Chapter 4 Chapter Three

The army is stationed near a small monastery.This is a long-abandoned monastery, only the main hall and a few rooms remain, and the rest have collapsed.The head of the Buddha statue has been knocked off, and the golden paint on the Buddha's body has long since peeled off, and it has been burned into a colorful silk coat by the years. The rain has been falling, only a little less.The stone steps paved in the monastery have not completely collapsed, and it is not too muddy compared to the field.The soldiers were temporarily stationed near the monastery, preparing to spend the night before moving on.

The wind blows the ancient trees outside the temple, just like the evening drums and morning bells many years ago. Yue Xieyi led the disciples of Huayin Pavilion, covered the main hall a little bit, blocked the seemingly never-ending rain, and moved the Buddha statue out, the main hall finally had some appearance. The gang leaders set up the marching cauldron, poured food into it, and lit the fire.After a while, the aroma floated out and spread in the damp temple.There was a smile on everyone's face.They set up tents one after another, prepared to have a big meal, sleep well, and prepare for tomorrow's rapid march.

Sitting in front of the window, looking at the rain outside, Xiangsi couldn't help but think of the group of people in Pujia Town.Did they escape the pursuit of Japanese soldiers?Have they returned to their homes? Although the possibility of this is very small, Xiangsi can't help but fantasize in a better direction, and at the same time, she feels a bit of hatred for her compromise. Zhuo Wangsun stood on the main hall, not intending to sit down at all.Elders from various factions of the Righteous Way sat around, and on the periphery were Li Rusong and the three deputy commanders Yang Yuan, Li Rubai, Zhang Shijue and others.

Everyone was silent, and it seemed that the rain was stuck in their thoughts. The night gradually sank.The dense night shrouded the rain, and even the lights seemed to be soaked in water, floating red like rouge. Xiangsi felt that the silence was so unbearable, she couldn't help standing up and walking out. Suddenly, a voice came in from the yard: "It's raining on such a night, and the guests are far away, how can we not drink a cup of tea?" All the elders and the general soldiers were shocked.They camped in this temple, naturally arranged many patrolling people.Not only scouts from the military camp, but also disciples from Shaolin and Wuzhong.It can be said that it is foolproof, how can someone walk into the yard without noticing it?If this person was an enemy, wouldn't they have been attacked long ago?

Zhuo Wangsun raised his eyebrows and said: "The cold air hits people, drinking tea is very good. It's just that guests don't have this kind of thing." The man smiled and said, "It just so happened that I brought it." The door of the hall was gently pushed open, and two people walked in. The first person looked very strange, with red eyebrows and red pupils, a very thin face, long hair fluttering, and did not wear an umbrella, but there was not even a drop of rain on his hair.He wore a very high silk crown on his head, and the white clothes on his body were like snow, but they were extremely complicated, and the wide sleeves of the robe almost fell to the ground.

Whoever is wrapped in such a large garment must look extremely comical.However, no one thought this person was funny.Not only is it not funny, but it is also extremely majestic, just like the eight million gods who come to the kingdom of the rising sun. Another person stood behind him with his hands down, holding a huge bamboo basket in his hand.Blocked by this man's sharpness, almost no one noticed him. The person who was at the front smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhuo is good." Turning around, he said, "Master Tan Hong, the Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty..."

Everyone was greeted, not even the general soldiers were missed.Everyone looked at each other with surprise on their faces. This person has a strange appearance, he is not from the Central Plains at first glance, and it is even more impossible to know these people.How did he know everyone's name? Obviously, he already knew these people, but no one knew him.If he is an enemy...the crowd didn't dare to think about it any longer, and returned a salute with a complicated mentality. The man walked up to Zhuo Wangsun and sat cross-legged.The way he sat was very strange, his legs were tight together, he was kneeling on the ground, his lower body was completely covered by the baggy clothes, his appearance was extremely weird.

