Datang: Huchi served as a bodyguard, but refused to enter the court as an official

Liu Bai laughed out loud, looking very abrupt.

Yuan Shoucheng must have dragged Zhang Sanfeng, who is also the leader of the Taoist sect in name, to suppress the place.

He came in first, but didn't notice that Zhang Sanfeng didn't follow at all.

Yuan Shoucheng coughed a few times in embarrassment, and shouted outside: "Brother Sanfengzi! Brother Sanfengzi!"

I don't know where Zhang Sanfeng went to play. Yuan Shoucheng ran out and looked around, but he didn't find any trace of Zhang Sanfeng.

The old Taoist walked back, thinking about it.

Probably complaining about Zhang Sanfeng's lack of loyalty

Liu Bai laughed again with a 'puchi'.

Zhang Sanfeng is smarter than a ghost, knowing that there might be a conflict, it's no wonder he is willing to show up!

"cough cough"

Liu Bai coughed a few times, and said, "He must have suddenly felt unwell, so don't call him for now."

As soon as this sentence came out, Xuanzang was not the only one who rolled his eyes.

Except for Liu Bai, even Chai Lingwu who was standing beside him rolled his eyes.

This excuse sucks

Is Zhang Sanfeng unwell?

joke!

Everyone in this tent is dead, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely live for decades

Chapter 1419 West Lake Dragon Well?I found a treasure

They are all human beings, and the embarrassing time always passes quickly.

A cup of tea is enough to represent Liu Bai's sincerity.

Han Shanzi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and immediately praised: "Mr. Liu is indeed a master of the tea ceremony. This kind of clear tea is rare in Jiangnan."

Liu Bai said with a smile: "The Zen master was joking. When it comes to tea production, Jiangnan is the first choice."

Han Shanzi's eyes lit up, and he said, "I don't know what Mr. Liu means"

Liu Bai really wanted to tell him that West Lake Longjing was produced in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's a pity that the current West Lake is not famous at all.

If it weren't for the connection with the Wahe River, it would really be a stinky ditch.

Because of its geographical location, the West Lake is silted up almost every year.

Even in the Song Dynasty, most of them were occupied by tyrants, and there were rumors that the water level had dropped for twenty years.

Occasionally, rich people invest in repairs, but most of them will not last long.

The water in the lake is decreasing day by day, and the surrounding area is mostly abandoned, so there are few people.

So that by the early Ming Dynasty, most of the land boundaries had been filled into farmland.

It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that someone remembered the value of this water area and rebuilt it.

Only then have the infinite scenery of future generations.

Therefore, not all the humorous and elegant things that happened around the West Lake are true.

The white lady is holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking on the Su Causeway Bridge is a beautiful sight.

But if you change it to a dilapidated scene, surrounded by mud and grass, it will become a ghost movie

In people's minds, tea is an elegant product, and the place where tea is produced is naturally an elegant place.

If it is said that there are holy teas produced around the West Lake, I am afraid that people will spit on their faces

"Presumably, Zen Master also has some good tea in his hand?"

Han Shanzi smiled slightly, and said: "There are some wild teas, but they are crudely made by the monks in the monastery, and they cannot be regarded as elegant."

As he spoke, he took out a small jar from his wide sleeve.

Chai Lingwu, who was beside Liu Bai, walked over first, picked up the can and smelled it, and suddenly his eyes lit up!

In fact, he is the real master of tea ceremony.

Liu Yexuan is still in his hands.

Every year in March and April, he would personally copy a batch of tea to give to those close to him.

If outsiders get a little bit, they will regard it as a treasure.

The same volume of gold may not be worth as much as the tea he roasted.

He twisted a flat leaf and chewed it in his mouth.

Close your eyes, savor it for a moment, and immediately praise it.

“Good tea!”

"I don't know this little boy"

Han Shanzi obviously didn't know Chai Lingwu.

Just now when Chai Lingwu revealed his father's identity, he said it while hiding behind Zhang Wei.

"This is Marquis Pingyang!"

Xuanzang introduced Han Shanzi.

Han Shanzi immediately stood up, clasped his hands together and saluted.

"It turned out to be Marquis Pingyang, the poor monk was rude!"

"You old monk must also be a tea lover."

