Although it looks very ordinary, it is completely different in Qin Muran's eyes.

Nangong Zheng controlled the tea leaves in the pot with such a natural movement, and apart from his thorough control of the energy, he could not get through.

Even Qin Muran asked himself that he could use his energy to move the tea leaves in the pot into the purple clay pot, but he would never be as relaxed as Nangong Zheng.

At this moment, Qin Muran finally understood why his grandfather Qin Weiguo brought him to see him.

Such a powerful man lives in seclusion in Cuiping Mountain, if he is let go, it will be vain.

"Haha, I can't ask for it. After drinking Mr. Nangong's tea and drinking my special offer on the old Wuyi tree, it really feels like a big difference!"

Qin Weiguo smiled. I have to say that Nangong Zheng’s tea is different from the tea he has ever drunk in his life. The fragrance and taste are the only ones in the world.

"Then drink more today and take some back then."

Nangong Zheng said.

"Okay!"

Qin Weiguo did not look like a No. 2 boss in Xia at this time, and he was so happy on his face.

Seeing Qin Weiguo like this, even Qin Muran couldn't help but roll his eyes. Grandpa, we have to have some moral integrity.

But at this time, Qin Muran knew what he had done without integrity in the eyes of those people on weekdays, and why did this thing have hereditary? Wouldn't it be... all his uncle and third uncle have it?

When Qin Muran thought of the serious uncle who showed such a look on weekdays, he couldn't control himself.

"What do you think? It's so happy!"

Qin Weiguo noticed Qin Muran's expression beside him and asked.

"Ahem... nothing..."

Qin Muran shook his head quickly. Of course he couldn't say what he was thinking, otherwise Qin Muran would have reason to believe that his grandfather would chase him with a hatchet at the door.

"Come on, sit down, Mr. Nangong's tea leaves are the best in the world. You are considered a blessing today!"

Qin Weiguo spoke seriously to Qin Muran.

"oh!"

Qin Muran was urged by his grandfather so he could only sit obediently on the cushion beside him.

Although this place is built with thatched huts, for some reason, the room is not cold, but is warmer than outside.

Nangong Zheng lifted the boiled water on the pile of firewood, first burned the outer wall of the purple clay teapot, and then poured the boiling water into the purple clay teapot.

The green tea leaves are soaked in boiling water and rotate up and down. Nangong Zheng covered the lid of the purple clay pot. The green tea soup flowed out along the mouth of the teapot, warming the tea cup, then poured it out, soaking boiling water, and pouring it into the small purple clay cup.

“Try it.”

Nangong Zheng pointed with one hand and signaled Qin Weiguo and Qin Muran to have tea.

"Okay!"

Qin Weiguo picked up the cup and drank the tea soup in the small purple clay cup in one go.

"Tsk tsk...scent!"

Qin Weiguo slammed his lips and said with emotion.

Qin Muran also picked up the cup and sipped it. When the hot tea soup poured into his mouth, Qin Muran's whole expression changed.

This smell... Qin Muran's eyes widened.

He thought he had drunk a lot of good tea, but the tea fried by Nangong Zheng was completely different from the tea he had drunk.

The tea soup was very clear when it entered the mouth. When the tea soup poured into the abdomen along the throat, Qin Muran could feel a warm current rushing throughout his body.

The tea soup was a little bitter at first, but the taste was sweet. The point is that the fragrance not only filled the mouth, but also the nose and abdominal cavity were filled with a strong fragrance of tea.

It's amazing, it's so amazing, no wonder my grandfather couldn't help but want this kind of tea.

"How about it!"

Qin Weiguo asked as Qin Muran, who was immersed in the fragrance of tea.

"Good tea!"

Qin Muran's voice was very small, afraid that the sound he made would be louder, and the tea fragrance in his mouth would disappear before he could taste it.

“Now, there are really fewer and fewer young people who like to drink tea.”

Nangong Zheng looked at Qin Muran like this, and even knew that Qin Muran was also a good tea person.

"Tea is a good thing. It absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and accounts for all the five elements and eight trigrams."

"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, which one does not occupy? It is watered by rain, born from the soil, branched and leaves on the tea tree, and then fryed in a pot, and suffered from the torment of the world."

"The wind blows, sun, rain, and finally stir-fry in iron pan and soaks in boiling water, so that it can produce its own unique fragrance."

"People today, because of the irritability of the world, without the calm heart, tea itself suffers a lot, and this brings its unique fragrance to our mouths. Only by suffering first can we recover the sweetness."

Nangong Zheng looked at the teacup in his hand and said lightly.

"First, the bitterness will be restored to the sweetness..."

Qin Muran murmured as he savored the remaining tea fragrance in his mouth.

"Mr. Nangong, you can see it thoroughly! It seems that if I have time, I will find a deep mountain forest to escape the world and be an idle person in the mountains. Isn't that great!"

Qin Weiguo said with a smile.

"Old Qin, you can't rest because your heart is not as burdened as me. You have a country in your heart and you can't be selfless."

Nangong Zheng saw it very thoroughly and clicked it out.

"Yes, I've worked hard all my life, and I can't just retire just by wanting to retire."

Qin Weiguo sighed.

"You came here with this little baby today, not just to come and have a heart-to-heart talk!"

Nangong Zheng looked at Qin Weiguo, put down the teacup in his hand and asked.

"Hehe, it's still Mr. Nangong who knows me."

Qin Weiguo smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Nangong still remember what you said to me twenty years ago?"

Qin Weiguo asked.

"Remember, I said, I can promise you a request."

Nangong Zheng nodded.

"Yes, so now I have something I want you to help."

Qin Weiguo nodded and said.

"What's the matter? It's about him?"

Nangong asked, looking at Qin Muran sitting beside him.

"Yes, it has something to do with my grandson. I hope you can take action to treat his illness."

Qin Weiguo said seriously.

"What disease?"

"Battlefield syndrome, his killing heart is too strong. As his strength is getting higher and higher, I am afraid that one day, he will not be able to control himself and become a murderer!"

When Qin Weiguo thought of this, his face was full of worry.

"Battlefield syndrome? Because of killing too many people?"

Nangong Zheng frowned slightly and asked.

"yes!"

"Okay, you give him to me and I'll help him with treatment!"

Nangong Zheng thought for a while, but finally nodded and agreed.

"Then Mr. Nangong!"

Qin Weiguo heard Nangong Zheng agreeing and a smile appeared on his face.

He was so worried that Nangong Zheng would refuse just now. After all, it was almost impossible to ask Nangong Zheng to take action, especially after he chose to live in seclusion.

"Boy, come with me later! As for the effect, it depends on your own luck!"

Nangong Zheng glanced at Qin Muran and said lightly.

"yes!"
Chapter completed!