The ancient road was filled with wind and snow, and these misty white snowflakes did not fall from the sky, but were picked up by the wind. Blown by the wind, these snowflakes swirled in the air, dancing aimlessly. Because of these Blocked by the wind and snow, the road in front of the ancient road became hazy, and only the scenery dozens of meters away could be seen, while the scenery further away was all submerged in the vastness.
Zhao Zheng went on the road alone, with only a pot of wine and a sword to accompany him. The sound of horse hooves under his crotch was heard, leaving a long string of horse hoof prints on the ancient road. It won't take long for these horse hoof prints to be covered by the wind and snow. No trace at all.
The snow in front of him reminded him of his battle with the Thousand Faces Actor last year. The battle was so dangerous that he almost lost his life, but in the end he had a near miss and no mistakes.
He also doesn’t know what is happening to his sister who fought alongside him at that time.
The silhouette of Shen Luoxia flashed in his mind. This silhouette was not only beautiful, but also made him feel warmer. It is a good thing for people to have concerns in their hearts. If there is no concern, it will become empty and lonely.
At this time, he was walking on the road to the south. He had just left Lianghe County for a few days. Before leaving, he parted ways with Xuan Mie and Xu Hong, and continued southward, while Xuan Mie and Xu Hong headed east, heading to The famous mountain and ancient temple Hengshan Sect.
While he was staying in Lianghe County, he purchased a wood carving work by Lu Gong from elsewhere, called Tiger Roaring Hill. The carving was of a majestic tiger. Judging from the materials used and the carving skills, This piece of work is far inferior to Qiongloumuyu, but it can only be made do.
He had thought about stealing or robbing Qionglou Wooden Buildings from Mo Yunzi many times, and he had thought of several good ideas, but due to the high risk, he still did not take the risk to implement them. For a piece of wood carving, it was really too much. Not worth it.
The reason why he tried so hard to buy the wood carving was because it was the key, or in other words, the starting point to capture the Zichu Sword.
The emergence of the Zichu Sword was very tortuous, and it was even more difficult to obtain it. Even if he knew the specific process, he could not guarantee that he would be able to get it 100%. The difficulty of obtaining the Zichu Sword was far greater than that of obtaining the "Zichu Sword". "Nine Meridians and Six Yuan Jing". To capture the latter, you only need to deal with one person, but to capture the former, you need to deal with many, many people, and each of these people is more difficult to deal with.
Seizing the Zichu Sword is equivalent to jumping into a colosseum and fighting for food from a group of hungry tigers. If you are not careful, not only will you not gain anything, but you will get caught in it.
In this process, the first step is to obtain a fine wood carving, and the second step is to obtain a bottle of Jiuniang Spring Wine produced in Gujing Town. These two things seem unrelated at the moment, but when the time comes , will naturally be of great use.
Qishimen, which produces exquisite stones, Gujing Town, which is rich in fine wine, and craftsmen who are good at making hidden weapons... these places are all on the same route, and you can reach them one by one as long as you continue to go south.
A wisp of smoke rises from the misty flat ground. A firewood is lit where the smoke begins. The light of the fire is particularly eye-catching among the snowflakes. Where the smoke ends, it rises towards the sky and becomes lighter and fainter.
Zhao Zheng noticed this light and slowed down. He first looked at the dusk hidden behind the clouds in the sky, then touched his flat belly and found that it was already noon.
Now is the time to eat, and there must be passers-by lighting a fire to cook in the light of the fire in front, otherwise no one would light a fire in broad daylight.
Most people who are on the road will choose to eat dry food at noon to make ends meet. Only a few people who are picky about food will light a fire to cook on the road. Such people are either greedy foodies or rich people from well-off families.
Zhao Zheng didn't pay much attention to the person who started the fire, and continued to ride forward, intending to find a place with leeward to eat something. When he got close to the fire, he glanced at the group of people intentionally or unintentionally.
There are only four people in this team, all dressed as servants, two men and two women. The owner of the team is not among the crowd, maybe he stayed in the carriage. They have two carriages. At this time
The carriages were stretched across the road, using their carriages to block the wind and snow.
Four servants were busy around the fire. They set up a large copper kettle on the fire and placed a table and tea drinking utensils next to it.
The water in the pot has boiled, and hot white gas is spraying from the mouth of the pot, accompanied by a sharp buzzing sound.
Zhao Zheng glanced at the table and found that there was no food on the table. Instead, there was a cylindrical brocade box. He didn't know what was inside. It seemed that these people were not boiling water for cooking, but for cooking.
Other things. He was curious, pulled the reins, slowed down, and wanted to see what medicine these people were selling in their gourds.
A male servant picked up the large kettle, poured hot water into a much smaller white porcelain teapot, opened the lid of the pot, and let in the hot air. Under the blowing of the cold wind, the temperature of the water in the teapot gradually dropped.
The servant seemed to need warm water, not boiling water, and was waiting silently for the water temperature to drop.
