Tian Li stood on the ridge, with his hands behind his back, looking at the crows in the southern crossing, and said: "Thinking of the world and the world, alone and ......"

Nan Yan said coldly on the side: "Don't be hypocritical, this year's cluster of rice is too wilted." Why are you in charge of the matter, and you take these babies to lose the face of our Dayanhe Village?!"

He really said that the quality of this rice is really ugly, and it is the worst in history. He didn't blink his eyes and didn't argue, he was in a hurry to rush home, and he had already arrived for dinner.

......

Heavy rain poured down like pillars, washing away the bare rice fields on both sides of Ganhua Creek.

The heavy rain stopped at night, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

At this time, Shaoyi didn't have a pot of tea to consume like Geng Ding, nor did he have a good "habit" of running away after a meal, he was bored.

Roasted his "puffy" little feet by the fire, and after a while, a layer of mud wrapped around the soles of his feet began to crack. So, Shaoyi happily peeled the dried mud from his feet like a dumpling leaf.

Goo was entering the house, and when he saw it, he exclaimed that he was disgusting. Before she finished speaking, she had long since disappeared, and left a sentence: "Oh my God, do you think you are called Hua Ji?"

......

On the other side of Dayanhe Village, at this time, in the courtyard, on the long case made of old pear wood, teaspoons, tea needles, tea drains, tea clips, tea rules, and tea tubes...... The six gentlemen should be all in place.

Outside the courtyard, the moon shadow is mottled on the pink wall, and the bamboo is gently swaying in the breeze.

The grass house that can be heard by dropping a needle is as quiet as a meditation room.

On the mica screen, the figure of a girl in a long dress is reflected.

She is the youngest tea king in Dayan River - Tan Qianqing.

Under Lang Lang's clear light, the girl's pale and delicate face has a kind of birth atmosphere. When she was "crowned king" last year, Tan Qianqin was not yet twelve years old. Because it has been in the lonely mountain of Genting tea self-cultivation. Only during the annual tea fight will she return to the village.

Because of the cultivation of "clearing", she did not go home, but lived in this courtyard only for her to make tea.

She raised her hand lightly, and in the depths of her divine consciousness, she secretly dived her thoughts to visit the lotus pond on the bank of the Ganhua River at the head of the village.

In Ganhua Creek, a large area of lotus leaves has been slightly yellowed, and there is dew hiding on the lotus leaves.

At this time, the faint dew that was dyed with the autumn moonlight was gently twisted by the girl's thoughts.

Somehow, her beautiful, heavy long eyelashes closed downward, and drops of transparent, pure dew were led back by her divine sense, and had already fallen into the jade bowl in front of her.

Tan covered the jade bowl with green leaves, and gently placed a handful of water in a special wooden barrel with precious dewdrops.

Then, carrying it to the courtyard, she hung the barrel on the rope of the well, and slowly lowered the old well, to freeze the precious dew that had been gathered for the night.

This series of moves is all in preparation for the "tea fight" to be held tomorrow morning.

Crane and Moon Shadow, little sister of Qing Shui. Tan Qianqing was smiling, she was full of confidence......

At this time, Gugu and Shaoyi were stepping on a foot of mud, busy in the lotus pond, compared to Tan Qianqian, they could naturally bring out a pure realm, and wherever the two of them went, they just "listened to the sound of frogs".

Seeing that Shaoyi was laboriously carrying a large jug, Gu Gu took it with a smile, and chattered with great interest: "This tea water can be exquisite, the autumn rain is the best for cooking tea, the second is the rain in the plum rainy season, the third is the spring rain, and the summer rain, which is the worst." ”

Shaoyi couldn't get the best water this season, and Ti Gugu was very worried, and couldn't help asking: "Just after the rain, this water for boiling tea can't be settled, especially tomorrow, you have to fight tea with the tea king, how can you do without good water?"

"The so-called 'water of the heavenly spring should only be in the sky', we are mortals, and mortals use the natural materials of mortals. As for the 'good season and good spring', you don't have to worry about what season you should be. Coo replied with a big grin.

One less anxious person said: Coo, you can't "Virgo" at a critical time, more serious?!

Gugu took the big water jug in Shaoyi's hand, continued to comfort Shaoyi, who was anxious, and said, "Don't feel that the autumn rain you drew before was wasted. Calling for wind and rain, meeting the phoenix and being auspicious, it all depends on fate. ”

Shaoyi said puzzledly: "You mean that you don't have the fate to meet good water?!"

Gu Gu looked down and touched the cedar stick embarrassedly, and said, "My fate with the sword, gun, sword and halberd is greater. ”

Carrying a jug, Goo searched all the way patiently, specifically to collect the "heavenly wine" in nature.

Gugu explained that the so-called heavenly wine is the dew on the tips of the reeds, the mist on the tail rice stacks, and the balls on the water lilies......

But after most of the night, the bottom of the jug has not yet been reached, so it can be seen that the "heavenly wine" collected is pitiful.

Look less in the eyes, anxious in the heart.

