I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

Chapter 170 Four, The Flowing Wind Returns to the Snow

The third floor of Xueqin Building is only half the size of the second floor, connected to a spacious terrace.Standing on the terrace, you can see the entire lake view of Xiangsi Lake.

The sky was gloomy, and there was a light rain.

The misty waves on the lake are like a fairyland.The misty misty rain still can't hide the row of pomegranate trees by the lake, the flowers are in full bloom, like a sunset glow in the mist.

Qi Wufei has been paying attention to the weather, knowing that it is already raining heavily on Qilin Mountain, while Nalan City has just started to rain.

He stood on the terrace, staring into the distance, and said repeatedly: "Good rain, good rain!"

The torrential rain in Qilin Mountain is good rain, and the light rain in Xiangsi Lake is also good rain. On the one hand, it washes away sins, and on the other hand, it shows the beauty of the world.

Duanmu Wei didn't know that he was using puns, she only knew that he was in love with the scene, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be a romantic person."

Qi Wufei sighed again: "What a pity, what a pity!"

Duanmuwei and Dongyue asked together: "What's the pity?"

Qi Wufei said: "Tasting tea and looking at the lake are both beautiful things, but it's a pity that with the rain, you can only get one of the two."

Dongyue said, "What's so difficult about it?"

After that, with a wave of his hand, a green leaf floated into the air, and suddenly it grew into a branch, and the branch grew leaves, and the leaves connected with new branches, and the branches and leaves formed a green shade on the terrace to block the rain.

Duanmuwei clapped her hands and praised: "Wow, sister Dongyue has never shown her hand before!"

Dongyue said: "It's just a small skill, and I didn't have the chance to show it before. Today, since Mr. Qi has a taste, we might as well enjoy the lake and drink tea here. Please wait a moment, let me prepare the tea set."

Qi Wufei thought she was going back to the house to get it, and was about to ask if he wanted to help move the table or something, when Dongyue raised her hand lightly, and there was a low coffee table in front of her eyes.

Of course, this coffee table was not conjured out of thin air, but she took it out of the storage space.

Qi Wufei saw that her wrist was as white as snow, and she was wearing a string of red garnets, but he was not sure if it was her magic weapon for storage.

From the point of view of technique, Dongyue's strength should be higher than that of Zhuhua, but Qi Wufei can't judge how high it is.

He couldn't help feeling that there are so many masters in such a small mahjong game.

Dongyue set up the tea table, took out three futons, and asked Qi Dongfei to sit with Duanmu Wei.

He also took out a carbon stove and an iron pot.

She put the iron pot on the charcoal stove, flicked her fingers lightly, a little spark fell into the stove, and the carbon at the bottom of the pot ignited.

Then, she took out another set of Ru porcelain tea set.The tea set is not complicated, only one cup and three cups.

While Dongyue set aside the tea set, she gently rolled up her long hair and pinned it with a silver hairpin, as if a sea god needle had been inserted into the rolling sea waves.The wide plain brocade sleeves and skirt flowed over her body like a flowing cloud, covering her graceful figure, but showing her immortal air even more.

A scent of pomegranate blossoms wafts faintly on the drizzled terrace.

The sky and the earth are flying cold and raining, and the terrace is warming up with a stove.

In the coolness, Qi Wufei felt a bit of warmth, mixed with the fragrance of flowers in the air, there was a surge of vitality.

In a daze, he thought that he had left the city and came to a snow-covered alpine snowfield, and the winter moon in front of him was like a cluster of pomegranate flowers blooming in the snow.

The water in the iron pot gradually boiled. Dongyue stretched out her green fingers, held a small tea box, and picked a little tea from it with a teaspoon.

Qi Wufei had never seen this kind of tea before. The crystal leaves were glowing with a light blue light, as if there was still dew on them.Observing with spiritual sense, the leaves are cold and refreshing, but there is an inexplicable vitality.

Dongyue lifts the iron pot and pours water into the Ru porcelain covered bowl. There is no unnecessary movement, but the succinctness gives people the feeling of flowing water.

The pieces of tea leaves seemed to come alive, rippling in the bowl, and the wide sleeves swept across the table as if held by the wind, Qi Wufei could clearly feel a strange fragrance flowing from the sleeves and into the tea bowl, and the bowl immediately rushed There was a refreshing fragrance, which permeated the tea table with the rising steam, and it lingered for a long time.

Dongyue put down the iron pot, covered the bowl lid, grasped the side of the bowl with five fingers, turned it lightly and slowly, and then exposed a gap in the lid, held the bowl in one hand, supported her wrist in the other, and poured tea into three small cups.

