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The road appears to be a gentle uphill climb through a long canyon, and the road is lined with tea plantations.

Wuyi is rich in rock tea, and there are different growth conditions, including Zhengyan, semi-rock, and Zhou tea. This valley is close to the high-quality tea areas of "three pits and two streams" such as Huiyuan pit and Liuxiangjian at high altitude, and it is fragrant and mellow all the way.

But after climbing dozens of meters high, everyone suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Looking around, I found that it was the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

The common osmanthus is August osmanthus, that is, the variety that blooms in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the so-called "cinnamon falls in the middle of the month, and the sky is fragrant and the clouds float outside", and its fragrance is rich.

In Wuyi Mountain, which has a pleasant climate, there are more varieties, such as "Yueyuegui", "Tianxiangtai Pavilion" and so on. Among them, the early-blooming varieties such as golden cinnamon, etc., due to the unique temperature and humidity changes in this valley, there are several plants that bloom early, and with the evening breeze, a faint fragrance wafts out.

The summer night breeze, the moon is bright and the clouds are light;

The fragrance of this flower can't help but be intoxicating.

Shen Jun unconsciously took Huangfu's merry hand and walked towards the source of the fragrance of flowers.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a person's voice:

"The fragrance of cinnamon is like the sea, where to look at Chanjuan?

Once inadvertent, all of them turned into clouds.

People are thousands of miles, sleepless, and complain.

The good day is wasted, before the moon flowers, good dreams are difficult to come true! ”

In that voice, there was a deep helplessness and melancholy like the fragrance of flowers in the mountains.

It turned out to be a "Heartfelt Appeal".

Osmanthus has the meaning of lovesickness.

But this "people are thousands of miles away and have no sleep together" is no longer a simple lovesickness.

It's just bitter.

Everyone looked for prestige, but saw a small pavilion made of bamboo pieces, basically without any decoration, only a natural elegance.

There was a person standing outside the pavilion, a long azure shirt, revealing an ancient charm without making people feel retro and old.

He was standing tall and independent, with his hands behind his back, looking at the crescent moon on the horizon.

Looking from afar, the mountains are dark, the trees are sparse, the moon is small, the clouds are light, the people under this pavilion are indescribably elegant, and countless melancholy.

In this world, there is still such a ruthless trapped man.

Shen Jun's worried eyes, like flowing water, looked at the emperor's graceful manner.

Huangfu was romantic, but his heart swelled, and he couldn't help blurting out:

"There is love like the sea in front of the flower, and there is no one under the moon.

But borrowing the good time to think about Jinse, but also with the beautiful scenery to dream of the world. ”

He was infected by the man's emotions, and his mouth was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy after reading it himself.

But Shen Junwu let go of his hand.

The man was obviously lamenting the two places where the world was full of sleeplessness and sleeplessness;

But the emperor's romantic quatrain has more hope than him.

There are dreams in his sentences.

However, "no one shares under the moon", but inadvertently made Shen Junwei feel uncomfortable.

"Hmph--- you ----," she said to herself.

The man heard that someone was echoing him, and turned his head leisurely. Turning his head, Huangfu suddenly felt a stream of air moving with him.

Feng Shui Bureau!

This man's "trapped by love" actually combined with the surrounding environment to form a feng shui array.

Huangfu has never heard of it, there is such a formation!

The man looked at the emperor curiously and said:

"Good! Very good! I said, 'It's hard to come true with a good dream,' but you have to search the world in your dreams, and it seems that I am not as good as you-----"

Having said that, the conceit in the words suddenly seeped out of the pervasive melancholy.

Huangfu hurriedly bowed down and said: "I listened to Mr. Yuexia's manyin, and I couldn't help but echo it, please don't blame." ”

While speaking, several other people also came to the bamboo pavilion.

When Wu Sanyu saw that person, his face showed a look of surprise: "Brother Fang, you are alone under the moon, what a Yaxing!" ”

Brother Fang?

The emperor is strange.

The man in the pavilion heard the sound of painting madness, and stretched out his hands that were originally behind him, but he didn't leave the place, only turned around, smiled and said to the painting crazy: "Brother Sanyu has been gone for a long time!" ”

This smile is elegant and graceful, but with shallow sadness.

Everyone saw his face clearly, he was in his forties, his demeanor was gentle and elegant, and his complexion was pale, if it weren't for the melancholy in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, he would have thought that he was a scholar who "had poetry and books in his belly".

This man was by no means a scholar.

Or rather, not just a scholar!

He not only has the vicissitudes that ordinary scholars do not have, but also has a faint aura.

This is definitely the aura that only a feng shui master has!

