It was located on Fenghuang Ridge. During the Three Kingdoms period, Dongwu once came here to pray for rain, hence the name Longjing. During the Northern Song Dynasty, the eminent monk Bian Cai lived here. In order to make it convenient for guests to come and go, he cleaned up the forest and opened up mountain roads. Only then did the Longjing area flourish. He was eloquent and hospitable. Every time a guest came, he would offer a cup of self-grown fragrant tea to the guest. Longjing tea gradually became famous. Therefore, every year before and after Qingming Festival, during the rainy season, tea farmers pick tea leaves, stir-fry tea leaves, and the fragrance of tea leaves wafts. The great literary giant Su Dongpo once praised," White Cloud Peak has two new flags, the greenish-green valley is fresh and rainy in spring." It could be seen how popular Longjing tea was at that time.、
Wen Xiaotian saw that the Longjing tea on the table was flat, smooth, and straight. The color was tender and green, and the fragrance was fresh and pure. The taste was fresh and sweet, and the leaves were tender and delicate. It was obviously a top-notch product. It combined the color, fragrance, taste, and shape of the tea.
Wen Xiaotian thought to himself,"These people obviously don't understand the Way of Tea. How can they taste anything when they're wolfing down the tea like this?" He grew up in a wealthy family like the Wen family and was quite familiar with the way of tea tasting. Naturally, he knew that high-quality Longjing tea needed to be made by using ten techniques such as " grab, shake, match, expand, press, push, buckle, swing, grind, and press ". It had to go through many complicated steps to be made. He didn't expect these people to be so wasteful. He was extremely angry, but when he suddenly thought of his background, his anger gradually dissipated. Sigh, my family is ruined. How can I be in the mood to drink tea?
However, he saw that these people were all burly and strong. A few of their temples were high and bulging, and their eyes were deep. They were clearly physical practitioners. He wondered why so many martial artists had come to Hangzhou. He picked up a piece of coal ash and smeared it on his face. His handsome face turned black. Even if mom was here, she wouldn't be able to recognize me.
Wen Xiaotian was bored and listened to them quietly. Suddenly, he heard one of them talk about Wen Jian and the Great Swordsman. Wen Xiaotian couldn't help but be moved. He heard another person say,"Hero Wen has been a hero for a lifetime, but who knew that he would die for no reason.”"Yes, although there are rumors in Jianghu that the death of Wen Jian and Great Swordsman is related to Great Swordsman Liu of Yandang Sect, Great Swordsman Liu has always been chivalrous. How can he…" At this time, someone suddenly coughed and said,"I'm not sure if you're right.""When we travel the martial world, we must not speak nonsense.”However, the two people in front of him had solemn expressions and shut their mouths. The few of them then chatted idly, but they were all talking about irrelevant things. Although Wen Xiaotian pricked up his ears to listen, these people were all people who had been in the martial arts world for a long time. Naturally, they would not reveal any key information when they talked. Even if Wen Xiaotian listened carefully, it was in vain.
He listened for a while, but he couldn't hear anything. In addition, he was still young and playful. Let's go to West Lake quickly!
He walked along the road to the lakeside. West Lake was misty and vast, and the green water waves could not be seen. He could not help but think of the poem,"The water glows and the sky is clear, and the mountains are empty and the rain is strange." If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.”
West Lake was like a beautiful woman, slowly revealing her mysterious veil!
He thought to himself that since he could see such beautiful scenery, he was satisfied with his life. However, he remembered the death of his parents, especially his mother's tragic death. It lingered in his heart and could not be removed. Tears fell uncontrollably. Unfortunately, the rain also started to fall at this time. It was sparse and fell on his body. The soil on his body instantly turned into black mud. However, he had no idea that his tears mixed with the rain and flowed down his face, wetting his clothes.
West Lake was a poem, a poem written naturally.
The West Lake was a painting, a scroll of painting that had been painted by a divine craftsman.
West Lake was a cup of tea, and it was filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The willow branches drooped down and stirred the water. The waves gently brushed the shore, like a mother stroking the head of a naughty child. Wen Xiaotian looked at the beautiful scenery and could not help but be stunned.
Just like that, he stared blankly at the waves and stood there for a whole day. It was only when it was dark that he knew it was time to go back. However, he was covered in mud and his wounds were in pain. After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground and no longer had the strength to move.
After a few days, he opened his eyes and was extremely hungry. He couldn't help but shout,"Food! I want food!"
A burst of laughter could be heard from afar. It was pleasant to the ear, like the voice of the immortals on the Jade Platform. It turned out that a few young girls had walked over. Hangzhou had beautiful mountains and clear waters. The young girls who lived here were naturally infected with the spiritual aura of heaven and earth, and each of them was as beautiful as a flower.
