"Then I'm not polite." Master Wu picked up the tea with a smile.

"Well, good tea." After taking a sip, Master Wu exclaimed repeatedly.

Lin Yun also picked up the tea.

After drinking the tea soup, Lin Yun also felt a heat flow irrigating his whole body, as if every cell in the body was relaxed and his brain felt enlightened.

Lin Yun has also drunk a lot of good tea before, but has never drunk such a great tea!

The old man Dong Jian smiled and said, "Old Wu, you are a coincidence. I haven't made such a good tea for a long time. This batch of tea is definitely a treasure!"

"Haha, the tea that you can keep is not bad. You are paranoid in your work, not to mention that tea is another lifeline outside of your swordsmanship. Tea that you are not satisfied with has long been lost by you." Master Wu said with a smile.

"Good tea not only requires extremely high requirements for soil and climate, but also requires extremely high requirements for rainfall, weather, light, day and night temperature difference environment, etc. If you want to achieve perfection in every ring, you can't find it." Dong Jian said.

Dong Jian continued: "Even if all this is achieved, stir-frying tea is very important. Anyone who is not accurate in the heat will ruin the tea. What I pursue is perfection. If there is a little bit of difference, I will abandon it, even if I put in more effort for it before."

"The many teas you throw away are already the best among teas. Even if there is a little flaw, it will be so popular when you take them out. Unfortunately, you have to throw them away. Even if you give them to me, I don't mind those teas, which are not perfect enough." Master Wu sighed.

"Old Wu, it's not that I'm stingy and unwilling to give you. As long as there is a link of tea that comes from my hands, I won't let it be drunk and it must be destroyed! The tea I fry this time is that every link meets the standards in my heart. I'll give you some when you leave." Dong Jian said.

"Haha, then I'll thank you first." Master Wu said with a smile.

When Lin Yun heard their chat, he was a little shocked by this senior Dong Jian.

Its paranoia and pursuit of perfection surprised Lin Yun.

He was able to pursue perfection so paranoidly in tea. Lin Yun believed that it would be not easy for him to study kendo for hundreds of thousands of years!

"Old Wu, if you just want to come and reminisce about the past with me, you will only come alone. This time, you will bring this little brother named Lin Yun to my place. I guess... is there something wrong?" Dong Jian looked at Lin Yun with a smile on his face.

"Brother Dong, I mainly come to reminisce about the past with you. Of course, there is something I have to bring Lin Yun and Lin Yun here. Lin Yun is a sword practitioner, so I want to trouble Brother Dong to give me some advice." said Master Wu.

When the old man Dong Jian heard this, the smile on his face suddenly stopped.

"Old Wu, you know that I usually don't accept disciples. Over the years, there have been many people who want to join my disciples, and even some big families and big forces have sent sword-practice talents from the disciples. I have rejected them all if they want to become disciples." Dong Jian said solemnly.

Dong Jian continued: "For me, I have to spend enough time to study by myself and grow tea. I don't have that much time to teach others, nor do I want to waste my energy. Moreover, I also like Qingjing. So far, I have accepted four disciples in total, and now I only have Xiao Nuo, a disciple by my side."

If Dong Jian was willing to open the mountain gate to recruit disciples, there would have been many people here long ago.

"Haha, how could I not know this? Brother Dong, you may have misunderstood what I mean. I didn't want you to accept him as your disciple, just take advantage of the day today and give him some advice." Master Wu said with a smile.

"A day of guidance will not have much effect. You know what I do, either don't do it or do it well. Let me just give some advice. This is not in line with my style." Dong Jian said.

"This..." Master Wu smiled awkwardly.

Dong Jian poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said slowly: "Old Wu, you and I are old friends. Since you are here, I can't help but give you face. Let me give you this, let my disciple Xiaonuo give him some advice on swordsmanship."

"Xiao Nuo?" Master Wu was stunned.

Even Lin Yun was stunned, although Lin Yun was quite looking forward to letting Senior Dong Jian give advice.

But let such an apprentice of the same generation as Lin Yun give guidance to Lin Yun...
Chapter completed!