Wu Sanyu, who was crazy about painting, also showed a smile on his face when he met his old acquaintance in a foreign country, and turned to introduce to everyone: "This name is the prodigal son of poetry and literature in our 'Seven Uniques' - poetry is melancholy!" ”

Poetry! Fang melancholy!

Among the seven uniques, in addition to tea fans, there are two masters:

"Straight lovesickness is useless, and it is not melancholy to be mad" Fang melancholy and Shi Qing madness.

This middle-aged man, this melancholy man standing by the bamboo pavilion in the faint moonlight, guarding the path they must pass,

It's actually poetic and melancholy.

Everyone was shocked.

I just don't know, why does the painting madness call this elegant and gentle middle-aged man a prodigal son?

Is it because of his melancholy?

This poetic look looked at this group of people, and when he turned back to the emperor's grace, his face was stunned.

Huangfu found that the road by the small pavilion where this poetry is located seems to be a little special.

Unlike the natural carving along the way, there are traces of human action.

Organ?

In doubt, the poet smiled at everyone melancholy, which was a polite greeting, but he still only spoke to Wu Sanyu: "Brother Wu arrived here so late, but to enter the mountain?" ”

The painting looked crazy for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "My brother is at the pavilion so late, is it waiting for someone?" ”

These two are listed in the same seven uniques, although they are not friends who are irreversible friends, but they are still acquaintances, and they haven't seen each other for a long time, and they should have had to reminisce about the past.

But their words don't look like they're going to reminisce about the past.

Fan Xiaolong didn't like poetry in the first place, he felt sour.

Big husband, dare to love and hate!

Love is love the sea and the rocks are rotten!

Hate to hate the sky and the earth to fall apart!

What poems to read? What do you think?

I was uncomfortable, but I was attracted by the conversation below them.

Fang said with a wistful smile: "Brother Wu knows that Fang Mou has to go to that tea fan every year to ask for a few cups of good tea, but the yield of his mother tree is really limited, so he will inevitably help him do something and block some people." ”

Mother tree? Doesn't it mean the mother tree of the big red robe?

This mother tree is only in the canyon "big red robe", and six have been preserved.

The only six remaining fruits.

And the picking has long been stopped, and the market price of one tael has approached hundreds of thousands of yuan. It is a pure second-generation mother tree, and it is also a treasure in the market.

These words not only frightened Huangfu, but also Fan Xiaolong, Gu Guoping, who had heard Huangfu's introduction after entering the mountain, were also surprised.

Fan Xiaolong doesn't understand tea, but he loves to drink it.

When I heard that there was a mother tree, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the fragrance of tea---

Wu Sanyu asked again: "How many glasses did my brother drink in those years?" ”

Fang smiled a little regretfully: "I was greedy this year, and I drank three cups from him, so I have to help him block three formations." ”

It turns out that there is really a formation here, but it is very well hidden.

The purpose is not to disturb the tea fan and ask him for a new cup of tea.

If there really is a big red robe mother tree in the world, it is naturally priceless!

Nature needs protection.

But if you drink a cup of tea, you have to stop a group of admiring masters, and this tea is too expensive.

Besides, why only those who come to drink tea? Didn't he come to rob the Mother Tree?

Huangfu suddenly had an epiphany, and it seems that those who know the secrets of the Tao are basically people in Feng Shui. The tea fan naturally has a way to protect the mother tree, but every year his peers come to "beg for a cup of tea", but he is overwhelmed.

What's more, if there is really a mother tree, for the sake of protection, the yield will not be high.

Only protective harvesting can be performed.

That's why I asked a master like poetry to help, so that there were fewer masters who could get close.

Wu Sanyu's expression remained unchanged. He didn't like tea, otherwise he would have known the road of Lu Dao.

But he asked, "What about these three formations?" ”

Fang was melancholy but a little gloomy, looked back at his night road to the inner mountain, and said, "It seems that I won't be able to drink that tea next year----

He turned around and said: "This year's masters are all peerless, my three formations, the only one was a lucky draw, and the other two formations were all broken out." ”

As he said this, he suddenly turned around and headed southeast, with a look of shame on his face.

Unexpectedly, far away, I started to stay.

Poetry is in the Seven Uniques, famous for good poetry, Huangfu doesn't know what kind of formation he uses. So he turned his head to look at the painting madness.

The painting madness nodded a little nervously, and said: "Brother Huangfu, can you know the way, Mr. Gongsun and Gongsun Zhi?" ”

Among the eight gentlemen, Mr. Gongsun and Gongsun Zhi, of course, the emperor knows the way, and I don't know why Wu Sanyu mentioned this master of the first organ in the world at this time.