I deliver food in the Southern Song Dynasty

"Mr. Ning is Mr. Ning. Looking at my mighty Song Dynasty, when it comes to tea skills, it can be said that I have no rivals."

"It's a pity that Mr. Ning was born in our era. If he was born in the Daguan and Xuanhe years, he can stand side by side with Xiong Fan, Cai Xiang and others, and he will have more attainments."

"Although there is no suspense in this competition, but to witness Mr. Ning's tea skills with one's own eyes, there is no regret in death."

"I don't know if Mr. Ning accepts apprentices, but if he accepts apprentices, I wonder if he is willing to accept me, who is over fifty years old..."

There was a lot of noise from the guests in the audience, and Mr. Ning was the only one discussing.

Dong Wunian walked up to the stage, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning is indeed worthy of the nickname of Jiangnan tea fairy. I just don't know, Mr. Ning, has he ever heard of Jiangnan tea sage?"

"Tea Saint?"

"It's Zen Master Zhiyu of Dade Xutang of Jingshan Temple. However, Zen Master Xutang did not come today, but sent one of his attendants, Zen Master Nanpu Zhaoming, for tea ceremony. I wonder if Mr. Ning is interested in meeting this Zhaoming How about a Zen master?"

Under Dong Wunian's gracious introduction, a young monk in a gray robe and straw sandals stepped onto the stage.But I saw that monk's skin was fair and clean, his temperament was as blue as jade, and he was calm and quiet.

Continuous discussions broke out again in the audience.

"Zhan Master Zhaoming! Ah, I didn't expect that Zen Master Zhaoming was invited to this tea fight party!"

"Paper window, bamboo house and hibiscus fence, guests go to Artemisia soup for lunch. When you read the scriptures and move the case, you will see the bright moon, and you will fold wild flowers in a hairpin and vase for Buddha. This tea verse I like is written by him."

"The tea monk I admire the most, and the tea fairy I love the most, are going to fight in front of me, ahhhhhh!"

Mr. Ning carefully looked at Zhao Ming, who was empty-handed, and whispered something thoughtfully to Qin Wei and Lan Zhou behind him.Just didn't hear what was said.

"Zhan Master Zhaoming, Xiao Ke has admired his name for a long time, and has read all of Zen Master's writings. How lucky I am to be able to learn tea skills with Zen Master Zhaoming. I would like to ask Zen Master to give me some advice."

Zhaoming answered clearly: "The monks have no intention of winning or losing. Donor Dong just invited the monk to order a cup of tea for Donor Ning. The monk only hopes that Donor Ning will not dislike the poor tea made by the monk."

"How come, how come. Chan Master Zhaoming, please."

Although Zhaoming was very humble and docile, Mr. Ning still did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and his expression was still serious.

"Here, sir."

Qinwei presented Mr. Ning with a ball of tea leaves imprinted with patterns of dragons and phoenixes. The tea buds are as fine as silk, and the color is as bright as jade.

The audience instantly boiled!

"This... this tea is..."

Mr. Ning proudly signaled to the audience: "That's right, this is Longtuan Shengxue."

"Dragon Tuan Shengxue! The Dragon Tuan Shengxue made by Zheng Kewen, Xuanhe tea sage!"

Mr. Ning introduced both to the guests and to Zhaoming: "This tea is refined from silver thread water buds, and each branch of tea only takes a strand of its core, which is stored in a precious vessel and soaked in clear springs. It is bright and clean, like a silver thread. It is made of a new square inch, and there are small dragons winding on it, so it is called: "Dragon Tuan Shengxue."

"This is an ancient and anecdotal, unprecedented tea of ​​the highest quality, and it has long been extinct in the market! Mr. Ning, where did you receive this tea?" Dong Wunian couldn't sit still.

Mr. Ning smiled and did not answer, and after making a gesture with his eyes, Qin Wei cut Long Tuan Shengxue into two parts, and presented one part to Zhao Ming who was opposite.

"Zhan Master Zhaoming, since we are going to fight tea, we should use the same tea leaves, right? Chan Master Zhaoming, although I don't know if you have heard of our Long Tuan Sheng Xue tea in the Song Dynasty, but I think that with the attainments of a Zen master, no matter what tea you mix, Tea, there will be no problem."

Zhaoming nodded, expressing his acceptance of Mr. Ning's tea.

Seeing that his opponent had entered the set, Mr. Ning fiddled with the firewood on the table with great satisfaction, and explained to Dong Wunian and the audience with some flamboyance: "In the past, when we ordered tea, we always liked to wait for the first boil, the second boil and the third boil. The sound of the eyes is the first boiling, the flowing water along the edge is the second boiling, and the surging waves are the third boiling. But the ancient tea is different. Due to the age of the ancient tea, even though it has been carefully preserved, it will inevitably dry up and turn yellow. The most important thing is to The taste of ancient tea is far from what we drink today. To rejuvenate the taste of ancient tea that people love today, a special method must be used.”

