Taiqing Sword

Chapter 210, drinking tea

On the way back to Caiyimen, Xue Xin kept looking at the silent Shangguan Jinghong, but Shangguan Jinghong rode on the horse and didn't have the slightest intention to speak, Xue Xin finally couldn't hold back: "Brother Shangguan, I..."

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "Xue Xin, I know what you want to ask, let's talk about it when we go back. By the way, is there any sect other than Caomen?"

"The Black Tiger Gang, the Black Tiger Gang is the leader of this incident, and the Caomen are just an accomplice."

The corner of Shangguan Jinghong's mouth raised slightly: "So that's the case, I understand, you go back to Caiyimen first, I have something to go to Caomen, and I will talk to you later."

Listening to Shangguan Jinghong's words, Xue Xin had no choice but to ask more, but nodded: "Brother Shangguan, then you should come back earlier."

Shangguan Jinghong immediately returned to his horse and drove towards Caomen again. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw the old Taoist priest still sitting on the boulder. After all this time, you're still back."

"Master Daoist, forgive me for being stupid, I don't quite understand what Daoist Master said, so I came here to ask again." Shangguan Jinghong got off his horse and saluted the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist nodded: "No hurry, no hurry, let's go into the village, let's find a place to talk slowly."

Passing through the streets of the village, the villagers saluted the old Taoist one after another, and the old Taoist nodded in return. This made Shangguan Jinghong even more curious about the identity of the old Taoist. Could this Taoist be from the village?It seems that the status is very high.

Shangguan Jinghong forcibly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and followed the old Taoist priest to a tea shed. As soon as the old Taoist sat down, an old man came up with a teapot: "Old fairy, you are here. This is your favorite Biluochun. I have been giving it to you all the time." You are ready."

The old Taoist smiled: "What are you drinking?"

The old man looked at Shangguan Jinghong, and said with a smile: "This young master is the old man's disciple, right? What would you like to drink?"

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "I don't pick anything, it's just as good as the Taoist priest."

Hearing this, the old man frowned a little, looked a little embarrassed, and looked at the old Taoist: "This is what the old gods drink..."

The old Taoist waved his hand: "I will drink Biluochun with this little friend."

The old man nodded and looked at Shangguan Jinghong with displeasure, but Shangguan Jinghong sneered a little, it was just a pot of tea, could it be that the old Taoist could drink it, but I couldn't?
The old Taoist seemed to be able to hear Shangguan Jinghong's heartfelt thoughts, and said: "This tea is for people to drink, and everyone drinks it the same. ,hehe."

Shangguan Jinghong grabbed a bowl of tea and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to drink the second bowl, he was pushed down by the old Taoist: "Don't rush to drink, this tea is best for self-cultivation and nourishment, so take it slowly. Good quality."

Shangguan Jinghong frowned, but still followed what the old Taoist said, drinking tea slowly, but seemed to be used to it, and drank more than half of it in one sip. The old Taoist smiled and said nothing, and poured Shangguan Jinghong again: "Slow down Drink slowly."

Shangguan Jinghong just followed the example of the old Taoist this time, sipping small sips. At first, he was a little awkward. Men should drink in big bowls and eat meat in big pieces. Such awkward postures are nothing.

But after two bowls of tea, Shangguan Jinghong's heart slowly calmed down, and he began to feel that it was a kind of enjoyment.

The old Taoist finally put down the tea bowl and said, "What do you think, little friend? How about this tea?"

"Good tea." Shangguan Jinghong only uttered these two words, but these two words came from the heart, and he had already drank three pots of tea at this time.

The old Taoist slid his fingers across the mouth of the bowl: "This tea is the favorite drink of those who practice Taoism, because drinking tea is the most similar to cultivating Taoism. The cultivation base is divided into levels, and the same is true for drinking tea. The first drink is just the first drink. The second level is the rhyme level, which means you can distinguish the texture of tea leaves, whether it is sweet, sweet, or bitter, and the third level is the awakening level. It has been achieved, the state of tea is the state of mind, now you don’t care about the taste of tea, do you?”

Speaking of this, Shangguan Jinghong was startled, the old Taoist was speaking from his own heart, at first he still felt bitter, but now he has already ignored it, he just feels at ease and calm.

The old Taoist smiled: "The fourth level is the realm of cultivation. Tea is quiet but not dry. You don't see the world's troubles in normal times. You are calm and moderate. You treat people equally. Using tea as a matchmaker, you can cultivate your mind and body in your life, so it is called "Cultivation realm" you, it's still a little short, hehe."

Shangguan Jinghong was silent for a long time, and looked up at the old Taoist priest: "What is the highest level of drinking tea?"

"Oh, originally it was up to you to comprehend it yourself, but since the old man has already said it today, he can tell you all. There is no highest state in drinking tea. It is like practicing martial arts. There is no end to learning. At present, the old man The realm is in the realm, and practitioners may not be able to achieve the highest realm due to their different physical aptitudes, but they must always maintain their kindness. In the past, a merchant accidentally saved a child. The child was grateful, and the merchant said, "Don't thank me." , I just want you to remember one sentence, when others need help, you will repay me if you help them. One day, the merchant was trapped on an isolated island, and for five days and five nights, two people finally came in a small boat. The merchant was overjoyed , rushed forward to ask for help, but the boat could only carry two people, and the merchant was very disappointed. He did not want to leave one person on the island after discussing with the two, and sent the merchant ashore first. The man in the small boat uttered what the merchant had said to the children. The merchant was silent for a long time, and when he returned home, his wealth was gone, and he went around helping people out of trouble..."

Shangguan Jinghong held the tea bowl in his hand all the time, listening carefully to what the old Taoist said. After the old Taoist finished speaking, Shangguan Jinghong slowly put down the tea, stood up, and looked at the villagers who were going back and forth in the village.

"Prince Daoist, I have something on my mind all the time. I don't know if Priest Daoist can give me some pointers."

The old Taoist smiled and nodded: "Just ask, as long as the old Taoist can answer, he will never hide it."

"If I really get mad, will everyone around me be affected, even my wife, will I forget about it?"

The old Taoist was taken aback, apparently he did not expect that Shangguan Jinghong would suddenly ask this: "Little friend, what is a demon? A demon who cultivates the ruthless way and uses killing to practice kung fu, even if he is a plopper, if he kills too many people, he will get used to it, let alone a People who practice martial arts, once your demonic nature becomes violent, if there is no one around you who can restrain you, you will kill whoever you see."

A trace of sadness flashed in Shangguan Jinghong's eyes, he turned and left without asking any more questions.

The old Taoist looked at Shangguan Jinghong's back, and said to himself, "It's not bad, the obsession is not too deep."

(End of this chapter)