Qingfeng looked at Li Qingyun helplessly, patted Qingchun's back comfortingly, and said: "He lied to you. There is no trace of the sweet soup in the pot being touched. The thick gravy formed by starch is very even and complete. It can't be
Spit it out."
It was okay if Qingfeng didn't say anything. After saying that, Qingchun even vomited out her morning meal.
Li Qingyun looked innocently at everyone's blaming looks and explained: "It was just a joke, how could I know he was so serious about it. Forget it, it's all my fault."
As he said that, he ran farther away because the things Qingchun spit out smelled really bad.
Cousin Yang Yunu also followed him and said as he ran: "Didn't the little Taoist priest just blame you? Why did you disgust them with your food? You are so bad."
"Hehe, are you okay..." Li Qingyun responded modestly.
Grandma Fu also covered her nose, left the place where she was just now, and walked around the ruins of the Fairy Temple. In fact, there was nothing good to see. The ground was full of bricks and stones, and the only fairy statue had long been buried under the ruins.
Li Qingyun gave Granny Fu some time to remember her. When the sun turned west, the group of people set off on the road again, planning to go to the top of the mountain to see the Unnamed Taoist Temple.
Qingfeng introduced the scenery along the way, with the consciousness of a guide. The innocent little Taoist priest glared at Li Qingyun from time to time, and walked with great difficulty, like a little daughter-in-law who has been turned around a thousand times. She took two steps and took a few breaths.
I was angry, my head was covered with sweat, but I couldn't bear to say I was tired, let alone hungry.
In the evening, we finally arrived at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. The Taoist temple is not big, and the entrance is also very small. I thought there was no plaque, let alone the name of the Taoist temple. In fact, it was just the opposite. A few large gilt characters clearly said "Unknown Taoist Temple".
The calligraphy and writing style are elegant and extremely out of the ordinary.
Li Qingyun broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the others with strange expressions and found that their expressions were similar to his. Those with eggs hurt, and those without eggs had kidneys.
How boring must the idiot who gave this Taoist temple this name be?
"Please. Some distinguished guests. Master should have been waiting for these distinguished guests in the Taoist temple." Qingfeng was very polite. He stood at the gate and asked Li Qingyun and others to go first.
Sun Daqi was not polite and helped Granny Fu into the Taoist temple first. Li Qingyun and Yang Yunu followed behind.
The entrance of the Taoist temple is not big, but the courtyard is extremely spacious. There are six or seven young Taoist priests practicing boxing in the courtyard. There are two rows of wing rooms on the left and right, and a main hall in the middle. Sanqing is enshrined there.
At the door of the main hall, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting. He looked extremely slovenly. He only wore a pair of trousers and his upper body was shirtless.
While supervising his disciples to practice boxing, he fried tea.
His hair was very long and messy, tied up in a bun. His beard, which had not been shaved for who knows how many days, was growing wildly like weeds.
At this time of year, there was no tender tea available. Li Qingyun didn't know what kind of tea this product was roasting. Looking from a distance, he saw a green patch of green and the tea leaves were extremely old and had a somewhat rounded feel.
"Hey, there is actually Enlightenment Tea?" Sun Daqi exclaimed, somewhat delighted.
Li Qingyun shook his head. This tea was definitely not Wangxian Peak's Enlightenment Tea. He had three old tea trees and a dozen small tea trees in his small space. He saw the leaves of Enlightenment Tea almost every day and would never admit it.
When the sloppy Taoist priest saw Sun Daqi, he was startled at first, then laughed, ran out from behind the iron tea pot, and greeted him: "Haha, it turns out that it is really Master Sun. I haven't seen him for decades, but his style is still the same. Boy Xuan Yin, I have met Master Sun."
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"The bullshit style is still the same. It's because my old face hasn't changed." Sun Daqi also showed a smile and kicked the ass of the approaching Taoist Xuanyin. Taoist Xuanyin said "ouch" in a very cooperative manner, as if
It's like being hit hard.
