Eight hundred and thirtieth eight chapters of the king's hobby
At first, several wealthy families, in order to be fashionable, and their families pooled a large amount of money to hold a tea art competition and invited top tea masters from all over the world to participate.
Whoever can win will win an astronomical sum of money.
Under the temptation of huge bonuses, countless top tea ceremony masters flocked to the place.
The competition was truly exciting, with tea ceremony masters from all walks of life showing off their talents, making people truly enjoy a tea ceremony feast.
The final winner of the championship was an old man who was over sixty years old. His ancestors were passed down to six generations, and each generation was a top tea master.
It is said that the old man's ancestors once served as personal tea ceremony masters for the emperor of a certain dynasty, which shows his accomplishments.
And the old man's victory in one fell swoop did not arouse anyone's dissatisfaction or controversy, because his skills were so profound that he could not find any flaws at all.
Even Zhang Beikai, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old and thought about eating, drinking and having fun all day long, was dumbfounded.
Later, the family spent a lot of money to let the old tea artist personally teach Zhang Beikai the tea ceremony for three days.
Zhang Beikai also studied more seriously. After three days, although his tea ceremony skills certainly did not improve by leaps and bounds, his knowledge of tea ceremony was far beyond ordinary people.
At least he could accurately judge who was a show-off, who was an expert, and whose tea ceremony reached what level.
He was fascinated by the tea ceremony at first, but the reason why he chose to give up in the end was that he believed that the old man's tea ceremony skills had reached a state of perfection.
Just the skill of pouring tea with one hand needs to be tempered and polished for ten or twenty years. Zhang Beikai thinks that he is just an ordinary person and definitely does not have that kind of talent.
And even if he had that talent, he would definitely not be happy if it took him decades to learn how to pour tea.
The old man also became the ceiling of the tea ceremony in Zhang Beikai's eyes.
He also met some tea ceremony masters later on, but compared with that old man, the gap was not even close.
However, today, Zhang Beikai was surprised to find that the beautiful woman in front of him, whose age was unclear, actually showed a tea ceremony skill that was far beyond his knowledge.
The whole process, from turning the cup to pouring the tea, every detail looks far superior to that old man who looked like a ceiling in Zhang Beikai's eyes!
"No, no, no, the ninth level of tea ceremony is not as good as yours. You are simply...just..."
Zhang Beikai no longer knew what words to use to describe his emotions at this time.
"Making tea is just making tea, as long as you pay attention, why should there be levels?"
Qingyu smiled and handed a cup of tea to Zhang Beikai, "Have a try."
Zhang Beikai held the bottom of the tea cup with three fingers, brought his nose close and sniffed gently, and then carefully brought the rim of the cup close to his lips.
A stream of warm tea soup flowed into his mouth, and the whole mouth was instantly filled with fragrance. Secondly, the aroma of tea. The most important thing was that Zhang Beikai felt a very special emotion in this sip of tea soup!
This emotion is like a whisper, like a loud voice, like the fragrance of orchids in the empty valley, and like thousands of troops overwhelming the sea!
Zhang Beikai was so excited that he couldn't describe it. Many poems of praise flashed through his mind, and he had no idea how to express his mood at this time.
"Fuck!"
Finally, he suddenly yelled. He couldn't think of any other more suitable adjectives to describe this situation, this situation, and his feelings except "Fuck".
Although Zhou Ahu and Long Xiaoman were not as able to see as many things as Zhang Beikai, when they took the tea into their mouths, they still felt that this tea was completely different from what they had tasted before.
Aside from the intoxicating aroma of tea, what's even more amazing is that when the tea soup entered their mouths, they each felt a very strange emotion.
“Damn, that’s great tea!”
Zhou Ahu slapped the table hard. He, who was also uneducated, could only express his mood at this moment with "Fuck".
"I opened this teahouse myself. Why didn't I know there was such good tea? Damn it, call the manager over right away!"
Zhou Ahu was very angry. He didn't expect that the teahouse he opened had such good tea, but he, the boss, had no idea.
"This has nothing to do with the tea itself."
Yang Xuan explained with a smile beside him, "Tea is just the most common type of tea. It mainly depends on the person who makes the tea. You are definitely lucky to be able to taste the authentic herring tea today. Are you right, herring?"
Qingyu smiled softly and didn't explain much.
Yang Xuan is right, the most unique thing about Qingyun Tea is that the tea itself has nothing to do with the tea leaves.
This sentence sounds contradictory, but it has become a fact for Qingyun.
The raw materials don't matter to her. Scented tea, black tea, green tea and Maofeng are all fine. What matters is how the tea is brewed.
Although it may look like an ordinary Kung Fu tea process, it contains at least 300 small details that are difficult to detect.
The seven leaders of the Xuanzi Army each have their own strengths. In addition to their extremely strong combat effectiveness, each of them has an almost paranoid hobby of their own.
For example, the God-killing Ziyuan has retired.
She has extremely high talent and extreme paranoia for painting.
Her painting skills never stick to any fixed method or school, but she emphasizes doing whatever she wants.
Oil painting, sketch, ink, watercolor, and gouache are all the same in Ziyuan's eyes, and she rarely paints a specific thing.
More of an inexplicable pattern and color, her paintings never specifically express something, but express an emotion, including everything.
This is similar to the herring tea ceremony.
Qingyu's tea never sticks to any fixed form, it doesn't matter what kind of raw materials and what kind of tea sets.
What she wanted to express more was also a kind of emotional catharsis.
The same is true for the other leaders. Some of them are paranoid and dancing, and some are obsessed with the twelve-stringed guqin.
The styles of all of them have one thing in common, that is, there is never a fixed form, and in the end they are all about expressing emotions.
Perhaps, for them, these hobbies are their salvation and the best way for them to communicate with the world.
Apart from war machines, it is the only way they can find a way to express themselves as human beings.
Of course, there are exceptions to this.
It's that Leng Yue who loves to play sniper.
She always studied abroad alone, didn't like talking to others, and never had any hobbies.
Yang Xuan also said to her several times that the war was already very tiring, so it was best to find some personal hobbies to adjust.
Even if you are a vulgar person who cannot understand those literary and artistic things, even if you like young meat and handsome men, it can still be regarded as a hobby.
But Leng Yue's answer made Yang Xuan dumbfounded. She said that her biggest hobby was to pull the trigger and see the bullet accurately penetrate the target's eyebrow.
Apart from that, nothing in the world could interest her.