After Ziyuan revealed her Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea skill, the audience on and off the stage were dumbfounded for a moment. Only Shen Wan was so excited that his face flushed red, he stood up suddenly, and walked towards the stage tremblingly. , his mouth was trembling, and his eyes were fixed on the bowl of Huangshan Maofeng with the misty white air. After a while, he said in a trembling voice: "This kind of tea art should only be found in the sky. How many times in the world can you hear this. Master, can you live forever after drinking this tea?"
Although Shen Wanchai saw that Ziyuan was not only beautiful but also young, he never dared to regard the person in front of him as a vase. He knew that only a master-level tea master could produce such a masterpiece, so he respectfully called Ziyuan As a master, I dare not take any offense.
Zi Yuan smiled slightly and said jokingly: "Immortality is not a given, but it is possible to stay calm and concentrate your energy and prolong your life."
There was a hint of disappointment in Shen Wancai's eyes, but he quickly became excited again and asked respectfully: "Can I have a drink?"
Ziyuan gracefully opened her palm and signaled: "Please do so."
At this time, it was extremely quiet on and off the stage. Except for Li Yundong, Zhong Qingsong, Lin Xueqing who were fighting, and Su Chan, Ruan Hongling and others who were dragging the tea table with their true energy, everyone was looking straight at the stage. He looked at Shen Wancai eagerly, wishing he could drag this bad old man down, then say a few words to this beautiful fairy and drink a bowl of fairy tea.
Shen Wancai was so excited that his hands were trembling, and he stretched out his hands to pick up the cup of tea that Zhang Guolao was riding on the donkey backwards. He was holding the teacup, and the teacup was swaying in the air, spilling a lot of tea, and making the stage angry. Many people felt another burst of slander in their hearts.
Shen Wancai brought the tea cup to his mouth, took a careful sip, then raised his head and drank it all. He only felt that the cup of tea hit his throat, and his whole body became hot, steaming and full of strength. , but when the tea reaches the intestines and stomach, the heat will reveal a coolness and aroma, making people feel relaxed and refreshed.
Even Shen Wancai himself didn't know that it was Ziyuan's previous methods that were too amazing, which gave him a strong psychological suggestion that drinking this bowl of immortal tea would make him a saint, or that this bowl of Huangshan Maofeng was the real Its fragrance is elegant and unparalleled in the world.
After Shen Wancai drank a cup of tea, he couldn't help but burst into tears for a while. After staying on the stage for a long time, he let out a long sigh and choked up: "I have lived for most of my life and have been to countless places. It was the first time I saw such a tea art that only an immortal can drink, and it was the first time I drank the immortal tea that only an immortal can drink. To this day, I feel that my life has not been in vain."
Some of the audience in the audience who didn't know Shen Wancai's identity thought that the old man was a little nervous, but the referee on the stage and Zheng Youming in the audience knew very well about Shen Wancai's background and strength.
This old man started from scratch when he was sixteen years old. He traveled all over the country when he was more than 20 years old. When he was more than 30 years old, he went south to Shenzhen. He finally made his first pot of gold in Shenzhen and has been out of control ever since. He established a large-scale light industry group across the country. When he was fifty years old, he moved the group headquarters back to his hometown of Tiannan City. He received a warm welcome from the city government and became the top tycoon in Tiannan City. His name was not only in Tiannan City, but also in Tiannan City. It is well known in the business community and is also extremely loud in other provinces and cities.
Those who know Shen Wancai even know that this old man has single-handedly founded a business kingdom with businesses all over Southeast Asia, the Middle East and Europe. He has experienced countless storms, wins and losses in his life, and his character has not only been polished to be as tough as iron, but also He also developed a proud, conceited, domineering character. It would be impossible for ordinary people to say a word or two to him, let alone receive such praise.
Seeing that he was in tears while drinking tea, Ziyuan smiled and said: "It's sad to be happy, but sad to the lungs. An old man must maintain a calm mind when drinking tea. Otherwise, if his mood is not good, it will be useless to drink any panacea."
Shen Wancai was not called Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen and other honorifics on weekdays. How could he be called an old man by a young man? Shen You and Shen Hui, who were watching in the background, were shocked at the same time and thought to themselves: "That's bad, old man." Dad is going crazy, he hates people saying he is old."
But when Shen Wan heard Ziyuan say that he was an old man, he was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he sighed: "Yes, you are right. The bowl of tea I just drank was in vain."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ziyuan again and said with a rather flattering smile: "Can I have another drink?"
Shen Wancai is not an ordinary person. He is a judge and a business tycoon. When he said these words, the audience in the audience cursed secretly. The referee on the stage was even more angry: If you drink, we will lose. Have you had a drink? Let us also try what this fairy tea tastes like!
Ziyuan didn't know what they were thinking, so she smiled at Shen Wancai and said, "Please do."
Shen Wancai was overjoyed and immediately picked up another cup of tea, as if he had found a treasure. This time, he did not drink it all in one gulp. Instead, he tasted it carefully and slowly, sighed, and recited a poem: "The people of Yue have left me a treasure. "Xi Ming, I picked golden buds and cooked them in a golden tripod. The white porcelain is snow-colored and has a foamy fragrance, which is like the jelly pulp of immortals."
Zi Yuan smiled slightly at the side and continued: "One drink will wash away my sleepiness, and my thoughts will be filled with refreshing thoughts; drink again to clear my mind, and suddenly it will be like flying rain sprinkled with light dust; after three drinks, I will achieve enlightenment, so there is no need to work hard to get rid of worries."
When Shen Wancai saw that Ziyuan actually knew this extremely rare poem about drinking tea, he was suddenly surprised and happy. He laughed and said in a rogue manner: "Since three drinks can lead to enlightenment, then I still have one cup left."
