Wei Qimu grabbed the road and walked away, riding his horse and galloping, the white horse under his crotch was like flying, and he had run out of the land of several arrows in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was one of Tian Lingzi's subordinates chasing after him. Wei Qimu said in his heart: "Could it be that the old thief of Natian recognized me?"

When the little eunuch in Tsing Yi saw Wei Qimu turn around, he hurriedly whipped him and shouted, "Horse thief! Stop, Manager Tian's horse is also something you can ride?!"

When Wei Qimu heard this, he realized that the horse he was riding was Tian Lingzi's mount, and the little eunuch actually regarded himself as a horse thief, so he chased after him. Look at this white horse again, the whole body is as white as falling snow, except for a pinch on the horse's tail, the whole body is not stained with a trace of variegation. Although this horse is not as good as Chu Jiangkai's "Pang Yun", it is also a rare good horse in the world.

Wei Qimu knew that there was a good horse under his crotch, so he ran forward as much as he could, and the little eunuch in Tsing Yi was also in hot pursuit. Tian Lingzi's mount naturally had extraordinary foot strength, and he was about to throw off the little eunuch far away, but the white horse suddenly stopped. The horse stopped in a hurry, Wei Qimu was defenseless, and almost pulled off the horse.

Wei Qimu stared closely, and it turned out that there was no road ahead, only a cliff that stretched very widely. The cliff is not very deep, but it is only more than ten zhang. Beneath the cliff is a rushing stream.

Wei Qimu sighed secretly: "Although this is not an abyss, but now my internal force is locked, no different from ordinary people, if I fall from this cliff, I will definitely die or live." But if it falls into the hands of this little eunuch, there is no possibility of survival, it can really be said that there is no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth. ”

Wei Qimu was feeling bad luck in his heart, the little eunuch in Tsing Yi had gradually arrived, he also caught a glimpse of the cliff, and laughed angrily: "Look where you run, try the whip of the master first!"

Wei Qimu had an iron chain on his shoulder, and his internal force was locked again, barely avoiding a whip. The little eunuch didn't seem to expect that the waste man in front of him could dodge his whip, and he didn't feel annoyed, and his hands moved, several whips in a row, mixed with internal force, forcing Wei Qimu to practice and retreat, until he reached the edge of the cliff. Wei Qimu has already eaten a few whips, and where the whip marks are, his clothes and skin are torn. Wei Qimu's body was in pain, and he didn't feel the force under his feet, and the rocks under his feet suddenly loosened, and even people with stones fell into the cliff.

As soon as Wei Qimufu fell off the cliff, he only felt that the world was spinning, and everything was over, and he only vaguely heard the little eunuch's scolding, and then the sound of rushing water was full of water. Within a few moments, he was in the water, drowning in the rapids and rushing downstream.

Wei Qimu is not familiar with water, and he is also equipped with iron chains, so he naturally has no power to toss in the water, so he has to let it rush away. The flowing water was cold to the bone, Wei Qimu was up and down day and night, and he was already unconscious. I don't know how long it took, Wei Qimu's shoulder wound was already eroded, maggots were everywhere on it, and layers of wriggling were wriggling.

The rapids were coming to an end, but suddenly they took a sharp turn to form a waterfall that was extremely wide and deep. The waterfall is dozens of zhang high, the sound of the water is loud, deafening, and under the waterfall is a very vast pool of water. Wei Qimu rushed down with the rapids, and if he was allowed to rush down these dozens of zhang, he was afraid that he would fall to his death in the pool.

In mid-air, a pink paper umbrella suddenly spun and flew over, catching it gently. The paper umbrella depicts the lotus and rain, very exquisite, it seems to be overwhelmed, and is about to fall, and there is a delicate paper umbrella that hooks the wind and dyes the kite, and holds it. One after another, the paper umbrellas are continuous, and there are more than ten of them. The things painted on the paper umbrella are all different, but they are all fine, not inferior to the Fang family.