One bowl of water is exhausted, and three cups of tea are just full.

Holding the cups in both hands, she put one of the toasts in front of Qi Yufei, pushed the second cup in front of Duanmu Wei, smiled slightly, and said, "Please!"

Only then did he pick up the third cup, cover it with his sleeve, and put it to his lips.

Qi Wufei picked up the cup, took a sip, and suddenly froze.

He didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Let's say it's fine nectar, it's not so thick, but a little more light; if it's called Jiutian Qingli, it has more lingering fragrance.

From his previous life to this life, he has drunk a lot of tea, and he has seen many people who love tea drink tea.

Peasants love to drink tea to quench their thirst and fatigue.Facing the loess and back to the sky, sweating and smelling muddy, I returned home, picked up the earthen pot and enamel jar, and drank a big mouthful of the strong tea that had been brewed and cooled long ago. It was refreshing.

As for whether the tea is good or not, that doesn't matter, who has the time to pay attention to what kind of tea is good and what soup is bright after working hard all day?

White-collar workers in the office love to drink tea, and what they drink is a taste.They always maintain that little bit of modesty, holding the glass and looking at the few pieces of bright green tea leaves floating in it, sipping tea that is neither bitter nor particularly fragrant, listening to a lazy song Sachs maintains a petty bourgeois sentiment that can be smelled from head to toe without labeling.

Bosses love to drink tea because they hope to get rid of the vulgarity of money and look for an elegant life.But after all, they lack the taste and feelings of elegance. Even if drinking tea is an elegant thing, they can only use money to judge the quality of tea and the level of taste, so this elegant behavior has fallen into the state of vulgarity again. .

The artist likes to drink tea, holding a cigarette with his hands that can turn decay into magic, and watching the tea art performance of a delicate girl turning her hands over clouds and raining with her eyes that are good at discovering beauty. Yizhong enjoys his own spiritual world, and his keen artistic sense and thoughts fly freely among the fragrances of cigarettes, tea and women. After returning home, with a swipe of a pen, he becomes a masterpiece that can be sold at a high price in the gallery.

Qi Wufei has never had any obsessive thoughts about drinking tea, and he thinks that the so-called tea ceremony is just a slapstick of literati and refined guests.

But today's sip gave him a new understanding of tea.

Sure enough, everything can enter the Tao!

He drank the tea in the cup, put down the cup slowly, and asked, "What kind of tea is this?"

Dongyue said, "Luoshen tea."

"Luoshen tea..." Qi Wufei heard this kind of tea for the first time, and thought of "Luoshen Fu", and began to chant, "...as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like a flowing wind... ..."

Dongyue quietly waited for him to finish singing, then brewed another bowl, filled three cups, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qi also likes poetry?"

Qi Wufei said: "I am a layman, only yearning for the beauty in poetry."

Dongyue said: "Mr. is a man of temperament, unlike some people who pretend to be elegant, and his vulgarity lies in his bones. Mr. Qi is vulgar in his skin and elegant in his flesh and blood."

Qi Wufei finished his second cup of tea and said: "You don't need to praise me, I don't pay for tea, if you want to collect money, you can find her."

Duanmuwei said: "You really don't need to boast. If you say you are vulgar, you are really vulgar."

Dongyue smiled slightly, and said: "The tea has been drunk, can Mr. Qi do a fortune-telling?"

Qi Wufei glanced at her and said, "What does Miss Dongyue want?"

Dongyue thought about it seriously, then suddenly smiled, and said, "Actually, I don't know what it is. Xiaowei can help me think of one."

Duanmuwei said: "Can others think about this too? Hmm... Foretelling is accurate depends on the present, so let's count what will happen today."

Qi Wufei said heartily, my silly young lady, aren't you tearing me down, you brought me here, we just have to cheat for tea and drink, it's not good to play off.

Dongyue smiled and said: "I know the truth that nothing can be done without divination. If nothing happens today, it's meaningless to forget it. Why don't you just count it in the near future, how about a limit of ten days?"

Knowing that she was stepping down the steps for him, Qi Wufei suddenly moved in his heart and said, "No need, let's just take care of today's business."

Dongyue was taken aback, and said, "Really?"

Qi Wufei pretended to count, and said: "There will be a visitor tonight, but... I'm afraid it won't bring good news."

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Chapter 170 The past of the widow of the king

Duanmuwei looked at Qi Wufei curiously, she was a bit skeptical about his calculation of tonight's events with such certainty, and asked: "Last time I saw you make up a hexagram, and you had to fold thorns to make up the number of days, don't you need any props today? ?”

