Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 784
Xu Zhiqiong stayed in the courtyard overnight, and Ling Zhengze, Hong Zhenkang and others also slept in the courtyard overnight.

At dawn the next day, Lingzheng led the crowd to set off. Hong Zhenkang took a step, cried a step, babbled and babbled, as if weeping with joy for the rest of his life after a catastrophe, or as if his heart was pierced by a knife because of the pain of losing money.

"Widow, widow, that's my widow's money..." Hong Zhenkang sat at the door, not wanting to leave.

Lingzheng sighed softly: "My lord, you make money a lot, but you can't delay the wages of the few of us. I am a seventh-rank knife, five taels of silver a day, and you promised to give an extra 200 taels. Did you forget about this?"

Hong Zhenkang sobbed and said, "No! You don't do your job well, and I won't give you a dime."

Lingzheng frowned and said, "My lord, what you said is not authentic."

Gong Yinde sneered at the side: "Don't make things difficult for the prince, let's go down the mountain, let the prince cry here for a while."

Seeing that the wandering swordsmen were about to leave, the butler hurried forward to persuade them.

These wandering knives were about to leave, neither Hong Zhenkang nor the butler wanted to go down the mountain.

"My lord, we will give you a few wages. You don't have to worry about this little money with them."

Hong Zhenkang sat on the ground and said, "I don't care about the widow. I don't have any money. How can you give me? But I don't believe you dare to leave the widow here!"

The Youdaos heard the words and wanted to leave again, the butler panicked and whispered in Hong Zhenkang's ear.

At the juncture of life and death, these traveling swords really don't take Lu Wang seriously.

In desperation, Hong Zhenkang pulled out two pieces of sapphire from his pants and handed them to the housekeeper.

These two pieces of sapphire were bought from Hong Zhenji's side. The kind of jade is considered good, and each piece is worth about 1000 taels of silver.

Two pieces of sapphire, divided into five swords, is not a disadvantage, but it is just taken out of Hong Zhenkang's pants, the smell...

Lingzheng covered his nose and didn't pick up the jade.

Gong Yinde didn't dislike it, after checking his quality, he accepted it for everyone.

Taking advantage of the dawn, everyone hurried down the mountain, and when they were far away, Xu Zhiqiong set up a few yin-yang magic circles in the middle of the courtyard, so that if someone came in the future, Xu Zhiqiong would be able to notice it immediately.

After leaving the mansion, Xu Zhiqiong went back to the Department of Punishment and went to the Zhonglang Pavilion, but saw Xia Hu coming up to him with a happy face.

"The official has worked hard, come in and sit down, the servant has cooked soup for the official, come and taste it."

"I won't drink the soup, lady, give me some peaches first."

"Taozi is easy to talk about. Don't worry, officials. Let's drink the soup first. I'll go and see if the silver is cold." Xia Hu stepped aside and got into the guest room, where there were piles of silver.

Is the silver cold?
Could it still be hot?

Chang Decai smiled and said, "Madam touched every piece of silver last night, and it's really going to be warm."

Xu Zhiqiong couldn't laugh or cry, and took out the "Collected Works of Yongning" from his arms, and marked a few key words on the key page.

Quanxiang, Rui, Hua, exhaustion, soul.

These five words are the key.

"Old Chang, make me a cup of tea."

Chang Decai took the tea cake, grinded it into foam, made a cup of fine tea soup, and did not forget to tap the cup three times to inject a little Qi.

The fragrance of tea lingered on his lips and cheeks, and Xu Zhiqiong was very satisfied: "It's a pity that I drink such a good tea by myself."

Chang Decai was surprised: "What is this saying? The tea art of the slave family is for the master to learn."

"I heard that Yang Wu is back?"

"I'm back, I was back last night. After staying in Huntiandang these days, I didn't see any ability in him. Instead, I lost my energy. I fell asleep when I came back. Does the master want to ask him something? I'll call him over."

Xu Zhiqiong waved his hand and said: "No need, let him rest well, let's go to Yuyao Palace and invite an old friend to drink tea."

Chang Decai blinked his big watery eyes: "Is it a friend I can see?"

Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "Yes, we are all acquaintances, but we need to be careful when speaking."

When they arrived at Yuyao Palace, Xu Zhiqiong lit the Soul Gathering Lamp in the main room of the East Courtyard. After a while, Liang Zhenjie's figure appeared next to the lamp.

"Next time you come to me, just say hello, don't use this lamp, it's an eyesore to me." Liang Zhenjie pushed the soul-gathering lamp aside with a look of disgust, "Why are you looking for me?"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm looking for you for a cup of tea."