Everyone in the palace was shocked.This kind of kneeling posture is only used by Japanese people in the world.Are these two people actually Japanese?Their expedition to Korea was to suppress the Japanese soldiers.These two people dared to join the tens of thousands of enemy troops alone, this kind of courage is really amazing. Why are they here? The ground had been swept clean, Zhuo Wangsun also sat down slowly. The person in front smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhuo's dragon and phoenix posture is like the appearance of the sun. I admire him very much. I came here today, and I want to ask Mr. Zhuo about the tea ceremony."

This is undoubtedly a statement of identity, because only the country of the rising sun advocates the tea ceremony.Although tea originated in China, Chinese literati have always admired nature, so there is no need to stick to this section, so tea is not called Tao.Only in the Land of the Rising Sun is it called the Tea Ceremony.The nobles of the Land of the Rising Sun indulged in the tea ceremony as a fashion, and gradually developed a set of strange and unique etiquette.Everyone frowned when they heard that he was going to teach him about the tea ceremony. Just because China is known as the Central Empire, it has always sneered at the tea ceremony.Although the tea ceremony has a very high status in the Land of the Rising Sun, it is not valued very much in China. Compared with music, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., it has become a small way.Therefore, even the Chinese literati who are most obsessed with tea have never dabbled in it.Now when they heard that he was going to ask Zhuo Wangsun about the tea ceremony, everyone felt a little uneasy.

