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Volume 2: The Immortal Road is Endless Chapter 169: Hearing the sound and understanding, and the fragrance of tea in the forest

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    Last time, it was mentioned that Mo Fei was playing the piano in the courtyard. The sound of the piano was so elegant that it attracted Zhang Zhongjing, Mr. Zhang and others who were walking at the foot of Daqing Mountain. They became very interested and pushed the door open.  Murphy had just returned to Gujing Village from Jinghua City. He didn't expect to see these respected old people here again, and he was very happy.  These elderly people are all well-known traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the country. They usually practice medicine in various places, so it is difficult for them to get together. But today they gathered together in Gujing Village. With Mo Fei's intelligence, he naturally knew the purpose of his visit, and he felt more at ease.  I admire you endlessly.  These old Chinese medicine doctors work so hard, and even at a very young age, they still study medical skills painstakingly to revitalize and inherit Chinese medicine. This kind of benevolence of doctors who hang their pots to help the world is something even a cultivator like Mo Fei feels deeply moved by.  .  Hearing everyone's praise, Mo Fei smiled and said: "It's just a random thing, I don't deserve such praise from you." After saying that, he stood up and let the old experts take their seats.  Among these people, Zhang Zhongjing, Mr. Zhang, Lu Xiuyuan, Mr. Lu and Mo Fei are the most familiar.  Mr. Zhang admired Mo Fei's superb medical skills.  Since we met on the train, I have had a very good impression of this young man.  He is humble and polite, neither arrogant nor impetuous, possesses peerless medical skills, and is able to save people in times of crisis. There is no one with a better temperament than this young man.  Especially the wonderful speech at the medical exchange meeting made the old man feel like a treasure.  Lu Xiuyuan and Mr. Lu also admired Mo Fei very much.  When I came to Gujing Village earlier, I saw Mo Fei¡¯s calligraphy and paintings. I knew that although this young man was young, he was quite accomplished in traditional aspects. Although they only met him once, he had already become a close friend in his heart.  Unexpectedly, he is also very good at playing the piano. He knows the elegant meaning of the piano sound. If he is not of noble character, it will be difficult to play such a peaceful and pure sound.  Unknowingly, Murphy's status in Mr. Lu's heart has been greatly improved.  Everyone had just sat down under the grape trellis. Qingliu had already brought spring water from the foot of Daqing Mountain. Bi Tao rekindled the small red clay stove on the stone table, and the earthen pot filled with water soon emerged again.  Moisture.  Mr. Zhou had just made tea, but before he had time to drink it, a guest came to visit.  The old man is a hospitable person. After living in Gujing Village for a long time, and living next to a person with an indifferent temperament like Mo Fei, his forthrightness has become more upright and peaceful.  The iron-blooded aura seems to have faded a lot, making him look more like an idyllic old man who has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time.  At this time, he saw that all the guests were already seated, so he smiled heartily and said: "You have come at the right time. This pot of tea has just been brewed." The old saying goes: The fragrance of tea is high in the clouds and mist of the mountains, and the sweetness of the water is the soul of the spring. It is in harmony with the artistic conception here.  , if you don¡¯t give up, come and taste the specialty tea of ??Daqingshan.¡± Everyone is happy.  Medicine is an ancient inheritance in China. Tea is one of the ways that has a long history in China. Chinese people have always loved tea. Although there are endless kinds of drinks nowadays, there are still not many tea lovers, not to mention those who specialize in tea every day.  An old expert in traditional Chinese medicine.  As soon as I smell the aroma of tea, I feel that it is extraordinary. When I drink it slowly, I not only feel the fragrance on my lips and teeth, but also feel refreshed, as if there is a warm current flowing in the meridians of my body. I suddenly feel that my fatigue is gone, my mind is refreshed, and I feel refreshed.  People were surprised and knew that this tea was not extraordinary. Lu Xiuyuan, who was sitting on a stone pier nearby, praised: "This tea is clear in color, sweet in the mouth, mellow in smell, and has a long-lasting aroma. It can also refresh the mind and relieve fatigue."  The effect is truly the holy product of tea." Everyone else also praised it.  At this time, the mountain spring water in the earthen pot on the small red clay stove was already boiling, rolling and rolling, and the milky white water vapor was scattered.  When Mr. Zhou saw that everyone praised the tea, he laughed and said: "After eating, I went to bed and got up with two bowls of tea. I looked up at the shadow of the sun and saw that it was already tilting to the southwest. I am happy that the days are passing, but I am worried about the credit. I am worry-free.  Those who have no joy will live a long and short life. "If you can enjoy the joy of this kind of tea, you are nothing more than an immortal hermit. Since everyone knows that this tea is good, I will brew another pot and let everyone taste it."  Hearing this, they all said hello in unison, and Lu Xiuyuan even said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, brother." Zhang Zhongjing After drinking, Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and felt that this tea had an endless aftertaste.  Hearing what Mr. Zhou said, his heart moved. When he entered the courtyard, he felt that the old man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He also felt slightly familiar from the accent. He thought to himself: Could it be that he has seen him somewhere?  Can't?  Doubts in my heart.  I want to practice medicine throughout my life and save countless people. Maybe I have diagnosed this person's illness.  Thinking of this, seeing Mr. Zhou picking up the teapot, he looked at it carefully.  (To be continued.)
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