In the hall of Changhong Peak, the Confucian people hold books and stroke their beards, and sit in danger.

Standing beside Lao Dao is a fresh and handsome young man with eyes like Langxing, he scooped a cluster of cyan oolong tea leaves with a wooden spoon made of mahogany, gently poured the tea leaves into the tea bowl with elegant manners, picked up the kettle, poured it with boiling water, and the boiling water was brewed repeatedly, bursts of steam rose with the fragrance of tea, and with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, he gently and gently picked up the celadon bowl for fear of breaking the soul of tea.

The celadon tea bowl is held in the palm of the hand, a few pieces of tea are stretched in the clear and turquoise tea soup, slowly sinking, rising and sinking again, three ups and downs, the phoenix nods, the bud shadow and the water light, reflecting each other, the tea color is gradually thickening, the leaf sinks into the bottom of the cup, like the tip of the pen standing upright, and the flying of the crane is rotating.

Lao Dao put down the book in his hand, picked up the celadon tea bowl from the young man's hand and looked at the tea in the bowl, smelled it carefully, scraped the tea leaves with the bowl lid, took a sip and nodded with satisfaction.

"The soup is thick and bright, the aroma is rich, the entrance is sweet, the mouth is fragrant, it lasts, it is a good tea!" said the old man with a long beard.

Lao Dao glanced at the absent-minded young man, and said with a slight smile: "Gradually, do you know how many processes the pretty oolong in this tea needs to go through before it can get the tea bowl?"

The handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was in a trance, and he shook his head: "Master, the apprentice doesn't know." ”

"Oolong tea, also known as green tea, is a unique tea species in the south of the Yangtze River, oolong tea can only be made after picking, withering, shaking, frying, rolling, baking and other processes. After tasting, the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, the aftertaste is sweet and fresh, and because of the many steps, the taste is sweet and is called the tea beauty, the tea beauty. Kong Laodao stroked his beard and said

"Yanyu Jiangnan, warm and rainy, which just caters to the water-loving habits of oolong tea, the general picking of oolong tea should be selected in the spring sunny noon, and oolong tea has three green points, prematurely picked oolong tea is called early green, mostly with dew, the tea made is poor. Morning green, because the tea tree has been exposed to the sun for a period of time, the dew has disappeared, and the quality of tea making is better than that of morning and evening green. In the afternoon, the fresh leaves are picked, fresh and refreshing, with an attractive fragrance, and there is sufficient time for sunning, and the quality of tea is excellent. Late green, the sun goes down and misses the best time to dry the green, and the quality of tea making is also poor, but it is better than early green. Kong Laodao took a sip of tea and then said.

"Gradually, do you know why the teacher didn't let you go down the mountain?" Kong Daoren asked again.

"The disciples are dull, and the Tao and the spirit are insufficient. The boy bowed his head silently.

"Wrong, wrong. Kong Daoren laughed.

The young man was puzzled and asked, "The disciple doesn't understand, please make it clear to the master." ”

"Tea Oolong Tea still has to go through a lot of cumbersome processes to become a climate, let alone people. Kong Daoren took another sip of tea.

"The roasted tea man has his own kung fu, and oolong can become a pretty person in tea through the kung fu of the roasted tea man. The one who kills the pig also has his own kung fu, and the meat will not stick to the bone. The master carver also has his own kung fu, a piece of fine jade, but also through his fingertips to paint, thousands of carvings, in order to become a priceless jade. Kong Daoren said meaningfully.

The young man looked dazed, as if he understood or not.

"Let's follow the teacher. Kong Daoren put down the tea bowl and walked out of the Riguan Palace.

A young man named Zhong Yanli followed Kong Laodao to a cave in the mountain behind Changhong Peak.

"Some people need to go down the mountain to practice to break through the bottleneck, and some people need to learn about things to resolve the bottleneck, just like turnip greens have their own love, different people take different paths. Kong Daoren said earnestly.

After a pause, Kong Daoren led the young man into the cave, and when the two walked out of the cave again, they saw a blessed place in front of them.

A tall cliff is not visible to the top of the sky, like a pillar of optimus, exquisite.

The rocks on this cliff are intertwined, and there are dead pine roots, people have to marvel at the magic of the Jixia Mountain, the waterfall flows straight down from the top of the cliff, the mountains are poured into the sea, the sound enters the thunder, the surging roar, the panting and tumbling, the gravel of the cliff wall is scattered after crashing, turning into countless water droplets, such as ten thousand beasts galloping, the earth trembles. A small pond half a man deep is formed under the waterfall, the water is crystal clear, the bottom of the pool is paved with pebbles, and the occasional red koi swim by.

There are also two lines of words on the cliff wall: "Even the peak goes to the sky and does not exceed the foot, and the dry pine hangs upside down against the cliff", which is like the sharp sword engraved by the pen force, and the iron horizontal and vertical hook.

"Who is the master who can swim on the cliff and write such a miraculous stroke?"

"This is the first cliff of my hair, thinking about the cliff. Kong Daoren's eyes flashed over the light, and he said solemnly.

"Thinking about the cliff?" Zhong gradually said in confusion.

"When the ancestor of Qingyezi was mistaken by the world, he retreated here for ten years in a fit of anger to stay away from the world, and never left half a step here, and finally realized the way he was pursuing, broke through the desolate fairyland overnight, and left these two lines of imposing quatrains through the ages. Kong Daoren said calmly

"Master Qingye Zi has broken through the Flood Fairyland Realm in this retreat?" Zhong Yanli was dumbfounded.