Zhuo Wangsun is known as the best in martial arts and the best in literary talent.If he wants to learn martial arts, everyone believes that Zhuo Wangsun will win no matter whether it is sword or fist.But such a remote way is hard to say.In case of defeat, although there is no danger of life, it will always hurt morale. This person called out everyone's name first when he entered the door, but everyone knew nothing about him, and he had already lost a trick.If he loses another trick in the tea ceremony, it can be called a crushing defeat.When two armies confront each other, the first thing to pay attention to is morale.When morale is depressed, victory or defeat is unspeakable.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Wangsun, hoping that he would not agree. Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly and said, "Please." Everyone's heart tightened.There was a hint of surprise in that person's eyes, as if he didn't expect Zhuo Wangsun to agree.He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand lightly. The second person in the entourage kneels?Next to him, he took out the contents of the bamboo basket one by one and placed them between the two of them. They are just teapots and tea bowls, bamboo chopsticks and bamboo spoons.A mallet-shaped vase is placed on a thin board, and a single chrysanthemum is inserted in the vase.The slender wooden frame propped up a calligraphy and painting with ink and brush. When these few things were placed, it was like building a small tea room.Fresh and elegant, it makes the annoying rain become like flying filaments, long and rhyme. The people in the hall could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and unconsciously relaxed. The entourage took out a small four-inch clay stove, put in a few pieces of slightly green charcoal, set up a grapple kettle with a quaint shape, and opened a black one in the bamboo basket with the word "Snow" written on it. Pour water into the cauldron.After a while, a layer of fine water foam floated on the surface of the water. ?With a smile on his face, he took out a tea pot made of porcelain, set out two tea bowls, and began to order tea. His movements are not fast, quiet and natural, like a strange dance, which is pleasing to the eye.His smile changed leisurely with his movements, as if he was reclining to appreciate the mountain spirit, sitting and admiring the white clouds.The sleeves of the robe fluttered, and the faint fragrance of tea came out, which made people refreshed in the dreary rainy season. Zhuo Wangsun reached out and took the tea pot over, appreciating the pattern on the tea pot that had been carved for a long time.Only after this long touching and wiping can they wash away their craftsmanship and reveal their natural beauty. "The Yujian Chong of Chuhua is an ancient relic from the Tang Dynasty. It is rumored to be a rare treasure, and it really lives up to its reputation." He raised his head, and his eyes traced the strokes of the ink: "Xu? Zen master's ink is hard to see in the land of the rising sun. The Zen mind has melted into the paper and ink, making people feel peaceful when they see it. And Zong Yi Gong Sushang's quiet tea ceremony really complements each other, and any evaluation is superfluous." The person accompanying him was pouring the boiling water from the iron kettle into the tea bowl, when he heard this, his hands shook and some water spilled out.There was a look of surprise on his face. The person in front laughed and said: "Zong Yi, Mr. Zhuo, since he recognized the ink marks of Xu Tang and the shoulder of Chu Hua, he naturally knows that the only one who owns these two treasures in this world is Qian Zong Yi, who is known as the number one tea ceremony in the Land of the Rising Sun. No need surprise." Qian Zongyi bowed and said, "Mr. Zhuo has really good eyesight." Zhuo Wangsun smiled slightly and said, "It should be said that Mr. Xiuji is very lucky." That person was startled at first, his eyes suddenly?Li got up, and stared at Zhuo Wangsun through the misty water vapor rising from the tea soup.But this edge was only revealed for a moment, and then disappeared completely, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuo has really good eyesight. That's right, next is Hirai Hideyoshi." Zhuo Wangsun smiled and said, "It should be Lord Guan Bai." Ping Hideyoshi smiled and said, "It's nothing more than a false name." Everyone in the palace was shocked.Guan Bai, these two words sound ordinary in the Central Plains, but in the Land of the Rising Sun, it is an official position that is under one person and above ten thousand people.It is equivalent to the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.The current Guanbai of the Land of the Rising Sun is a generation of heroes. He has defeated Mitsuhide Akechi, Toshiie Maeda, Ieyasu Tokugawa and others successively, and unified the Land of the Rising Sun, which has been in war for a long time. Oda Nobunaga?superior.Could it be this Hira Hideyoshi? He is the mastermind of the invasion of Goryeo.If he is captured, the Japanese army will collapse immediately.But he came to the enemy's formation with only one person to pay a visit to the invincible Zhuo Wangsun.What exactly does he want to do? The faces of the two were indifferent, unable to see what was going on.Qian Zongyi said: "Please have some tea." Ping Hideyoshi picked up a cup of tea: "This bowl is also a treasure, named Nizi Tianmu. Tea is the strong tea Zong Yigong is best at." Said, raised the teacup, finished the tea in three sips, raised the teacup flat, looked at Zhuo Wangsun with a smile. The