As the sun sets in the west, at dusk, the sunset glow is like a bright red ribbon, as red as blood.
After the old shopkeeper of the small teahouse sent away his old friend, he had been alone these days. Watching the sunset, the old man stood up and started making tea. The tea jar he took out from the counter was thrown into his hands.
If you mention it, you actually know that there are not many tea leaves left in it.
Thinking about this, the old shopkeeper, who was already full of wrinkles, now has more wrinkles on his face. The wrinkles are piled up layer by layer. It looks like there are many unspeakable things inside.
A bitter past.
He reached into the tea jar, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, and threw them into the big iron pot. The old man closed the lid and sat back down, as if he didn't need to worry about the heat, as long as he could drink a pot of good tea when the time came.
But really speaking, I guess the old man in front of me has just been making tea all his life. Many things have been engraved in his life for a long time and cannot be changed.
I don't know how long it took, but the old man opened his eyes, waved his hand, grabbed a handful of mist, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then frowned and looked up at the door.
There was no oil lamp in the house, only the weak firelight used to make tea, so it was quite dark. There was still a hint of twilight outside the door, but it was mostly blocked by a figure at the moment.
The old man became energetic and said with a smile, "You rare visitor, why are you here again?"
The figure stepped into the teahouse, smiled and clasped his fists, saying, "I'm sorry for bothering you, senior."
The old man looked at this young man whom he had just met a few days ago, and was a little happy. He didn't know why, maybe it was because he was old, and seeing those older guys now couldn't make him happy. Instead, he saw these young guys.
Only young people find it interesting.
"Come if you want. The old man doesn't have any other skills, but it's not difficult for you to come and have a sip of tea."
The old man stood up, took out two large porcelain bowls, and placed them on the table. Compared with last time, this time he seemed less concerned.
The visitor looked at the tea set with some confusion and curiosity.
The old man saw the young man's doubts and smiled patiently: "With different tea leaves, the taste of the brewed tea will be different, and the tea sets used to serve it will also be different. Not all tea is suitable for being filled with good tea sets. It is not suitable.
No matter how good it is, it’s useless.”
The young man sat down and nodded with a smile, "Senior, is it true that even the water for making tea is different?"
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
"Of course, some teas can be made from well water, but some teas have to be made from mountain spring water, lake water, stream water, or even mist water. Tea can be brewed. It depends on which type of tea is most suitable."
The young man thought for a while and said, "It seems that the records in the "Tea Classic" are not comprehensive enough."
The old man sneered and said, "Even if the Tea Book is like this, after so many years, it is still the best book about tea in the world. However, the person who wrote the book did not die after finishing the book. After that, he lived and had more and more life experiences.
There are so many books that I can’t compare to when I was writing books back then.”
The young man finally pierced the window paper and asked with a smile, "Senior Lu, do you want to make tea here for the rest of your life?"
The old man was a little dazed when he heard this title, but he quickly said nonchalantly, "You are worthy of being a guardian. At your age, it is rare to have such good vision."
Naturally, the visitor had just left Xishan, walked around, and stayed in Jianzong before arriving at Chen Chao in Yingzhou.
"The situation in the north is very dangerous right now?"
The old man raised his head and signaled Chen Chao to bring him some tea, but he picked up a bowl first and took two sips.
Chen Chao said calmly, "The demon clan will soon use all its strength to move south. At that time, it will be difficult to tell the situation clearly."
The old man nodded, "One day, I will lose my old life over there, but don't expect me to accomplish anything. I will only make tea in this life, and my practice is just to make tea for more days. Really
If you want to fight someone, let alone the one with the sword, I'm afraid even you can kill me here with a few punches."
Some people practice cultivation to achieve immortality, while others do it for the extra time to do other things.
Everyone wants different things.
Chen Chao took a sip of tea and said with emotion, "To be honest with you, senior, this time I come here, I not only want to drink tea, but also want to discuss Taoism with my senior."
The old man joked, "On Tao? What can you and an old man like me discuss?"
Chen Chao said seriously, "Since the senior is a tea sage, I think his attainments in tea ceremony are unparalleled in the world."
The old man squinted his eyes, looked at Chen Chao, and said, "When you get to the door, do you want to take the kind of view of the world?"
Wandao, open a way for yourself?"