In addition to these two lines of quatrains, the ancestor of Qingye Zi also left his life's work in this blessed land, and the rain and rain flew flowers. Kong Daoren pretended to be deep.

"From today onwards, in addition to eating and sleeping, you will come to think about the cliff and practice, and you can only go down the mountain when you realize the waves and rain and flying flowers. Kong Daoren said lightly.

Zhong was taken aback, Qingyezi had been enlightened in this retreat for ten years before he came out, so how many years would he have to be here to realize the rain and flowers?

Kong Daoren smiled and said, "I also practiced here when I was a teacher. ”

"So, Master, you have realized the rain and the flowers?" said Zhong Yanli, with a glint in his eyes

"Because the teacher's heart is insufficient, he went down the mountain after two months of enlightenment. Kong Daoren rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Zhong gradually left the wooden stake, looking at the back of the old Taoist motionless, and after a while, he looked at the Siguo cliff that was straight into the sky and almost fainted.

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Outside the city of Dali in southern Xinjiang, there is a tall and a fat one before and one after entering the city.

Walking in front was a suave and unruly man in a green shirt, he hummed a little tune with a licorice in his mouth, and was in a good mood, while the fat man walking behind was the opposite, not to mention, his nose and face were swollen and dirty, and his hair was unkempt as if he had just been beaten by a hooligan.

"Phew, his grandmother's, I know that this surnamed Wu is not good, this head threw Jinghong to me, and the other end ran away. You said that you ran away, and you turned around and brought me back a group of vicious demon beasts, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's fast running, it would have become the food on the plate of the tiger beast and wolf demon, and told me a lot of truths, fart!" The fat man chattered as he walked, cursing Wu Feixia who was walking in front.

Suddenly, the figure in green shirt walking in front turned around, twisted the fat man's ear and said: "Stinky boy, you have been nagging all the way from Cangshan to here, can you stop for a while, I am also your master." ”

"Bah, Master, I'm about to be eaten by the demon beast, and you're still hiding in that tree and gnawing on chicken legs to watch the fun. The fat man Xiao Gu didn't seem to be relieved, and kicked his nose and scolded in the face.

"Hmph, you are a dignified disciple of Bun Xia, and you were chased by a group of four-legged beasts and called your mother and father, isn't it embarrassing? Besides, Lao Tzu gave you Jinghong is for you to show off? You are not as good as the flower girl next door, at least people still know how to paint rouge and paint thrushes, you don't even dare to let go of a fart, I want to be at your age Lao Tzu single-handedly entered southern Xinjiang, coming and going freely in the mountains and Erhai Lake, it is really unteachable" said Wu Feixia's hand The strength was a little heavier.

"It's all over the place, and I don't necessarily know how famous you are in Dali City, it's really mean... Oops, it hurts, it hurts... The fat man begged for mercy.

At this time, there was a sound of majestic horses' hooves in the city, and a majestic and stubborn heavy cavalry galloped out of the city, stopping in front of the two, led by the general wearing armor and white blankets on his head, and the general turned over and dismounted and gave a military salute to the two.

"Wu Daxia, Lord Mu knows that you are coming to Dali City, so he specially ordered the last general to come and pick up the two of you to the palace for a gathering. The cavalry general with a white blanket on his head said.

"General Fang, let's forget about old acquaintances, and red tape will be avoided. Wu Feixia smiled, but his hand still tightly twisted the fat man's ears.

"Please, then. The general, surnamed Fang, smiled openly

"Okay!" Wu Feixia let go of the hand that was twisting the fat man's ears and said briskly.

Xiao Gu covered his ears and secretly glanced at the general with white Yu on his head, quite a feeling of being in the clouds, and even the famous Bai Yu soldiers came out to greet him, saying that he was ordered by Prince Mu to take Wu Feixia to the palace for a gathering, which is a big face.

Lord Wang? Xiao Gu's body was shocked, and there were words in his heart: "The Mu prince in the mouth of this general surnamed Fang should not be the only king with a different surname among the four major vassal kings, Mu King Mu Guihu who has elite and heavy troops to guard the evil land of southern Xinjiang, right?"

Wu Feixia raised his hand and knocked on Xiao Gu's brain shell: "Why are you stunned, didn't you say that I was mean, go, this time I will take you to eat meat." ”

Xiao Gu touched the shell of the hot brain melon, and glanced at the back of the man in the green shirt a few more times.

At the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, there is a black gold silk nanmu plaque, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances with three big characters "Mu Wangfu".

The palace hall, the case is full of all kinds of wine and meat, in the mountains of southern Xinjiang chased by the demon beast in the dark Xiao Gu's eyes lit up, where can I take care of any etiquette, pick up a large piece of chicken leg and chop the ear.

The man in the green shirt was unmoved in the face of the full gourmet case, but just held a white jade wine glass and tasted the wine in the glass.

At the head of the main hall, Mu Guihu, who was dressed in a forged gold white python robe, scratched his gray sideburns, and said with a warm smile: "It seems that Feixia is not less worried about the wine in our southern Xinjiang." ”

Wu Feixia smiled from the heart: "Tu Su in the north, osmanthus in the south, Yunjian in the south, that's a puddle on the ground, and the gods have to shake it." ”

Mu Guihu also raised his wine glass and took a sip of Yun Jiannan, and said: "Feixia, I remember that you said last time that you were worried about the scenery of our Dali, and this king knew that you didn't like to be noisy, so he ordered someone to build a clean garden on the outskirts of the city. ”

Wu Feixia didn't say a word, quietly tasting his Yun Jiannan.

"She's there too. Mu Guihu said gloomily.