The dozen or so paper umbrellas relied on each other to form a big umbrella, and finally caught Wei Qimu firmly. Then, the dozen or so paper umbrellas held Wei Qimu and rotated, slowly sending him to the shore.

......

Wei Qimu's cold body suddenly felt a stream of heat surging in his body, and he opened his eyes again after a burst of relaxation and blood activation. He looked around and saw that he was lying on a flower bed at this time—the reason why it was a flower bed was because the bed was all made of flower branches, and the red, yellow, and white plums on it had not yet withered, and there was a faint fragrance on it.

Wei Qimu reluctantly got out of bed, only to feel a faint pain in his shoulder, only to find that the iron chain on his body was gone, and the wound on his shoulder was also carefully wrapped in a white cloth, and even the shabby green shirt had been changed, only wrapped in a blue wide cloth.

Wei Qimu looked around, this room can be said to be an elegant bamboo house. Because in addition to the flower bed, several desks, chairs, cabinets and boxes in the room are all made of bamboo. There are also porcelain vases with flower branches on the bamboo tables, and the fragrance of flowers has not stopped for a long time. If it weren't for the winter, I'm afraid that the whole house would attract bees and butterflies?

On the low table at the head of the flower bed, there is also a bowl of strong tea, which is lush and fragrant. The strong tea is different from ordinary tea, and the tea leaves in the bowl are all ground into powder, which is integrated with the tea soup, like a bowl of green clay. Wei Qimu was hungry in his stomach, and he didn't care whether the tea was good or bad, hot or cold, and he had already drunk it in one gulp. When the strong tea is entered, I only feel that the taste is fresh and bitter, but after a while, I feel sweet and refreshing, fragrant between my teeth, and my spirit is shocked.

Wei Qimu was about to praise the good tea, but at this moment, a person came in the house, but it was a woman. This woman wears a silver fur and scarlet shoes, and she has a jade face and black eyes, pink lips and teeth. There is no powder and no rouge, the eyes are clear to the bottom, and the green hair is not curled, like a waterfall. The silver fur was soft and tight, wrapping her slender carcass in a bumpy manner. There is a graceful quality without luxury, with a slender state without a romantic posture, not like a human object, nor like a fairy in the painting, it is really difficult to describe the lips and tongue pen and ink.

The silver-furred woman was still holding a neatly folded clean green shirt in her hand, handed it to Wei Qimu and said, "Your clothes have been washed and repaired, I don't have men's clothes here, you can change them later." "His voice is not slow, not fast, not tight, not small, like heaven, every word is appropriate.

When Wei Qimu saw such a woman and listened to such a voice, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment, he was busy making up his mind, took his green shirt, and asked, "Did the girl save me?"

The silver-furred woman seemed to answer, and seemed to inform, and said: "I have sawed off the iron chains on your body, and the carrion on your shoulders has been stripped off and medicated, but the iron chain in the pipa bone is connected to the flesh and bones, and it cannot be taken out, and the meridians cannot be recovered." ”

Wei Qimu was not bound by iron chains, but he felt relaxed, although his internal force was still locked, fortunately, his actions and manners were convenient. He deeply felt the great grace of the woman in front of him, so he thanked him with a salute: "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

The silver-furred woman replied, "You call me 'tea maker'." ”

Wei Qimu saw that the silver-furred woman's expression was flat, and she didn't reveal her real name, thinking that she didn't like to accept outsiders in her heart, so she didn't want to bother more, so she wanted to leave and leave. But the silver-robed woman said, "You are still weak, and you should be raised here before leaving." As he spoke, he had already turned around and left, not allowing Wei Qimu to speak.

