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Chapter 86 The Tea Ceremony Agreement and Getting into Bed......

[Merit: Eight thousand 630 one]

In the merit tower.

Looking at the remaining merits that have been lost by a total of three thousand, Ouyang Rong sighed lonely.

After all, he couldn't hold back his hand.

The main reason is that I can't help being curious about what this blessing worth three thousand merits is.

"What if it is something that is good for water control, isn't it the same as sharpening a knife and chopping firewood? In addition, if the blessing of saving lives is missed, it will be a terrible death."

Someone murmured: "When merits are gone, you can accumulate them again, but if you lose your life, you are really gone."

Laughing to death is actually self-comforting.

Standing under the blessing clock that was filled again and didn't even bother to move a finger.

Ouyang Rong wandered around, stroked his chin and analyzed:
"Three thousand merits. The last time I picked up Wei Lai was [-] merits plus five buckets of rice. This time it will not be another big Wei Lai, right? Laughing dead, there is no copper plate on my body.

"Well, from past experience, every time a new blessing comes, there should be an introduction. Looking back now, the introduction of the last blessing should be that my junior sister told me to go and pick a personal maid. At that time, I seemed to be muttering. It's all cheap.

"Last time, the blessing of the underground palace was the four-character stone carving in the shadow of the lotus pedestal.

"What about this time?
"Before the blessing comes, what am I doing?

"Eat spicy food... and distributed all the copper coins in my body to four homeless people... Seeing that Huayan recognized the wrong person... helped my junior sister buy Jianghu tabloids... oh, and brought Su Dalang to fool around...

"Did the New Fortune come out of these incidents?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and pondered carefully.

Trying to figure out a certain logic of the merit tower.

It was like a victim who received a call from a strange person in the middle of the night, trying to figure out which ex-girlfriend was the familiar voice on the other side of the phone.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that something was wrong with the outside world.

Why is someone turning him over?
Ouyang Rong was so frightened that he quickly left the merit tower and returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he could see clearly behind a certain scene.

He couldn't help clutching the loosened belt, frowning silently and asked:
"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to make tea?"

"My lord, I am afraid that you will feel uncomfortable in your clothes, so I want to help you take off your coat."

"Then what are you doing turning over me?"

"My family wants to put a blanket on the couch."

"What do you do with a blanket underneath? What does this have to do with tea ceremony?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll get wet later."

"You make a tea and still wet the bed?"

"The servant is afraid that the young master will get wet."

"Don't worry, my hand is very steady, I won't spill it, you can make tea quickly, don't just think about being lazy and slippery, wasting time."

What's more, as for the tea of ​​Guanqian, every sip is Wei Lai, and it hurts even if you sprinkle it.

Ouyang Rong frowned, turned around with a sigh, and sat down again.

"But……"

"But what, two quarters of an hour, you tea art master must come up with some tricks?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her.

Tweety's face was a bit resentful, and she returned to the stage and fiddled with the tea set.

Ouyang Rong looked around the room, and after making sure there was no other movement, he let out a breath.

In addition, while watching the tea ceremony by the tea art master Gao Guan on the face, I was actually waiting for a blessing in my heart.

However, according to the experience last time, it seems that the blessing does not necessarily come true immediately, or it is immediately effective, but in the end it is fed back to him, and there is indeed a period of gestation.

Some anticipation rose in Ouyang Rong's heart, but immediately, the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the operation of a professional tea master in front of him.

Just the operation of putting a tea cake into the kettle, two mouthfuls of Wei Lai came out.

Just a simple way to make tea, let alone let her boil the tea for the third time, and the second boil is not finished...

Cha Yuan, right?

Blood pressure is up.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

In his previous life, he joined a tea ceremony club when he was in college, and he also likes to play with tea and coffee on weekdays. In this life, Xie Xunben, the teacher of the academy, is a tea lover, and he is proficient in following behind. this way,
Ouyang Rong scowled:
"Do you know how to tea ceremony?"

Tweety raised her face charmingly and said:

"Ah, I know it, very...very good."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Mr. Jun in front of her with a little resentment in her eyes.

She is really good at the tea ceremony, but the young master doesn't cooperate with her to show it well.

"You know a hammer."

"..."

In the next second, Tweety, who hadn't had time to react, staggered a step, and was shoved aside by someone involuntarily.

She opened her mouth slightly:
"Sir, you are..."

"Go aside, I'll come."

Ouyang Rong was expressionless, he couldn't stand it anymore, he took over the tea set and kettle, and began to skillfully clear the bowl to scoop tea...

Tweety was startled.

"Tea water and firearms, you need the best of all four... This is called roasted tea before making tea. You just boiled it without roasting it. Which teacher taught you?"

Someone asked without raising his head.

"..."

She was speechless.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Listen, the boiling is like a fish's eye, and there is a slight sound. This is called a boiling. Can you hear it clearly?"

"Listen, my servant...you can hear me clearly."

"Look here, the edge is like a gushing spring, it's the second boiling, see?"

"I see... I see it."

"Look carefully...the waves and waves are the third boiling. This is to prevent the water from being boiled old. You need to add the scoop of water scooped out at the second boiling to stop it from boiling. This is called Yuqihua. It's burnt! Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand... right?"

Looking at the guests in front of her who gave her a demonstration by themselves.

Tweety, the leading tea artist whose tea ceremony skills have always been widely acclaimed on the third floor, was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean understand? Do you understand?" Ouyang Rong frowned very strictly.

"Understood." Tweety hurriedly nodded her head.

"Okay, then you come again." He nodded.

