Chapter 315: Exchanging Scores

"Childe, please be seated." Qingyin pointed to the side and let Jian Chen and the others sit down. Said to the back: "Little love. Serve tea."

The voice just fell. A twenty-eight-year-old girl walked out with a tea set. Tingting walks carefully. Gently put the tea set down. Lift the teapot. Slender white hands exposed. Pour a cup of tea to the full.

Just brewed tea. The whole room is filled with the smell of tea. It's intoxicating.

"Good tea." The fat man picked up the tea that was placed in front of his desk. Drink it all in one go. Boasted to Haruin. Zhu Bajie eats the fruits of life. I don't know what it tastes like. Just a boast of good.

"You can still make good tea like this. I think it's almost thirsty." Hongying glanced at the fat man.

Suddenly. Laughter. Fat man with crooked nose. looks like a good man doesn't fight with a woman.

Laughter. Jian Chen also picked up the tea. The tip of the nose is gently placed close to the teacup. A faint aroma of tea came to the face. It seems to have washed away the heart.

Feel the faint aroma of tea. Jian Chen tilted the teacup slightly. Tea into the throat. The aroma of tea immediately entered the mouth. It wandered in his mouth for a while, and then he went down.

"Good tea. But it's a pity." Jian Chen's eyes showed a touch of regret. It's not contrived. To the surprise of Harune.

"Isn't the son of a man who is also in this way. Harune asked." Harune's eyes lit up. Stand up. He bowed to the sword dust.

The tea ceremony is very important for Harume. There are too many similarities between the two. Every time before playing the piano, you must burn incense, clean your hands and drink tea. This is the code of ethics for the piano. It's not superstition. Just to be able to calm down better.

"Don't dare to instruct. A little bit of it." Jian Chen smiled slightly. Very confident. Chinese culture is broad and profound. Others dare not brag. The study of tea drinking is not comparable to this otherworldly man.

This is not to say that the people of the Sword God Continent do not have a background. It's just that the people of the Sword God Continent don't have such leisure and elegance. The Chinese tea ceremony is profound. It's not all about the accumulation of time. It's more about the accumulation of cultural thoughts. The culture of the tea ceremony has so much in common with traditional Chinese culture. In order to pass on and carry forward the tea ceremony.

"The girl's tea is also the best choice of tea before the rain. The fragrance in the tea must be good for this variety and site. However, the method of making tea and making tea is a little unsatisfactory." As he spoke, Jian Chen poured himself another glass. Tasted it. Shook his head.

What do you mean by that? My little sister would like to hear about it." Qingyin was a little angry when she heard Jian Chen's comment. Although this maid is not as good as herself. But also carefully selected. It's a lot better than the average lady. But what Jian Chen said seemed to be worthless.

"Boiling tea is like cooking. This tea is very particular about the heat. Depending on the heat, the taste of the brewed tea will be different. The same goes for tea. Different tea leaves also use different teas." Jian Chen's eloquent talk. A master's look.

Harumon frowned and pondered. Nodding slightly. This tea has only been around for hundreds of years. Most people's efforts are put into tea. Very few people work on these two areas. Jian Chen woke her up. This moment takes her to a new level. Unprecedented awareness.

"I'll tell you about this tea. This tea should not be made with well water. Well water to make tea is the next choice."

Jian Chen smiled. Looking at Qingyin, her eyes were very clear. With today's outfit, it doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner. On the contrary, he is like a literati. Read poetry books.

"Oh. Why can't this well water?" Qingyin looked at Jian Chen with some puzzlement. Asked.

Ling'er and the others also looked at Jian Chen. A trace of doubt rose in my heart. How could Jian Chen's knowledge of this.

At this moment, the sword dust seems to be shrouded in a veil of mystery. Martial arts genius. Forging is still genius. This melody is still a genius. Finally, there is still research on this tea ceremony. Look at this enigmatic man. Ling'er's heart moved. There is already some redness on the cheeks. It's just that everyone's eyes are on Jian Chen. Few people noticed the change. Watching the crowd not notice themselves. Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Naturally, no. This well boiled tea is all done by ordinary people. Just to quench your thirst. If you can't find out how you can't use well water. There are some exceptions to this rule. Spring water is the best choice. The deeper the spring water in the mountains. The more natural the treasure, the more suitable the spring water is for making tea." Jian Chen picked up a few peanuts and chewed them. It's like a storyteller.

Stay until you listen to the book. Wrong. It was the few people who heard the Tao who absorbed the sword dust for a moment and continued to speak. Of course. In addition to this spring water. That spring rain. Winter snow is also extremely good. This early spring tea is paired with the rain of that spring. Vitality is even greater. It's never going to be that rigid." Speaking of this, Jian Chen's eyes showed a look of remembrance. It seems to be reminiscing about the good tea I tasted in the past.

Sword dust, these are not just words on paper. In the previous life, as a cultivator. Nothing else. There is quite a bit of time. Piper Shaw. Tasting tea. It's Jian Chen's biggest pastime. Whenever he is upset, Jian Chen always uses these to calm himself down. With the improvement of his state of mind, the art of tea is also advancing by leaps and bounds. Even a generation of masters is willing to bow down.