"Ouch, no, the tea is going to burn in the pot..." Taoist Master Xuanyin suddenly remembered this, jumped up and ran back to the pot, and quickly stir-fried in the pot with both hands.
Bian shouted distressedly, "It's broken, I can already smell the paste! Oops, my big leaf wild tea!"
Sun Daqi, Li Qingyun and others had already followed. Sun Daqi shouted strangely: "Isn't this Wangxian Peak's Enlightenment Tea? How did it become a big-leaf wild tea?"
"Uncle Sun, if I can get a piece of Enlightenment Tea, I can wake up from my dreams with a smile. Sun Tao Immortal Ban Ban, when I came back from that trip, not even a hair was left. I searched for it for more than 20 years before I found it.
Big leaf wild tea, cut off the tip of the leaf, is it very round? Is it 70% or 80% similar to Wu Dao tea? Hehe, although the taste is far different, it looks very enjoyable!" Taoist priest Xuan Yin grinned with great pride.
’s smile.
Qingfeng had already covered her face. She felt that the master's behavior had no limit. The fraud was justified and he was relying on a sense of pride. Apart from the appearance of this fake Enlightenment Tea, what's so good about it? Wait until Elder Ye leaves to pick it.
, after frying, the brewed tea was bitter and astringent, and could not be swallowed. However, the master regarded it as a treasure and never left his hand with tea every day.
Sure enough, Taoist Master Xuanyin lifted a rough porcelain teapot from under his feet, and as if by magic, he took out a few small bowls and poured tea for Sun Daqi, Granny Fu and others.
"Come on, come on, try my homemade big-leaf wild tea. Look, the brewed tea leaves are extremely round, like a yin-yang fish swimming in the water?" Taoist Master Xuanyin said, pouring a cup of tea for everyone.
, which is also clever, there is a piece of tea leaf in each cup.
The tea leaves are like a drawn circle, except that the main line in the middle of the leaf is not curved, and it is not like the Wudao tea. The main line in the middle is a standard "S" shape, which divides a piece of tea leaf into the shape of yin and yang fish, and the S line is left and right.
The colors on both sides are not the same, different shades.
Li Qingyun was curious and wanted to try what kind of leaf this tea was, so that he could compare it for his own Enlightenment Tea in the future. He only took a sip and almost spit it out. It was just like ordinary old tea, very bitter and astringent. Looking closely at the tea soup, it turned out to be
It is dark brown, unlike other green teas, and the brewed water is light blue or light green.
I resisted the strange smell and drank a few more sips. I found that the tea was very strong. After drinking it, I immediately became energetic. This shows that the theobromine and theophylline content in this old tea is very high, which is very refreshing.
Sun Daqi didn't have such good patience. He only took a sip and spit it out, cursing: "Bullshit Enlightenment Tea, it's not even as good as ordinary wild tea. You little Yinzi, you are so old. You are still like when you were a child.
I like to imitate. Hurry up and arrange some guest rooms for us. I’m not in the mood to see what you’re doing here.”
This sloppy Taoist priest also has a good temper. He doesn't get angry no matter how much he scolds him. However, he loves tea like his life. When he talks, he can't take his eyes off the iron pot for making tea: "Haha, I'm used to it. I'm used to it. Qingfeng, give me to Master Sun."
I will arrange the cleanest guest room. Wait until I finish frying these big-leaf wild teas, and then go and say hello to Uncle Sun."
Li Qingyun didn't need to worry about Sun Daqi. He was very curious about fried tea, especially when he saw that the fried large-leaf wild tea shrank into a small ball, like a small pill, but after brewing, it turned out to be a complete round leaf. This
The technique of growing fried tea is more complicated than that of Biluochun. You must learn it carefully and prepare yourself for growing Enlightenment Tea.