"...!!"

Just as Tweety shrank her neck and hands nervously in front of the stern teacher, making tea carefully and clumsily, there was a sound of opening the door from the next door.

"Huh? Why did Ah Shan come out before two quarters of an hour..."

Ouyang Rong got up out of curiosity, and temporarily let go of a leading tea artist who was about to cry, and went to open the door of the box.

Sure enough, it was Liu Ashan.

But the dull man was a little surprised when he saw Ouyang Rong open the door:
"Master, why do you..."

Ouyang Rong moved away: "Just ask me, I want to ask you what's wrong... Well, come in and talk about it."

Liu Ashan quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, master, I won't disturb your elegant mood, I will help you guard it outside..."

"What's your interest, come in for tea, don't think about it."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, and welcomed the tall, thin man who was stunned outside the door.

The two sat down in front of the stove.

Liu Ashan looked at the Gaoguan tea artisan who was honestly and seriously making tea beside him, his face was a little stunned, and he couldn't help but look sideways at his master.

The latter poured tea for him as if nothing had happened, and said with a light smile:

"Ah Shan didn't drink tea next door, right?"

Liu Ashan looked a little embarrassed, took the tea cup handed by the master with both hands, and looked down at the reflection in the cup:

"Well, I... I'm not used to these elegant things, so I asked the counter to refund the money, so as not to waste Mr. Su's money... How did the master guess it?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and said half-jokingly:
"Still guessing? Ah Shan is different from Dalang, Liulang, and me."

"No, it's nothing different. On the contrary, I envy Master, Mr. Su, and Brother Yan."

Ouyang Rong teased: "Then why don't you learn a bit, and enjoy the tea ceremony?"

Liu Ashan hesitated for a while, and said truthfully:
"I'm actually very content with my life now. Outside, I can follow the master and do something beneficial to the people. At home, I can also support my mother and sister. I don't dare to expect too much."

Speaking of this, Liu Ashan suddenly took a sip of the tea in the warm cup, wiped the tea leaves on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and couldn't help but narrate:

"My lord, my family's life is getting better and better. I saved money to buy a house in the outskirts of the city, and I also bought two acres of land. The day before yesterday, I went to pick up Amu and Aqing from the mountain. I will save some more. If they don't have money, they will get rid of their low status and redeem themselves...

"However, my mother said that there is no rush to redeem my body. She said that she should tell me about the marriage first, and marry a down-to-earth woman to go home... But I have thought about it for a few nights, and I will work harder and save more money. You can’t do these two important things at the same time, and you can’t let them go!”

Ouyang Rong was slightly taken aback, seeing the unspeakable brilliance on the dark face of the dull man in front of him.

There is satisfaction, there is high-spiritedness, and there is hope.

It's a bit like the morning glow on the dark sky at dawn. Even if the viewer is in a bad mood, they can't help feeling the same uplifting feeling after seeing it.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."

Ouyang Rong laughed, and his tone was somewhat reproachful:
"However, why didn't you tell me when you brought your mother and sister down the mountain the day before yesterday, um, next time, bring your aunt and your sister to have a meal together in Meiluyuan."

The dull man nodded hurriedly, but he didn't know if he had listened.

He hesitated for a while, but still hoped to ask:
"Master, if I find a wife to marry, you... do you have time to come over for a glass of wine?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to agree immediately, but paused, choosing his words carefully:

"If you are in Dragon City, you must be there."

He clenched his fist and covered his mouth: "Cough, but Ah Shan, you have to hurry up."

Liu Ashan was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded quickly:

"Don't worry, master, it must be within your term of office, and it might be this year."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing more.

Lift the pot and pour tea for the dull man.

……

What Ouyang Rong didn't know was that he was drinking tea and chatting upstairs.

At the door of the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion, a Persian businessman with a hooked nose and green eyes was walking in.

The Persian businessman waved his hand calmly, dismissed the enthusiastic shop waiter, and walked straight to the corner of the lobby on the first floor with his hands behind his back, in front of the one-armed young man who was lying on the table drunk.

He picked up a jug of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that had fallen on the ground, sat down at the table, and placed the jug in front of the bewildered face of the one-armed young man.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Broken Arm Sword Immortal Brother Ajie in Chang'an [-]th Square? Why did you come to such a small place to drink? Is it possible?"

The Persian businessman asked in surprise with a bewildered look on his face.

The one-armed young man didn't seem to hear, he propped himself up like mud, and continued to drink with the jug in his arms.

The Persian businessman pretended to be angry and said:
"The Yunmeng Sword Lake is really real. The peach branches in the valley are covered with ancient and modern famous swords, and they are plundered every year. Even the only sword that the hero Ajie loves... Hey, in this world, It's really a drought, a drought, a flood, a flood..."

The atmosphere at the table was quiet.

The one-armed young man whispering the song paused for a moment, and softly uttered a word: "Get lost."

The Persian businessman was not annoyed, and smiled:

"It's a coincidence, I have a friend in Dragon City who admires heroes the most, and is worried about the new sword that is about to be released at home, which is not as good as a hero...

"I went to take a look. Although I am not a master of swordsmanship, but just looking at the steaming atmosphere of the sword furnace, I guess it is more than a star and a half better than your hero's Gui Niang."

A young man with a severed arm holding a flagon and drinking upside down paused.

Immediately, under the decadent blue eyelids, a pair of eyes fixed on the Persian businessman.

"Walk."

……

　Sleeping until four o'clock in the afternoon, I became a pig... The next chapter is at twelve o'clock...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)