Wei Qimu had nothing to do, so he simply changed into a green shirt and walked out of the bamboo house. Outside the house, there are hills and ravines, there are lush forests and bamboos, and layers of tea trees. I saw that the winter was faint, and through the dense leaves, scattered points of light were scattered. Under the tree are roe deer, tigers and leopards, cattle, horses, chickens and ducks, and on the trees are cranes, warblers, sparrows, storks and doves and eagles. Although it is the image of all beasts living together, it is also the state of all things together. This scene is not much better than Tao Yuanming's paradise, the difference is that there is a group of people living in the paradise, and there seems to be only one person living here, a woman who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Wei Qimu walked out again, there were occasional small beasts and young animals playing with it on the road, with the clear sound of bird chirping, the mournful sound of ape chirping, he only felt that he was outside the rivers and lakes, his mind was extremely happy, and he swept away the previous haze, and there was no trouble at all.

At the end of the path, there is a small tea room. Inside the tea room, a small purple clay stove is burning, and a white copper kettle sits on it. On the edge of the copper kettle, the silver-furred woman was sitting on a bamboo bench quietly waiting for the water in the pot to boil. Wei Qimu didn't dare to disturb, so he only stopped and watched from a distance.

After a while, when the water in the pot was boiling, the silver-furred woman took the copper kettle in her hand and poured water into the bowl on the coffee table. She poured water and stirred the bamboo sticks at the same time, so she put down the copper kettle after several times, but the bamboo branches in her hands were still stirring in the bowl.

Wei Qimu saw that he was amused, so he quietly walked in, and came to the side of the silver-furred woman, only to see that there were many utensils on the low table that he had never seen before. Although those utensils are of different styles and materials, they are all engraved with a small character - Su. Wei Qimu pondered: "Presumably, the word 'Su' is her name or surname." ”

Wei Qimu looked at the bowl again, but was taken aback, because the silver-furred woman was not making a sencha, but drawing on the tea foam! The tiny bamboo branch was like a small paintbrush, very agile, and it could move freely in the small bowl. The silver Qiu woman's brushwork is very skillful, the pattern in the bowl is made in the blink of an eye, the initial change is made, one painting after another, it can be said that the sun and the moon are shown in the soup, and the bowl hides the universe: fish and dragons dive in the lake and sea, birds and beasts noise mountains and forests. Sometimes the flowers bloom and the phoenix sings, and sometimes the tiger leaps and the horse soars. The great can point to the country, and the small can flutter the fireflies. In an instant, the changes are endless. It's really a cup that can hook jade and calligraphy, and there is ink and blue in the tea.

When Wei Qimu saw it, he couldn't help but praise: "What a handsome technique!"

The silver-furred woman was stunned by this sound, and she didn't blame Wei Qimu for being reckless, but asked, "Does Childe also understand tea?"

Wei Qimu shook his head and said: "I don't know tea, but I also know that this tea has been boiled or fried since ancient times, and I have never seen such a wonderful way to cook tea." ”

The silver-furred woman showed a shallow smile on her head, like a faint silver moon, and said: "I am also idle, thinking and playing by myself, grinding all the tea leaves into powder, and better entering the water." Once I was interested, I scribbled a few strokes on it with bamboo branches, and after a long time, I became proficient. ”

Although the silver-furred woman said that she was light, Wei Qimu knew that it was difficult, and he was amazed in his heart, and he asked again, "Does this method have a name?"

The silver-furred woman didn't seem to have thought about this question, and replied casually: "I don't have a name yet, why don't you give one of them?"

Wei Qimu recalled the scene of the Yinqiu woman pouring water several times when she was cooking tea, and muttered: "The essence of the girl's method must be in the water injection into the lamp, just like a phoenix nodding, why don't you call it 'order tea', how about it?"

Su Ruyue chewed lightly in her mouth and said, "Order tea, order tea...... It's a great name. As he spoke, he unconsciously glanced at Wei Qimu in his heart.

Wei Qimu naturally said humbly, but the silver-furred woman suddenly picked up the bowl of strong tea and handed it to Wei Qimu. At this time, the tea soup is a picture of a mandarin duck Lingbo playing in the water, and the fine willow folding his hand to support the wind, Wei Qimu's face was slightly pale when she saw it, but her face did not change, and said: "Please eat this bowl of tea." ”