Taoist Master Xuanyin only fried tea by himself, regardless of Li Qingyun watching from the side. He continued frying until dark, and then barely finished frying the fresh tea leaves. When he stopped the fire, he suddenly asked: "You also like to fry tea?"
Li Qingyun said truthfully: "I don't like fried tea, but I like drinking tea. I saw that your method of frying tea is quite strange, so I wanted to observe it. I heard from my grandfather that the tea from Wangxian Peak is very special, but I didn't expect that the frying technique is also like this.
In particular, pieces of round leaf tea can be fried in a pot into pill-like balls."
Taoist Master Xuanyin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked: "Oh? Your grandfather knows about the Enlightenment Tea at Wangxian Peak? You came here with Master Sun Daqi again. Are you from Lijiazhai? Is your grandfather?
Your last name is Li and your last name is Chunqiu?"
"Yes, my grandfather's name is Li Chunqiu." Li Qingyun replied generously.
"Oh, it turns out you are Master Li's grandson. I'm sorry. I was busy making tea just now, so I asked you about your origins." Taoist Master Xuanyin was very polite, patted Li Qingyun on the shoulder and said, "When I was a child, Master Li always gave me guidance.
The secret of practicing Qigong, every time we have tea, I will help him pour an extra cup. For this reason, he often teaches me his unique skills. My master said that I can be regarded as half of his disciples. Unfortunately, his figure
The method of practicing Yiquan was not taught to me."
"Just be satisfied, my grandfather never taught me a single move." Li Qingyun complained aggrievedly.
"Haha, that's Uncle Li's rule. Some of the unique skills he taught me were also figured out by him. Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. It's time for us to have dinner. Come on, let's have a few drinks. There are not only good people in this Taoist temple, but also
Tea and home-brewed wine.”
"A person who likes tea must like wine. We are of the same taste." Li Qingyun was not polite and walked into the side hall where he received guests.
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Li Qingyun stayed here for four or five days, but he couldn't stay any longer. Even if the tea was not good, Taoist Master Xuanyin's wine-making skills were beyond description. Only after drinking his wine did he realize how advanced his fifth grandfather's wine-making skills were.
High, even low-end sorghum wine is several times stronger than the wine that Taoist Master Xuanyin has collected for three years. It is said that it is wine, but it tastes like vinegar. I really don’t know what to say about him.
Except for the method of frying tea, which has some heat, in other aspects, it really lacks skills and the imitation is specious, and no wine can be put on the table.
When Li Qingyun took out two bottles of "Ten Years Collection of Sorghum Wine" from his backpack, Taoist Master Xuanyin was speechless. He hugged the two bottles and almost drank them all in one go, saying that he had not tasted such good wine in many years.
I was drunk, I had a great time today. After saying that, I fell to the ground with a plop.
When Li Qingyun and Sun Daqi left, Taoist Master Xuanyin was still in a drunken state. He carried himself to the door of the Taoist temple, groaned, and squatted at the door of the Taoist temple to vomit.
"Little nephew Qingyun, I will go to Lijiazhai to have a drink with you in a few days... Your wine tastes so good! It's such a waste to spit it out... vomit..."
Li Qingyun covered his nose and ran faster. After running a long way, he replied: "Uncle Xuanyin is welcome to visit our Lijiazhai, but... don't drink so much next time."
After saying that, he ran away without looking back.
Sun Daqi, Granny Fu, and Yang Yunu were also running in a mess. This sloppy Taoist priest vomited all over his beard and refused to let his disciples help him clean it up. The stench could be smelled for three miles to the wind. If he did not leave the Taoist temple,
I'm afraid I'll spit it out too.
When Li Qingyun and his party returned to Qinglong Town, they found that the news of python cannibalism had spread. The tourism industry, which had just become popular, had returned to deserted. Only a few police cars occasionally passed by, saying they were going into the mountains to investigate the python cannibalism incident. (To be continued.)