The strongest tea ceremony

Chapter 72: Walking in the Sky (33)

Holding a chopper to cut the wire, all the way with a lightning bolt.When high-rise buildings rise from the ground, it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone else.

Ruan Zhonghua, Hard Yuxi, the shorter the hair, the more awesome; riding a wolf, herding sheep, singing folk songs and playing hooligans.

Chen Long breathed a sigh of relief, browsing through the text sent by the think tank, an unprecedented comfort, "...the host gathers six grades of tea, and needs to follow the following cultivation method to run around the sky. Three days of running the Great Circle, speed up the absorption of tea gas, adjust the breath of tea gas in the dantian to the eight extraordinary meridians..."

row size weekdays?What an international joke!

Is the tea ceremony system crazy, why is it getting more and more complicated?
Next, pictures flickered in the light circle, obviously like those martial arts secrets, drawing the route of the whole body's meridians, the flowing into the whole body's acupuncture points.

There are two sets of detailed diagrams in succession, the first one is obviously the cultivation method of Xing Xiao Zhou, and the second one is the cultivation method of Xing Da Zun.

Zishi every day, tea ceremony system, you win!
However, after thinking about it, it seems that having this kind of cultivation is of great benefit to improving martial arts cultivation.

In Shenzhen City, there are heaven-level masters in the mysterious field. If I don't seek a breakthrough, then I will only be slaughtered by others.

No wonder the tea ceremony system has been endowed with force value from the very beginning. It turns out that in such a city, there are indeed masters of martial arts.

At the beginning, I still thought that even if I became a master in practice, there would be no use for heroes.Thinking about it now, I obviously thought too much.

According to this situation, if he can't break through martial arts as soon as possible, not only will he be in danger, let alone guarding a teahouse to protect Luo Xi's safety.

In his mind, Luo Xi was the person who really wanted to protect.

The sole heir to the Luo Group, his own boss.

"...Due to the consumption of tea energy by running around the world, the host needs to make a pot of tea and drink it before practicing every day..."

This is exactly what I wanted. After Chen Long browsed the think tank, he had a certain idea in his mind. Practice has become a required course every day. He no longer has to think about the headless running around like before.

According to such a training mode, it will not take long to strengthen the training to break through the realm of martial arts.

With such a beautiful long-cherished wish, after washing and cleaning, and going to bed, he sat cross-legged, and his spiritual consciousness had imprinted the icon displayed in the aperture, holding Guiyuan with both hands, and slowly adjusting the breath of tea, from the dantian inner start,
The so-called running small circulatory system means that true qi circulates unimpededly in the Ren and Du channels, and the qi flows from the Du channel to the Ren channel. This is the retrograde small circulatory system mentioned in qigong.

Because the normal operation of human meridians is that the Governor Vessel descends and the Ren Vessel ascends.As for the small Zhou, the direct movement means that the Governor Vessel descends and the Ren Vessel ascends.

Chen Long followed the diagram to move the tea energy in his Dantian, and circulated the tea energy smoothly between Ren and Du's two meridians. It circulated through Xiao Zhoutian, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out from his forehead.

It may be Chen Long's first time running Xiao Zhou Tian, ​​so, relatively speaking, it will make him feel a little strenuous.

After running it for two or three times, after the tea gas flowed smoothly between Rendu's second meridians and Dantian, I was already full of energy.

However, the sweat on his forehead kept beading, and after a while, the sweat dripped down his cheeks.

It was a quiet night, relatively quiet, without any waves. After five small cycles, Chen Long held back the tea breath, adjusted his breath a little, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, in the early morning, Chen Long still came to a teahouse early. At present, the teahouse can be said to be troubled. Once someone comes to make trouble, it will inevitably become a mess.

Chen Long felt more and more the burden on his shoulders was heavy, and he gradually developed a sense of belonging to Youjian Teahouse.

The life and death of a teahouse is his life and death.With such a belief, I devoted myself to the work of a teahouse.

Luo Xi and Xu Xiaofang hadn't come to the teahouse yet. He opened the door and walked into the teahouse slowly. Looking at everything in the room, the ancient fragrance and ancient charm made him feel a kind of relaxation from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Teahouses may be used as a station for fast-paced urbanites, and this kind of station is not just a place to rest and relax, but a station for the soul.

It is an attitude of relaxing and pleasing the soul, stopping here and making it a harbor for the soul.

"Cough, cough, cough..." An old, short-spirited cough brought Chen Long back to his thoughts. The door of the teahouse was slowly pushed open by an old man with a stooped back. He looked like gray hair, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be wrinkles Like a mountain system, it covered his entire face.

Leaning on a crutch, he walked staggeringly. When he walked in, he looked at Chen Long with cloudy eyes. After hesitating for a while, he asked in an extremely hoarse voice: "Shopkeeper, may I have any tea?"

Chen Long looked at the old man for a few times, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a hint of a smile. Unexpectedly, a business came to the door so early, and he quickly greeted: "Hello, old man! There is tea, please sit at the tea table here, please wait a moment. Wait, I'll prepare it for you right away."

The old man let out a "hmm", followed by another "cough, cough, cough..." panting cough. According to Chen Long's instructions, he sat on a seat next to the tea table.

Chen Long didn't think much about it. He boiled the water, picked up a bag of tea, and walked to the tea table. With his skillful tea art, he warmed the cup, washed the tea, brewed it, poured it, and served it. In a short time, he had a cup of tea. The fragrant tea was placed in front of the old man.

While Chen Long was making tea, the old man kept looking at Chen Long with a serene face, even with a kind smile on his face.

"Old man, please use tea." A cup of blue and white porcelain teacup, filled with the smell of tea, Chen Long served the tea in front of the old man, then stood up, ready to leave.

But the old man stopped Chen Long with a hoarse voice, "Ahem...Young man, it's so early in the morning and there are no tea guests, so why can't you have a cup of tea with my old man?"

This sentence surprised Chen Long, and he couldn't help but look at the old man again, with a kind face and no malice.

There was nothing special to think about, so I just sat down and smiled slightly, "I'm afraid to disturb your tea-tasting pleasure, old man."

He wondered in his heart, this old man probably belonged to some empty-nester family, who was lonely and empty at home, so he walked out early in the morning and came to a teahouse, hoping to find someone to chat with to ease the loneliness A sense of emptiness.

"Hehehe, cough cough...it's okay, having a cup of tea will not spoil the old man's mood." The old man was amiable while talking, and he continued to cough.

"Old man, you are suffering from a cold, and you are still not in good health. Why do you keep coughing? What about your family?" Chen Long took a teacup, poured tea for himself, and inquired about the news of the old man.

(End of this chapter)