That laughter was so soul-stirring, as clear as the collision of jade. Wen Xiaotian's originally weak body suddenly had a burst of strength. This beauty was innately intoxicating!
He wanted to look at the girl's face, but he had no strength at all. He felt as if there was a layer of mist in front of him, and he could not see anything clearly.
Suddenly, he heard a splash and a drop of rain fell on his body. It turned out that it was raining again on the rainy West Lake. He had been lying in the rain for a long time, and his entire body was drenched. At this moment, he felt a bone-piercing cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He raised his head and saw one of the girls in white walking over to the bun shop. She bought a basket of buns and brought it over. Her footsteps were light, like a fairy stepping on clouds. Her waist moved slightly, and she looked even more charming, making people's hearts flutter. The rain fell on Wen Xiaotian's face, causing his vision to become even more blurry. However, he felt that her face was like a painting. He only thought, Am I dead? How can I see such a fairy-like figure?
He hadn't eaten for a few days. He grabbed the bun from the girl's fair hands and wolfed it down.
As he ate, he raised his head to look at the girl. He felt that her face was delicate and beautiful. It seemed that only the beautiful scenery by the West Lake was worthy of her. Her big eyes were as clear as the lake water of West Lake, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting. The girl saw him staring at her so intently, and her face couldn't help but turn red. She turned around and walked away under the teasing of the other girls.
Her red face was like a sparkling and translucent ice, making people willing to do anything for her.
Wen Xiaotian looked at her beautiful back and really wanted to stand up and chase after her. However, he didn't know her and it was not good to chase after her, so he could only give up. As he ate the bun, he felt a faint fragrance on the bun. It was probably the fragrance of the girl. After he finished eating the bun, he stuffed the cage of the bun into his arms. From then on, this beautiful shadow was carved into his heart, and he actually felt as if his entire body was floating. He had never felt so happy in his life.
After Wen Xiaotian ate and drank to his heart's content, he continued to move forward, thinking,"I'm an orphan now, and with Huang Yumei chasing me everywhere, I don't know when my head will fall to the ground." It would be better to travel while the head was still on his neck. Even if he became a ghost, he would still be a happy ghost. Thinking of this, he could not help but laugh. He was open-minded by nature. Even if he had no family and was alone in the Jianghu, he could still live happily and enjoy himself.
He walked on the street, but his nose was still savoring the fragrance of the girl's body. The image of the young girl's peerless face appeared in his mind…
" Tian 'er…" In a daze, he heard her calling his name, as if she was calling him.
He couldn't help but pounce forward…
Suddenly, Wen Xiaotian fell down along the wall with a bang.
It turned out that he had crashed into a wall.
Wen Xiaotian's originally dazed mind was much more awake after this collision. He rubbed his head and stood up. He calmed himself down and continued walking forward.
He looked around with the crowd. He was penniless and didn't know what to do as he walked on the street. Suddenly, the crowd was in chaos. Most of the passers-by fled in all directions, shouting endlessly. They looked extremely miserable. Wen Xiaotian thought to himself, Could it be a ferocious beast like a tiger or lion?
Wen Xiaotian had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Coupled with his young age, his curiosity was strong. He actually went against the flow of the crowd, wanting to see what kind of beast it was.
However, he saw a carriage coming towards him. The carriage was luxuriously decorated. Even the emperor's dragon sedan did not have such an imposing manner. It was obvious that they were from a wealthy family. A group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children opened the way on both sides of the carriage. If they saw anyone hiding a little slower, they would beat them up with sticks, so the people fled in all directions.
Wen Xiaotian could not help but feel disgusted. A desire to rush up and fight for justice arose from his heart. He hid at the corner of the street, ready to wait for an opportunity to strike and fight for justice.
At this moment, a silver-haired old man who was estimated to be in his sixties or seventies slowed down a little. The tall youth shouted,"Go to hell!" As he spoke, he raised his cudgel that was as thick as his wrist and hit the old man. Seeing that the thin old man was about to be knocked down to the ground, it was a tragic sight. Suddenly, a stone fell from the room, and with a " pa " sound, the stick was opened.
The tall youth looked strong, but in the face of this sudden stone, he seemed so fragile that he fell headfirst. The tall youth would not give up so easily. He covered his bruised nose and cursed loudly.
"Stop the car." A cold voice came from the car. Although this voice was childish, it was indescribably domineering, and no one dared to disobey it.
The carriage stopped, and a youth walked out. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, but his appearance was handsome. He held a folding fan in his hand, and it seemed that he had already started to act like an artsy person at such a young age. "Which hero is it?" he asked loudly. Please show yourself."
With a " rustle ", a fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth slid down from the roof. His body was as light as a swallow, and as he spoke, he had already flown down from the roof. He stood on the ground and bowed first.
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