Goo looked back and saw that Shaoyi's eyelids had already begun to fight, and she realized that it was not too early.

This time, she picked up the gourd scoop and left without saying a word.

After a while, Goo came back.

Shaoyi looked at a full scoop of "heavenly wine", and hurriedly asked where this came from.

"I used a stick to discount a few green bamboos in the bamboo garden of Tian Erye's house, and directly took the juice in the bamboo core, and now, the 'heavenly wine' is enough. ”

Shao Yi shook his head after hearing this, but he didn't dare to answer. Xin said: "It turned out to be Tian Erye's family, and I won't go to his house to chat and walk around recently." Take shelter from the limelight. ”

......

Autumn dawns a little later than in summer. However, once the sun shows its head, it is a burning autumn sun.

The square in front of the ruins of the Sword Pavilion was crowded with people.

Among the four elders, only the chief Lao Leng came, who is the chief tea taster of today's tea battle, commonly known as "tea fighting".

The battle of the big weir river, according to the past practice, is based on the "three fights and two wins" as the competition system. To put it bluntly, it is to fight against each other and "fight" against each other.

Before Goo Gu appeared in the square, the eyes of the big guys were focused on Tan Er's granddaughter Tan Qianqing.

She's a Ming fighter against Gollum. As last year's tea king, she has always been the tea practitioner who "goes to the next level every year" in people's minds.

On the incense table on one side, the green leaves on the jade bowl are glowing with green light, and the texture of the wooden Six Gentlemen's tea set is like a complaint.

On the other side, the incense case is still empty.

Leng Ke couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart, looking at this situation, he can roughly calculate who will pull the head. Of course, it's too early to think so.

So, Leng Ke sat with his eyes closed on the tea tasper's seat, waiting for the opening without saying a word.

While everyone was chattering, only Tan Qianqian got up quietly and bowed deeply to an old woman wearing a veil.

In Dayanhe Village, I am afraid that only this mother-in-law can make Tan Qianqing's heart as quiet as water and proud as the moon shadow move.

The old woman staggered with her back to the crowd, but she waved her hand and didn't want others to help her, and she didn't pay attention to the greetings of Brother Wang and their juniors.

Strange to say, those who have seen the true face of this old woman know that she has long been white as silk, hunched back like a camel, and wrinkled like a flower.

However, just looking at the skin on the old woman's face and hands, it is delicate and white that is not similar to her age, and it is not inferior to Tan Qianqing, who is two years different from her. This may be the natural manifestation of my mother-in-law's years of immersion in tea affairs and all her cultivation on the outside.

The old woman stepped forward, she lovingly touched Tan Qianqing's waist-length black hair, and then, her fingertips passed through the old pear wood case, and swam along the side, as if she had a little attachment to the tea ceremony utensils and wooden case.

Before that, the mysterious mother-in-law nodded slightly at Master Qingyun on the tea taster's seat, and then slowly moved to the empty chair beside Lao Leng.

This old woman who can make Tan Qianqian stand up and worship willingly is the magical old lady who everyone knows and knows about the Dayan River, but few people can see her "face" - Magu.

Magu is the chief tea taster of today's tea war, and in the past few decades, the crown of the tea king in the "tea fight" in Dayanhe Village over the years comes from her final ruling.

She touched the case just now, and it seemed to be some kind of blessing to Tan Er.

At this moment, the four tea drinkers: Lao Leng, Magu, Tian Erye and Jiushan have all taken their seats.

Even the always steady old Leng couldn't help but start asking Geng Ding: "Why hasn't Goo shown up yet?" Geng Ding spread his hands with an innocent expression.

Everyone looked at the empty case, and instead began to look at Tan Er, a girl with fluttering clothes and idle clouds and wild cranes, with convincing eyes. It seems that the balance in everyone's hearts has begun to tilt in her favor.

......

Leng Ke waved his hand, and without waiting, the tea fight began......

Under the guidance of the slender hand, the steaming white gas spreads around the teaspoon, tea needle, tea drain, tea clip, tea rule, and tea tube.

Tan Qianqing's hands did not touch any utensils, however, in the silent place, the tea utensils had been scalded one by one......

At this time, the tea ware seems to be endowed with a soul, and there is already a feeling of waiting for the tea leaves, so the wood grain of the tea ware begins to glow quietly.

The noisy discussions, chats and laughter of everyone seemed to be bounced off by Tan Qianqing's "nothing" temperament as soon as they touched the vicinity of the old Limu case.

Its clear and lofty atmosphere surrounds the wooden case, and it actually eliminates the surrounding bustle. Everywhere she goes, there is only silent beauty.

At this time, the tea before the rain is carefully brought out with a teaspoon. The slender orchid fingers are around, and the white air is like a crane, fluttering its wings and flying out.

The tea is in the tea tray, like the green water and green mountains surrounded by white gas......

Tan Qianhao's step-by-step interpretation of tea skills, such as the dance of hands, the soaring of cranes, and the migration of the soul of tea......

This is the etiquette before tea, to bathe all tea utensils in advance, also known as "white crane bathing".

Since then, the ceremony has come to an end.