The night is deep, and the moonlight is like water.

Chu Yonghong rolled up his sleeves and slowly poured the boiling spring water into the teacup in front of him, his movements were gentle and his expression was solemn.

Across from him sat a thin, middle-aged man with a goatee on his chin and eyes sunken into his sockets, which at first glance looked quite scary.

"If you taste tea, choose water first, the water in the old man's teapot is not a simple thing." Chu Yonghong was smug and proud.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man with a goatee immediately surrendered his hand and asked, "Please also ask Gong Chu to teach me." ”

"Haha...... This water is broad and profound, and the old man is easy not to show people, but since it is you Li Siye who asked, the old man will not cherish himself.

The water for making tea, the best choice is the landscape, which is used by the old man, and it is all used every morning to instruct the people below to go back and forth on the mountains near Chang'an for dozens of miles, and they are used now.

If you don't use mountain water, then river water can also be used, which is considered a medium choice, but if you use well water, then it falls into the inferior ......"

Chu Yonghong said like a few treasures, and Li Siye slowly frowned, thoughtfully, and kept muttering:

"On the mountain, in the river, under the well...... Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! ”

Looking at his appearance, Chu Yonghong smiled with satisfaction, the impact of this new tea ceremony, he had already understood it when he was in the roadside teahouse.

At that time, he was still a little ugly, but seeing that Li Siye is also so unbearable now, then he has a much better balance in his heart.

Li Siye's surname is Li, but he is not called Siye, just like Chu Shilang, Siye is a job title.

His identity is extremely unusual, he is the second-in-command of the country, in charge of many affairs, and his status is very high.

Needless to say, this is the highest institution of learning in the Tang Dynasty, and there are many students in the world who are eager to enter it to study.

In addition, more importantly, Guozijian also has a strong grasp of Confucian cultivation methods.

And Li Siye, as the second-in-command of Guozijian, can be seen in both strength and status.

However, like Chu Yonghong, he is extremely obsessed with the tea ceremony, and the two are best friends in tea and have a warm relationship.

After Li Siye muttered a few words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up the tea cup and took a sip gently, feeling the fragrance of tea lingering on the tip of his tongue, and the aftertaste was endless.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said in shock: "Chu Gong, which tea ceremony are you?" How amazing is it? ”

"Hahaha, this is the new tea ceremony!" Chu Yonghong laughed.

Li Siye frowned and asked, "New tea ceremony?" ”

"That's right, this tea ceremony is the most perfect, and all kinds of tea drinking and tea making are classified and organized.

There are dozens of ways to choose utensils, make tea, and taste tea......"

Ooh!

Li Siye was taken aback, speechless for a while, and hurriedly asked, "Gong Chu, where is this new tea ceremony?" With the relationship between you and me, you must not hide it privately. ”

"Is the old man a man who is not a gentleman?" Chu Yonghong blew his beard angrily and glared, explaining:

"It's a coincidence that this new tea ceremony is taught by a young friend named Wang Chuan, who taught the old man."

Then, he omitted some intimate things that were not inhumane in the teahouse that day, and told all the rest.

After Li Siye heard this, he didn't say anything for a long time, his eyes widened, he pulled the goat's whiskers, and his stomach was quickly digesting.

After a cup of tea was half cooled, he breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses, but he still couldn't hide the shock on his face.

Li Siye was stunned and said: "This little friend of Wang Chuan is so powerful, if the old man has the opportunity, he will definitely visit him in person and ask him about this vast new tea ceremony." ”

After that, he looked serious again, and said solemnly: "Gong Chu, according to what the old man sees, whether the tea ceremony can be carried forward or not is all on this new tea ceremony."

Wang Chuan Xiaoyou, although he is young, can be my teacher. ”

Hiss!

Chu Yonghong couldn't help but gasp, this sentence came out of the mouth of Guozijian's secretary, and the weight can be imagined.

He frowned, leaned forward, leaned closer and asked, "You have such a high opinion of him?" ”

"Teacher, preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts, as the so-called hearing the Tao has a sequence, and there is a specialization in the art industry...... Where the Tao exists, so does the teacher! ”

Li Siye said leisurely, as the secretary of the country, he is not easy to quote scriptures?

After hearing this, Chu Yonghong nodded slowly, and arched his hand: "The old man is taught, and Li Gong's words are reasonable." ”

But then, he frowned, worried, and sighed: "Alas, in today's Tang Dynasty, although the tea ceremony is popular, it is only a small word after all.

How difficult is it to compare with the Avenue of Poetry? ”

Hearing this, Li Siye smiled slightly, poured tea, and said: "Chu Gong is not worried, before the emergence of the new tea ceremony, it was incomparable, but now that there is a new tea ceremony taught by Master Wang, why can't you carry forward the tea ceremony?" ”

When the teacup was seven points full, he stopped and continued: "Just a few days later, one of the old man's students will hold a poetry meeting in Pingkangfang. ”

"What does Li Gong mean......" Chu Yonghong's eyes lit up, and he secretly pondered in his heart.

Because of the popularity of the tea ceremony in the officialdom, in recent years, if a literary meeting or poetry meeting is held among literati, it is inevitable to boil tea and taste tea.

Therefore, it is more appropriate to call the poetry tea party the current poetry club.

If you want to promote the new tea ceremony at the poetry meeting...... Chu Yonghong just thought about it for a moment, and he couldn't help but look happy.

Li Siye also smiled and said: "In this Chang'an City, there should be more people who know what the new tea ceremony is." ”

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Chu Yonghong clapped his hands excitedly.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Then he picked up the tea in his hand at the same time, saluted from afar, and took a sip slowly.

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Two days later, Anle Fang.

In the hut, Wang Chuan was practicing the blue sea and blue sky technique, stretching his muscles and bones, and improving his qi and blood.

Since he came back from Pingkangfang yesterday, he has already tasted another benefit of being strong in qi and blood, so he has become more and more diligent in his cultivation.

Soon, I finished the work several times.

Wang Chuan's forehead was sweating slightly, he let out a long breath, and after standing still, he lowered his head to look at himself.

Blood: 223/300

Potential Points: 1

Exercises: Blue Sea and Blue Sky (Skilled)

Technique: Nameless Knife (Skilled)

"You can get a little more potential points right away, and then you can improve your exercises and techniques, and ......

Qi and blood will soon reach three hundred, and when the time comes, when the time comes, the promotion to the eighth rank will usher in another transformation of spirit and spirit, and this progress is not slow......"

Wang Chuan sorted out his thoughts, he was still very satisfied with his current practice, and then he could follow the steps.

Practice, Pingkangfang, Practice, Pingkangfang...... The combination of work and rest is very reasonable.

Just as he was thinking like this, a green coat suddenly appeared outside the courtyard.

Qin Hanyang put his hands behind his back, pushed open the door, and went straight inside, as soon as he entered the door, he directly asked:

"I heard that your sword skills have been successful?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan paused for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hand and replied: "No, there is no matter, it's just a shallow entrance." ”

Qin Hanyang: "......"

yes, you shouldn't have asked in the first place.

I have to say that he is very depressed now.

Is it really more popular than people? Three years, God knows how he spent those three years?!

Obviously, Wang Chuan didn't know what he was thinking, and seeing that he was silent, he asked tentatively:

"Helper, are you here this time, is there something going on?"

"Well, that's the one I told you to do last time."

When it came to business, Qin Hanyang gathered his thoughts, took out a Phnom Penh invitation from his arms, and handed it to Wang Chuan.

"Well, see for yourself."

Wang Chuan took the invitation for some reason, opened it and took a look, and froze in place again.

I saw two large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks written on the title page.

Poetry Society.

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