Lianyin walked into the hall, and Xiao Shami Daoding hurriedly followed Lianyin, his eyes moving with Lianyin.

The little eyes were filled with the desire to capture the true purpose of Lianyin.

Lianyin saw it and found it, but she was helpless and funny.

However, because of the Bian Air, the little novice monk's vision was not always so bright.

After Lianyin finished the seat, the Bian Ji routinely served a cup of tea.

As early as when Lianyin entered the hall, Bian Ji noticed that Lianyin came here today and did not carry the Chen Tanmu box she used to bring, but came empty-handed.

This made Bian Ji similar to Dao Ding to some extent, and he was curious about Lian Yin coming here today.

Lian Yin didn't care about the curiosity of Bian Ji and Dao Ding. She held the tea brought by Bian Ji. She first put it on her nose and sniffed the fragrance of the tea. Then she slowly sipped the tea, and then slowly felt the sweetness of the tea soup in her mouth.

For tea tasting, Lianyin is a book that you read more and have less experience in personal experience. After all, it is expensive to drink a pot of good tea in later generations.

No matter how expensive the good tea in later generations is, no matter how skill and process of making tea are, it is impossible to compare with this authentic ancient tea soup.

Thinking of this, she brought a little piety.

Her actions fell into Bian Ji's eyes, and she felt that she was really strange today.

After reading her set of actions, she couldn't help asking: "Did the female donor appreciate the insight?"

Lianyin was holding a teacup in her hand. Hearing Yan, he looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "I can't say that I feel it. I do have some feelings."

Bian Ji slightly adjusted his sitting posture and corrected his seat a little, then asked her according to Lianyin's words: "I don't know how I feel, but I would like to talk to me." His expression was curious, but it was different from that gossip. It gave people the feeling of being a qualified listener, ready to listen to every word you say at any time.

Lian Yin pondered his expression and finally found a suitable description: this is the expression of Buddha's compassion for others as the saying goes.

Bian Ji didn't know that Lianyin had already discussed him with the Buddha at this moment, and had a qualitative leap from his views on him some time ago. He was still waiting for her to express her thoughts on tea. As one of the nine great masters of writing selected by Xuanzang, his patience was naturally the best.

The little novice monk behind him who was not good enough to do Taoism was already a little impatient. He still looked as leisurely as the breeze and bright moon. If Bian Ji had not been a great master, he had been several levels higher than Dao Ding, he would have been urging him to ask for it.

Fortunately, Lianyin came back to her senses soon and noticed that the other party was still waiting for her to answer the conversation. She recalled where the topic was mentioned, and then continued his words: "It was a feeling, but it was not a big deal. I just thought that as a great master of the Tripitaka Master, Bian Ji, is also a master of the master, always has extraordinary features. Unexpectedly, even a cup of tea tasted better than other people."

It’s like a feeling, but it’s actually just flattering words.

Bian Ji smiled lightly and didn't care about such flattery words.

After hearing this, Dao Ding secretly grimaced at Lianyin and said silently. Judging from the mouth shape, it seemed to be saying: It's useless to flatter.

Lian Yin glanced at him and turned away, ignoring the little novice monk.

Bian Ji's eyes turned from Lianyin to the one he was sitting, and there was a cup of tea in front of him, which was in the same pot as the one he brewed for Lianyin, which was also what he used to drink. Although he had long been immune to flattery, he could not help but think uncontrollably about Lianyin's words, which tasted better than other people's?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold up his own cup and sipped a little tea. The taste of the tea slowly flowed down his mouth and tongue. The more the taste behind it, the sweeter it feels.

"It's Yangxian Nan Tea." After Bian Ji and others experienced the taste of the tea, they introduced to Lianyin what kind of tea they were drinking.

When Lianyin heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and then a lot of content about the word Yangxian was reflected in his mind, and both Yangxian were related to tea. After all, Yangxian tea is a very expensive and good tea in the world of Lianyin.

"This Yangxian Nan tea is the same as the Guoshan tea, which was famous in Jiangnan during the Three Kingdoms?"

Bian Ji's eyes were completely surprised, but he didn't expect Lian Yin to know this, which was beyond his expectations.

Bian Ji: "Yes, it is the ancient Chinese camellia tea."

After receiving a positive answer, Lianyin showed a sudden expression. It turned out to be Yangxian Tea. No wonder, a person who doesn't understand tea, also thinks this tea tastes so good.

Yangxian tea became famous very early, and it reached its peak in the Tang Dynasty. Because of the recognition of the tea saint Lu Yu, Yangxian was able to become a royal tribute tea and was even a treasure. Even if you worship the ancestral temple, you must use this tea. However, this period of heyday was in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, not under the current Zhenguan rule.

It is also because of the difference in time that Bian Ji can use it to greet Lianyin, and Lianyin can taste the authentic Yangxian tea. Otherwise, let alone whether Bian Ji can drink this Yangxian tea, he said that he used the royal precious tribute tea to entertain a palace maid, and they are afraid that they will both be questioned.

Lian Yin couldn't help but think: Fortunately, lucky.

The unexpected defense message couldn't help but praise: "The female donor is well-behaved."

Lianyin said: "I happened to read a book and talk about these things. Today, Master Bian Ji only remembered it after mentioning it." He neither modestly rejected his praise nor showed off with pride. Instead, he told Bian Ji considerably why she knew.

After hearing this, Bian Ji immediately had a new question: "The female donor loves reading?"

Lianyin nodded very lightly this time.

This happened because Bian Ji is also a person who loves reading books very much. When a person who reads books meets another person who claims to like reading books, the topic will naturally be immediately developed by the word "book".

If anyone reads more books, Lianyin is naturally incomparable to Bian Ji. Because the books they read are different, and many books are not understood by Bian Ji at all. Fortunately, the person who asked the first question was Bian Ji, so Bian Ji was surprised to find that Lianyin had actually read many books. As long as what he said was not too rare or like Buddhist scriptures, she could mostly say one or two sentences.

This made the defense machine feel a very different.

But the little shaman, who was not interested in these problems, was so distressed that he could hardly control his yawn as he heard each other's words.

At the end of the questioning book, Bian Ji asked again: "Has the female donor read the story of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty?"

Lianyin's answer was already natural. After hearing the familiar title, he nodded immediately and replied: "Of course I have read it."

Bian Ji smiled slightly.

After Lianyin finished answering, she felt something was wrong. After being stunned, she realized that the book was written by Bian Ji.
Chapter completed!