Xu Zhiqiong stayed in the courtyard all night, and Ling Zhengze, Hong Zhenkang and others also slept in the courtyard.
At dawn the next day, Ling Zhengze led everyone to set off. Hong Zhenkang took one step and cried another, his mouth was slurred and babbled, as if he was crying with joy because of the aftermath of the disaster, or as if his heart was cut by a knife because of the pain of losing a piece of silver.
"I, I, that's my money..." Hong Zhenkang sat at the door, not wanting to leave.
Ling Zhengze sighed softly: "Your Majesty, you have many days to make money, but you can't delay the wages of us. I am a seventh-grade knife, and I earn five taels of silver a day. You also promised to give me an extra two hundred taels."
,Have you forgotten this?"
Hong Zhenkang sobbed and said: "No! You are not doing your job well, and I will not give you a cent."
Ling Zhengze frowned and said, "Your Majesty, this is not true."
Gong Yinde sneered at the side: "Don't make it difficult for the prince. Let's go down the mountain and let the prince cry here for a while."
Seeing that the swordsmen were about to leave, the housekeeper quickly stepped forward to persuade them to stop them.
These wandering swordsmen are about to leave, and neither Hong Zhenkang nor the housekeeper can even think of going down the mountain.
"Your Majesty, we just give you a few wages. You don't have to argue with them about this little money."
But Xu Zhiqiong did not do this. Forcing Liang Zhenjie to recall his memory would cause him to lose control of his emotions.
The fragrance of tea lingered on his lips and cheeks, and Xu Zhiqiong was very satisfied: "It's a pity that I am the only one drinking such good tea."
Hong Juncheng was not a eunuch, so why could he master this tea art?
Chang Decai blinked his big, watery eyes: "Are you a friend that I can see?"
Liang Zhenjie looked solemn and said: "Marquis Yun, I told you, I have seen this tea art, but I can't remember what happened here."
Why does Hong Juncheng reveal his tea skills? Why can't he hide this feature?
"Thank you for your hard work, officer. Please come in and sit down. My family has cooked some soup for you. Please come and have a taste."
Li Shabai looked at the two women and a man in front of him and asked, "Are you afraid of strangers?"
What is the relationship between Canrou Xingxu and the first generation of gods?
After chatting with Hong Huaxiao for a while, Xu Zhiqiong stood up and left.
The disciples left quickly, and Hong Huaxiao kowtowed to Xu Zhiqiong in front of Chang Decai: "A great revenge has been avenged in this life. Hong will never forget this kindness in this life! From now on, if there is a servant, he will go through fire and water, and Hong will never forget it."
No excuses!"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came here to have a cup of tea with you."
Xu Zhiqiong changed the topic: "Let's not talk about the war first. Let's just talk about the spring water in Quanxiang. I heard that the spring water there is very sweet."
Chang Decai's tea art was taught by Canrou Xingxiu.
Xu Zhiqiong asked: "I wonder who can grasp the essence of this?"
Chang Decai shook his head and said: "Master, please don't laugh at the slave family. The slave family only knows this little trick. If you say it tastes the best, it will be a disgrace to the slave family."
"Brother Liang, have you been to Quanxiang?"
Chang Decai looked serious and carefully asked: "Master wants to see the stars, but why?"
"Old Chang, make me a cup of tea."
Li Shabai drank the tea in one gulp and sighed softly: "A dear friend of mine, a rare dear friend, has learned this tea art very well."
He had some impressions of the Battle of Quanxiang.
Who is this best friend?
Chang De then made the tea, tapped the cup three times, and brought it over.
After leaving the mansion, Xu Zhiqiong returned to the Evil Punishment Department and walked to the Zhonglang Pavilion, only to see Xia Hu coming up to him with a cheerful look on his face.
Xu Zhiqiong was startled, nodded and said: "If there is anything else that needs attention, please tell me and teach me this tea art by the way."
Chang Decai took the tea cake, grinded it into foam, and made a cup of good tea soup. He also tapped the tea cup three times to inject a little Qi.
"The pen and ink just now is indeed quite thick, especially the ink, the more you rub it, the thicker it becomes!"
After previously robbing five million silver, Chang Decai made tea for everyone to celebrate. Xu Zhiqiong noticed this.
Lingzheng covered his nose and did not pick up the jade.
As Lao Chang said, this tea art is difficult to learn, and it is difficult to understand the essence without knowing the technique of pointing and tapping.
Chang De thought for a while and said: "If we only talk about the tea that the slave family has drunk, it should be Li Qi Teahouse."
"It's good if you can learn two or three points." Xu Zhiqiong is very confident in himself.