At this time, Ziyuan did not speak. The audience gave up and shouted: "You old man is so shameless. Two drinks are not enough. You want to drink a third one? How shameless!"
"That's right, get down quickly!"
Shen Wancai was not angry either, with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and waved to the judges on the stage: "Let's all taste it together!"
With his greeting, the other judges and judges dared to step down from their seats and come to the tea table one after another to taste the cups of tea. Some of them had stomachs full of ink. After drinking it, they uttered a series of praises and shook their heads. Some of them had stomachs full of ink. There was nothing in it, so I kept shouting praises.
Zheng Youming was jealous from the audience, so he took advantage of the chaos on the stage to squeeze in. He just stretched out his hand to get the last cup of tea, but saw Shen Wancai suddenly say: "Mr. Zheng, this cup of tea is for me." Give it to me?"
Zheng Youming's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air. He raised his head and glanced at Shen Wancai, forcing a dry smile on his face.
Shen Wancai leaned forward, tilted his head, and glanced sideways at him: "What? You don't want to?"
Zheng Youming was so excited at the sight of Shen Wancai that he immediately retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "If Mr. Shen wants to drink tea, how can I dare to snatch it from him?"
Shen Wancai laughed. He turned to look at the other judges and judges: "Do you have any opinions?"
He seemed to be asking, but how could these people dare to say no? They shook their heads one after another, and flattered each other: "We are only half-immortals who drank two drinks. Mr. Shen, if you drink three drinks in a row, that's one drink." There are whole immortals, instead of having one more half-immortal, why not one more whole immortal, so that we can follow the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven together!"
Shen Wancai burst out laughing: "How am I an immortal..." He pointed at Ziyuan and said, "This is an immortal!"
With that said, he cupped his fist and saluted Ziyuan, then picked up the tea cup and shouted to the audience: "Since everyone asked me to drink it, I will drink it."
The audience in the audience laughed and cursed when they saw that the old man was so thick-skinned.
Shen Wancai didn't care what they said. He raised his head and drank the third cup in one gulp. Others on the stage took a look and saw that the inside of his cup was as clean as water. Not even a drop of tea was left. , although they had smiles on their faces, they felt sad in their hearts.
Zheng Youming, in particular, looked at the empty tea cup eagerly and thought: As the organizer of such a tea culture and art competition, what kind of thing is it that he can't even take a sip of fairy tea?
Seeing that Shen Wancai had finished drinking, Ziyuan smiled and said, "Now that the tea has been finished, please comment, who is the first place?"
After she said this, Zheng Youming suddenly became excited and quickly gave Shen Wancai a wink.
Shen Wancai seemed not to have seen it. After drinking three bowls of tea, he regained his composure. He looked at Ziyuan with interest and suddenly asked: "Just now when I was about to drink the third bowl of tea, Why didn't you ask this question first? If you had asked it at that time, I would definitely have said that you were number one. Aren't you afraid that I would retaliate now that I have finished drinking the tea?"
Ziyuan smiled calmly: "The justice of nature is in the heart! If you can speak against your own conscience, then this fairy tea will become ordinary water, and you will become a mortal even if you have become an immortal. As the saying goes, a true person does not lie. That’s what it means.”
Shen Wancai laughed, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Well said! You must be the first! If you don't want to be first, I, Shen Wancai, will be the first to disagree!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, other judges and referees who looked at him eagerly also said: "Ziyuan should be first!"
Zheng Youming felt his calves tremble when he heard this, his face turned pale, and he was so angry: You old bastard, you are so generous with my money, this is a competition organized by me, I paid for the prize money, but in the end I didn't drink If you get a sip of fairy tea, you will be charged two million for it? What the hell is this?
Zheng Youming burst into tears. He felt that the most tragic thing in the world was this, but the most tragic thing was...he actually had to put on a smile and then loudly announced that Ziyuan was the first in the competition.
What the hell kind of world is this? Is there any law of heaven? Is there any law of the king?
But Zheng Youming is not a simple person. The moment his face froze, he immediately squeezed out a smile, and then said loudly with a look of joy and pride: "Congratulations to Miss Ziyuan and her Huang Shanmao for participating in the competition. Feng won first place in the competition!”
Su Chan and Ruan Hongling in the audience couldn't help but sigh when they saw his appearance. They felt that this person's thick skin and quick expression change were really rare in the world.
As soon as Zheng Youming loudly announced the results on the stage, there was a burst of cheers from the audience. In this burst of cheers, Li Yundong, Zhong Qingsong and Lin Xueqing suddenly decided the winner.
Li Yundong was one against two, but he did not lose at all. On the contrary, although Zhong Qingsong and Lin Xueqing were both in the realm of Yang God Nascent Soul, their true energy in their bodies was not as good as Li Yundong's boy's golden elixir energy, but they were crushed to death by him.
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Li Yundong secretly fought with the two of them, but he was listening in all directions at the same time. When he heard that Ziyuan won the first place, he was immediately determined. He did not want to have a big fight with these two people in public, so he said:
"The winner has been decided on the stage. Do we have to face life and death in the audience before we can stop?"
At this time, both Zhong Qingsong and Lin Xueqing tried their best to resist Li Yundong's majestic true energy. They were in a state of concentration, not squinting, not listening, not to mention speaking, even moving their eyes was extremely difficult.
, but they saw that Li Yundong could still speak when he was one against two, and his voice was as loud as usual. They were immediately shocked, and they were shocked: This Li Yundong looks only twenty years old, why is the true energy in his body so strong?
One against two, you still have the energy to speak? Even if you start practicing from the mother's womb, you will never be able to practice to such an extent!
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