Fusang tea ceremony originated from Yanhuang, but after thousands of years of exhibition, it has already possessed its own unique style. It emphasizes the integration of Zen tea, with the purpose of "harmony, respect, and tranquility". It is to make tea, make tea, make tea, offer tea, and taste tea.

In the process, experience the illusion of worldly affairs and the impermanence of life.

Hattori Bingyue rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of white wrists as white as jade, ignited the charcoal in the air furnace and the rosin in the copper furnace, and placed the tea pot filled with clear water on the air furnace, with an extremely elegant movement.

As a few cigarettes rose from the copper stove, a quiet and peaceful Zen spirit spread throughout the room.

After doing all this, Hattori Izuki knelt down, looked straight at Lin Chong with beautiful eyes and said softly: "Mr. Lin, our original plan is going to change."

"Um?"

Lin Chong made a questioning nasal sound.

Hattori Bingyue put a tea cup, put a few tea leaves into the tea cup, and said lightly: "I wonder if Mr. Lin has heard of the Dongdu Longtou Club?"

Lin Chong shook his head: "I have never heard of it."

"Lin Jun is not from Fusang, so it's normal that he hasn't heard of it."

Hattori Fujimori lowered his eyes and stared at the burning charcoal fire in the breeze furnace. He placed his hands flat on his knees, like a classic lady walking out of the painting: "The East Capital Dragon Head Club is a black and white road in Tokyo, held to divide the territory.

This is called the Leading Conference because the brains of major forces will also participate.

"Why tell me about this?"

Lin Chong narrowed his eyes, and a flash of light flashed deep in his pupils: "Will the dragon head be held in the near future?"

"Exactly."

Hattori nodded and said, "Just half an hour ago, I received an invitation from Beichen Yidaoliu, Jingxin Aizhiru, and Sukiyoshi Association. It invited me and I to attend the Leading Club tomorrow morning."

"So what? What do you want me to do?" Lin Chong asked straight to the point.

Just as the two were talking, the tea pot placed on the breeze stove suddenly made a "gurgling" sound, and the clear water inside had already boiled.

Hattori Bingyue lifted the tea pot and slowly poured the boiling water into the tea cup. As the boiling water submerged the tea leaves, a refreshing tea fragrance spread to Lin Chong's nose.

"Mr. Lin, please."

Hattori Bingyue picked up the teacup and handed it to Lin Chong with both hands.

Although Lin Chong was not familiar with the Fusang tea ceremony, he also knew what to do at this time. He also took the teacup with both hands and looked down at the cup.

I don’t know what tea leaves Hattori Bingyue used. The whole cup of tea is light green, clear and transparent, and the fragrance is quiet and quiet. It makes people feel calm when they watch it, and it makes people forget the world when they hear it.

Lin Chong took a sip, and the warm tea slid down his throat, and a warm current suddenly emerged from his body, and he couldn't help but feel excited: "Good tea."

"This is Yulu Tea. Hattori has a tea mountain with more than 3,000 tea trees planted, of which only 30 tea trees can produce Yulu. Only truly noble guests are qualified to drink it."

Hattori's beautiful eyes shining: "Lin Jun, you are the only guest I have been entertaining with Yulu tea in the past twenty-three years."

Hearing Hattori Bingyue say this, even though Lin Chong is determined and has a strong will and a steely heart, he is deeply moved and said seriously: "I am not honored!"

"Mr. Lin, let's put it aside in advance. You can taste the tea slowly and let me dance for you."

Hattori slowly stood up, bent down and picked up the folding fan on the coffee table next to him. He gently covered his small mouth, looked at his beautiful eyes, and instantly revealed endless charm.

Her lotus steps moved lightly, her jade feet in her white socks stepped on the bamboo mat, her clothes flew and danced gracefully.

The long collar and wide sleeves are like a waterfall, the movements are soothing and elegant, the slender waist swings gently, and the hand and feet are raising, which exudes a mysterious and long-lasting meaning.

This is a witch dance, also known as a god music, which is used to respect gods, communicate with gods, and entertain gods.

Hattori Izuki danced this kind of dance in front of Lin Chong, and its significance was self-evident.

Lin Chong held a teacup in his hand, looked at Hattori's moving figure, and sat cross-legged in place, his black eyes were quiet, as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

Hattori Yoshiki danced while gently opening his cherry lips. The ethereal and ethereal singing came from his mouth, echoing in the room:

"I always think that the world is drifting in impermanence is like morning dew, the moon reflected in the water, the momentum is fleeting, the romantic figures are different from the past, fifty years of life, can they be bustling with life, dreams, famous in history, failure and annihilation, just fate...

”

Lin Chong listened silently, with no expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After the dance, Hattori Izumi fell down in front of Lin Chong, only half a meter away from him, as black as ink, as snow as the yukata, as jade as jade, and eyes as water, showing a charm that was enough to upside down to all beings.

"Mr. Lin, I always think it is fate to meet you." Hattori Izuki said indifferently.

Lin Chong raised his eyebrows slightly, not saying anything: "Is that true?"

"Lin Jun is really ruthless. Can't I make you smile when I perform so hard?"

Hattori Bingyue straightened her body, staring at Lin Chonggu Jing Wubo's face, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly: "What you give Bingyue is like a god standing tall in the clouds, as if there is no such thing as this world.

Anything can move you."

"It's not ruthless, I just don't know what expression to show."

Lin Chong said lightly: "I have received all the kindness of Miss Hattori, so please rest assured that I will never regret what I promised you."

Hattori's beautiful eyes lit up, and a smile reappeared on the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Lin said this, it's not a waste of my efforts. So this time, please disguise yourself as a ninja from the Hattori family and participate with me. Is it okay?

”

"Disguised as a ninja?"

Lin Chong frowned: "It must be like this?"

"Well, because only in this way can we hide Lin Jun's identity."

Hattori Izuki grabbed Lin Chong's arm, and a hint of pleading in his tone: "Is that OK?"

Lin Chong stared at her for a while, thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, but I'm not familiar with the way of fighting ninjas. Once I fight with someone, it's easy to reveal my flaws."

"No problem, there is still one day before the meeting of the leader, and I will guide Lin Jun step by step."

After getting Lin Chong's approval, Hattori felt relaxed all over, and used a folding fan to block the cherry's mouth, making a series of silver bell-like laughter.

"What am I going to do at the Dragon Head Meeting?" Lin Chong continued to ask.

"According to my guess, the kendo schools such as Beichen Yishu, Shinto Wuming, Mirror Heart Zhizhi, Natural Mind Flow, and underworld organizations such as Sukiyoshi Association and Kurokawa Association will participate. The 23rd District of Tokyo,

No one can stay out of the black and white forces. Although they don’t know the rules, fighting is inevitable.”

Hattori Izuki's beautiful eyes flashed with a light of thought: "Facing an ordinary opponent, Lin Jun doesn't need to fight, just stay by my side, but if you encounter an opponent that cannot be solved, you can only rely on Lin.
Chapter completed!