Zhang Yun sat alone in a private room on the second floor of the Yixing Hotel. He asked the waiter to bring him a Kung Fu tea set, took out a water bag from the Broken World space, which contained spring water taken from the mountain spring a few days ago, and took out another
The fragrant tea obtained from King Shangmen's success: in the misty clouds.
Anyone who is proficient in tea ceremony knows that if a good cup of fragrant tea is to be brewed with its own characteristics, two factors must be present: the tea making utensils and the tea water, both of which must be carefully selected and both are indispensable.
The quality of tea sets is best with pottery, followed by porcelain and glass tea sets. Yixing's purple clay teapots are famous for this reason. The water used for making tea is dew first, mountain spring water second, well water and snow water second.
Because the guests who can come to the hotel for consumption are very expensive, most people like to bring their own tea, and occasionally elegant people will bring their own water, so the tea set provided by the restaurant is also a set of high-quality Yixing purple clay tea sets, neatly placed on the
On an exquisite mahogany tray, Zhang Yun could not help but nod.
Pour the spring water into a delicate and small copper pot, gently lift it up and place it on a small alcohol lamp, and wait quietly...
The so-called Kung Fu tea refers to Kung Fu and Xin Xing, and taste is what you drink. In life, bold men in the north often like to make tea in a big cup and drink it all in one gulp. People who claim to be refined often call it "cow tea", but in fact they don't feel guilty when talking.
Too cliche.
Zhang Yun waited for the water to boil, took off the copper pot, and started brewing leisurely according to the steps of Kung Fu tea.
First wash the tea set with boiling water, then use a tea shovel to take out an appropriate amount of tea leaves and put them into the purple clay pot. Slowly pour the water into it. Generally, the first tea is not suitable for drinking, so you choose to wash it with water to remove dust and residue left during picking.
Sweat stains underneath.
But the best immortal products like those in the mist cannot be wasted at will. Zhang Yun took the four teacups that had been washed in advance and arranged them neatly in a row. Guan Gong patrolled the city, and Han Xing completed the two tactics of ordering troops in one go and quickly took them.
Four scent cups are placed on top of the teacup.
At this time, the door of the private room opened with a creak, and a young and handsome young man walked in, it was Liu Rufeng.
"It's better to come early than to come early! Brother Liu has just brewed the fragrant tea and arrived." Zhang Yun laughed and hurriedly stood up to give up his seat.
His eyes looked behind Rufeng, and then he couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment, and he quickly sat down and handed over a cup of tea.
His every move has been watched carefully by Rufeng, who rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, do you have any guests?"
Zhang Yun quickly blushed and said slightly embarrassed, "No, I thought Brother Liu was bringing friends over!"
"Second Senior Brother has something to do and can't come. My sister... also stayed at the door this time and has other plans. I wonder if Brother Zhang misses my sister?" Rufeng laughed secretly in her heart when she saw his embarrassment, and suddenly the conversation changed.
Then he started teasing him.
When Zhang Yun revealed his thoughts, his face could not help but feel hot, but a hint of disappointment arose in his heart. He quickly coughed and explained: "No...it's nothing. Sister Ling and I just have a relationship."
Just ordinary friends!"
Rufeng also knew that it was time to stop. He smiled slightly and said: "It's just a joke. Brother Zhang, don't mind. In fact, my sister always talks about Brother Zhang to me..."
Zhang Yun couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly changed the topic: "Brother Liu, the tea is getting cold, please!"
The two then took off the scent cups, placed them gently on the tip of their noses, closed their eyes slightly and started sniffing gently.
After a long while, Rufeng sighed softly and said: "What a wonderful time in the misty clouds. The tea is just as its name suggests, and the fragrance of the tea is just as its name suggests. Brother Zhang is really enjoying himself. You are in for a treat!"
Zhang Yun quickly poured out the herbal tea in their cups, brewed one quickly, filled two cups, and started talking while tasting.
"Who were Brother Liu and Brother Shan on the street just now?" Zhang Yun asked with a smile.
"Brother Zhang, I think it sounds so awkward to me when you call me Brother Liu! For the sake of my sister...ahem! If you stay out of sight, how about you call me Rufeng from now on, and I call you Brother Yun?"
After seeing Zhang Yun nod awkwardly, he continued: "Brother Yun must have noticed something! To be honest, we are losing those two heroes!"
"Those two are lay disciples of the Emei Buddhist Sect and have a high status in their sect. We wanted to get some information from them. We spent more than a month planning, and we finally succeeded today." Rufeng suddenly paused at this point.
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Zhang Yun knew the secrets involved in his sect, so he didn't continue to ask any more questions, and the two slowly started to drink tea again.
Rufeng suddenly smiled and said boldly: "Brother Yun, this tea is too weak. The local Wuliangye is world-famous and a rare fine wine. How about we drink three bottles?"
Zhang Yun quickly stood up and cheered, so the two of them called the waiter and ordered a table of delicious Sichuan dishes. They also ordered two bottles of Wuliangye, one for each person, and started drinking by themselves.
