Coo-coo was as focused as a child who had seen flowers and plants for the first time, her eyes widened, and she was engrossed in it, and with a wooden clip as old as a tea-pot, she gently pulled out a piece of hot charcoal from the charcoal basin that had been prepared.

As if offering incense, she held the wooden clamp in her left hand and gently sprinkled the water from the wooden spoon on the red charcoal block with her right hand.

With the sound of "stinging, stinging, stinging", and the process of the water turning into white vapor when it meets the heat, Goo Goo put down the utensils in her hand, and she folded her hands and stood on the side of the case.

It turned out that the coo had already used the yellow leaves on the treetops to swing, and had judged the direction of the wind, and then, calmly, she chose a direction to place the charcoal, and then the wind drove the clouds of white steam rising from the charcoal, so that it floated leisurely, and the white steam slowly and happened to float onto the porcelain......

This clear air lingers, and then, all of it melts into the cold jade-like porcelain.

The porcelain is warm and cold, and the white vapor mist washes the porcelain into extraordinarily white, translucent and clean, and then condenses into water droplets on the porcelain wall.

The breeze is not only ......

In the blink of an eye, the water droplets on the porcelain had dissipated without a trace.

So far, the "white crane bathing" ritual of Gugu borrows the ontology of fire, wind and porcelain...... It's done.

Everyone was very surprised by the practice of cleaning the whole set of tea sets without moving, and after seeing it, they couldn't help but turn their heads and ears.

Even the opponent who was waiting patiently on the side, Miss Tan Er, the king of tea, smiled and was noncommittal when she saw this scene.

During the "White Crane Bathing" session, the old kettle, which was buzzing with hot water, suddenly stopped ringing. At this moment, Gu Gu immediately captured the breath in the jug next to Senior Sister Tan Qianqing, and that breath turned out to be the fragrance of spring water wafting up......

The coolness of this fragrance shocked the "heavenly wine" collected in the old kettle.

The water used by the senior sister has the coolness of the first spring at the source of Ganhua Creek, no wonder the "heavenly wine" she picks is because of the respect for her own deity, and consciously dies down......

The days are long, and the light and shadow are shifting.

The extremely slow-paced battle of "Tea Fight" is raging, completely ignoring the passage of time......

After the brief ritual of burning incense and thanking heaven and earth, on one side of the Sword Pavilion, the black shadows of several old locust trees were squeezed into long shadows due to the movement of the day, and the shadows of the trees were used to cover the long cases of Gugu and Tan Qianhao respectively.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the glass of water is clear......

Tea fighting has finally begun to get to the point......

Gu Gu and Tan Qianhao slowly took out their respective tea cones.

The tea cone has been placed on top of each of the two long tables, and is being gently opened by their respective owners......

In an instant, two completely different fragrances spread in the air.

The old man Qingyun's withered fingers were on the already polished dragon head crutches, his deep-set eyes were tightly closed, and his nose moved slightly, as if he was concentrating on identifying the fragrance of tea in the air.

The old man Qingyun said in his heart: "Well, this elegant aura must be from the hands of disciple Tan Qianqing. This green link has always been Tan Qianqin's specialty. ”

At this time, the tea barrel was also opened, however, there was no fragrance like the tea offered by Tan Qianqing.

Delicately, from the grunt tea barrel, there was a very fine smell......

The smell, like a sigh or a smile, is a faint, slightly bitter fragrance of tea.

After this fragrance is emanated, the tail end of the lingering fragrance is inadvertently captured, and when you taste it carefully, there is a little bit of sweetness......

Tan Qianqing, who was preparing tea on the side, smelled the gentle burst of tea in the tea barrel, and couldn't help but be moved: "Eliminate eternal day!"

Hearing the disciple's exclamation, here, the old man Qingyun slowly opened his eyes and looked at him for a long time, but it seemed to be staring at a void......

Yes, Tan Qianhao is right. Shui Peng, the originator of Dayan River tea art, said: "Ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern times disappear forever, and a window dawns to send the year." Too common people are happy to sigh without sorrow, aging and withering and sleeping. Summoned the lame boy at the end of the village, and the sencha swept the floor. ”

For thousands of years, it is from the observance of the ancestral teachings that Dayanhe Village has always preserved the simple folk customs, the road is not forgotten, the family is not closed, the old and the young are respected, and the work is cleaned and ......

However, Peng Lao's poem has been hidden in the ancient scroll directory of the Dayan River for a long time. The state of cooking tea is not so much far from being inherited, but rather that it has been lost for a long time.

Now, as soon as this tea comes out, it has the taste of "eliminating eternal day", which is the taste of the passing years.

Intermittently, the bitter taste ends with a sweet tea taste, which makes the old man Qingyun's eyes moist, and he sighs in his heart: I really don't know how this tea is picked from the lonely mountain after a lot of hard work, and concocted according to the ancient method?!

The coo behind the old pear wood case did not have a trace of excitement because of the movements around her, and the movements in her hands were always focused and orderly.

Somehow, this time, they didn't make any noise, but watched quietly.

All around them fell into this long-lasting silence, even the Ganhua Creek stopped for a while, and even the insects and birds in the woods cooperated to stop chirping.

All that remains is the crisp sound of the teaspoon in his hand touching the porcelain tea when he takes the matcha powder......

I don't know when, the old man Qingyun closed his eyes again, and intoxicated with his six senses to perceive the "art of tea" of his two disciples.

The old man Qingyun was also the same as Shaoyi, and he also heard the crisp sound of the teaspoon and the tea.

"Jingle bell—" The lingering echo was exactly the same as the sympathetic voice of the same people more than twenty years ago.

Coo-goo's big eyes never left the matcha movement between his hands, and yet, for some reason, on this hot, restless afternoon, every movement of Coo became slower, slower, and very slow......

The state of "making tea" that she has achieved in her meditation place makes the people watching like lazy grasshoppers after autumn, walking in the imaginary sky far more than jumping in reality.

No one was gossiping, and the crowd was quiet, as if hypnotized by the collective.

Tan Qianqing, who is opposite Gugu, is as elegant and smooth as mountains and rivers, compared with last year's style, her techniques are more skillful and beautiful, and she also has a more "artistic" taste.

Finally, someone broke the silence and commented: "Why does it seem that Tan Qianqian stirs the tea whisk faster than Gugu......

Baili Xi couldn't help but reply: "The tea breath in Tan Qianqing's tea bowl is still turbid, and it hasn't been stirred in place, but for some reason, she put down the tea whisk in her hand and began to enter the next process?