The servants had long noticed Zhao Zheng who was lingering around. The two male servants did not want to cause more trouble and ignored Zhao Zheng. Only a female servant aged sixteen or seventeen had a simple exchange with Zhao Zheng.
The maid didn't speak, she just made two gestures, one pointed at the carriage, and the other gestured towards the road ahead.
Zhao Zheng thought for a while and roughly understood what the maid meant. The maid was urging him to leave quickly and not to stay, so as not to offend her master. It is estimated that her master did not like to be disturbed. He smiled and nodded at the maid,
Not asking for trouble, he rode away from the group of people.
After the water had cooled down a bit, the maid who had previously gestured to Zhao Zheng picked up the white porcelain teapot and poured a little into a teacup. Then she put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, put the teacup against her skin, and felt the temperature of the water. She felt
After a while, he nodded and poured the water on the ground. The hot water melted a small piece of snow.
Another servant grabbed the long brocade box and twisted it open. It turned out that it contained many long strips of Longjing tea. As soon as the lid was opened, a scent of tea came out, and the fragrance was fragrant. The servant put an appropriate amount of tea leaves into the box.
Pour into a tea cup and set aside.
The previous maid poured water into the teacup again, first one-third of the way, then slowed down, carefully controlled the water flow, and let the hot water pour on the wall of the cup, surrounding it and slowly pouring into the teacup. This brewing method
It can bring out the aroma and flavor of Longjing tea to the maximum extent.
As the hot water continued to be poured into the cup, some snowflakes also floated into the cup and melted into the tea.
The maid made the tea, put the teacup on the plate, and carried it to the carriage smoothly. She greeted the owner of the carriage and said, "please have tea." The curtains of the carriage opened, and a man's palm stretched out.
I came out, grabbed the teacup, and took a sip.
"What happened to the tea these past two days? It always tastes wrong." The man in the carriage was very unhappy and poured the hot tea out of the window. The tea fell on the maid, and part of it burned her.
The maid screamed, shook her hands repeatedly, and wiped off the tea with thick clothes, but she was still burned and hurt.
"Master, this slave has been making tea according to your previous instructions these days. There is no problem with the water temperature or the technique." The maid reluctantly explained.
"Then you mean there's something wrong with my tongue?"
"I don't dare, slave."
"Hmph, if there is nothing wrong, how come the taste of the tea is wrong? It must be because you are careless and did not find the problem." The man in the carriage opened the door and walked out proudly. He had a stern look on his face and a handle hanging on his back.
The decorated dark blue sword actually belonged to Mo Yunzi who participated in the auction a few days ago and bought Qionglou Muyu at a low price!
Zhao Zheng did not go far and clearly heard Mo Yunzi's voice. He was surprised, reined in the reins, and looked back.
Mo Yunzi walked to the table with a cold face, first checked the water temperature, then made a cup of tea himself and took a sip. The four servants were worried about being punished and watched tremblingly as Mo Yunzi put the tea into his mouth.
"Eh? Why do I still have some problems when I make tea by myself? Could it be that the problem lies in the tea leaves? No, those tea leaves were fine a few days ago, how could something suddenly go wrong?" Mo Yunzi frowned, shaking the teacup, looking for
Here is the problem. Snowflakes were wrapped in the cold wind and fell into the tea from time to time. When he saw the snowflakes, he suddenly realized, "I understand, the snowflakes must have fallen into the tea and affected the taste of the tea."
The four servants looked at each other in astonishment. Who would have thought that a few snowflakes could interfere with the taste of tea? Besides, ordinary people's tongues would never be so tricky, not even letting go of such subtle differences.
"The next time you make tea, make it in the carriage to prevent snowflakes from falling into the tea and making the tea dirty." Mo Yunzi knocked the tea cup heavily on the table and walked to the carriage with a puff of sleeves. "I am not in the mood to drink tea today.
You guys pack your things and we'll set off."
"Yes." All the servants agreed in unison and got busy again. Two of them were responsible for clearing the table, and two were responsible for putting out the fire with the white snow on the roadside.
The injuries of the maid who was scalded by hot water became more and more obvious. First there was redness and swelling, and then blisters appeared. The maid cried out in pain, but she did not dare to make too much noise and wiped her tears silently. The other three servants were afraid
Mo Yunzi was offended, so he didn't dare to say anything to comfort the maid, so he just pretended that he didn't see anything and continued to do the work in hand.
Zhao Zheng's ears and eyes were sharp and he heard and saw everything. He was very dissatisfied with Mo Yunzi's actions.
Drinking tea on the go is fine.
You can also call a servant.
But it's too bad to not treat people as human beings and pour hot water on a servant. What's more, the maid is still a young girl. This burn will probably leave scars on her that will last a lifetime.
Zhao Zheng took a deep look at the carriage and thought to himself: "You brat, you even bully a little girl. Let's see how I deal with you."
He withdrew his gaze, pulled the reins, and drove the horse forward. He could not confront Mo Yunzi head-on, so he had to choose to outsmart him. Among the several ideas he had thought of before, one of them happened to be suitable for use on this road. He had not thought of it before.
