In a wide wind and rain pavilion surrounded by bamboo curtains in Huangfu, a marble carved with marble. It was already on the stone table with a gentle jade texture. Two tea stoves had already been placed around Wu Yonglin, Ye Zhiqiu, Huang Chenke, and Liu Zhongfu. The hard charcoal in the tea stove had long been ignited. The thick smoke that had originally emerged from the tea stove had gradually dissipated. At this time, a little spark of fire appeared in the tea stove. Wu Yonglin's teapot filled with mountain spring water had long been placed above the tea stove. Wu Yonglin was worried that he was still worried.

Lin took out the folding fan that was originally inserted on the back of his head, and solemnly fanned the fire, staring at the heat in the kettle. Ye Zhiqiu next to him seemed to be familiar with it, and the heat seemed to be just right. He just reached out and explored it over the tea stove repeatedly, then put the small banana fan in his hand, and placed the duck-billed teapot, which was larger than Wu Yonglin, on the tea stove, and then began other steps to prepare for tea making. From beginning to end, he didn't look at Wu Yonglin.

"Zhiqiu is still so focused and meticulous in his work, which is rare."

"Isn't that? This child has never said a word to the people around him in the first month since the first day he arrived at my house. At first I thought he was a mute. But once, I was thinking about a game of chess, but he couldn't help but tell the next step. I only realized that this child is stupid, but not stupid, and he has extraordinary features that no one else has."

"Brother Zhongfu, I heard that you have never played chess for the past twenty years. You are truly worthy of your title as a chess saint."

"I'm sorry, brother, that's just a joke from the priest at that time. Now that folk saints are emerging, I'm sorry, Jin Shiming and Wang Han's chess skills are no longer inferior to me, let alone those Dayin hidden in the city. My chess skills are completely ridiculous when I say this."

"The book "Chess Tips" written by Zhongfu has long been expensive in Luoyang, and it is hard to find a thousand gold coins. Those who like this are even more popular are circulated and researched. Brother Zhongfu is now famous and has no one for a while."

"It's shameful to say that without the "Ten Arts" of Wang Jixin, the "Ten Arts" of Xiaoke today, there would be no "Two Chess Arts" of Xiaoke today. The predecessors planted trees and later enjoyed the cool air, and Zhongfu just caught up with a good time."

"Brother Zhongfu is too humble. Whenever I read the arrangements in "Chess Tips", invading, using battles, and choosing the mantra of the eight characters, I feel that the aftertaste is profound and meaningful. If Brother Zhongfu is not good at this, he has a collection of experience in playing chess with major masters for several years. Why is he so incisive and well-explained and well-written articles? It is our luck that we can get the unique masterpieces of Brother Zhongfu in our lifetime."

When Huang Chenke and Liu Zhongfu were talking and laughing without water, the corridor next to Fengyu Pavilion was already filled with servants watching the fun, waiting for maids and protecting the courtyard. Everyone stretched their necks and wanted to observe a little through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, but the bamboo curtains almost blocked everyone's view. The battle situation in Fengyu Pavilion was completely indistinguishable, which made the speculation and conjectures more and more lively.

One of the eloquent servants was surrounded by people and talked endlessly: "Look at it, the two tea fights today are very exciting. First, several people fought in the inner hall, and they were not as good as each other. The next tea battle was enough to shock the world and make ghosts cry. I took the spring water of these two people making tea, and there was a mystery in it. I heard that the spring water was taken from the top of Mount Emei, a spring called Bullfrost Spring. The origin of this Bullfrost Spring is also famous. It is said that a fairy was attracted by the wonderful scenery of Emei, so she lived there from then on. During the time she was nostalgic to return to Mount Emei, she often took a bath and changed clothes in this Bullfrost Spring."

A servant with a short-circuited head cheered: "What's the point of fuss? Isn't it just a pool of bath water?"

For a moment, laughter began to sound. Anyway, they had no idea about the situation in the Fengyu Pavilion. Everyone was curiously watching how the servant who had already started would end.

"You are very wrong. Legend has it that this fairy was transformed from a strange stone that Nuwa repaired the sky that day. She has long absorbed the essence of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. Legend has it that when she changed into a human form, she has grown all kinds of strange flowers and plants. Over time, she has been integrated with the herbs that can cure all diseases. Legend has it that as long as this fairy turns around you, she can relieve the difficult and complicated diseases on her body. If the fairy can give you one or two points of essence and blood, it can prolong life. For hundreds of years, people from the fairylands of the five places, such as Daiyu, Yuanjiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou, Penglai, etc. have all returned home in a desperate situation, asking for a meeting but not hearing it. Do you think this is still bath water? This is a holy water that is hard to find for a thousand gold."

