after a while.

The lid of the teacup was put aside, Wang Yizhi seemed to have something else on his mind, and he was not immersed in the fragrance of tea like others, and he lifted the lid to cover the teacup, but he lifted it up, but he saw that the reverse side of the lid was written in a circle around the axis, and the handwriting was round and gentle, and the distance between the two adjacent words was almost exactly the same.

Wang Yizhi said softly: "Can you clear your heart?" "It is really inappropriate to write the five words of pure heart on the lid of the teacup.

At this time, someone on the side also noticed the words on the cover and read it casually: "A pure heart is also fine." ”

Another continued, "You can also be pure-hearted." ”

The three different readings aroused everyone's interest, and after reading it repeatedly, I realized that it was a complete and similar sentence in a certain direction, no matter which word it started.

Even though there was still a gloom in Wang Yizhi's eyes, he couldn't help but smile at this ingenuity.

Next, Chu Yu has not appeared, but Wang Yizhi and Silent Ran talked with all the guests, these two people are graceful and good-looking, one is brilliant, familiar with the scriptures and history, one is well versed in Buddhism, and has also dabbled in Confucianism.

It wasn't until the sun was in the west that everyone reluctantly left, although Chu Yu didn't even show up at all, but the name Yu Zichu took root in everyone's hearts from now on.

Wang Xiang really wanted to see what Yu Zichu looked like, and couldn't help but ask Huan Yuan before leaving: "May I ask where is the master Yu Zichu here?" ”

Before Huan Yuan could answer, a celebrity next to him smiled and said, "Wang Xiang, are you vulgar?" What does it have to do with me waiting to come and return with a happy time and not seeing Brother Chu? Then a few people laughed so loudly that Wang Xiang's face was slightly red, and he didn't dare to mention Chu Yu again.

Almost all the guests left, except for one person, that person was Wang Yizhi, he walked at the end, saw everyone leave, stood by the door, turned around and asked Huan Yuan: "Where is Rongzhi?" ”

Previously, when the piano song was sung together, others might not be able to hear it, but he could hear the last part of the song, and the last note was not artificially interrupted, but as if it was forcibly interrupted by something, and the lack of strength had to be interrupted, and the sound of the piano was not already arranged, but he felt that it was wrong and saw the opportunity.

What's wrong with Rongzhi? Wang Yiyi has not asked each other until now, and he is already very patient.