Chai Lingwu said with a smile.

Liu Bai scolded: "Ling Wu, don't be rude!"

Han Shanzi waved his hands hastily, and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, when it comes to the tea ceremony, the poor monk is just a young man, and Pingyanghou is the real master of the tea ceremony!"

Judging by his appearance, he seems to have a little worship for Chai Lingwu?

Chai Lingwu twirled another leaf and watched it carefully for a moment.

"This tea can't last forever, it tastes fresh and fresh, at most half a year, it will dissipate its freshness, if it is kept for a year, I'm afraid it will lose even the slightest taste."

As he spoke, Chai Lingwu ordered someone to fetch hot water.

Made a cup.

It was a kind of fragrance mixed with bean fragrance, which smelled very wonderful.

Holding the teacup, Chai Lingwu looked at the slowly unfurling leaves, ups and downs, and his eyes became a little fascinated.

If there was anything that could make Chai Lingwu fall into it, it was only tea.

His obsession with tea is even higher than that of Liu Bai!

Liu Bai sniffled.

It really has a bit of the charm of West Lake Longjing in it.

"Is this tea produced in Suzhou?"

Han Shanzi shook his head, and said: "It was a gift from brother Huiling of Lingyin Temple in Qiantang County. Brother Huiling said that this tea was just obtained by chance in the mountains by monks in the temple. The poor monk also studied Pingyang Hou Chuan The following six methods of tea making, but the technique is not perfect, and it cannot continue multiple processes, so there are only two methods of rolling and frying green tea."

Liu Bai was stunned for a long time.

It seems that it is really West Lake Longjing!

According to legend, West Lake Dragon Well originated from Lingyin Temple.

The "Yuqian Eighteen Trees" named by Qianlong are only a dozen miles away from Lingyin Temple!

Liu Bai snatched the teacup from Chai Lingwu's hand.

Smell its fragrance first, then appreciate its shape, and finally taste its taste.

That's it!

Liu Bai was overjoyed.

Found a treasure!

In his early years, he sent people to the south of the Yangtze River to find the whereabouts of West Lake Longjing.

But Shifeng Mountain is so big, and hundreds of people were sent to search for it for a year, but they couldn't find it, so they had to give up.

Today, he came to the door by himself!

Seeing Han Shanzi's feeling, Liu Bai got closer to him immediately.

While the old monk was speaking, the beard on his chin was shaking, which was interesting no matter how you looked at it.

He really had enough of the tea in Guanzhong.

Even with the help of Chai Lingwu, even the process of fermenting cooked tea has been researched.

However, the fresh taste represented by Longjing has always been missing.

Being able to drink the real West Lake Longjing is also a fulfillment of Liu Bai's dream.

"Let's go to Qiantang County!"

Everyone in the tent was taken aback.

Liu Bai had already stood up and walked out.

Han Shanzi looked at Xuanzang with some depression.

"Buddha son"

Xuanzang smiled wryly, and said, "Mr. Liu's way of thinking has always been different from ordinary people, and he got used to it after a long time."

As he spoke, several monks got up and followed them out.

Yuan Shoucheng yawned big.

"It's a waste of time!"

There was no one in the tent except him.

He stood up wearily, and suddenly saw half a cup of tea on Liu Bai's desk.

So he walked closer, picked it up and smelled it.

I looked around and saw no one, so I took a sip.

Smash it, smash your mouth, and murmured: "It's really a good thing."

While speaking, he was suddenly shocked!

"Lingyin Temple is also the ancestral home of Buddhism, it would be bad if they were allowed to live alone with Liu Bai!"

He hurriedly put down the cup and ran out.

"Wait a minute!"

Not long after, a group of people boarded the boat and staggered towards Suzhou City.

After two sticks of incense, they reached Shazikou.

The people changed their carriages and continued towards Qiantang County.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of Liu Bai, this simple trip to find tea has changed in the ears of the major Chinese in the south of the Yangtze River.

Chapter 1420 Cut off all the Chinese people in the south of the Yangtze River, and live the addiction of peerless heroes?

Suzhou City, Datang Gold Group!

Dou Xiaoci sat on the counter bored, waiting for customers to come.

On the second day of opening, the situation is not optimistic.