After saying this, Zhuo Qinglian's face became tranquil, and he solemnly ordered him:

"Your situation is very dangerous now. Only by advancing to bronze as soon as possible can you repair it. Concentrate and calm down. I am ready to attack the platinum realm!"

When Han Zhang heard this, he immediately sat up and was ready to fight. While calming down his agitation, he observed Zhuo Qinglian's promotion curiously.

I saw a special aura that was the same as that on the Lu Yu Tea Classic, which was pulled with the Lu Yu Tea Classic in her hand, forming a soft aura and slowly exuding a light green light outward.

Han Zhang observed that the clear light that Zhuo Qinglian herself had was greatly enhanced in this aura, allowing her to resonate with the surrounding environment in every move, making a crisp sound of vibration, and even a slight sound of water flowing in her ears was scattering.

Zhen Jixu behind her seemed to suddenly raise her slender hand, and a large amount of water flowed out of her hand.

After these water flows filled the entire room, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

After a transformation that seemed illusory and reality, the two were placed beside a clear spring in the mountains, next to it was a simple and natural pavilion.

Zhuo Qinglian got up and walked around, and he was like a slight step in the wave, as fast as it was slow, slowly coming to the pavilion, sitting at the head of the stone table, then raised his slender hand, and a clear and pure water dragon appeared out of thin air, surrounding the pavilion.

She stretched out her index finger gracefully and gently tapped on the stone table in the pavilion. She saw that the tea tray originally placed on the stone table jumped into the air and entered the hovering water dragon. In an instant, she was constantly rolled and washed by the flowing water inside the water dragon.

With a jade hand again, a water vortex was generated on the stone table. In just one breath, the originally pure vortex began to dye the middle, but it swept away the dust on the table.

Then, the water vortex began to sink directly, brushed from the stone table to the ground, and finally melted on the ground, dispersed outward, and scattered outside the pavilion with the accumulated dust that had just been involved.

At the same time, all the tea trays were spit out from the water surrounding the pavilion, and they gently fell on the stone table that had become spotless. Then the water also slowly exploded, turning into a water curtain, covering the inside of the pavilion, covering the umbrella cover and columns tightly, and then taking the dust away and scattered outside the pavilion.

In an instant, the entire pavilion became very fresh and tidy, and the tea tray washed by the water was all shining as new.

Zhuo Qinglian suddenly spoke a crisp voice at this moment, "Please sit down."

When Han Zhang saw her mouth open, a sound wave came out of the air and fell into his ears. He only felt that the sound was full of grand and solemnity, and he couldn't help but get up and step into the pavilion.

When he got up, a stream of water rolled up a stone pier and landed it opposite Zhuo Qinglian. After he walked into the pavilion, he happened to sit on the stone pier.

Under Zhuo Qinglian's special aura, Han Zhang was also affected. He was very stable throughout the whole process, his expression was calm, he only looked at her, waiting for the next action.

Zhuo Qinglian sat on the stone pier, but saw Zhen Jixu behind him holding him up as if he was holding him up, and another cold water curtain enveloped the entire pavilion from the outside. When Zhen Jiyu was slashing under him, it dispersed and rushed to all directions.

The bursting sound was extremely huge, and the scene was also very amazing, but the result was very gentle.

When the water curtain exploded, it washed all the flowers and plants outside the pavilion. The seemingly powerful water curtain only washed these flowers and plants, and even the branches and leaves did not bend and deformed, as if the breeze was blowing by.

When the water curtain exploded and expanded outward, it filtered the entire pavilion and completely washed it, making people feel that the scenery in the mountains, which was originally fresh and natural, suddenly became clearer and more vivid.

All the flowers and plants are slightly dripping with water droplets, reflecting a little sunshine. The dust is either taken outside or falls to the ground and turns into a wet soil. The fresh fragrance of flowers and plants and a faint smell of earthy smell brings the flavor of nature to the nose just right.

