Chapter 534: Pure and witty and fair 9

Thanks to the skills that marshmallow gave her, Azhao now has the power and can also come into contact with the real thing.
Zhan Ming looked at her and reached for it: "Thank you."
Azhao gave himself a cup, and when he saw him, he smiled: "The master does not doubt me?"
Zhan Ming smiled lightly: "The poor believe in my Buddha, believe in my eyes, believe in my heart."
He picked up the samovar and took a soft sip: "Good tea."
Azhao also took a sip and put the samovar on the table: "The spring water in the mountains is clear, the master's tea is also fragrant and chic, it is indeed a good tea. But what..."
Zhan Ming quietly took a sip of tea and waited for her unfinished language.
Azhao's wrist turned over and a set of exquisite tea sets appeared on the table.
"I have only tasted the master's tea. Now, what about my tea?"
Zhan Ming quietly looked at her and smiled softly: "A Zhao Shizhu please."
Azhao re-burned a pot of water, using the tea leaves, just changed the tea set and tea that he brought.
"Master please use."
Zhan Ming took the tea pot, opened it and put it on the tip of his nose.
Not so far, I smelled a cold smell.
Azhao said with a smile: "This is the key to brewing tea. The water in the master mountain is naturally the top grade. But in my courtyard, there is a golden thread plum, the first spring in the winter, the first pile of snow falling on the top. It was sealed with porcelain and buried in the ground. On the 7th and 47th, it was dug out to make tea, and it was three points more than the clear spring water."
Zhan Ming took a sip of tea and gently shook his head: "A Zhao Shizhu is self-satisfied. The golden thread Mei Nai Fan domain tribute, the Mei Kaizhi fragrant full court, rare rare. "Tea Code" has a note, according to the donor, gold line The tea boiled by Mei Xue is the first in the world."
Azhao refused to give up, just asked: "Master feels, how is this tea?"
Zhan Ming's dagger: "Excellent."
Azhao looked at him: "I look at the masters of Zhan Ming, although the age is light, but the Dharma is not weaker than anyone, and is biased in this remote mountain temple, why not be wronged?"
Zhan Ming put down the tea pot: "What is the donor?"
A Zhao smiled and said: "Today's emphasis on Buddhism, masters and other sorghums, if they are willing to be in front of people, they will be famous."
She took the tea pot in her hand and drank a light drink: "At that time, this golden thread plum is rare, and for the master, it is just at your fingertips."
Zhan Ming put down the tea pot in his hand and read a Buddha number with his hands together.
"It seems that Azhao’s lord is not really asking for barren tea."
Azhao sighed: "I am just, appreciate the masterful Dharma."
Zhan Ming shook his head: "Whether it is the golden line of plum, or the clear spring, but thirst."
He said that he got up and shouted at Azhao: "Amitabha, the time is not early, the barren should go to rest, and tomorrow morning classes."
A Zhao looked at his straight back and left.
Marshmallow wondered: "It's all quenching thirst, but I think nine 嶷... um, the morning water of the flowers and the honey from the nectar are much better than the spring water."
A Zhao looked at the stupid white scorpion and smiled. "If you are an individual, it must be a laity."
Marshmallow whispered: "What is a laity?"
After A Zhao appeared in a soft collapse, she took advantage of her position and put her hands behind her head: "There are people who have desires, such as the laity. For example, you and me."
Marshmallow seems to understand: "So, is the monk not a laity?"