At dawn, everyone hurried down the mountain. When they were far away, Xu Zhiqiong placed several yin and yang magic circles in the middle of the courtyard. If anyone came in the future, Xu Zhiqiong would be able to detect them immediately.
Xu Zhiqiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took out the "Collected Works of Yongning" from his arms and marked several key words on the key page.
He is a demon who has been a god king for more than seven hundred years, how could he show off such a thing?
Xu Zhiqiong nodded, he used the right method.
But when he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, Li Shabai shook his head: "Forgive Li for being blunt, Yun Hou has not yet mastered the essence of this tea art."
Liang Zhenjie thought for a moment and nodded suddenly: "It's the same, it's really the same! Huazhou, Quanxiang, Huazhou..."
Gong Yinde didn't dislike it. After checking the quality, he accepted it for everyone first.
Xu Zhiqiong only learned a little bit of the basics, and it was far from the essence. He asked: "Can a painter understand the essence?"
Liang Zhenjie was a little dizzy and didn't want to think too much. He drank the tea soup in one gulp, stood up and said: "Marquis Yun, I promised to practice the military formation with General Yu, so I won't accompany you today."
At the moment of life and death, these wandering swords really don't take King Lu seriously.
"Taozi is easy to talk to. Don't be impatient, sir. Let's drink the soup first. I'll go and see if the silver has cooled down." Xia Hu ducked and got into the guest room. There were piles of silver there.
Liang Zhenjie's expression became more and more confused, and Xu Zhiqiong reassured him: "Don't think about it anymore, let's have tea."
After leaving the mansion, Xu Zhiqiong said to Chang Decai: "Next time I see Canrou Xingxu, I want to convey that I want to meet her."
These five words are the key.
Hong Huaxiao was holding a whip and was teaching a few lazy disciples. When he saw Xu Zhiqiong coming, he shouted to those people: "Pick up your shirts and skirts, roll over and stand under the eaves!"
The first-generation god-king may have been influenced by the constellation of Canrou, which caused him to often show this tea art to others, and it became a characteristic that he could not hide.
To be precise, it was a characteristic that the first generation of gods could not hide.
"Your Highness, you recognize this tea art."
Chang Decai was surprised and said: "What are you talking about? I learned this tea art for my master."
"But I can't remember who we fought that battle with..." Liang Zhenjie looked a little confused.
Could it be that this tea art was created by Hong Juncheng and he couldn't help but show it off?
Hong Huaxiao thought for a while and said: "Before my father came to the throne, he treated me quite kindly and drank tea with me, but he did not have such tea art. On the contrary, when my grandfather was in power, he once asked me to drink tea together. I seemed to
I have also seen similar tea art..."
Hong Huaxiao pondered for a moment and said: "I didn't plan to mention this matter originally. When my father succeeded to the throne, he deported me to the north. Before leaving, he poured me a cup of tea, and he also tapped the tea cup three times.
, that cup of tea soup is very fragrant, it is made with such tea art."
These two pieces of sapphire were obtained from Hong Zhenji's side. The jade type is good, and each piece is worth almost a thousand taels of silver.
This tea art is one of Hong Juncheng's characteristics.
He also recognizes this tea art!
It can be seen that Li Shabai likes this tea art very much!
"I'm back. I came back last night. After staying in Huntiandang for these days, I didn't see that he has any abilities. His energy is not good. He fell asleep when he came back. Master, do you want to ask him a question? I will call him over right now."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled: "Then whose tea soup do you think is the best?"
Besides Hong Juncheng, who else has mastered this tea art?
"Next time you come to see me, just say hello. Don't use this lamp. It's an eyesore to me." Liang Zhenjie pushed the Soul Gathering Lamp aside with a look of disgust on his face, "What do you want to see me for?"
In desperation, Hong Zhenkang pulled out two pieces of sapphire from his pants and handed them to the housekeeper.
"Sweet?" Liang Zhenjie disagreed. "You want to say sweet, but I have no impression. I just remember that the water there was very slippery. After soaking in the hot spring for a while, my whole body became smoother and smoother."
Chang Decai was shocked and said: "Master, this matter is not something to be joked about."
Li Shabai shook his head: "This tea art requires gathering qi at the fingertips, running smoothly, sending and receiving freely, and the measurement must be precise. Li really can't grasp the essence of it."
Xu Zhiqiong waved his hand and said: "No need, let him have a good rest. Let's go to Yuyao Palace and invite an old friend for tea."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "I can see you, we are all acquaintances, but you have to be careful when speaking."
Xu Zhiqiong drank tea from Hong Juncheng, and so did Hong Huaxiao.
