As he spoke, Bai Ye's eyes also focused on the courtyard, "Junior Brother Ci, remember what Senior Brother said, here, don't hide your clumsiness, just go all out to show your talent."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ye's eyes also became dull and lost their sparkle.
"Go all out to show off? I'm afraid this tea mountain can't bear it." Ci Song murmured, following the gazes of several people and looking into the courtyard again.
The next second, the scene in front of Ci Song changed again. This time, he found himself in the courtyard. Ci Song saw a middle-aged man in green robe sitting on the main seat. In front of him was a huge tea stove. On the tea stove, a pot of tea is steaming.
"Literary fortune is soaring, dragons and phoenixes are harmonious, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, it is a pity to have such a talent." The middle-aged man turned to look at Ci Song and said.
"you are?"
"Just tell me to be silent." The middle-aged man replied, "Looking at your six arts talents, you are extremely confused. I think you must be a heterodox person."
"Za Dao?" Ci Song was slightly startled. He had never heard of the word "Za Dao".
"Beyond the six arts, all are miscellaneous." The middle-aged man explained: "Three chances, you can make the tea stove boil, you will pass the test."
After that, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and ignored Ci Song.
"Huh? Is that all you said?"
Ci Song was confused. Why did this man only speak half of his words? Let him activate the tea stove. How? I walked over and gave the tea stove a kick. It moved. Does that count?
Of course, Ci Song just complained twice in his heart.
"This test shouldn't be difficult. I'll copy a poem related to tea and see if I can resonate with it."
Soon, Ci Song thought of a pagoda poem that impressed him deeply when he was a child. It came from "One to Seven Character Poems: Tea" written by the Tang poet Yuan Zhen, and then Ci Song began to recite it directly to the tea stove.
"Tea,
Fragrant leaves, buds.
I admire poets and love the monk's family.
Carved white jade, woven red yarn.
The yellow pistil color is fried in Jiao, and the bowl is turned into dust flowers.
I invite you to accompany the bright moon at night, and face the morning glow alone.
I have washed away all the people of the past and present without getting tired, and I will know that I am not worthy of praise after being drunk. "
This to seven-character poem, commonly known as pagoda poem, is relatively rare in ancient Chinese poetry, which is one of the reasons why Ci Song Dynasty was deeply impressed by it.
Yuan Zhen's pagoda poem is like a senior tea grower slowly expressing his deep feelings for tea.
First of all, he induced people's great love for tea with its green nature. Every piece of tea is like an emerald in nature, exuding a fresh aroma, like a gift from nature, making people feel comfortable and peaceful no matter when and where.
Then Yuan Zhen talked about the cooking of tea and people's tea drinking customs. The process of making tea is like brewing a piece of culture and a piece of life.
The blending of water and tea leaves and the rising heat have become a ritual and a kind of enjoyment in people's lives. Whether it is to refresh the mind in the morning or to quench the heat and thirst in the afternoon, tea has become an indispensable good partner for people.
As for the last sentence, "People of ancient and modern times are not tired, how can they be praised after being drunk?" It shows that tea can wash away the tiredness of people of ancient and modern times, so how can the drunkenness of tea not make people fall in love with it?
The ancients used tea to make friends and communicate their feelings. Every piece of tea carries the emotions and wisdom of the ancients. Now, on this quiet tea mountain, Yuan Zhen's pagoda poem vividly describes the word "tea".
Each word is like a note, spit out from Ci Song's mouth, and each note is full of emotion and power. The boiling tea, as if infected by the poetry of the Song Dynasty, kept rolling, and the hot steam seemed to form a magnificent picture, making the entire teahouse look antique.
Just as Ci Song finished reciting the last word, the huge tea stove suddenly made a "plop" sound.
The top lid instantly flew into the air, revealing a huge space. In the space, crystal clear tea beads are rolling continuously, exuding bursts of alluring aroma.
"How could you trigger the tea stove so easily?"
The man in green robe suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the boiling tea stove, his heart filled with horror.
He originally thought that Ci Song would take a long time to brew. After all, he only had three chances. However, he did not expect that Ci Song seemed to be prepared in advance. He opened his mouth to write a poem, and it was also a very strange poem that seemed to be not a poem. . . poetry?
The man in green robe could not understand. The poems recited by Ci Song were beyond his scope of knowledge. At least, there had been no such type of poems in the past thousands of years.
But he also heard the praise of tea in this poem. In the description, there is a moving fragrance: fragrant leaves, beautiful shapes: young buds, Quchen flowers, and vivid colors: "Crushed white jade, red weaving Yarn. Pan-fried yellow pistil color." When drinking tea, you should accompany the bright moon at night, and face the morning glow before morning. You really enjoy a life as happy as a fairy.
The man in green robe widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. It seemed that there was something extraordinary about this little boy coming here.
Although he was sitting on the main seat, his mind was always wandering outside. The young man in front of him reminded him of a genius decades ago who also used mixed methods to ink. That genius also opened his mouth to chant poems, which instantly caused the teapot to boil. The genius's cultivation at that time was higher than that of the young man in front of him, and he was a scholar.
"First test, passed perfectly." The slightly indifferent voice of the man in green robe reached Ci Song's ears.
"Ah? I thought it was over, but it turns out this is just the first trial? May I ask, sir, how many trials are there in total?" Ci Song asked curiously.
"Two attempts in total. On the second try, defeat me."
After the words fell, the scene in front of Ci Song changed again. The two appeared in the vast grassland, and only the middle-aged man and Ci Song were left in the whole world.
"You cultivated yourself as a child, so this trial will be based on your childhood."
He released a strong green talent, which was as solid as a thousand-year-old tree and as agile as the rippling blue waves. In the palm of his hand was a long emerald green knife. This long knife seemed to be carved from the most delicate jade, and the blade was filled with the vitality of life.
The long knife points to the sky, which is a blue and boundless sky. As if being pulled by some kind of force, the sky began to change, and a huge green dragon condensed like magic. The dragon's body is hundreds of meters long, winding and extremely agile.
The dragon's eyes are as big as a wheel, emitting sharp and deep light, as if they can see into all the secrets of the world. The dragon's claws are extremely sharp, like a sharp blade that tears everything apart. The dragon's tail is as long as a whip, and the sound of piercing the air echoes as it dances.
Ci Song looked at the giant dragon in front of him and was dumbfounded: "Huh?? Your child is so fierce, isn't it?"
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