Chapter Eighty-Five: Pure Heart Tea
Cao Hong didn't want to kill the little soldiers, looking at this one-sided slaughter, he had lost interest, and he kept protecting his war horse and going out.
Compared to these people, his shadow is the most precious.
Suddenly...... Pei Yuanshao's roar caught his attention!
"Cao An, capture the thief and capture the king first! Caught Pei Yuanshao! ”
Cao Hong commanded Cao An not far away, and he waved the big knife and went away stupidly.
Pei Yuanshao looked at the general wearing armor, and it was expected that he must be a general, because the smoke blinded his eyes, and he was a little blurry, and he didn't recognize it as Cao Hong for a while.
But......
Killing people first cut off the horse, Pei Yuanshao brandished his mace and smashed it over the front hooves of the Absolute Shadow.
Cao Hong always paid attention to the safety of the Absolute Shadow, how could he let his trick succeed, and a long knife of Zhangliu slammed it from top to bottom.
"Sonorous!"
With a loud bang, the mace smashed on the long knife, splashing countless sparks, and the Pu knife did not move at all, protecting the shadow.
Cao Hong hooked the barb of the mace and struggled to pick it out, Pei Yuanshao, who had already lost his strength, only felt a huge force rushing from the mace into his palm, and as soon as his palm was loosened, the mace flew away in response.
Pei Yuanshao, who had no mace, was like a toothless tiger, Cao An saw the right time, beckoned seven or eight brothers to rush up, threw him to the ground, and tied him up.
Cao Hong's cold eyes showed a hint of a smile, and he walked out with his hands behind his back.
"Pass the order down, and those who descend will not be killed!"
The rest will be left to Cao An, and ...... He had already heard Yu Ban's shouts outside.
Pei Yuanshao was tossed by Cao An, took two sharp breaths of evil breath, his eyes were black, and he fainted, and looked at the vague figure suspiciously in front of his eyes.
This man...... Who the hell is it?
Cao Hong didn't know that Pei Yuanshao, who was puzzled, had fainted, he went out of the woods, explained to Yu Ban, asked him to clean up the battlefield, and went back to the camp to find Ning Rong!
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The Great Tent of the Chinese Army.
Ning Rong and Lu Xun sat cross-legged across from each other, a small stove was placed on the table, and the flaming red fireworks burned the exquisite copper teapot, and the steaming heat was rising.
Ning Rong took a cloth pad and put his hand down, happily holding the copper teapot, and poured the hot tea into the two teacups that had been prepared for a long time, the clear tea was filled with a fragrance, and a few green leaf tips floated on it.
Lu Xun looked at the smiling master, and then looked down at the tea in front of him, the clear water was steaming, and there were a few leaves floating in the middle, and there was nothing else.
This is also called tea? Can you drink it?
Early this morning, the master called him to the big tent of the Chinese army, saying that it was for him to drink a good thing, Lu Xun has been full of expectations for his omnipotent master since he drank the wine brewed by Ning Rong.
Who knows, only after coming to know that it turned out to be tea?
But......
Looking at the master who had been busy all morning, he still couldn't believe the treasure in the master's mouth, which was a few light and lush green leaves in front of him.
In his image, a good soup tea requires a lot of spices, cinnamon, a few spoonfuls of mutton fat, salt and other extravagant ingredients to make a strong fragrant tea.
"Come on! Try the Qingxin tea made by the master for you! Ning Rong saw Lu Xun's suspicions, and raised his glass to signal him to taste it, but he picked up the teacup, gently blew on the hot air, and poked a sip of tea.
Watching the tea slowly float to the surface and then slowly sink again, the tea leaves stretched unscrupulously in the cup, Ning Rong took a sip of the light bitterness in the fragrance, and moaned comfortably.
Lu Xun looked at the master with a comfortable expression on his face, and also learned from Ning Rong's appearance and took a sip of tea.
Well?
It's so bitter......
Lu Xun's face changed, and he wanted to spit out the tea, but he saw that the master was looking at him calmly, although the master's face was very calm, but the bright and chaotic eyes were hiding the light of insight into people's hearts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of being seen through in his heart, Lu Xun endured the bitterness and swallowed the tea into his stomach, but as for the water in the teacup, he never wanted to touch it again.
"Bo Yan, is it bitter?" Ning Rong asked calmly.
Lu Xun hesitated: "Yes...... Some! ”
"Does the tea smell good?" Ning Rong continued to ask.
"Huh?" Lu Xun reminisced about the feeling below, nodded honestly, and said, "There is a trace of fragrance!" ”
He specially said that 'a trace of 'a trace' is very heavy, and the implication is that the bitterness of this tea is too great, which has masked the slightest hint of aroma.
Ning Rong smiled and shook his head, this little slippery head!
"Bo Yan, do you know? Your heart is upset, are you worried that Zilian and they won't be able to win? Or are you worried that your master's plan won't succeed? ”
Ning Rong said to himself, got up and stood up and took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, and Lu Xun also stood up.
"Qingxin tea, only when you are truly quiet, from the inner quiet, you can taste his aroma, that unique feeling, like a paradise between green mountains and green waters, can make your whole person become calm, this feeling can only be understood, not spoken."
Ning Rong turned around and stared at Lu Xun's eyes with a meaning, and said, "And a restless heart, whether it is living in the deep mountains or hiding in the midst of prosperity, cannot be quiet. Your heart is the swaggering branch now, you know? Look at the hundred-year-old tree, only the silent root system, hidden deep in the ground, not confused by everything in the world, can quietly watch the impermanence. ”
Lu Xun listened silently with a respectful face, he knew that this was the master teaching himself, with Ning Rong's words, his eyes kept flickering, and suddenly he suddenly found that his heart seemed to understand something.
But......
What exactly do you understand? He couldn't say it again.
Lu Xun scratched his head in confusion, bowed hesitantly and replied: "Master's teachings, Boyan dare not forget." The master meant that if the heart is disturbed, he will not be able to taste the taste of tea? ”
Looking at Lu Xun's respectful appearance, Ning Rong smiled noncommittally, no matter what, his character is still worthy of praise.
Don't look at him as very casual on weekdays, but he still cares a lot about his cheap apprentices.
"Go ahead! Drink that pot of tea, this is the punishment of today's teacher! Would you like to? Ning Rong waved his hand, pointed to the copper teapot and commanded.
"The disciple is stupid and can't comprehend the master's true meaning, the disciple is willing!" Lu Xun respectfully saluted Ning Rong, turned around and went to taste tea.
Seeing his sincere appearance, Ning Rong muttered to himself, is it still very cool to be a teacher!
"Taste it carefully, and when you go back, you will make up this lesson for your junior brother!"
"Yes, master!"
After all, he was just a teenager, hearing the master's words, thinking of Cao Ang's stupid appearance, Lu Xun was overjoyed, he must study hard, and let him drink this bitter tea when the time comes!
Oh no! It's a pure heart tea!