"Did your father never make tea for you before he came to the throne?"
The three of them shook their heads. Li Shabai smiled and continued painting: "Please come in, Lord Yun."
Xu Zhiqiong quickly stood up and said goodbye: "General Yu has an upright temperament, please be gentler in your performance."
Has the money gone cold?
Could it still be hot?
But there's still a problem here.
This little information was enough. Xu Zhiqiong took Chang Decai to the mansion outside the city and found Hong Huaxiao.
Chang Decai taught him carefully for half a day, and the two of them made twenty-two pots of tea in total.
…
Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said: "I am not joking, only sincere."
"I won't drink the soup anymore. Madam, give me a taste of the peaches first."
"I heard that Yang Wu is back?"
Xu Zhiqiong asked again: "Is it as slippery as the water in Huazhou?"
Li Shabai was startled, with some surprise on his face.
"Master, please make sure to remember that if you really see the stars, this old man will never be able to say this. Grandmaster hates others calling her old."
In Li Qi Teahouse, Li Shabai was painting when a disciple came to report: "Marquis Yun wants to see you."
"Quanxiang?" Liang Zhenjie held the tea cup and smelled the mellow tea, gradually recalling some memories, "Quanxiang is the boundary of Daxuan."
From this point of view, this tea art should be exclusive to eunuchs. It was most likely created by Canrou Xingxiu, and then passed on to the first generation of gods through some chance.
Xu Zhiqiong praised Li Shabai repeatedly, poured a cup of tea for Li Shabai, and then tapped the teacup three times with his fingers.
Xu Zhiqiong nodded: "After all, we have to find him."
If Xu Zhiqiong mentions Qian Jun in this regard, Liang Zhenjie may slowly think of that fierce battle.
When the wandering swordsmen heard this and were about to leave, the housekeeper panicked and whispered in Hong Zhenkang's ear.
Xu Zhiqiong entered the painting studio and saw the real scene in front of him. He remained silent and sat aside, watching Li Shabai paint.
"Ask her old man about an old man."
Xu Zhiqiong waved his hands repeatedly: "What I want to ask about is not about tea. What I want to ask about is a place. Do you know where Quanxiang is?"
Chang Decai frowned slightly, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, but he looked even more charming: "If the master wants to learn, the slave will definitely be willing to teach. However, this method is somewhat related to the techniques of my Taoist sect, so you may not be able to learn it.
"
When they arrived at Yuyao Palace, Xu Zhiqiong lit a soul-gathering lantern in the main room of the east courtyard. Not long after, Liang Zhenjie's figure appeared next to the lantern.
Hong Zhenkang sat on the ground and said, "I'm just worried about you. I have no money. What can you give me? But I don't believe you dare to leave me here!"
The problem also arises. As a god, making tea for others is a violation of etiquette.
"How many times have I told you, I don't like to see people kneeling!" Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and helped Hong Huaxiao up, "If you really want to express your gratitude, please make me a cup of tea first."
Quanxiang, Rui, painting, exhaustion, soul.
Liang Zhenjie nodded: "Been there, I think I fought there..."
Chang Decai laughed and said: "Madam touched every piece of silver last night, she is really going to hold her hands warm."
After the painting was completed and the three of them left, Li Shabai quickly made a cup of tea for Xu Zhiqiong: "Marquis Yun, the painting was so intense just now that it's really hard to stop writing. I apologize for being rude."
Hong Huaxiao ordered his disciples to make tea, and Chang Decai tapped the tea cup three times. Seeing this tea art, Hong Huaxiao fell into silence.
Two pieces of sapphire were divided among five knives. It was not a loss, but it was just taken out of Hong Zhenkang's pants. The smell...
It still doesn’t make sense logically!
It was getting late, so Xu Zhiqiong took a sip from the tea cup and praised: "The tea soup you make is the best."
Xu Zhiqiong felt that tea art was special at that time, but now it seems that this is no accident.
Xu Zhiqiong killed Yuan Chengfeng and avenged Hong Huaxiao, but Hong Huaxiao never had a chance to express his gratitude.
Xu Zhiqiong's ears perked up: "Forgive Xu for being presumptuous, I dare to ask the painter, what is the meaning of the word rare?"
Li Shabai was silent for a long time, and said with a rather infatuated expression: "It's him who made the sworn brother-in-law with Jinlan, she was also her confidant, she was the one who fought fiercely, and she was the one who shared the same bed with her."
While speaking, Li Shabai looked at Xu Zhiqiong: "Such a close friend is not rare, is it?"
Xu Zhiqiong looked a little confused: "The function of this best friend, ahem... the friendship of this best friend is so deep..."