Finally, Zhuo Qinglian poured the tea from the teacup beautifully into a teacup, with three tea leaves remaining inside, which slightly undulated on the soup noodles under the steaming heat, which was quite meaningful.

After using a teacup to put the last tea water into the cup, Han Zhang saw that the tea water seemed to be given special power. A layer of inspiration appeared on the green tea soup inside, which not only attracted his mouth and tongue, but also his soul made a sound of eager desire. He was eager to drink it all, and he knew that this cup of tea was absolutely extraordinary.

Judging from the breath revealed in the cup of tea in front of you, the spiritual meaning contained in it is very not simple. Just smelling the fragrance of tea floating in you, you feel thorough in your mind and inspiration constantly emerges in your mind. But why does the quality of this tea not look like the best?

Han Zhang didn't know why, but it seemed that he could really clearly detect the quality of this cup of enlightenment tea, as if it was because of his special soul state just now?

"please!"

Zhuo Qinglian said in her usual cold voice.

So Han Zhang was no longer worried. Now that his life was in trouble, he had any other requirements. He picked up the teacup and held it in front of his nose. He sniffed it deeply. He felt that his whole body was comfortable. The fragrance penetrated his mind, making his mind clear and clear in an instant.

After a slight sip, the hot tea water passed through the tongue coating. The unique bitter taste of the tea water came, but the sweetness also came. The mouth was instantly occupied by the fragrance of the tea, and it felt endlessly.

Until the soup fell into her stomach, a strong inspiration rushed into her forehead and suddenly burst out, and countless understandings and inspirations began to surging in her mind.

He didn't care about the hotness of the tea, so he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. After only a little enjoying the ultimate enjoyment brought by the tea, he began to indulge in the countless bursts of inspiration.

When Zhuo Qinglian was addicted to the sudden enlightenment, his aura suddenly surged a lot again, and the statue of Luo Shenxu behind him began to grow and condense. After a while, a pretty Zhen Ji stood behind her.

If Han Zhang could still see it, he would find that the image of Zhen Ji had become a dream-watching skin in the garden.

Zhen Ji's eyes drooped down on the garden, staring at Zhuo Qinglian sitting in front, and a water-like breath gushed out from her body, injecting into the latter's body.

Suddenly, the clear light in Zhuo Qinglian's body suddenly surged, almost competing with the lake green light emitted by Lu Yu Tea Sutra.

But she looked at Han Zhang, who was caught in sudden enlightenment when she closed her eyes and suddenly moved slightly, and she was a little shy. Then she bit her teeth lightly, held the Lu Yu Tea Sutra in her hand, closed her eyes and began to use the method silently. Countless silk threads made of clear lights stretched out from her eyebrows and pierced into the Lu Yu Tea Sutra.

Then, a stream of white mist rose from the Lu Yu Tea Sutra, and the white mist began to change in the air, as if it was evolving into a miniature world of sentient beings.

Just like the pictures Han Zhang saw before, they also began to evolve from the source of tea and the production of tea sets, but the picture should be more refined and realistic.

First, different types of soil appeared, and each piece of soil was so real that even a piece of sand was visible to the naked eye, including black soil, yellow soil, swamp soil, brown soil, red soil, etc. In the end, the rest disappeared one by one, leaving only a piece of soil that looked like a pile of rotten stones located in the south.

Then, the soil began to be planted with various tea species, and natural scenes such as sunlight, rain, dew, and lightning were generated in the white mist. As time flies, the tea species gradually grows, growing from saplings to big trees more than ten meters tall.

In this process, it seemed that it had experienced a natural choice. Various tea trees began to wither and decay, turned into spring mud and melted into the soil. In the end, only the Guzhu purple bamboo mother tree that grew up after thousands of years of wind and frost was left in this soil.

It is two, three or four months again. The tender leaves on this purple bamboo tree are like bamboo shoots, with green color and purple, with obvious silver hair, tight and clean appearance, complete and elegant. As soon as you get closer, you can smell the fragrance of tea from far away. The fragrance is so clear that it is so clear that it is so lingering.

The white mist transformed into a young woman with a blurred face. She stretched out her virginity and jade hand. When the Grain Rain was approaching, she picked only one bud and one leaf on each branch of the purple bamboo tree, and collected all the trees, but only a few grasps.

At the same time, across the sky, there was a white mist that transformed into a craftsman with a unclear face. He only cut off the trunks that had withered and undecayed before. There were also other mineral stones stacked here, and they made various tools on the spot, including cages, steamers, mortars, molds, anvils, eaves, etc.

When the tender leaves of purple bamboo shoots were picked, someone took them to spread them, finished them, cleaned them, cooled them, baked them, dried them, dried them again, etc. After various complicated processes, they were successfully fryed.

After the craftsman made various utensils, he began to make kilns and refine tea sets.

On the side, the white mist transformed into a mountain spring. Milky white pebbles were spread at the bottom of the stream. The water was clear and clear, and the water flowed without rushing. The sound of the dingdong spring water flowing down the steps and rocks was clear and clear, and the spring water was filled with a sweet smell.

At this time, the craftsman had already made the tea set and dissipated into white mist again. The remaining figure who was making tea finally fried the purple bamboo shoot tea. After carefully putting the tea leaves into the tea pot, it also turned into white mist and disappeared.

At this time, the mountain stream was close to the purple bamboo tree, and the two were combined together and turned into a scene of a stream surrounded by the tea tree and gathering into a spring under the steps. A tea table also appeared under the tree, with tea sets and tea leaves placed on it.

But I saw that the place where the craftsman was just now and the various tools he made turned into clear light and escaped into a tea set on the tea table. This immediately made these tea sets look unique and more real.

At this time, beside the coffee table, a figure gradually took shape, with clear eyebrows and beautiful appearance, but it was exactly the same as Zhuo Qinglian.

Zhuo Qinglian, who transformed into this illusion, first glanced at his own body, then shyly glanced at Han Zhang. After seeing him being completely immersed in the brainstorm, he let out a sigh of relief, endured his shame, and took off his clothes one by the spring water.

Until she was soaked naked in the clear spring water, she still looked back at Han Zhang's direction from time to time, worried about something.

However, at this time, she saw that her face was covered with sweat, and she was obviously exhausted. She suppressed her shyness and began to wash her body seriously. She also had a solemn look on her face, as if she was pious.

After finishing the bath, she returned to the edge of the spring. Her clothes had turned into white Hanfu. She was dressed neatly and walked slowly to the coffee table. But in the middle, she looked back at Han Zhang. Seeing that he was still meditating with his eyes closed, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat down happily.

Next, Zhuo Qinglian took the spring water from the upper reaches of the mountain stream, boiled it with firewood split from the tea tree, and once again carried out the steps of making tea in a posture full of infinite charm, giving people a beautiful imagination in every move.

The difference is that this time she put a large cup of tea in a Sancai bowl.

When Zhuo Qinglian held the bowl of Guzhu purple bamboo tea, her body was already sweating profusely, and more silk threads gushed out from the middle of her eyebrows and injected into the Lu Yu Tea Classic. More white mist radiated out from the Lu Yu Tea Classic and began to transform countless pictures above the bowl of tea.

It was the tea-wrenching incidents that happened to famous tea ceremony celebrities such as Yan Emperor Shennong discovered tea leaves, and spread all the way to Zhou Gongdan, Yan Ying, Danqiuzi, Sima Xiangru, Yang Xiong, etc., and everything was circulated in front of him.
Chapter completed!