"Little Li Zi, do you still have that holy water? I have been doing something recently." A sarcastic man and woman were scattered away the crowd and handed a ingot of silver to the servant named Li Zi. He was smart and immediately understood what was going on. Little Li Zi, who was sent by Mr. Huang to Mount Emei to get the Bufrost Spring, was taking advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

The noisy outside, but the two inside were completely unaffected. Ye Zhiqiu's ginger, green onion, pepper, salt, and rice beans were quickly crushed into a pile of paste green "mustard". The tea cake was wrapped with a layer of paper outside, mashed with a small wooden pestle, and grinded it into powder in a tea mortar. It sounded like gold and stone when knocked. Huang Chenke, who was next to him, no one was noisy, and praised Ye Zhiqiu's orderly and unconfused skills. After he mixed the "mustard" with tea, he lifted up the white-air glass-colored soup bottle on the tea stove, which had already been hissing from the spout, and began to use boiling water to drip the black oil cup to start warming the cup. Cai Xiang's "Tea Record" says: "The cup is hot and cold, the tea will not float."

The last step is the "mixed cream" related to success or failure. Ye Zhiqiu used a wooden spoon to pick a certain amount of processed tea powder, and put it into four black oil droplets in sequence depending on the size of the tea cup. Some people who are not confident will try to mix the cream in the first cup. After all, once the boiling water is poured into the tea cup and then the cream is added into it, the taste will be much worse. Looking at Ye Zhiqiu's tea without hesitation, Huang Chenke had already opened his eyes wide.

"Isn't this too risky? If the color of the cup of tea doesn't come out, he still has room for twilight and detour."

Liu Zhongfu smiled but said nothing, but just reached out and kept touching his moustache.

Next, Ye Zhiqiu picked up the glass-colored soup bottle and started to order soup into the four tea cups. At the same time, he used a tea siren to hit and whisk the tea cups to make the soup blossoms appear, which is called whisk. Seeing that the soup blossoms were even, fresh and white, and the color was pure and shiny, there were cracks on the porridge noodles like white millet patterns (the folks call it "cold porridge noodles", which means that the soup blossoms were like the shape of white rice porridge when they were cold and condensed) and bit the edge of the cup tightly, and they would not disperse for a long time. Looking at the four cups of green and white tea soup carved out of the same mold, Huang Chenke and Liu Zhongfu had already impatiently picked up a bowl of tea cups, and enjoyed them with a sizzling sound.

"It looks pretty good, but I just don't know how it tastes." Wu Yonglin originally wanted to bring a bowl to taste, but he remembered the taste in the inner hall that would be unforgettable for his life. He snored and gave up.

"Mr. Wu can try it. There is a cup here for me."

Wu Yonglin stared at the other party and shook his head sincerely. At this moment, he used a tea tray to arrange the teapot and four tea cups in sequence. He just placed the pottery pot for storing tea leaves next to the tea tray, and talked to the other party casually, and did not forget what he should do. He always cared about the fire. When the kettle was boiling, he stood in front of the stove and stopped leaving. He slapped the fire harder, and he wanted to uncover the lid from time to time.

At that time, there were already small bubbles at the bottom of the pot, called "fish eye" or "crab foam", which was "first roll". He closed the lid of the pot again and slapped it a few times. The boiling sound in the pot gradually became louder and the water surface gradually bubbled. This was called "second roll". At this time, hot air was already spraying out from the mouth of the pot, and Wu Yonglin paid special attention. When the "three rolls" and the water in the pot had already boiled, he lifted the kettle, poured the small mud pot inside and outside, and quickly added the tea leaves to the mud pot to make the tea.

"The three officials have read it. My set of kung fu tea sets has the saying "one can, two furnaces, three charcoals, four fans, five pots, six pots, seven cups, eight leaks". That is to say, the cup should be small rather than big. As for the statements of "fish eyes", "crab foam", "first roll", "two rolls" and "three rolls", they are derived from the experience observation of ancient people and are the consideration of water. The whole process has been summarized into nine ways."

"Your tea is not solid, I don't have the appetite to see it." Liu Zhongfu muttered, but his eyes could not hide it from Wu Yonglin. He enjoyed Ye Zhiqiu's bowl of tea soup, and looked at Wu Yonglin's every move with his eyes squinted. Huang Chenke and Ye Zhiqiu did not have so many concerns, staring at Wu Yonglin's actions and this novel set of tea sets without blinking, and were full of curiosity about all this.

"Don't blink, dear readers. Next, I will perform the true skills of "Bai Crane Bathing", "Guanyin Enters the Palace", "Hanging a pot and rushing high", "Spring breeze blows on the face", "Guan Gong patrols the city", "Han Xin orders troops", "Take the soup color", "Smell the faint fragrance", and "Sip the sweet rain".