"The heat of this tea is also a kind of exquisiteness. The new tea is boiled over a warm fire. Old tea is boiled over high heat. As for this early spring tea. Actually, it's best to cook it a little." Jian Chen pointed to the tea leaves on the side and said. The meaning of complaining about Qingyin's violent rebuke of heavenly things in the tone could not be more obvious.

Hear Jian Chen's words. Harune's face flushed. I'm a little embarrassed. I feel like I've lived to a dog all these years. Jian Chen's words are completely unknown. But there are many truths.

"Today. I'll make tea once for everyone to taste. The water has not changed. I'm going to use this water first."

Jian Chen stood up. Sit by the fire. Harumon made a gesture when he saw the situation. The maid brought a new tea set. Put it in front of Jian Chen. glanced at Jian Chen.

Sword dust puts the water in. The water is only slightly boiling. The tea leaves that had already been placed on the vessel were carefully dialed into the pot. After a while, the teapot was lifted. The pot of tea was poured into a bottle. Only the tea leaves are left.

The tea is poured out. The room was filled with the aroma of tea again. Those with a more sensitive nose will be able to notice that the aroma of this tea is even worse than the one just now. However, what surprised everyone was that Jian Chen's movements did not stop. Instead, he sat upright. The look on his face was even more solemn.

On one side, the boiling water fills the empty teapot again. That's when the tea begins. The flame below has also been turned down a bit. The tea leaves are slowly falling in the water. Action. Like that graceful dancing girl. Dance in the midst of this tea. So elegant.

"That's why." Harune pointed to the discarded tea in confusion. Full of doubts.

"Some of the miscellaneous flavors in the new tea are heavier. Naturally, you need to wash it." I saw a few people puzzled. Jian Chen said with a smile.

"Then it's waste." The fat man looked at Jian Chen dissatisfied. He had poured the tea into his cup. I'm holding up my cup. This time, I also specially savored it. so as not to be ridiculed again; But when he heard Jian Chen's words, the tea that had just been eaten squirted out. All of them were sprayed on the face of Hongying, who was sitting opposite.

See this scene. The originally quiet building erupted in laughter. Even Jian Chen, who was contemplating himself in making tea, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Dead fatty. You're looking for death." The air was filled with murderous intent. Hongying didn't have time to wipe the tea off her face. Then he drew the whip from his waist. Staring at the fat man. His eyes are about to burst into flames.

"Sister, let's wipe it first." Qingyin sees that the situation is not good. Immediately took out a handkerchief. Hand it to Hongying.

"Hongying. Don't do this. Wait a minute, I'm cleaning up this fat man." Ruolin also comforted. After all, now Harumin is the master. It's a little bad to fight in front of Harumin.

Hear the words of your own good sisters. Hongying's face is a little better. He took the handkerchief handed by Haruin and wiped the tea off his face. Sit down slowly. In the process, his eyes never left the fat man.

The fat man cast a pleading glance at the Iron Abacus. Who knew that one of the two shrugged his shoulders. One is looking out the window. Ignoring the fat man's helpless gaze. At this moment, the fat man knows what it means to make friends carelessly.

"The tea is ready." In the midst of a few noisy people. Jian Chen has already filled several teacups. Said to the crowd.

Harumon carefully picked up the teaglass. If you get the treasure. Plain that pair of wonderful hands. It's a little unstable today. Gently pick up the porcelain cup on the table. Slowly pass it to your mouth. Didn't drink it. Instead, he followed Jian Chen's example just now and brought his nose closer to the rim of the cup. A faint fragrance of tea washes the lungs along the tip of the nose. It's so fragrant and elegant. It's like a virgin. It's fascinating.

Harune took another breath. That's when he raised his hand. Will sip this cup of tea. The tip of the tongue only touches this tea. A sweet fragrance spreads to my heart. I just feel like my soul is drifting. The whole person is like going to the clouds. I closed my eyes and savored it for a long time, and I was reluctant to put down the teacup.

"Good. Sure enough, it's different from just now. Little sister admires." There was a gleam in Harune's eyes. It's just that the way of boiling tea has changed. The difference between the two is almost worlds apart. Now he was deeply impressed by Jian Chen's skills.

Hear Harune's comments. The others also took the teacups on the table and drank them down. I just feel refreshed. Although they don't have the attainments of Qingyin. But I also feel a little different. I don't know where it's different.

The tea in that lamp was gone all of a sudden. Looking at the satisfaction on the faces of several people. Jian Chen also smiled slightly.

"Miss Qingyin's invitation to me shouldn't be as simple as tasting tea." Jian Chen then opened his mouth and asked Qingyin. After some of these things. The relationship between the two is a little closer. Talking is not so roundabout.

"I want the score of the song that Childe just played. I don't know if Childe can teach it." Harune stared at Jian Chen. There was a pang of worry in my heart. Seeing that Jian Chen didn't answer, he immediately added, "I can exchange it with Xuan-level martial arts."

Qingyin was obviously a little anxious. Musical scores are not a valuable thing, though. But the tune that Jian Chen played just now was something she had never heard of. I was afraid that Jian Chen would not agree, so I said the exchange.

Hear the Xuanjie martial arts. The eyes of several others couldn't help but light up. I didn't expect the two tunes Qingyin to be so generous in exchange for Xuan-level martial arts. Thinking of this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Jian Chen.

In the last few chapters, I want to describe the other side of the sword dust, although it is a little light, but I hope you can like it.