"You may be seated." The woman said. When Cheng Liu remembered the eight-fingered Buddha worshipping the mountain, he called Master Xiaodaotong Wei Daochang, presumably this was himself, but he didn't expect this Daoist to be so young.

After the eight-fingered Buddha thanked him, he sat down, and Chengliu also sat down. Wei Daochang is delicate and dignified, dressed in a plain and elegant Taoist robe, and the fairy wind is more revealing of eight-point affinity, giving people a sense of tranquility and comfort outside the transcendent object. She skillfully and elegantly made the tea utensils, and after a while, two fragrant teas floated in front of the eight-fingered Buddha and Chengliu. The three of them tasted tea and had nothing to say for a long time.

After drinking two more lamps, Cheng Liu only felt refreshed, like floating clouds, like a spring breeze, and forgot the intention of coming this time to the clouds. A pot of bluegrass swayed on the windowsill in the coolness of early summer, and the shadow hit a white wall of the Cloud Pavilion, forming a natural ink painting. The "pen and ink" falls naturally and elegantly, and outside the "pen and ink" is the elegant spring light, the light and shadow reflect each other, but I don't know if the light is the blank space in the shadow, or the shadow is the hollow in the light? The white wall is surrounded by a border decorated with pale blue cloth, except for a blank space in the center, which was originally designed to allow bluegrass and light to paint on it. This kind of idea amazed Chengliu, and sure enough, the most beautiful work of art is nature.

Cheng Liuzheng was relaxed, and a deer roared from outside the Cloud Pavilion, its voice was long, but not poignant. A short time later, a woman walked in from outside. This woman is about eighteen or nineteen years old, her eyebrows are picturesque, with three points of ancient women's grace and seven points of Taoist fairy aura. She wore her hair in a bun on her head, but the rest of her hair still hung down to her waist, and her clothes were written rather than splendid, but they could be dazzling. This woman, Cheng Liu seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it for a while. She held a small jar of enamel colored ceramics in her hand, and when she saw everyone, she showed a smiling face and greeted: "I have seen the master, I have seen Xue Shuai, is the little benefactor better?" ”

Wei Daochang nodded, and the eight-fingered Buddha hurriedly got up and saluted: "The little monk doesn't dare, I've seen a real person." Cheng Liu also hurriedly stood up, hugged his fist at the woman and replied, "It's better." Cheng Liuxin thought to himself, this eight-fingered Buddha seems to be too humble, and he saluted Wei Daochang, who was younger than himself, because of his status as the head of the Daoist, but why was he so humble to his apprentices? How does she know about her injury? Why did she appear after the deer chirped?

The woman handed the tea to Daoist Wei with both hands, and she stood beside Daoist and said, "This is the new Nanshan Canglu tea." Wei Daochang opened the enamel color tea pot, a peculiar sweet fragrance lingered in the whole tea room for a while, the front part of the tea fragrance has the majesty of Pu'er, and the back section also has the elegance of Nanyue cloud tea; Its color is emerald green, resembling dew droplets, it is made of the new leaves of the ancient tea tree that grows in the valley near the Nantianmen of Zhurong Peak, after careful roasting, and then undergoes a long fermentation and aging. Wei Daochang carefully took out three drops of tea from the pot with tea tweezers and put them in the teapot, and said: "This Canglu tea that grows on the collarbone of Zhurongfeng is perfect for brewing with the mountain spring water of Nanyue. She compared Zhu Rongfeng to a woman, Nantianmen is the shoulder of the mountain, and the valley near the shoulder is the collarbone of the mountain. She is a woman, and naturally uses a woman as a metaphor.

Between the words, the tea had already been brewed, and the eight-fingered Buddha thanked him again and again before picking up the teacup and tasting it. Cheng studied the number of salutes on the TV, tapped the table with his fingers to show his gratitude, and then also picked up the teacup and drank it. Regarding the courtesy of the two, Wei Daochang said: "There is no need to be polite. The voice was kind and gentle, and in Wei Daochang, he felt the kindness of a grandmother, although she looked only in her twenties, but she had the solemnity and kindness of an eighty-year-old man.