(1. "Baihe Bathing": Wash the tea set with boiling water. The tea cup of Kung Fu tea is very small, which is somewhat similar to the small wine cups that drink white wine in the north.

2. "Guanyin enters the palace": Put tea (often "Tieguanyin" oolong tea) into the tea set, and the amount of tea placed accounts for about five minutes of the tea set capacity, and the density is considerable.

3. The word "hanging pot high-rushing" is very powerful. It raises the rolling water and rushes into the teapot or covers the cup to make the tea leaves churn and rotate, which is also intended to warm the tea and scent.

4. "Spring breeze blows on the face": Use the lid of the pot or cup to gently scrape off the floating white foam to make the tea soup fresh and clean.

5. "Guan Gong's city tour": Inject the brewed tea into the tea cups in turn, and the rotating teapot becomes "Guan Gong" strolling on the city.

6. "Han Xin's Soldiers": Perhaps because "watching the flowers" when Guan Gong patrols the city, the tea soup is not evenly injected into each cup, so you have to rely on "Han Xin's Soldiers" to "replenish the platform" and drip the tea soup into each cup evenly to achieve uniform thickness and mellow fragrance.

Listening to the introduction words that were so diverse, dazzling, just right, and had a bit of a battlefield smell, Huang Chenke closed his eyes and smelled the natural and rich tea fragrance that penetrated his heart. Ye Zhiqiu was attracted by the words "Guan Gong's patrol city" and "Han Xin's order of soldiers". This was the first time he heard these two words repeatedly in his mouth.

"Are you interested in tasting it? But this is just one cup. I probably won't have a chance to drink it today. I will bring such a little tea today."

"Where are you from the tea leaves?" Liu Zhongfu asked dissatisfiedly, but his eyes were staring at the tea bowl in Wu Yonglin's hand like a hook, and he was completely attracted by the dark red, without any variegated and clear tea soup.

"The new Oolong tea in Fuzhou has just passed the rain, also called Tieguanyin. In fact, the new Phoenix Tea in Chaozhou is also good, but unfortunately I didn't catch up this year, so everyone can try it."

Liu Zhongfu rushed over a cup of tea and was about to put it in his mouth, but Wu Yonglin next to him stopped him and said, "Mr. Zhongfu, don't rush to drink it, let alone 'stuff'. You should first look at the tea and appreciate the bright color of the tea soup in the cup. This is the 'vindication of the soup color'."

Only then did Liu Zhongfu realize that he was a little out of control, but he seemed to have tens of thousands of insects biting him. He was originally extremely patient in the game, but he was completely unwilling to wait for another second. Smelling the fragrance of oolong tea, like the natural and fragrant orchid fragrance and osmanthus fragrance, the fragrance was faint, but it made people feel refreshed. Liu Zhongfu knew that the top-quality "Tieguanyin" that Wu Yonglin just mentioned was definitely not a false statement.

"You can start drinking now, but you should sip it slowly while it's hot; sniff it while it's sipped, and drink it lightly. A cup will leave a fragrance in your mouth, and the bottom of your throat will be sweet, and it will be refreshing and has a unique atmosphere."

Huang Chenke sipped the sweet red, nodded without saying anything, and his heart was full of twists and turns, repeatedly recalling every word in Wu Yonglin's mouth, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart, but he had no way to say it, because every word that can be used to describe his current situation has been used up by his disciple, and it is undoubtedly equivalent to imitating him.

Ye Zhiqiu sipped the fragrant tea in the small teacup and kept firing at Wu Yonglin, as if he wanted to find more secrets from the other party. His curiosity about Wu Yonglin was completely beyond the bowl of kung fu tea in his hand.

The most urgent thing I drank was undoubtedly that I began to care about it. Liu Zhongfu, who was eating ginseng fruit, looked at the last cup of kung fu tea left on the tea tray. Just as I was about to speak with a shameless face, a silver bell-like sound came in from the bamboo curtain: "Sir, can you taste the tea soup carefully prepared by Mr. "?"

The person who came was Qian Jiao Bai Baixiang. Her watery eyes made Wu Yonglin uncomfortable Huang Miaohao, who was guarding Wu Yonglin, had a burning flame in his eyes. When Wu Yonglin did not reject the request of this woman who was likely to become a rival in love, Dan Tai Yuping had the intention to strangle Wu Yonglin to death. This man was indeed unreliable. He couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful woman.

Liu Zhongfu walked forward in a daze and said, "Is this kung fu tea really gone today?"

"Mr. Zhongfu, there is nothing today. You really want to drink it. Next time I will make a special trip to the mansion to cook a pot for you, but there are still only four cups."

"You have to count your words. I've been completely ticked by you."
Chapter completed!