Chang Decai made the tea, tapped the teacup three times, and brought it over.

Liang Zhenjie said with a serious expression: "Yun Hou, I told you that I have seen this tea ceremony before, but I can't remember anything about it."

Xu Zhiqiong waved his hands again and again: "What I want to ask is not about tea, what I want to ask is a place, do you know where Quanxiang is?"

"Quanxiang?" Liang Zhenjie held the teacup, smelling the mellow tea, and gradually recalled some memories, "Quanxiang is the territory of Daxuan."

Xu Zhiqiong nodded, he used the right method.

"Brother Liang, have you ever been to Quanxiang?"

Liang Zhenjie nodded: "I have been, I think, I fought a war there..."

He had some impressions of the Battle of Quanxiang.

"But I can't remember who we fought against in that battle..." Liang Zhenjie's expression was a little confused.

If Xu Zhiqiong mentioned Qian Jun, Liang Zhenjie might slowly think of that fierce battle.

But Xu Zhiqiong didn't do this. Forcing Liang Zhenjie to recall his memory would cause him to lose control of his emotions.

Xu Zhiqiong changed the topic: "Let's not talk about the war first, let's just talk about the spring water in Quanxiang. I heard that the spring water there is very sweet."

"Sweet?" Liang Zhenjie disagreed, "If you want to say sweet, I don't have any impression. I just remember that the water there is very slippery. After soaking in the soup spring for a while, the whole person becomes smoother and tender."

Xu Zhiqiong asked again: "Is it as slippery as the water in Huazhou?"

Liang Zhenjie thought for a moment, then nodded suddenly: "It's the same, it's really the same! Huazhou, Quanxiang, Huazhou..."

Liang Zhenjie's expression became more and more confused, Xu Zhiqiong comforted him and said, "Don't think about it anymore, let's drink tea."

Liang Zhenjie was a little dizzy, and he didn't want to think too much. He drank the tea soup in one gulp, got up and said, "Marquis Yun, I promised to practice the military formation with General Yu, and I won't accompany you today."

Xu Zhiqiong hurriedly stood up and saw him off: "General Yu has a straight temper, you should play it lightly."

This bit of information was enough, Xu Zhiqiong took Chang Decai to the mansion outside the city and found Hong Huaxiao.

Holding a whip, Hong Huaxiao was teaching a few lazy disciples a lesson, when he saw Xu Zhiqiong coming, he shouted to them: "Put on your clothes and get out of the way and stand under the eaves!"

The disciples left quickly, and Hong Huaxiao kowtowed to Xu Zhiqiong in front of Chang Decai: "The great revenge in this life will be repaid, and Hong will never forget this kindness in this life! In the future, but there will be envoys, and Hong will never die." No excuses!"

Xu Zhiqiong killed Yuan Chengfeng and avenged Hong Huaxiao, but Hong Huaxiao never had a chance to thank him.

"And how many times have I said, I don't like to see people kneeling!" Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward to help Hong Huaxiao up, "If you really want to thank you, make me a cup of tea first."

Hong Huaxiao ordered his disciples to make tea, and Chang Decai tapped the teacup three times. Seeing this tea ceremony, Hong Huaxiao immediately fell silent.

Chang Decai brewed tea for everyone to celebrate after robbing 500 million silver, and Xu Zhiqiong noticed this.

"Your Highness, you recognize this tea ceremony."

Hong Huaxiao pondered for a moment and said: "I didn't intend to mention this matter at first. My father expelled me to the north when he took the throne. Before leaving, he poured me a cup of tea, and he also tapped the cup three times. , that cup of tea soup is very mellow, and it is such a tea art."

Xu Zhiqiong drank Hong Juncheng's tea, and Hong Huaxiao also drank it.

Xu Zhiqiong felt that tea art was special at that time, but now it seems that this is not accidental.

"Didn't your father ever make you tea before he came to the throne?"

Hong Huaxiao thought for a while and said: "Before my father came to the throne, he was kind to me. He also drank tea with me, but there is no such tea ceremony. On the contrary, when my grandfather was in power, he asked me to drink tea together. I have seen similar tea ceremony..."

This tea ceremony is one of Hong Juncheng's characteristics.

To be precise, it is a characteristic that the first generation of gods cannot hide.

Problems also followed. As a god, making tea for others is a violation of etiquette.

Why did Hong Juncheng reveal this tea art, why can't he hide this feature?

Could it be that this tea art was created by Hong Juncheng, and he couldn't help showing it off?

He is a monster who has been a god for more than 700 years, how can he show off such a thing?

Besides Hong Juncheng, who else has mastered this tea art?

