Mr. Zhao looked at the soil in Wen Yiming's hand and found that this piece of high-quality one was a bit of miscellaneous wood on the edge, hollow in the middle, and there were many moldy spots inside, which was normal. After all, it was rare to be buried in the soil for many years, so it was already rare to maintain this.

This is also the key to incense cultivation. Experts can not only distinguish spices, but also organize them with their own hands to remove impurities and retain essences. Therefore, the incense master's ability to do things is also very important.

"Why are you..."

Mr. Zhao looked at Wen Yiming and frowned. In his opinion, the other party was a little strange. There was obviously a mixed wood on the edge, so it must be removed, otherwise the burnt smell would seriously affect the process of scenting. But Wen Yiming only used a knife to clean up a small part, leaving behind the mixed wood?

But Mr. Zhao resisted and did not interrupt. He was curious why? With the other party's eyesight, it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake. Is there any other reason?

"Done!"

Wen Yiming put down the steel needle in his hand and breathed a lot. Finally, he cleaned up the moldy part of the soil. He smelled it with satisfaction, without a trace of odor, and the faint fragrance was even better than before.

He was very excited, picked up another piece of spice and became addicted to it. He obviously felt that his sense of smell was getting sharper and his scent was stronger, as if his nose was constantly evolving!

"This is……"

Mr. Zhao gently picked up the trimmed soil, put it on the nose and took a deep breath. He looked shocked, and quickly turned on the electronic incense burner, put the soil to heat it at a low temperature.

"Sure enough!"

The old man raised his head, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. He looked at Wen Yiming, who was busy working, calmly put the soil aside, pretending that nothing had happened.

Of course, Wen Yiming was unaware of it, and he was immersed in the world of fragrance, lingering and unable to extricate himself. In his eyes, every piece of spice is unique, each with its own merits, either elegant, rich, distant, or deep, like people with stories, listening quietly, which is interesting.

"Yiming, it's time to have a meal!"

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder. Wen Yiming raised his head suddenly. Old Zhao smiled and pointed to the clock, and said with a smile: "Are you hungry after all the busy morning?"

"Twelve o'clock?" Wen Yiming woke up when he saw time, stood up, touched his nose and said embarrassedly: "It made you laugh, but on a whim, I forgot!"

"Okay, go and have a meal quickly, don't hurry up, take your time!"

The more Mr. Zhao looked at Wen Yiming, the more he admired him. He was talented and hardworking. He was a good seedling. He smiled and said, "There are restaurants nearby, which are clean and hygienic, and the price is not expensive. Go!"

Wen Yiming nodded and saw Zhao Dacheng turn around and go out. There should be other dates. The future is long and we can communicate slowly in the future. Going downstairs, we found that Xie Hong was still waiting for him, and the other three beauties were there. Everyone went to the mutton soup restaurant together, which was the first time they had a dinner together.

In this way, Wen Yiming started his journey to the incense master. After a few days, everyone was very satisfied with him, especially Zhao Dacheng. Since he came, he has been freer and Wen Yiming took the initiative to take on many jobs. Although he started to be a little awkward, after the old man's guidance, he immediately became familiar with him, and could learn from one example and be full of spirituality.

"Yiming, come and sit down and chat!"

Today, Wen Yiming completed the work in his hands quickly. He heard Mr. Zhao call him, come to the sea of ​​tea to sit down, and start making tea and chatting.

The old and the young are used to this kind of getting along. Xie Hong is right. Yaxiangju is really idle! Wen Yiming has been here for a week, and no customer comes to the door, but no one is in a hurry. He is leisurely and free, and he is really not short of money.

As for Ling Yuxin, she only came here once. She simply communicated with Zhao Dacheng for a few words, then turned around and left, and she was definitely a hand-off manager!

Wen Yiming was also happy to be idle. It was a big eye-opener here. He learned a lot of knowledge with Mr. Zhao, and he had all kinds of physical objects to study. His level has improved by leaps and bounds.

"Old man, please!"

Wen Yiming skillfully brewed tea and handed it to Mr. Zhao with both hands. The old man took it and tasted it, nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad, it's progress!"

"Thanks to your careful guidance, Yiming is very grateful!"

Wen Yiming raised his glass and sincerely respected the old man opposite. After a few days, the old man took great care of him and answered him patiently as long as he had any questions. He admired Zhao Dacheng's level and character very much.

"You!" Mr. Zhao was happy and looked at Wen Yiming, and he sighed, "You kid is the most talented incense Taoist master I have ever seen! Even that girl Yu Xin felt inferior!"

The old man put down the teacup and said with a long breath: "The path of incense has been passed down for thousands of years and is profound and profound. It has gathered many masters since ancient times. Unfortunately, our descendants are not good, and the ninth grade of incense is far away!"

"Nine-grade incense?"

Wen Yiming's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Old man, is there any level of incense? "

"The incense Tao has been passed down for thousands of years and countless senior masters have been going on one after another. How can we not have a level?"

Mr. Zhao saw Yiming's excited expression, as if he had heard the master say the same thing for the first time when he was young, and proudly said: "The ninth grade of incense, one grade and one level of heaven! Since you are officially introductory, I will talk about it!"

"The first product, identify the material!" Mr. Zhao said with a serious face, "As the name suggests, it is to distinguish the material, not only agarwood, but also all other incense materials."

"For those with average talent, they can only pass the test if they have a good reputation in one to three years, and they can only pass the test if they are good at medicinal properties. This is the first grade!"

"The second product is to distinguish the fragrance! The fragrance is five flavors, including sweet, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, different degrees and different depths. It is required that you know the origin, source, grade, quality, and even the growth environment as soon as you smell it."

"Those with excellent talent usually have five to ten years, and those with average life will stop here!"

"The third grade, the fragrance! Entering this state is called entering the hall and entering the room!"

"The incense material is divided into yin and yang, cold and heat, priority, priority, monarch and ministers, and the envoys are constantly changing. The incense master relies on experience to combine incense. From treating diseases and saving people, to expelling evil spirits and avoiding evil spirits..."

"No way?" Wen Yiming couldn't help but interrupt Mr. Zhao and said in confusion: "Can Xiang Dao cure diseases and save people?"

"Nonsense!" Mr. Zhao glared at him dissatisfiedly and scolded: "What do you know? Originally, Xiangdao is a Chinese medicine doctor. Have you ever heard of looking, listening, asking and touching?"

Wen Yiming nodded quickly, and Mr. Zhao's expression calmed down and continued: "The so-called "looking, listening, asking and touching" are not just four major steps for traditional Chinese medicine to diagnose diseases, but in my opinion they represent four realms that represent the level of a doctor!"

"The first level is to look, what is look? Look at the air! Have you learned from Bian Que to meet Duke Huan of Cai? How do you think the miracle doctor knew that the emperor was sick?"

Wen Yiming was solemn and shocked. Today, it was really eye-opening. Bian Que saw that Duke Huan of Cai was a compulsory primary school textbook, and anyone could recite a few sentences. Thinking about it, it was indeed very meaningful. Bian Que just glanced at Duke Huan of Cai from a distance and knew that the other party was sick. He could also confirm the progress of the disease every time. Isn’t this awesome?
Chapter completed!