The fresh and natural picture after the water curtain made his body and mind liven up, as if he had re-understood the world, and he felt that his heart had never been as close to nature as it is now.

Sitting in the pavilion and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Han Zhang felt that all his worries were washed away, his mood became refreshing and ethereal, and only one thought was left in his heart, which was to enjoy the cleansing brought by the current spring, freshness and brightness.

"Ding Dong."

This was the sound of collision between the tea tray guys, which made his attention return to Zhuo Qinglian. Then he remembered that she was about to start cooking tea.

Han Zhang sighed slightly, and she created such a quiet and elegant environment with a wave of her hand, which really made him empty his thoughts and clear his mind. Only in such a space can he enjoy the essence of the tea ceremony she will show next.

Zhuo Qinglian's beautiful eyes were wiping on the stone table with his right hand, leaving a lampstand with bright red flames. At a glance, he knew it was extremely extraordinary and obviously a very precious treasure.

As soon as she flicked her finger, a drop of water grew from her fingertips in the wind. When it reached the top of the flame, it was as big as a fist, but it turned into a piece of crystal ice. A slight cold air overflowed from it, but the coldness did not hit her face. The exquisite mastery of power was a wonder.

She raised her slender hand again, and a breeze blew towards the lampstand. When she saw a flame suddenly burst into flames. After a while, the ice cubes melted into clear water, and then burned into boiling water, but the boiling water still swam in the air, and the water flowed to make it evenly heated.

Zhuo Qinglian only slowly grabbed the tea leaves from the tea pot next to the tea tray. The fragrance suddenly became so fragrant that Han Zhang immediately recognized it. It was Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots. It seemed that she also loved this top-grade tea.

As a tea saint rated as the "No. 1 in tea" by Lu Sheng, it happens to have the same name in this world, and is also produced in a tea mountain called Guzhu.

Zhuo Qinglian gently pushed the tea leaves in his hand, and in one hand, there were only a few tea leaves left. She gently put them into the teacup.

Then he grabbed it in the tea pot, then squished it in his hand, put the remaining pieces into the tea cup, and then went back and forth until the tea leaves in the tea cup were enough to cook at one time.

Then she hooked her fingers slightly, and pulled out a tiny water dragon from the boiling water swimming in the air, threw it into the teacup in front of her, and burned the Guzhu purple bamboo shoots that had just been put into it, and a scent of intoxicating fragrance evaporated instantly, making everyone intoxicated.

Then, she looked at the tea leaves that were rising and falling in the boiling water with a calm expression, with a divine light reflected in her eyes.

As she stared at her, another picture seemed to appear in front of Han Zhang.

Tea trees, from seedlings to leaves, have experienced the wind and rain of all seasons, and after years of light, they finally mature and can be picked. Tea pickers clean themselves and clean their hands according to their etiquette. After carefully selecting, they will gently pinch them down. They cherish them as treasures, and then send them to dry, bake, and stir-fry...

Step by step, it was so subtle and perfectly presented in his mind, clearly interpreting the origin of these tea leaves.

Feeling the extraordinary experiences of these tea leaves, Han Zhang felt a quiet feeling, and was even more intoxicated by the fragrance emitted by the tea leaves at this time.

Zhuo Qinglian gently stroked the teacup and teacup made by purple clay with his hands. In a trance, he saw again the process of these tea sets from soil to being burned and formed, truly turning decay into magical scenes, and finally made these exquisite and gorgeous works of art in front of him with the hard work of the craftsman.

As a result, Han Zhang felt a little more moved, and the scent of tea smelled in his nose also added a taste called experience.

Next, Zhuo Qinglian started to move again, picked up the tea lid with her slender hand and touched it in the tea soup with the undulating tea leaves...

Every move has a special charm that makes people indulge in. Every stillness and movement is all touching the string in my heart. The so-called skill is almost the Tao, isn’t it what she looks like at this moment?

The techniques she showed now were already in a trance, including the shadow of Kung Fu Tea in her previous life.
Chapter completed!