people in the hall could not help but gasp. Hirai Hideyoshi's movements seem ordinary, but every move, drink, taste, and release are all in line with the festival. Although it is simple, there seems to be something mysterious in it?The meaning is implied, and it echoes Qian Zongyi's way of ordering tea, just like the thin chrysanthemum inserted next to it, which is simple and beautiful, pleasing to the eye.Obviously, it is the tea ceremony that has been popular in the Land of the Rising Sun for hundreds of years. But people in the Central Plains don't know anything about this "Tao".Even Zhuo Wangsun, who is the most elegant in the world, would never dabble in such exotic ways. How to drink this cup of tea? Everyone's hearts gradually sank. As long as there is any movement that does not conform to the rules, it will inevitably be ridiculed by the other two masters of the tea ceremony.Everyone already understood the purpose of Hirai Hideyoshi who came to offer tea.He just wanted to use the tea ceremony unique to the Land of the Rising Sun to dampen the morale of the Ming army first. This is undoubtedly his second move here. All eyes are on Zhuo Wangsun?Watch how he drinks this cup of tea. He really doesn't understand the tea ceremony of the Land of the Rising Sun.The few movements that Hirai Hideyoshi just performed seem simple, but they are all after years of immersion, and there are many subtleties in them, but they cannot be learned in a short glance.Although Zhuo Wangsun was not familiar with the tea ceremony, he also knew that since Ping Hideyoshi drank the tea first, it showed that the second cup of tea must not be drunk according to the method of the first cup of tea.Even if he learned Hirai Hideyoshi's techniques perfectly, he would definitely make people laugh. The fragrance of tea comes against people, and the slightly bitter breath seems to be like mountains hidden in the rain. This cup of tea is the best in the world. Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly. "Why drink tea?" Ping Hideyoshi sat down solemnly: "I was about to ask for advice." Zhuo Wangsun: "To cleanse the customs." Hirao Hideyoshi nodded: "Not bad." Zhuo Wangsun: "This place is too vulgar, not suitable for drinking tea. Play the piano." A person behind him agreed softly, only to see a woman stepping forward in small steps.She lowered her head slightly, looking soft and peaceful.The pale emerald shirt was stirred in the rain, like a famous painting soaked wet.She also sat on the ground with a piano on her lap.Just took out the qin, Hira Hideyoshi couldn't help but blurted out: "Good qin." The shape of the qin is extremely quaint, there are no carved patterns on it, and it is as quiet as the water waves in the Yalu River.But with just a swipe of the woman's slender fingers, a clear and pleasant voice flowed out, and everyone's spirits couldn't help but be lifted. Ping Hideyoshi praised: "It is rumored that Miss Qinyan's Tianfeng Huanpei is the number one Qin in the world, seeing her today, she really deserves her reputation. ? That woman is Xinyue Concubine Qinyan in Huayin Pavilion.Hearing Hirai Hideyoshi's words, he couldn't help smiling.Lift your fingers lightly and slowly twist, the sound of the piano is like a spring, gurgling out. Hirao Hideyoshi showed surprise on his face. Zhuo Wangsun said: "Wait a minute." He took out a jade box from his pocket and said, "Do you recognize this thing?" The jade used in that jade box is extremely fine, gentle and delicate.Qin Yan took a closer look, and couldn't help exclaiming, almost touching her knee?The piano was overturned.She looked at Zhuo Wangsun, her eyes like the autumn moon were full of panic and fear. Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "When I first entered Koryo, I met an old man. I fought with him three times and took this object from him. It is said that this object is an old item of the royal family and is extremely precious. If you can get Qu The bullet is good, how about I reward you with this?" With that said, unscrew the jade box.There were a few slices of agarwood in the box, Zhuo Wangsun picked it up casually and placed it beside the stove, after a while, a wisp of faint green smoke rose from the incense, and as soon as it entered his nose, he immediately felt refreshed. Famous tea, famous qin, famous incense, this abandoned monastery suddenly seemed to hold a Utan Dharma ceremony, which was boundless and graceful. However, Qin Yan's face changed drastically, and he could hardly bear to ask Zhuo Wangsun something.Zhuo Wangsun's faint smile?Like a mountain, it choked her words in her throat. She felt that her heart was cooling down a little bit. She moved her body with difficulty, and finally, she sat down again and trimmed the strings.Her fingers became extremely stiff. She had been playing this piano for fifteen years, and she was so familiar with it that she could no longer be familiar with it. But at this moment, she couldn't even straighten out the strings. A drop of tears fell on the strings, Qin Yan lowered his head, and the delicate dimple hidden under the radiance was extremely sad. Three palms in a row. No one in the world can survive Zhuo Wangsun.What's more, his most beloved treasure was also taken away.That was the only treasure he brought with him when he was forced to leave the capital. Love was like life, and he never left his body. He, is he dead? Clank, clank. Dazzling?Sound, one or two or like weeping. The sound of the qin is very low, like the fallen pistils stripped of the flower branches in the mountain stream, floating lonely in the wind; The altars