"To tell you the truth, I entered Kunlun at the age of six, and for forty-three years, this is the first time I have had the opportunity to taste Golden Eyebrow Tea."
"Hey, thanks to you, I'm in a good mood today."
Hu Ying nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said with a red face: "Every year after the Qingming Festival and before Grain Rain, when the golden eyebrows are ready to be removed, the perfect female disciples in the sect will pick the buds with bare hands."
"Before that, you must bathe and clean your clothes for fifteen consecutive days to wash away the dust of the world."
"You should not open your mouth to speak when picking buds, and you must wear a special mask to prevent turbid air from the lungs from contaminating the leaves."
"Finally, it is handed over to the master to be baked into shape and sealed in a spiritual jar."
"Generally speaking, Jinmei tea is used to entertain distinguished guests. On weekdays, the headmaster himself is reluctant to drink it."
Du Qirui echoed: "That's true, except Ling Yatou."
"She likes to drink tea and specializes in choosing good tea to taste."
"In previous years, when she was still on the mountain, these two taels of golden eyebrow tea were almost exclusively enjoyed by her."
"Junior Sister Jingyue and I stood there holding on to the side and smelling the smell. It was so envious."
"It wasn't until five years ago that the spirit girl came down from the mountain to enter the world, and I took advantage of the opportunity. Hehe, it's very rare."
Ji Qinghe held an iron pestle to stir the charcoal fire and said: "You are not taking advantage of the loopholes, you are extremely shameless."
"Senior Sister sent a letter to ask people to bring Jinmei tea down the mountain and send it to Kyoto. What did you do? You wrote back that many distinguished guests came from Kunlun and all the tea leaves were brewed."
"But in reality, you and your father can secretly drink the 2 taels of Golden Eyebrow Tea."
"He also lied to Senior Uncle Jingyue, saying that the tea leaves were taken away by Senior Sister."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're a master of divisive tactics, and you're not afraid of senior sister settling the scores in the future."
Du Qirui's face turned red, and he pretended to be ashamed and angry: "It was obviously your father's idea, why are you blaming me now?"
"I have said countless times that the Golden Eyebrow Tea must be reserved for Ling Yatou. Ah, she is working hard for Kunlun at the foot of the mountain. We cannot treat her badly."
"But the master said that it is not suitable to travel long distances for tea, as it will damage the taste, so he insisted on sharing it with me privately."
"I couldn't resist him and was forced to accept it. In fact, I felt very ashamed. Every time I thought about it, I was heartbroken."
Du Qirui clutched his chest and said with grief: "I can't say it, I can't mention it. My little heart can't bear the injustice."
Ji Qinghe sneered: "Aggrieved? What about an oath? If these words are false, I will never touch a woman for the rest of my life."
Du Qirui took a breath and said with a resentful expression: "You cursed me?"
"Qinghe, I'm not mean to you. You can't just side with Ling girl, can you?"
"Let's not talk about it from afar, let's just talk about a week ago. The three idiots from Daomen were guarding the top of the mountain, and we were hiding in the cave, hanging on by a thread."
"There is not enough food, so I will save my share and give it to you. Ask your conscience, am I doing this?"
"As the great elder of Kunlun and your elder, I have a clear conscience."
Du Qirui said with high emotion: "There is still water. My lips are chapped and blood is pouring out. I can't bear to drink even a drop. I leave it all to you. Isn't this a fact?"
Ji Qinghe threw down the iron pestle with a bang and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to talk about this nonsense?"
"That piece of sandwich bread, the green hair is longer than your beard. You looked disgusting and couldn't eat it, so you forced it to me."
"Mineral water, you said you were worried about the lack of water, so you asked your male disciples to put their urine into empty bottles as much as possible, just in case."
"That bottle of water is yellow and oily. You told me it's mineral water? Clean water?"
"It's so clean. I've brought it to your mouth. Why don't you dare to drink it?"
Du Qirui pondered and pretended to be stupid: "Is that so?"
Ji Qinghe said with murderous intent: "You dare to say it's not the case?"
Du Qirui looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his heart, and whispered: "It must be a misunderstanding, yes, it is a misunderstanding."
Ji Qinghe was so angry that he smashed a pack of paper towels and went back to his original position to continue making tea, the metal pestle banging in his hand.
Huang Liang and Hu Ying wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They lowered their heads and shrugged their shoulders, not suffocating themselves to death.
As for me, I acted unscrupulously, throwing my head back and laughing heartlessly.