Zhang Yun has been alone since he came out of the mountain. Apart from being hunted, he would practice martial arts in seclusion. If he had to be friends, they could only be friends with Rufeng and Ruxia, although he didn't like what they did.
, but they are both magnanimous and sincere, especially Ruxia who is passionately devoted to her, how can they not make people feel emotional!
Thus, for the first time, he let go of the shackles in his heart and completely immersed himself in the warm friendship.
Soon two bottles of Wuliangye entered their stomachs. Both of them were staggering and drunk, so they ordered two more bottles and continued to drink.
After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, Rufeng changed the subject and suddenly asked about Zhang Yun's itinerary.
Zhang Yun did not hide anything and told everything about his intention to defect to the Zhengyi Sect.
Rufeng suddenly proposed to go with him, saying that the tasks arranged by his sect this year have been completed long ago, and the sect does not prohibit disciples from joining other sects... Nowadays, there is no progress in cultivation, and he wants to enter a famous sect to experience...
Zhang Yun firmly disagreed at first, but then he became confused after drinking, and he didn't know why he agreed...
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The next day, around three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yun woke up slowly. The first thing he felt was a splitting headache and a dry mouth. He couldn't help but feel startled. He got up and found himself on the bed, sleeping with his clothes on.
Breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly touched the storage bag on his waist and found that nothing was missing, so he felt relieved. Although he had a huge multi-functional mobile warehouse in Broken World Space, if the monk didn't have a storage bag on his waist,
That way it's easy for people to spot the flaw.
Zhang Yun patted his head, smiled bitterly, and thought to himself: "It's really a waste of money!"
Suddenly the door creaked and opened from the outside. Rufeng's slightly thin figure appeared in front of him, holding a teacup in his hand and saying with a smile: "Brother Yun, are you awake? Have a drink to sober up.
Let’s sober up the tea and sober up, and after lunch it’s time for us to set off.”
Zhang Yun mechanically took the tea cup and murmured: "Let's go, you and me?"
Rufeng suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Brother Yun, you have forgotten. Yesterday, you promised to take me to join the Zhengyi Sect. You are just a puppy if you don't keep your word."
"Oh... It seems that there is such a thing, but you have to promise me not to cause trouble." Zhang Yun touched his head and said while recalling.
"Brother Yun, you are so kind. I knew you would agree to this!" Rufeng suddenly assumed the posture of a little daughter, which made Zhang Yun, who was not clear-headed, bewildered and almost mistook her for Ruxia, and hurriedly
He shook his head vigorously and drank the sobering tea in his hand.
The two of them were not in a hurry. They each stepped on a flying sword and spirit treasure, chatting and admiring the beautiful scenery under their feet. I don’t know why Zhang Yun always felt that Rufeng was around him, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy!
…
In the early morning of the next day, the two of them ate something casually, followed the direction they had inquired about, released the spirit treasure, and flew outside the gate of the Zhengyi Sect before the clouds fell.
The Zhengyi Sect Gate is built in the center of Chengdu, with a radius of several miles. The house is simple in shape. There are two big characters written on a tall and imposing gatehouse: Zhengyi; behind the gatehouse is a majestic Taoist temple, above the Taoist temple hall.
It enshrines a stone statue more than five meters high with a ferocious face. The stone statue was carved by none other than Zhang Tianshi.
As soon as the two of them crossed the gatehouse, a disciple immediately came out to ask. Hearing that they were here to join the sect, one person led them around the main hall and walked towards the back, arriving at a side door with the words "Trial of Souls" written on the door.
In the hall, he left on his own.
The two of them saw that there were already more than a dozen disciples waiting in line in the hall. An old man in front of the line half-squinted his eyes and leaned lazily on the back of his chair. On a small square table in front of him were the Four Treasures of the Study.
There was a round stone as big as a plate placed in front of the old man's table. The stone was as transparent as crystal. It was obvious at first glance that it was not an extraordinary object. The old man seemed to be awakened by the movement of Zhang Yun and his two men, and glared at them fiercely.
He said weakly: "Next, press your right hand on this stone and input the spiritual power."
Zhang Yun quickly pulled Rufeng to line up, and when he looked carefully, he saw the young man at the top of the line with a happy face, it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
The young man stepped forward in three or two steps and pressed his right hand on the stone. Suddenly a layer of light yellow light flashed on the stone, and then the old man's voice sounded: "Tululinggen, early Juyuan Intermediate Level, OK, pass! Name? Age?
?..."
The old man finished recording slowly, and said feebly: "Next, press your right hand on..."
"Water Spirit Root, advanced level in the early stage of Juyuan, not bad, passed the test! Name?..."
When Zhang Yun saw this, he quickly turned around and asked Rufeng in a low voice: "What is that stone?"
"The test spirit stone can test the monk's spiritual root attributes and cultivation realm. Each realm is divided into elementary, middle and advanced levels. Only famous sects have it. It is said that this stone is handed down from the upper world, and the condensation liquid
Monks of level 1 and below are unable to hide from it, it is truly a rare treasure of the Immortal Family!" Rufeng replied with a smile.
When Zhang Yun heard this, he couldn't help but think: "My Holy Spirit's root attribute will not be exposed, right? If that happens, it is better to give up!..."