839: C839 The King's Hobby

C839 The King's Hobby

Back then, a few of the big families of the Wealthy Class raised a large sum of money themselves to organize a tea show and invited the best tea masters from all over the world to participate.

As long as the winner was able to win, they would be able to win an astronomical prize money.

Under the temptation of the huge prize money, countless top tea masters flocked over.

The process of the competition was naturally spectacular. Each of the tea masters displayed their own abilities, making people truly enjoy a tea ceremony feast.

The final victor was an old man who was over the age of a flower. His ancestors were passed down from six generations to six, and every generation was a top tea master.

It was said that the ancestor of that old man had once served as a personal tea master of a certain dynasty's emperor. It was enough to see his accomplishments.

Moreover, the old man's winning of the championship in one go did not cause any dissatisfaction or controversy because his skills were too profound, and there was not the slightest flaw that could be found.

Even Zhang Beijia, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old and always thought about eating, drinking, and having fun, was dumbfounded when he saw it.

Later, his family spent a lot of money on the tea ceremony that the tea ceremony old man had personally taught Zhang Beijia for three days.

Zhang Beijia also learned earnestly. After three days, although his skill in the Way of Tea definitely did not improve by leaps and bounds, his knowledge of the Way of Tea was far beyond ordinary people.

At least, he only needed to take a look to determine who was pretentious, who was an expert, and what level their Way of Tea had reached. He could accurately judge who was pretentious, who was an expert, and what level their Way of Tea had reached.

The reason why he had been captivated by the tea ceremony back then and had ultimately chosen to give up was that he believed that the old man's tea ceremony skills had already reached the acme of perfection.

Just pouring tea with one hand required one to go through one to twenty years of tempering and polishing. Zhang Beijia believed himself to be an ordinary person and definitely did not have that kind of talent.

Moreover, even if he had that talent, he would definitely not be willing to spend decades learning how to pour tea.

That old man had also become the existence of the tea ceremony ceiling in Zhang Beijia's eyes.

He had also seen some tea ceremony experts behind him, but compared to that old man, the difference was not small.

However, to this day, Zhang Beijia was surprised to find that this beautiful woman in front of him, whose age could not be clearly seen, actually displayed a tea ceremony technique that far exceeded his understanding.

The entire process, from the cup turning to pouring tea, every detail, was far more eye-catching than that old man in Zhang Beijia's eyes!

"No, no, no, even the ninth section of the tea ceremony is not at your level. You are simply... exactly..."

Zhang Beijia did not know what words to use to describe his current emotions.

"Making tea is making tea. As long as you put your heart into it, it will be fine. Why are there different levels?"

Qing Yu smiled and handed a cup of tea to Zhang Beijia. "Try it."

Zhang Beijia held the bottom of the teacup with his three fingers and took a deep breath. Then, he carefully placed the edge of the cup close to his lips.

A warm tea soup flowed into his mouth. The fragrance of the tea instantly filled his mouth. The fragrance of the tea was secondary. Most importantly, Zhang Beijia actually felt a very special emotion in the tea!

This emotion was like a whisper, like a high pitch, like the fragrance of an orchid in an empty valley, and also like a great army that could topple mountains and overturn seas!

Zhang Beijia was so excited that it was indescribable. Many praises and poems flashed in his mind, and he completely did not know how to express his current state of mind.

"What the f * ck!"

Finally, he suddenly shouted. He couldn't think of any more suitable adjectives to describe this scene, except for a line of f * ck to describe it.

Although Zhou Ahhu and Loong Xiaomann could not see so many things like Zhang Beijia, when the tea soup entered their mouth, they still felt that the difference between the tea and the tea they had drunk in the past was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Putting aside the intoxicating fragrance of the tea, they also felt a very strange feeling when the tea soup entered their mouth.

"What the heck, good tea!"

Zhou Ahhu slammed the table heavily. Similarly, he did not have much culture, so he could only use a word of fuck to express his current feelings.

"I opened this teahouse myself. Why didn't I know there were such good tea leaves? Fuck, immediately call the manager over for me!"

Zhou Ahhu was very angry. He didn't think that the teahouse he opened would have such good tea leaves, but as the boss, he didn't know about it.

"This has nothing to do with the tea leaves."

Yang Xuan explained with a smile, "The tea is just an ordinary peak. It mainly depends on the person who makes the tea. Today, you can taste the authentic green fish tea. It is definitely a kind of luck. Don't you think so, green fish?"

The green fish smiled and did not explain much.

Yang Xuan was right. The most unique thing about the green cloud tea was that the tea itself had nothing to do with the tea.

This sentence sounded very contradictory, but it became a fact in Green Cloud.

The raw materials did not matter to her. Peanut tea, black tea, green tea, and Mao Feng were all fine. The important thing was how the tea was brewed.

Although it was just a set of extremely ordinary Kung Fu tea process, it contained at least three hundred small details that were difficult to detect.

The seven leaders of Profound Army Soldier each had their own strengths. Apart from their extremely strong combat strength, everyone had their own kind of paranoid hobby.

For example, the God of Slaughter, Purple Yuan, who had retired.

She had a very high talent and extreme obsession with painting.

Her painting skills were never restricted to any fixed method or faction. She paid particular attention to how she could do whatever she wanted.

Painting, painting, painting, and painting were the same in Ziyuan's eyes. Moreover, she rarely drew a specific thing.

More of it was a strange pattern and color. Her painting never expressed anything specific, but it showed a kind of emotion, including All Creations.

This was similar to the teahouse of the green fish.

The tea of the green fish was never restricted to any fixed form. It did not matter what kind of raw materials it was made of, or what kind of tea set it was.

What she wanted to express more was the same way of venting her emotions.

The other leaders were the same. Some of them were obsessed with dancing, while others were obsessed with the twelve-string guqin.

All of them had one thing in common: there would never be a fixed form, and in the end, they would focus on expressing their emotions.

Perhaps, to them, these hobbies were their salvation, and the best way to communicate with this world.

It was the only way they could express themselves other than war machines.

Of course, there was also an exception.

It was Leng Yue, who loved to play with snipers.

She always came alone to study outside. She didn't like to talk to people, and she never had any hobbies.

Yang Xuan had also said a few times that she was already very tired from the war. It was best to find a few personal hobbies to adjust.

Even if it was a big layman who did not understand those artistic things, even if it was a hobby of liking young and handsome men, it could still be considered a hobby.

But Leng Yue's answer made Yang Xuan not know whether to laugh or cry. She said that her biggest hobby was to pull the trigger and see the bullet accurately drill into the target's glabella.

Other than that, there was nothing else in this world that could arouse her interest.0

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