Qi Wufei said: "Tianji enters Yi, and it cares about one heart. When your heart is moved, you can occupy it at any time, regardless of things. I saw the hairpin on Miss Dongyue's head just now, and suddenly my heart moved, so I took it with plum blossoms. Hexagram, we know that there will be visitors tonight. It’s just that the hairpin is sharp, and it may be broken when it gets into the hair. Just now when I started the hexagram, I saw a flower petal falling into the water from nowhere by the lake. Therefore, the injured person, Flowers. And this flower has no roots, it is a very rare flower, and if it falls in the water, there is no trace to be found.”

Dongyue murmured: "A very rare flower... no trace to be found... Can Mr. Qi express it?"

Qi Wufei said: "You can't ask about the secrets of heaven, everything will be known tonight."

Dongyue poured them another cup of tea and said, "Thank you sir for your hexagram, please drink this cup again."

Qi Wufei said: "Why do I hear this, it seems that after drinking this cup, I won't be allowed to drink again?"

Dongyue said with a smile: "You can only drink three cups of Luoshen tea, otherwise you will get drunk."

It was the first time Qi Wufei heard that drinking tea would make him drunk, and he didn't believe it.

Duanmuwei said: "Sister Dongyue is telling the truth. She always makes two cups of tea for people. Today is an unprecedented three cups."

Qi Wufei said, "Don't tell me that I was the first to drink three cups."

Dongyue said: "That's not likely, but very rarely."

Qi Wufei nodded, drank the third cup of tea, looked at the sky and said, "See if the rain won't stop, I should say goodbye."

Dongyue didn't hold back either, she just smiled and said, "It seems that I'm going to make tea for guests tonight."

Qi Wufei said: "Maybe they don't drink tea."

Sitting in front of the coffee table, Dongyue looked at the burning charcoal in the charcoal stove, seeming to be thoughtful.

It wasn't until Duanmu Wei said goodbye that she put away the coffee table and tea set, and waved again, and the floating green shade in the middle of the terrace disappeared.

Qi Wufei saw that there was an extra green leaf on the garnet hand on her wrist.

Qi Wufei and Duanmuwei went downstairs, and after going out, he looked back at the signboard of Xueqinlou, and asked puzzledly: "It's obviously a teahouse, why is it called Qinlou?"

Qinlou, the Qinlou, always reminds people of brothels.

Qi Wufei also thought so before.

Judging from the information obtained by all parties, Hailiu Bahua is just a high-level social butterfly in the practice world. Of course, in the upper class, they are called ladies.

For example, Zhuhua, who was born in a hard life, finally entered the door of practice, but worshiped a beast master, and as a result went astray, and died once, leaving a lonely soul to wait for the next life.

She is not bad, although her body is polluted, her soul is not polluted, otherwise Qi Fong Fei would not agree to deliver the antidote for her.

But since meeting Dongyue and drinking these three cups of tea, Qi Wufei feels that she is not that kind of person.And he felt that she had a special taste, or rather, there was such an inhuman taste.I don't know what she has experienced, how she cultivated such a state of mind and temperament.

Duanmuwei said: "It's called Qinlou, of course it is famous for its qin. Dongyue is also a master at playing the qin, but there are few people who know how to play the qin, so her qin art is not as famous as the tea art. Sea pomegranates are all talented, but I I admire Dongyue the most, she is like a celestial being, she does not eat the fireworks of the world. The others are just ordinary people."

Qi Wufei said: "It's rare, the eldest lady of the Duanmu family still has a woman whom I admire."

Duanmuwei said: "What's so strange about this, I admire many people, such as your sister Wang from the City God's Department."

"Sister Wang?" Qi Wufei asked curiously, "What do you admire about her?"

Duanmuwei said: "Thank you, Miss Wang misses you so much, you really don't know her at all. Back then, she was a famous flower in Nalan City. She was not only beautiful, but also extremely talented. How many people's dream lovers!"

Qi Wufei was very interested in the matter of Widow Wang, so he asked, "Then how did she become a widow and how did she go to Honggu County?"

Duanmuwei said: "I'm not very clear about the details. I only heard that the person who proposed marriage broke through the threshold of the Wang family, but Miss Qionghua didn't like it. Instead, she fell in love with a poor boy from Nanbuzhou. Seeing that the man was wearing strange clothes, very shabby, and he couldn't tell the origin, of course he objected. Sister Qionghua has a staunch temper, and she did not hesitate to abandon her decades of penance, just to be with the one she loves."

"and after?"