"Xiao Yun, you should follow the big boss and tell me, why is this called Ganlu Peak!" Dugu Mei nodded to the woman in red. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes!" Xiao Yun agreed, and told the wind in vain.

Xiao Yun is articulate, the wind is not in vain and also listened to eight or nine not far from ten, it turns out that there were many temples here before, among which there is a monk who has attained the Tao, called nectar. Master Manna loves to grow tea, so he searched for the best water source on this mountain. Qingshan Ganquan, the emperor does not live up, the manna master finally drilled a well, from which to draw water to irrigate the tea garden, this well was named manna well, this peak is also named manna peak...

"Is this tea also called nectar tea? Why is there no sweet smell?" the wind did not listen in vain, put the teacup close to his nose, sniffed vigorously, and asked self-righteously.

"Ha..."Dugu Mei looked at his naïve state, couldn't help laughing, deliberately sold a pass, and said: "Wait until the tea is blended, and the wind boss will know at a glance!"

"It's okay!" "The beauty is in front, and the wind is not in vain, so let it go.

"Xiao Yun, please water!" Dugu Mei sat at the table with a solemn expression on her face.

"Yes!" Xiao Yun agreed, walking over to the stove. At this moment, the water in the clay pot is steaming white, and it will not be opened. Just when Feng Bu thought that Xiao Yun was going to take water and pour tea, something unexpected happened to him, Xiao Yun actually knelt down and bowed to the stove three times, and then, she got up, took down the unopened clay pot from the stove, and carefully poured the water into the copper kettle.

From beginning to end, not a single drop of water in the clay pot leaked. Xiao Yun moved lightly, held the copper kettle with a mouth length of more than one meter in her hand, flipped it over, and lifted the pot handle. In a moment, she changed nine postures in a row, and the nine columns of water sprayed out with her technique, and the streams flowed into the cup in front of Feng Buvain. Feng Bu looked at it in vain, there was no smile on his face, as if he was overwhelmed, and as if he was in thought, just staring at the fragrant tea, silent.

"Can the head of the wind guess the name of this tea now?" Dugumei's face was full of excitement, and she thought that the wind was bowing her head and thinking hard.

"Can't guess?" Dugumei seemed to be a little anxious, took the copper kettle in Xiao Yun's hand with one hand, picked up the empty cup on the table with the other, and danced in front of Feng Bu in vain. Different from the speed and dexterity pursued by Xiao Yun, Dugu Mei's body moves, and it contains endless charm, such as long-sleeved dancing, if fluttering like a fairy, between the nine styles, the water droplets that emerge from the spout are like a line, and they pour into the cup in their hands one after another, pouring just right. The charming aroma of Dugu Mei's body was mixed with the fragrance of tea, permeating the wind around him, which made him excited.

The wind is not in vain looking at the two cups of tea in front of him, the tea soup in the cup, the general green, so clear that the leaves can be counted, the jasmine flowers float on the water, it is like a little snow, but one cup is not alarmed, the snow is like snow, the other cup is still spinning, the snow seems to fall with a sound.

Dugumei put down the copper kettle and offered the cup of drifting snow in the hands of Feng Buvain. The wind is in vain to drink in small sips, the fragrance between the lips and teeth is overflowing, mellow and sweet, and there is another meaning of freshness and innocence.

"This tea, but it's called Drifting Snow?" Feng asked tentatively, putting down the teacup in vain.

"The head of the wind has good eyesight, the name of this tea is indeed called Bitan Piaoxue!" Dugumei said, picked up another cup, and took a sip.

"Although the tea is good, it can't compare to the nine styles of pouring tea like Dugu's sister Long Fei and Phoenix Dance!"

"Hee-hee.. Pour tea nine styles?Feng Zhangmen really fell in love with guessing riddles! Xiao Yun was also nine styles before, how would Feng Zhangmen name it?" Dugu Mei laughed and teased.

"If you don't do it, you can't stop it, just call it the eighteenth style of pouring tea!"

"The head of the wind guessed half of it right, each of these eighteen styles is made of dragon shape, so it is called the eighteen styles of dragon walking!" In the end, Dugu Mei revealed the mystery.

"I see, the style of the dragon is moving, the trick is galloping, and the eighteen styles of the dragon are worthy of the name!"

"Phew, who would believe you with the benefit of hindsight!" Although Dugumei took a sip, her heart was extremely comfortable.