"A special way?"

"Must go straight to the third boil!"

After saying this, Mr. Ning clenched his lips, lifted the lid of the pot, and poured boiling water into the teacup!

Qin Wei and Lan Zhou who were beside her were anxious: "Sir, burn your hands carefully!"

Before it was too late, Mr. Ning had already scalded her right hand, which was red and swollen, but there was no trace of fear on her face, and there was no tremor in the movements of her hand.

"If you want to order a real ancient tea, how can you care about such a trivial matter as burning your hands. Mr. Dong, please. This cup is the tribute tea that Huizong loved the most back then, Silver Silk Bingya."

Dong Wunian took the teacup and looked at it. The leaves of the tea leaves were shining like silver threads like snow, like a fragrant forest full of plum fragrance, like a promenade with fresh snow falling...

Ah, God!

Dong Wunian has nothing to say.

Mr. Ning cast a provocative look at Zhaoming.

"Zhan Master Zhaoming, I also hope that you will not waste the rare and top-quality tea leaves in this world."

"Young monk dare not."

Ancient tea is ancient tea after all, even if ordinary tea lovers have obtained ancient tea, they dare not make it lightly.Because ancient tea is really difficult to adjust, if you are not careful, it can be completely destroyed.It is not easy to restore the ancient tea. Mr. Ning can figure out this point and make the ancient tea glow with new vitality, which is amazing enough.How will the Fusang Zen monk who does not know ancient tea deal with it?

Just when everyone was saying that Mr. Ning was really amazing, and was sweating for Zhaoming, Zhaoming was ecstatically watching the sunset in the distance outside the window.

The orange-pink glow in late summer is clear and clear, as if covering the West Lake and the mountain trees with a soft gauze.

"Amitabha Buddha. A man of wisdom, the heart is precious and true. The heart is true and empty, and there is no trace anywhere. The so-called King of Great Space shows incredible power. Besides thinking about the world, the visitor is exhausted. One cup of tea and one soup. The messenger will enter here."

Feeling the sight, Zhaoming adjusted the tea soup to a blue-gray color like the sky.

"This, what kind of tea soup is this..."

"Has Zen Master Zhaoming given up completely?"

Seeing this, Bai Li was also extremely surprised.

Just now Jiang Molan said that the color of the soup is a test of the tea maker's tea-making skills. The pure white color shows that the tea is fresh and tender with exquisite craftsmanship.If the color is blue, it means that the heat is not enough when steaming the tea.If the color turns gray, it means that the tea has been steamed.If the color turns yellow, it means that the tea leaves were not harvested in time.If the color is red, it means that the heat is too high during baking.Therefore, except for the milky white tea soup, it is all inferior.

But Zhaoming, dare to mix a cup of blue-gray tea? !

Zhaoming smiled at Qin again, "Can I borrow that little orange flower in girl's hair?"

Qin Wei hesitated, and after getting Mr. Ning's permission, she handed the little flower in her hair to Zhao Ming.

Zhaoming put the little flower on the left side of the tea soup, and then presented it to Mr. Ning himself.

"The little monk's one is just adjusted according to the mood, and it doesn't have a very special name. Since the tea color complements the sunset glow at this moment, and it is brilliant, it is better to call it Yehehua. This is the most beautiful in the little monk's heart. tea."

Mr. Ning was taken aback, not daring to try the tea.

"The little monk believes that the highest level of tea is to meet people's wishes. What is a person's will? However, different people have different minds. The so-called mind changes with the situation. To meet the mind is to make people want, not to find the other party's original If we wait for the tea lovers to cater to the wishes of others and abide by the rules, I am afraid that we will lose the original intention of tea and beauty, and also lose the will of others.”

After hearing this, Mr. Ning was also a little moved, so he took a small sip. He didn't want this small sip, but it tasted extremely sweet and smooth, so he couldn't help drinking half a cup, and finally drank it all greedily.

"Amitabha. Mr. Ning, everything is enough to like this nocturnal flower of the little monk."

Dong Wunian was stupefied watching from the sidelines, and hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Ning! Mr. Ning! You should also leave me a bite, otherwise how will I judge whether you two win or lose?"

But Mr. Ning said with a smile: "What is the judgment? I don't know about my own tea. I lost. The tea of ​​Zen Master Zhaoming is the real masterpiece of art, and it is also the most mellow in the world. Smooth, the purest. Get rid of the secular definition, defy the old rules, and return to the original in the most beautiful form. This kind of tea is the best."