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Looking at Zhang Yang's method of making tea, Xiao Ming scoffed. It's the first time he's seen someone make tea like this. And everyone makes tea, one person in a cup, and then pours the tea leaves into the cup.

It's good to be flamboyant here, only a slightly larger teacup. The rest were small cups, and he poured the rest of the spiritual water on the small cups.

Even though he was sneering at Zhang Yang, he kept his eyes on the teacup in Zhang Yang's hand.

After seeing Zhang Yang methodically completing a series of movements, he put the purple clay pot on the table next to him, and the spout was facing himself. Even though he knew that the two of them might not understand this tea ceremony etiquette, he did not ignore these etiquettes.

The purple clay pot was placed on the table, and Xiao Ming hurriedly went to get it. He wanted to determine whether this purple clay pot was a magic weapon, so as to confirm a guess in his heart.

"How could it be, why just an ordinary teapot. After he looked closely, his heart was a little unsettled. He looked at Zhang Yang in surprise, and a thunderbolt flashed in his heart like a calm sea at this time.

"Why can't you make an ordinary teapot?" Zhang Yang smiled and was calm. This is the mentality that everyone on the earth should have when facing the tea ceremony, and there are still some tea ceremony lovers on the earth, who bathe in incense before showing the tea art.

"Why didn't it melt and didn't explode?" Xiao Ming was even more puzzled.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing. Smelling the fragrance emanating from the teacup is refreshing. After removing the tea leaves, pick up the clip and make the tea cups and pour three cups each.

The tea soup is slightly red, like agate, which makes people want to take a sip.

Finally, he drank the tea and was silent for a long time in the graceful aroma of tea. As for the man surnamed Han, he still has the leisure to drink tea at this time. But Zhang Yang has already given him a good time, and he doesn't seem very polite if he doesn't drink it.

As soon as the tea was drunk, it unconsciously swirled on his tongue, and the spiritual water turned into aura, bringing the fragrance of tea into his body.

A cup of tea made his somewhat complicated mood suddenly feel a lot better, and looking at the tea still in another small teapot, he actually had an urge to drink them all.

As for Xiao Ming, he drank the tea in the tea cup out of curiosity. He was really curious about what kind of tea soup could be brewed by Zhang Yang's method of making tea.

At the entrance of the tea, the aura filled his mouth, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. The overflowing fragrance of tea was about to disperse, and he closed his mouth tightly, constantly reminiscing in the fragrance of tea.

How could he not have imagined that Zhang Yang's nondescript method of making tea would make the tea soup so delicious. At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered the scene when Zhang Yang was refining Danfeng that day.

He gently remembered that Zhang Yang used a flame to bake the Dan furnace before alchemy. At that time, all the disciples of Danfeng thought that he was going to melt the Dan furnace.

He was watching from the sidelines, and when he heard everyone talk like this, his heart still hurt a little. After all, even if the quality of the Dan furnace is not high, it has a strong meaning for him.

He was born destined to not go too far on the Dan Road, but he has been persevering. All this is for the original owner of the Nadan furnace.

He looked at Zhang Yang, and then lowered his head in embarrassment. "It turns out that this guy has been teaching me since the first day of fighting, but I am so ignorant. ”

After the aftertaste, Zhang Yang distributes the remaining tea one by one.

This time, the two of them were no longer the same as before, but began to savor the beauty of this tea. The way they drink tea is wonderful, as if they are drinking the last drop of tea, how delicious it is.

In the end, the two put down their cups and looked at Zhang Yang expectantly, but found that the tea set on the table had been taken away at some point.

"Hey, the craftsmanship has regressed, this tea soup is a little unpalatable, don't mind. Zhang Yang said, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, the two of them suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "What are you talking about, it's still unpleasant? What does it look like? ”

Fortunately, there were no familiar people around at this time, otherwise they would have been dumbfounded. The way this thing looks now is different from the past, could it be that he vented his conscience and was worried about being struck by lightning?

"Back then, at the tea ceremony, I competed with more than 1,000 people, and in the end I could only get a consolation prize. He seemed to be caught up in the memories and sighed with some emotion.

"It's a shame that I haven't been able to attend an event like that since that time. His words grew deeper and then faded away, and his expression became very lonely.

The two people on the side, looking at him like this, raised their eyebrows unconsciously.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang doesn't have to sigh, this tea is the best tea I've ever drunk in my life. The man surnamed Han stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and his words were very sincere.

Hearing these words, Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at the other party, and the smile on his face was very reluctant. Continue to fall into loss and distraction.

"I don't know how your tea soup came out, and the way you make tea is really weird, but I have to admire you. I don't think even the rich Zhongtian people can't drink this tea soup. Xiao Ming spoke, and his eyes looked at Zhang Yang a little strangely.

If he is a woman, he looks at Zhang Yang like this, but he is an out-and-out man.

Everyone was silent, but Zhang Yang felt a little proud in his heart at this time.

As for what he said before, he hadn't experienced it. The emotions that flowed out were just thoughts of the sadness of the past wanderings.

Tea ceremony, he can only say that he understands the fur, which is what he saw on the boring video of his previous life. As for the competition, it was only what he saw in the school tea art competition.

When he said those words, he clearly saw the admiration that flowed from the eyes of the two of them. It was something he hadn't gotten before.

"Senior brother, your elixir ......" After the three of them were quiet for a while, Zhang Yang seemed to return to reality from the memories of failure.

"What, is the pill refined?" Hearing Zhang Yang finally talk about the pill, the man surnamed Han was shocked, and looked at him excitedly and eagerly.

Watching the two talk about the pill, Xiao Ming somehow became a little worried about Zhang Yang. It was completely different from what he had thought, and he was unaware of this change of heart.

"Senior brother, you have to sit tight. Zhang Yang said, looking at the man surnamed Han with a smile.

For his inexplicable words, the man surnamed Han was a little confused. But he still sat up straight and put a glass of water in the glass of water, as Zhang Yang said.

When the man surnamed Han did the above things, Zhang Yang happened to take out a jade box here. As soon as this jade box appeared, a large amount of cold air emanated from it.

This cold air was cold and biting, and as soon as it appeared, Xiao Ming shivered a few times in succession.

For the box that Zhang Yang took out, the two looked at it curiously. Especially on the side of the man surnamed Han, his curious eyes were still full of anticipation.

"Smack!"

The box opened, and seven or eight pills appeared in front of the two of them. These pills were mixed together, and a black halo flowed on them, as if with some kind of magical color.

"This ...... Is this Sui Han Dan?" The man surnamed Han looked at Zhang Yang with some uncertainty, and his mood was slightly surging.