Chen Chao nodded.
In this regard, Chen Chao does not need to hide anything, it is what it is and there is nothing to hide.
The old man did not speak in a hurry, but reached out to pick up a piece of tea residue from the tea, threw it out casually, and then said to himself, "You can participate in any of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the sword cultivator lineage, and the Qi refiner lineage."
I understand, but my tea-making skills are indeed of no use, so there is no need to waste time on them."
As he spoke, the old man was actually a little bitter. What he had studied for his entire life was actually not that important.
If people don’t drink tea, they won’t die.
Chen Chao remained silent, not knowing what to say.
"If that bitch Cao Zhong is here, I should be able to chat with you, but that thin lover has been disappearing all day long, and I can't find any trace of him."
The old man rubbed his brow, as if mentioning that person made him want to curse.
Chen Chao smiled and said, "Is that Dong Zi?"
The old man nodded. There is nothing to hide about this matter now.
Chen Chao suddenly asked curiously, "There should be a lot of romantic figures like Senior and Dong Zi still alive in the world, right?"
Neither the old man nor Dong Zi were common people of this dynasty. Before seeing them, most people, including the Chen Dynasty, only thought that they only existed in history books, but later thinking about it, in fact, they
If the realm of outsiders is high enough, they can live for many more years. However, they practice in seclusion in the mountains and do not care about the change of dynasties in the world, so they cannot say which dynasty they belong to. But if Dong Zi and the others have the opportunity to practice hard, they will reach a certain age.
Realm, it is not impossible to live for so many years.
The old man looked down at the tea. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Not much. You seem to have forgotten how difficult it is to break through the state of forgetfulness. If you can't break it, you can't live for a while, but you won't live long."
"Also, maybe not everyone is as shameless as I and that thin lover, and will live on. No matter whether they are scholar-bureaucrats or generals, they are probably determined to perish with the country."
The old man drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, patted the table, and said mockingly to himself, "It's useless, it's useless!"
Chen Chao didn't speak, just drank the tea from the bowl.
The old man looked up
He looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and suddenly said to himself, "Do you know? There is a very common kind of tea. Many years ago, there was a place called Gyeongju. That place was foggy all year round, and the water vapor was too abundant.
The people there have been soaking in the water all year round, and their whole bodies are covered with cold air. Therefore, they invented a kind of food called hot pot. It is full of chili peppers and is extremely spicy. It is not something that ordinary people can try. However, the people over there are not satisfied yet.
, I kept improving the recipe of the pot base, and later I actually figured out that using tea to cook hot pot will give a great taste, and the tea made from tea leaves has become an indispensable thing in hot pot."
Chen Chao looked at the old man in front of him and didn't understand what he meant by these words.
The old man glanced at Chen Chao and continued to talk to himself, "I heard about this, so I went to Qingzhou Mansion in person and had a hot pot meal, but I really couldn't stand the spiciness of the hot pot. There was nothing I could do about it.
It’s not something you can handle if your cultivation level is high enough, but the tea was very good. I drank a few cups and then bought some tea tree saplings from the local area. After I brought them back, I spent twenty years growing the tea trees.”
"The tea tree is really easy to grow, easy to grow, and has a high rate of tea production. No wonder the price keeps going up."
At this point, the old man glanced at Chen Chao and said with a smile, "Do you think that I have talked a lot of nonsense and it is not interesting?"
Chen Chao said nothing.
The old man smiled and said, "Later, I used another method to tan the tea leaves, and it actually produced a miraculous effect. Do you want to know what it is?"
Chen Chao asked, "What is it?"
"Dream."
The old man looked at Chen Chao in front of him and said with a smile, "It seems like you just heard nonsense. It's no different from the so-called calming soup."
Chen Chao said, "For people like Senior Lu, it would never be so simple."
The old man nodded and said with a smile, "Of course it's not easy."
"Since you want to listen to my tea ceremony and see my way, it is useless to listen to me. There are some things in my mind that may be of some benefit to you."
The old man looked at the tea in front of him and said, "When you are in a dream, you think you are in your own dream."
Chen Chao felt a little dizzy at this moment, but he still managed to hold on and asked, "How did senior know my purpose in the first place?"
The old man looked at him and smiled and said, "Do you really think that an old man like me can only make tea?"