When the tea soup enters the throat, the taste before and after it is diametrically opposed to the aroma of the tea. The front section is sweet and delicious, as fresh and smooth as taking sugar and drinking honey, but the latter part is gloomy with a wave of aging sophistication, slightly turbid and bitter, steady and continuous, and in the end, it returns to a kind of sweetness that reverberates back to the intestines. "That's the real tea." Chengliu remembered the black tea he had drunk at his godfather's and couldn't help but sigh. He said at the time that the tea was not expensive, but it was just a mistake to debunk it, the kind of natural floating flower old black tea, at least tens of thousands of yuan a tael, and his sip of tea actually drank thousands. However, the value of Leshan and Leshui is only in the hobby, in fact, there is no advantage or disadvantage.

Wei Daochang took a sip of tea and asked, "How old is this tea?" ”

The woman said, "This batch has been fifty years. ”

Wei Dao said: "This time, give the tea to this young man!" Cheng Liu listened, got up and postponed: "Thank you, thank you, sister, I have no merit, please take it back." ”

When the woman heard Chengliu call her sister, she smiled and said, "Haha, I haven't heard anyone call me sister for many years, but now I hear a doll call, and it's useful." Wei Daochang and the Eight-Fingered Buddha both smiled, and the Eight-Fingered Buddha put down the teacup and said to Cheng Liu: "Little donor, this real person is the one who saved your life." ”

Cheng Liu was shocked when he heard this, hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times. The woman hurriedly helped him up and said, "Why do you need to make such a big gift? ”

Cheng Liudao: "Sister, how should I call it?" ”

The woman said, "Haha, it's good to call my sister." I have a deer, so you can call me Sister Deer. After she finished speaking, there was another deer roar outside the Cloud Pavilion, and the voice was very cheerful.

Cheng Liudao: "Sister Lu'er, although it is a good name, I think Sister Xianlu is better, because I think you are like a fairy, and the deer you domesticate must also be a fairy deer." No wonder I heard the deer chirping when I met them. The book says that when you see a savior, you must bow down. But the book also said that the great grace is not grateful, if Sister Lu'er needs the service of the younger brother in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. He didn't do it for flattery, but he really felt that this woman was like a fairy, and he felt it.

The woman said: "Xianlu, I am a fairy again, but this name is really good, thank you, little friend." You have such a sweet mouth, little girls must like you very much, right? Cheng Liuzhi wondered why this Xianlu sister looked only two or three years older than herself, but why she kept calling herself a child.

At this time, Wei Dao said: "If you want to thank you, thank you for this Buddha!" He's taking care of you these days. Cheng Liu clasped his hands together again and bowed deeply to the eight-fingered Buddha.

The eight-fingered Buddha replied and said: "Amitabha, Yuanjun is serious, although the little monk has some tricks in painting, how can he have the ability to come back to life." It's all up to the Taoist to rejuvenate, and I'm just a gesture. Cheng Liu listened, and hurriedly bowed to Wei Daochang again. It turned out that these three people were his life-saving benefactors, Sister Xianlu rescued people, Wei Daochang used Taoist medical skills to rescue, because Chengliu is a man, it is inconvenient to stay in the Huang Tingguan to cultivate, so after the rescue, he asked the eight-fingered Buddha to take care of it in the temple. Cheng Liu remembered the day he was injured, he was already confused after being beaten by Lao Yao and others, and when he was confused, he saw Zeng Confession, who had committed murder to him, and then he saw a woman in the dark, this woman was Sister Xianlu. She lifted herself onto the back of the deer, and never remembered it again. From the day of the injury to the present, only two or three days have passed, why is there no trace of the injury on his body, he was puzzled again, but he did not open his mouth to ask, because he felt that such an important matter, the Taoist and others did not say, there was a reason not to say it, maybe when it was not time to say it, they did not say, he did not ask, this is his character. He felt that the most important thing was that he was still alive, and nothing else mattered.