rotate silently. Slender and quiet.The empty flowers fall into shadows, and there is no trace to be found. Tears dripped intermittently on the body of the qin, and the slight percussion sound blended perfectly with the sound of the qin, turning into a heartbroken sound. The people in the hall almost held their breath, for fear that the slightest sound would disturb the sound of the piano. In a trance, they seemed to think of their flowery youth and their once-disappointed beauty.The frivolous and young are lost and forgotten. In an instant, tears were streaming down my face. This?Although the song is nameless, it is extremely sad, and it is unbearable to listen to it, but it is unbearable not to listen to it. All the dusty feelings in the mundane world are washed away in this song.Everyone feels that their muscles and bones have turned into ice and snow, without any dirt.This song, like a bright mirror, illuminates their livers and gallbladders with ice and snow, and every inch of their hearts becomes stardust floating in the night sky. A song subsides, and the eyes are full of desolation. Only a touch of agarwood, and the bitter tea fragrance are engraved in the rain. Qin Yan pressed his hand on the strings, his heart was dead. There was also a trace of bewilderment in Hira Hideyoshi's eyes, the sadness and sadness of this song obviously far exceeded his expectations.Those who indulge in the tea ceremony are naturally quite proficient in the rhyme.The beauty of piano sound, of course, is that the more proficient the person is, the stronger the feeling will be. But he immediately turned his gaze to Zhuo Wangsun. Although this peerless hero was overwhelmed by the beauty of the piano sound, he did not forget the purpose of coming here this time. He must see how Zhuo Wangsun drinks this cup of tea. Zhuo Wangsun also looked at him. In an instant, Hira Hideyoshi's heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, and he felt an unimaginable chill.He has experienced hundreds of battles and killed people like hemp.But, the murderous intent contained in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, even a hero like him couldn't help but be shocked! Zhuo Wangsun said word by word: "This cup of tea is not for me." "Only the unique tea in the world is suitable for me to drink!" Ping Xiuji's eyes were completely attracted by the murderous intent in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, and he couldn't help but said: "What kind of tea is unique??" Zhuo Wangsun: "That's it!" Suddenly a startling rainbow came out dazzlingly.It was Zhuo Wangsun who raised his hand lightly.The scene in front of Hira Hideyoshi suddenly collapsed.Zhuo Wangsun's blue sleeves flew past his eyes like a cloud, but he seemed to be frozen, unable to speak, move, or even think.She could only watch him in bewilderment as he stretched out his hand and grabbed Qian Zongyi by the throat. The blood burst like snow on the mountain, Hirao Hideyoshi could even hear the sound of blood spurting from Qian Zongyi's neck, like the sound of wind. The blood formed a bunch of mournful bursting fireworks, solidified in the air, endlessly gorgeous. Qian Zongyi's fright, everyone's exclamation, and Hirai Hideyoshi's fright were all so calm, as if they were a painting copied by a master. ?In the sky of blood and dust, Zhuo Wangsun picked up the cup of tea. "This is the unique tea in the world. Since then, no one in the world has been able to brew such tea." Drank it down. Hira Hideyoshi exhausted all his strength, let out an exclamation, and staggered back! This is not the tea ceremony, but the Asura way! His back hit the doorpost hard, and the sharp pain made him wake up suddenly. A surprised face appeared in his sight.He couldn't help but shot and grabbed him: "Zong Yi!" Qian Zongyi knelt down in front of him: "Master, what's wrong with you?" Hira Hideyoshi choked suddenly. After a while, he relaxed little by little.A smile reappeared on his face. Looking up, Zhuo Wangsun still smiled calmly? "What do you see?" The teacup was gently placed on the ground.What has faded is the last ray of elegance. Hirao Hideyoshi calmed down completely.Flicking the sleeves of the robe, he sat down again. He stretched out his fingers, picked up a trace of incense dust that had been burned by the stove with his long fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it lightly: "Mr. .Be willing to bow down." As he spoke, he knelt down to salute Zhuo Wangsun. Everyone in the hall was shocked again.It is rumored that the soul-breaking fragrance is a strange fragrance from the Western Regions, and the fragrance penetrates directly into the mind, causing people to have extremely strange hallucinations.It is a treasure from another continent. Hira Hideyoshi backed away in panic, what phantom did he see? Hirao Hideyoshi sighed and said: "Sunrise? People admire the beauty of slenderness and misery. Sir, drinking tea with the harp of tears and the sound of blood coagulation, although it is not the tea ceremony, it is the highest state that the tea ceremony cannot reach. I am sincerely convinced. " He stood up, but still maintained the posture of worship. "My dear sir, the first battle in Pyongyang." Zhuo Wangsun smiled and watched Hira Hideyoshi out of the temple. Everyone is suspicious. Why did Ping Xiuji let him down, and why did Zhuo Wangsun let him go? While his morale was frustrated, it would be more beneficial to capture him, capture the thief first, and capture the king first. Wouldn't it be more beneficial to fight in Pyongyang? But Zhuo Wangsun didn't say anything, and no one dared to ask.