Chang Decai's tea art was taught by Canrou Xingxiu.

What is the relationship between Can Rou XingXiu and the first generation of gods?
After chatting with Hong Huaxiao for a while, Xu Zhiqiong stood up and said goodbye.

After leaving the mansion, Xu Zhiqiong said to Chang Decai: "Next time I see Canrou Xingxiu, let me convey that I want to see her old lady."

Chang Decai turned pale with shock: "Master, this matter cannot be joked about."

Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said, "I'm not joking, only sincere."

Chang Decai looked serious, and carefully asked: "Master wants to see the stars, but why?"

"Ask an old man from her old man."

"Master, you must remember that if you really see XingXiu, the old man will never say that. Patriarch hates others to say that she is old."

Xu Zhiqiong was startled, nodded and said: "If there is anything else that needs attention, you can tell me together, and teach me the art of tea by the way."

Chang Decai frowned slightly, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, but he looked even more charming: "Master wants to learn, and I will definitely be willing to teach you, but this method is somewhat related to the techniques of my Taoism, and you may not be able to learn it well. "

"It's good to learn two or three points." Xu Zhiqiong is very confident in himself.

Chang Decai taught carefully for half a day, and the two made a total of 22 pots of tea.

As the old saying goes, this tea art is not easy to learn, and it is difficult to comprehend the essence of it if you don't know the technique of finger piercing.

From this point of view, this tea art should be exclusive to eunuchs, most likely it was created by Canrou Xingxiu, and then passed on to the first generation of gods through some kind of opportunity.

The first generation of gods may have been influenced by Canrou XingXiu, which caused him to often show this tea art to others, which became a characteristic he couldn't hide.

But there is still a problem here.

Hong Juncheng is not an eunuch, why can he master this tea art?

It still doesn't make sense logically!
It was getting late, Xu Zhiqiong took a sip from his teacup, and exclaimed, "The tea soup you make is the best."

Chang Decai shook his head and said: "Master, don't laugh at the slave family. The slave family only knows this little trick. If it is said to be the best drink, it will ruin the slave family."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled: "Then whose tea soup do you think is the best?"

Chang Decai thought for a while and said: "If you only talk about the tea that my slave family has drunk, it should be Li Qi Teahouse."

Xu Zhiqiong nodded: "We have to find him after all."

……

In Li Qi's teahouse, Li Shabai was painting, and a disciple came to report: "Young Lord, please see me."

Li Shabai looked at the two women and a man in front of him, and asked, "Are you afraid of strangers?"

The three shook their heads, Li Shabai smiled, continued to paint and said, "Please Yunhou come in."

Xu Zhiqiong entered the painting workshop and saw the real person in front of him. He didn't make a sound, and sat aside, watching Li Shabai paint.

After the painting was completed, the three left. Li Shabai hurriedly made a cup of tea for Xu Zhiqiong: "Your Majesty, the painting is full of meaning just now, and it is really hard to stop writing. I'm sorry Li for being rude."

"The brush and ink just now are indeed quite thick, especially the ink, the more you grind it, the thicker it becomes!"

Xu Zhiqiong praised repeatedly, poured a cup of tea for Li Shabai, and then tapped the teacup three times with his fingers.

Li Shabai was taken aback, with surprise on his face.

He also recognizes this tea ceremony!
It can be seen that Li Shabai likes this tea ceremony very much!

But when he picked up the teacup and took a sip, Li Shabai shook his head: "Excuse Li for speaking bluntly, this tea art, Yunhou has not yet mastered the essence."

Xu Zhiqiong only learned a little superficially, and he was still far from the essence. He asked, "Can a painter get the essence?"

Li Shabai shook his head: "This tea art requires gathering energy at the fingertips, running smoothly, sending and receiving freely, and precise measurements. Li really can't grasp the essence of it."

Xu Zhiqiong asked: "I don't know who can grasp this essence?"

Li Shabai drank the tea in one gulp, sighed softly and said: "A dear friend of mine, a rare dear friend, has learned this tea art very well."

Who is this best friend?

Xu Zhiqiong's ears perked up: "Excuse Xu for taking the liberty to ask the artist, what is the meaning of the word rare?"

Li Shabai was silent for a long time, his expression was rather intoxicated, and he said: "He is the one who is married to Jinlan, and she is the one who is the confidant, the one who fights fiercely, and the one who sleeps together in the same bed is still her."

While speaking, Li Shabai looked at Xu Zhiqiong: "Is it hard to find such a close friend?"

Xu Zhiqiong looked a little confused: "The function of this best friend, ahem... the friendship of this best friend is so deep..."

(End of this chapter)