In Luoxue Valley, the heavy snow seems to never stop, rolling lightly, like feathers, fluttering in the melting moonlight, with icy muscles and jade bones, graceful, graceful and beautiful.
"Yuepu" is located outside the sea of flowers, shaped like a crescent moon. The lake is blue and deep. Near the shore, there is a pavilion called "Ningxu Pavilion". In the middle of the pavilion is a blue stone table, which is full of ancient charm.
It was a mottled place. Five people were sitting around the table, and an old man with white clothes like snow and white hair like frost sat at the top, with a kind face and an air of immortality.
A gust of wind blows, and the shadows of flowers on the shore are scattered, and the faint fragrance hits people.
An exquisite tea set was placed on the green tabletop, and an ancient copper kettle sat on the red clay stove. The water inside was already boiling, and the white water vapor curled into a mist.
Han Feng stood up, picked up the copper pot, and slowly poured water into the tea wash. There were purple teacups and teapots in the tea wash.
After scalding the cup and pot, Han Feng poured boiling water into the teapot, gently stirred up the foam with the lid, then closed the lid and poured out the boiling water to rinse away the foam outside the pot.
Han Feng slowly lifted the teapot. Huben thought Han Feng was going to pour tea, so he hurriedly picked up a small cup and went up to it. Unexpectedly, Han Feng smiled and poured all the tea into the tea wash.
Huben was stunned for a moment and said regretfully: "Boss, why did they all fall down? What a pity!"
Han Feng said nothing, and the white-haired old man and Long Fei laughed silently.
Qiu Shui laughed so hard that her branches trembled, and her heavenly voice was so haunting: "Silly boy, there are nine taboos about drinking tea. One of them is 'don't drink tea all over your head'. Don't you know?"
"Really? There are so many rules for drinking tea?" Huben was a little doubtful.
While speaking, Han Feng had already poured the second water into the teapot, and the tea buds floated up like hibiscus out of water, tender and lifelike.
Han Feng gently lifted the purple pottery pot, pressed the lid with one finger, turned the pot ninety degrees, with the spout facing down, and quickly poured it around the tea cups that had been lined up in a circle. Each cup was evenly colored and as clear as
Jade, the rising water vapor is like mist, and the fragrance of tea is astonishing.
"Master, this is the world-famous 'Purple Jade Cloud Tea', please try it!" Han Feng gently picked up a small teacup and held it in front of the white-haired old man with both hands.
The old man took the tea cup, put it to his lips, took a small sip, closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes for a long time, and praised: "Like the fragrance of an orchid, the elegance of a hibiscus, rich and fresh, and the aftertaste
Long and long, 'Purple Jade Cloud' is indeed the best tea!"
After hearing this, Huben impatiently picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, then smacked his lips and said: "Apart from being a little hot, it doesn't seem to have any special taste!"
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
Long Fei frowned and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, okay?"
Huben glared and said, "Why don't I understand? I'm telling the truth!"
Long Fei shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "What do you know? Drinking water like a cow like you are really insulting our Chinese tea ceremony!"
Huben was just about to say something when he glanced at Han Feng and the white-haired old man and said in astonishment: "Tea ceremony? What else is there to say about drinking tea? All I know is that when I'm thirsty, I drink it from a big bowl. It's almost impossible to use a small cup like this.
my life!"
The white-haired old man looked at Long Fei and Hu Ben, with deep affection in his eyes. Especially Huben's straightforward and outspoken nature won the old man's favor. Han Feng's personality was too quiet, and he cherished words like gold.
, although the old man is a Taoist, he actually prefers the innocence and publicity of children in his heart, so the arrival of Long Fei and Huben added a lot of laughter to the peaceful Luoxue Valley.
"Feng'er, how's your understanding of the 'Thirteen Misty Techniques' going?" The old man put down his cup and asked Han Feng with a smile.
After Han Feng returned to Luoxue Valley, under the guidance of his master, he combined his master's martial arts, "Xiaoyao Sect" mental methods and the results of research on martial arts from various schools in the world in recent years to create a unique set of movement techniques. This is what the old man calls it.
"The Thirteen Styles of Misty".
"Master, please give me some advice!" Han Feng smiled.
"Yes!" The old man nodded, stretched out his right palm, and a flower outside the pavilion was sucked into his hand from the air. His palms were closed and separated, and several petals shot out. In an instant, it was like a scene floating in the air.
Rouge Rain, the bright red petals are scattered and scattered, just like a "Tai Chi diagram", slowly falling on the blue waves.
Qiu Shui, Long Fei and Hu Ben were dumbfounded by the old man's miraculous skills.
Han Feng smiled slightly, then flew out of the "Ningxu Pavilion" and landed gently on the petals amidst Qiu Shui's exclamations.
Long Fei and Huben knew that it would not be difficult to practice Qing Gong to the extreme, and it would not be difficult to walk on the snow without leaving a trace, climb a river and cross water. They had already seen Han Feng's outstanding Qing Gong, so they would not be surprised.
Han Feng slightly touched the petals with his toes, and his body flew up from the blue waves. His white clothes suddenly melted into the flying snow in the sky. He was ethereal and about to fly, like thousands of plum blossoms falling, like the shadow of a crane flying lightly.
Under the cold moonlight and among the flying snowflakes, it looks like a legendary immortal riding on the waves, or a mysterious elf dancing gracefully.
Qiu Shui couldn't help but be fascinated. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that there was such a magical kung fu in the world.
This body technique is as light as flying feathers, as fast as lightning, floating like flowing clouds, as fast as the wind, shadowless, invisible, soundless, like ghosts and ghosts, shocking the world.
In just the blink of an eye, Han Feng had turned into a faint shadow, vague and nonexistent, erratic, blending into the fluttering snowflakes, making people dazzled.
Long Fei and Huben saw Han Feng's superb kung fu for the first time, and their excitement was palpable.
When Han Feng returned to the "Ningxu Pavilion", the old man still had a faint smile.
"'It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and it floats like the snow covered by the flowing wind.' You have indeed realized the true meaning of 'misty' with this movement technique. However, the ups and downs are still too stagnant! You understand why.
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"Master, please clarify!"
"What is Taoism?" the old man asked without answering.
Han Feng didn't know what the master meant, and said in shock: "The art of Vipassana, keeping quiet, contemplating, and keeping oneness!"
The old man nodded and said: "The so-called cultivation of Taoism only lies in enlightening the mind! The mind is like floating clouds, so that it can be unrestrained; the mind is like floating gulls, so that there are no traces. There are too many worries in your heart, like the obstacles of water, like running and being carried away.
, the body technique cannot naturally turn round and round, it is completely natural!"
Han Feng suddenly started sweating profusely, and Qiu Shui's heart suddenly lifted.
The old man gently picked up the tea cup on the table and smiled: "Tao is natural, nothing can be forced, martial arts is like life, if you blindly pursue perfection, you will become possessed!"
Qiu Shui smiled sweetly, and quietly held Han Feng's hand. Her bright eyes were shining, and her eyebrows were shaped like the crescent moon in the sky, enchanting the country and the city.
Han Feng gently took Qiu Shui into his arms, his smile was like the clear sky after snow, elegant and pure.