Yan Jingliu, a Confucian master, looks like a kind old man who grows flowers and grass in his neighbor's house every day, and it makes people feel close when he sees it.
Especially his pair of eyes, completely opposite to his old face, always flashing with the curiosity of young people, full of profound and boundless wisdom and aura.
He has a vast sky, a straight nose, three long beards floating on his chest, and a body as tall as a cedar, with the bearing of a great Confucian master.
Among the heroes in the world, Luo Podi is the most arrogant and ruthless, Zen Master Wu Nian is the most merciful, Shentu Zhenyue is an outstanding hero, and Situ Lingfeng is a solitary man who is as cold as ice on the outside and hot as a volcano on the inside. Xiao Bugan is a chic and calm prodigal son... and the great master in front of him is full of the style of a national scholar who is as calm as a mountain and as calm as a deep sea.
This is a peerless person whose heart is moved from the first sight, and he can only be described as unfathomable.
What makes people's hearts tremble even more is that this person exudes an indescribable and unparalleled spiritual appeal.
It seems that everything is under his control and planning, which is very reassuring.
Ye Qingxuan's six senses are beyond ordinary people, and he was the first to be affected by the other party. In an instant, the Lingtai was completely clear.
Yan Jingliu's eyes swept over the crowd, and finally stopped on Ye Qingxuan. Fang Buddha nodded as if he had sensed it long ago, and said: "Good boy, he is indeed the person selected by the old fox."
His eyes turned and fell on Sun Kejian, his apologetic expression flashed away, he walked forward slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Kejian, you are finally willing to help me..."
Blessed to the heart, Sun Kejian stepped forward to Yan Jingliu's side, slowly sat down on the big rock beside him, and said slowly: "You gave up?"
Yan Jingliu said: "The Confucian Academy is no longer the holy land of Confucianism. It has become a vanity fair. Everyone will do anything to achieve their goals. They have long forgotten to cultivate their morality and become a gentleman."
"I saw this at the time, so I didn't want to come back when I went to Jingzhou. Unexpectedly, after decades of hard work, you also gave up." Sun Kejian turned his head, stared at Yan Jingliu and said: "Then you call me back to do it." What?"
"For the future." Yan Jingliu pointed to the young students in the school who were looking at them with wide-eyed eyes.
The youngest of these students was no more than five or six years old, the older ones were in their twenties, and there were even two middle-aged students who were over thirty and had beards under their jaws.
"These are the disciples I have selected and cultivated for many years. They are the future of the Confucian Academy." Yan Jingliu said with a smile on her face, "Those outside can call me 'teacher', but they are just teaching and solving doubts. But here, they pay more attention to preaching, what they preach is the essence of Confucianism, and what they cultivate is the human heart and human nature."
"I understand." Sun Kejian's expression darkened suddenly, he looked deeply at Yan Jingliu, and asked, "Brother...but what happened?"
Everyone trembled in their hearts, feeling suddenly not so good, as if everything in front of them was Yan Jingliu arranging the funeral.
Yan Jingliu smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, please follow me."
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"Gengtang".
Two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes hang high above the Ming hall.
A spring water flows out from the courtyard, Yan Jingliu takes several liters of water, puts the iron pot on the bamboo charcoal, waits for the gurgling sound, pours the water into a purple sand pot with extremely gentle and delicate movements.
Washing tea, brewing, dividing cups...
Ye Qingxuan gulped down the green tea with a mild aroma. The hot tea was like a hot wire that went straight into his stomach, turned into sweat, and spilled out of his body. With a slight tea fragrance.
"Good tea."
Ye Qingxuan praised it sincerely.
Yan Jingliu laughed and said, "It's just the wild tea grown in my own courtyard, it's not good, Ye Xiaoyou praised it."
Ye Qingxuan chuckled softly and said: "This is the dragon sparrow's tongue on the Wuyin Peak of Yunmeng Mountain. Although it was transplanted to the south of the Yangtze River and lost the cold fragrance in the clouds and mist on the mountain, everyone Yan raised it with rootless flower water all day long, Cooking with sweet spring water gives the tea a natural and tranquil aroma, such a rare taste, how can it be said that it is not a good tea?"
Yan Jingliu's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but praise: "Young Xia Ye has a wonderful tongue."
Sun Kejian laughed and said, "But when you were young, did you search for that tea tree in Wuyin Peak for more than a year?"
"Exactly." Yan Jingliu said: "This tea is my treasure. There is only one tea tree, and the one before the rain is the best. It is roasted once a year, and the tea obtained is not enough for personal use. I am not willing to take it out at all, but I am afraid that ordinary people will not understand, and my good tea will be wasted in vain. Unexpectedly, I actually met a bosom friend today. Come, Ye Xiaoyou, drink another cup."
Ye Qingxuan laughed and drank.
The four little ones behind were muttering, and finally Lu Yunxuan stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Ye Qingxuan's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, what is rootless flower water?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and pointed to all kinds of flowers planted around the spring outside, and said: "Have you seen those flowers? This spring is cold, and a lot of mist will inevitably rise every morning, and the morning dew on the petals will When collected, it becomes rootless flower water."
"Then where did you find the water from the sweet spring?" Feng Qingyan asked.
Ye Qingxuan pointed to the spring water, and said with a smile: "Second Senior Brother, isn't that spring water the sweet spring?"
Feng Qingyan jumped up suddenly and landed on the side of the spring, only to see the words "Liexiangquan" engraved on the stone on the other side, he quickly scooped up a ladle of water from the water ladle next to him, took a sip, and laughed Three voices said: "This 'Liexiangquan' is really sweet and cold, and it is really a rare treasure. Haha, Master Yan, can you give me three tanks of this spring water?"
Yan Jingliu laughed and said, "But it's okay to take it. I don't know what you Feng Daoyou uses this spring for?"
"Wine making." Feng Qingyan flew to him, and Shi Shiran landed on the spot, and replied: "I don't understand those of you who drink tea and water, but this water is sweet. If it is used to make wine, it is definitely the best drink in the world."
Yan Jingliu couldn't stop laughing, and said: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Feng is actually a wine fairy. What's the relationship between the three altars? If you like it, this place and this room will be given to Fellow Daoist Feng to make wine."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the teacup in Sun Kejian's hand dropped with a crash, staring at Yan Jingliu with anxious eyes, and whispered: "Brother...what happened?"
Yan Jingliu sighed softly, patted Sun Kejian on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Kejian, brother... only half a month left to live."
ah!
Everyone froze for a moment.
Yan Jingliu poured tea for everyone again, and continued: "Everyone must be curious, why Yan has always been self-disciplined, but brought Confucianism Academy to such a situation... In fact, alas, as early as forty years ago, I He was seriously injured in this confrontation, and Jingliu has been working hard for forty years to win a chance for the Confucian Academy. If not, the Confucian Academy has already become a tool in the hands of others, helping the evildoers in the martial arts."