Vol 9 Chapter 111: Rumen

Rumen's Yan Jingliu looks like a kind elderly man in a neighbour's house who makes grass every day. Seeing it makes people feel close.
In particular, his eyes are completely opposite to the old face, always flashing the curious look that is unique to young people, full of deep and boundless wisdom and aura.
He has a vast heaven, a straight nose, three long beards floating on his chest, and his body is like a cedar, a Confucian master.
Among the heroes in the world, Luo is the most arrogant and ruthless in breaking the enemy, and the most compassionate is the master of unrecited Zen. Shen Tuzhenyue is an outstanding hero and domineering. Xiao Bugan is a prodigal and calm prodigal son ... and the big master in front of him is covered with the patriarchal style of Anru Taishan and Jingruoyuanhai.
This is a peerless figure who was impressed at first sight, and can only be described in an unfathomable way.
Even more trembling is that this person exudes an indescribable and incomparable spiritual appeal.
The release of Buddha is all in his grasp and planning, which is extremely reassuring.
Ye Qingxuan's six-knowledge was beyond ordinary people, and he was first affected by the other party. Suddenly, Lingtai was clear.
Yan Jingliu glanced across the crowd, and finally stayed on Ye Qingxuan's body. The Buddha nodded and nodded, and said, "Good boy, it is indeed the character selected by the old fox."
His eyes turned and fell on Sun Kejian, and his apology flashed away. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Brother Kejian, you finally came to help me ..."
Blessed to the soul, Sun Kejian stepped forward to Yan Jingliu, and sat down slowly on the big rock beside him, slowly saying, "Are you giving up?"
Yan Jingliu said: "Rulin Academy is no longer a sacred place of Confucianism in the past. This place has become a vanity and fame market. Everyone has no means to achieve their goals. They have long forgotten to cultivate themselves and become gentlemen."
"I already saw this at the time, so I did n’t want to return when I went to Jingzhou. I did n’t think of decades of hard work, and you gave up." Sun Kejian turned his head and stared at Yan Jing, saying: "Then you call me back to do it what?"
"For the future." Yan Jingliu pointed to the young students in the academy who looked at them with wide eyes.
These students are only five or six years old, and more than twenty are older ones. There are even two middle-aged students who are over thirty and have whiskers under their jaws.
"These are the disciples that I have selected and cultivated for many years. They are the future of the Rulin Academy." Yan Jingliu smiled and said lightly: "Those outside, you can call me a" teacher ". And here, they pay more attention to preaching, preaching the essence of Confucianism, and practicing human heart. "
"I see." Sun Kejian's expression suddenly faded, and he looked forward to Yan Jingliu deeply, and asked, "Brother ... But what happened?"
Everyone trembled in their hearts, feeling suddenly not so good, everything in front of the Buddha was arranged by Yan Jingliu.
Yan Jingliu smiled slightly and said, "Please, follow me."
"Gengtang."
The two big characters of Long Fei Feng Wu hung high above the Ming Hall.
At a glance, the spring water flowed out of the courtyard, took a few liters of water in a quiet stream, placed the iron pot on bamboo charcoal, and waited until the water rang, and poured the water into a purple sand pot with an extremely gentle and delicate action.
Tea washing, brewing, splitting ...
Ye Qingxuan drank the green tea with a fragrant aroma. The hot tea was like a hot wire, straight into the stomach, transformed into sweat, and overflowed from the body. Not only was the body and mind transparent, the spirit was refreshed, but also the sweat. Bring a slight tea fragrance.
"Good tea."
Ye Qingxuan praised sincerely.
Yan Jingliu laughed: "It's just wild tea planted in his courtyard. It's not good. Ye Xiaoyou praised it."
Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly: "This is the dragon's tongue on the misty peak of Yunmeng Mountain. Although it was transplanted to the south of the river, the cold scent in the mist and mist on the top of the mountain was reduced. Cooking with sweet spring water adds a natural and quiet aroma to the tea. How can it be said that it is not good tea? "
Yan Jingliu's eyes brightened, and he couldn't help but praise: "Ye Shaoxia's wonderful tongue."
Sun Kejian laughed with a smile: "But when you were young, you searched for that tea tree in Wuyinfeng for more than a year?"
"Exactly." Yan Jing said: "This tea is my treasure. There is only one tea tree. Only the stubble before the rain is the best. It is fried once a year. The tea leaves are not enough for personal use. I did n’t want to take it out. I was afraid that ordinary people did n’t understand it. I wasted my good tea in vain. I did n’t think of it. Today, I really met a confidant. Come, Ye Xiaoyou, drink another one.
Ye Qingxuan laughed and drank.
Four little mumblings behind him, and finally Lu Yunxuan stepped forward and pulled Ye Qingxuan's dress corner, and whispered, "Uncle Xiao, what is rootless flower water?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and pointed at the various flowers planted around the spring eyes outside, saying: "Did you see those flowers? The eyes of this spring are cold, and a lot of mist will rise in the early morning every morning. When collected, it is the rootless flower water. "
"Where can I find the sweet spring water?" Feng Qingyan asked.
Ye Qingxuan pointed at the spring, and laughed, "Second Brother, isn't that spring the sweet spring?"
Feng Qingyan soared up and fell to the edge of the spring. I saw the word "冽 香泉" engraved on the other side of the stone. I immediately took a scoop of water with a scoop of water next to it, sipped a bite, and laughed. Three channels: "This 'Xiang Xiangquan' is really sweet and cold, it is a rare treasure, haha, everyone, can this spring water be sent to me?"
Yan Jingliu laughed: "But it doesn't matter. I don't know what the closure friend uses this spring for?"
"Brewing ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Feng Qingyan flew to, Shi Shiran fell in place, and replied:" I do n’t understand those of you who have tea and water, but this water is sweet. If it is used for wine making, it is definitely the first in the world. A good drink. "
Yan Jingliu laughed and said, "It turns out that Fengdaoyou is actually a fairy in wine. What is the relationship between the three altars? If you like it, I will send it to Fengdaoyou to make wine."
The crowd suddenly heard that, and Sun Kejian's tea rose in his hands and fell down, anxious eyes stared at Yan Jingliu and whispered, "Brother ... what happened?"
Yan Jingliu sighed lightly, patted Sun Kejian on the shoulder, and said lightly, "Kejian, brother ... only half a month left to die."
what! ?
Everyone was instantly sluggish.
Yan Jingliu once again poured tea for everyone and continued: "Everyone must be curious, why Yan has always been disciplined, but he has brought Rulin Academy to such a position ... Actually, alas, as early as forty years ago, I was in In a confrontation, he was seriously injured, and Jingliu lived forty years to gain first-line vitality for Rulin College. If not, I'm afraid that Rulin College has already become a tool in the hands of others and helped in the martial arts. "8)