After drinking two bowls of tea from Yang Yi in a row, Taoist Baimei admired Yang Yi's tea ceremony and was impressed by Yang Yi's tea ceremony. He wanted to ask Yang Yi for advice on the tea ceremony, and gave the remaining few cans of tea, and begged Yang Yi to demonstrate it for him.

Seeing that he looked like he was so sincere, Yang Yi was not easy to refuse. He brewed a few bowls of tea and drank it with him.

When he drank until the seventh bowl, Baimei Taoist wanted to drink again, but Yang Yi stopped him, "Don't drink again, you will be drunk if you drink again."

The white-eyed Taoist smiled and said, "Drunk in tea is also a good thing. This seventh bowl is the last bowl. How can I not drink it?" He picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one go.

Yang Yi shook his head and laughed.

The Taoist Baimei was already drunk and fainted, and narrowed his eyes and said, "At this point, I know the master's appearance. The Taoist cannot beat the horse in such tea ceremony."

He shook his feet and stood up, bowed deeply to Yang Yi, "The Tao is not big or small. Those who can do it are the teachers. I have seen my friend have such a tea ceremony. The old Taoist is lucky for three lives. Please leave a teaching message so that the old Taoist can leave a good story for my tea ceremony."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I am ashamed of teaching. But I have a small poem that describes drinking tea. I will tell you."

Taoist said: "Should you wait."

He turned around and took out a pen, ink, paper and ink from the book bag behind him, added some tea to the inkstone, and began to grind the ink.

After a moment, the Taoist smiled and said, "Okay!"

He spread the big paper and said respectfully to Yang Yi: "Please leave your words!"

Yang Yi shook his head and laughed, "Although drinking tea and wine is a good thing, it may not be a good thing if you are overly addicted."

He wanted to not write, but saw the white-browed Taoist looking begging and smiled and said, "Well, drinking tea is not a bad thing."

The Taoist chanted him with his pen and began to write on the paper. Whenever he wrote a line of words, he would recite it on one side, but it was a small poem:

A bowl of throat kiss,

Two bowls of broken lonely and stuffy.

Three bowls of dried intestines were searched, but only five thousand volumes of words were written.

Four bowls of light sweating will cause unfairness in life and will spread to the pores.

Five bowls of muscles and bones are clear, and six bowls of immortals are connected.

I can’t eat seven bowls, but I only feel that my armpits are erect and breeze is born.

The Taoist was already drunk, "I can't eat seven bowls? It's true that I can't eat them. It's true that I'm so happy with my armpits!"

He held the words written by Yang Yi in his hand. After the ink traces were dry, he laughed and said, "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to travel with this breeze!" His body shook, and he had already risen from the ground, took a few steps in the air, and had reached the top of the treetops. His sleeves were floating, and he walked with a smile, taking big steps on the tops of the treetops, gradually moving away.

Yang Yi smiled at Gu Caiyu and said, "Look, isn't this just drunk?"

After saying a few words, he didn't see Gu Caiyu reacting. He could only snore. After a closer look, it turned out that Gu Caiyu was already asleep on the table.

Just now, Yang Yi and Taoist were boiling water and making tea, and Gu Caiyu also drank a lot. Her skills were much worse than those of Yang Yi and Taoist Baimei. She was already drunk, and Burshen Chali finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table.

Seeing this, Yang Yi laughed and said, "This girl, you are drunk too!"

After drinking so much tea, he felt a little dizzy at this time. He walked lightly as if he was stepping on cotton.

In fact, if he had the current skill, the tea and wine could no longer have an impact on him. With just a little thought, the tea power would disappear immediately. But if you cheat like this, how could there be any fun?

What he enjoyed was this drunken feeling.

Seeing Gu Caiyu sleeping on the table, he thought to himself: "This is the back mountain of Taixu Gate, there will be no problem. Let her sleep here for a while, and then take her down the mountain when going down the mountain!"

Thinking of this, after taking off his clothes and putting them on her, Yang Yi continued to walk forward.

The Ziyang Temple is really a big deal. It has been almost ten miles since the small bridge at the first level to the tea ceremony at the seventh level, but it has not yet reached the end.

After continuing to walk forward for a few miles, a very narrow valley appeared in front of him. A cluster of flowers was planted at the entrance of the valley. A young man stood with his hands behind his back and stood in front of the flowers.

Seeing Yang Yi swaying and walking past, the young man's face flashed with surprise. The folding fan in his hand was brushed together, and he clasped his fists and said to Yang Yi. "Sir Yang, Qingye has been waiting here for a long time!"

This drunk tea is even more intense than drunk. Yang Yi was so drunk that he saw this man wearing white clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his face was like a jade-like man. When he stood there, he was really a beautiful tree and extraordinary.

Seeing that this person was not short of etiquette, Yang Yi smiled and said, "Your name is Qingye?"

The young man in white smiled and said, "Among my generation, all the characters start with the Qing generation. Today, to welcome Brother Yang, my senior brothers of the Qing generation of Taixu Sect, have all come out to welcome you. I have been waiting for Brother Yang for three days."

Yang Yi nodded and said, "Qing generation? My fiancée is also in the Qing generation in Taixu Sect. He should be considered your junior sister. For her sake, I have room for nothing this time and will never destroy the majesty of your Taixu Sect."

The man in white smiled and said, "Mr. Yang is the hero who is provoking all the heroes in green halberds and trampling on the jade city. We have heard that it is only true that Master Yang has no problem destroying the characters in the world. If you want to destroy the majesty of my Taixu Sect, you may be a little short of it."

Although this person speaks with a smile, he is extremely proud of what he says.

"Can't destroy it?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I can't destroy the Taixu Sect, nor can I destroy the Taixu Sect leader, but I can definitely destroy the majesty of you disciples."

Qingye smiled and said, "Mr. Yang speaks so domineeringly!" He looked flat and suddenly shouted, "Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea are just art of entertainment. The real essence of Confucianism lies in the strategy of governing the country and ensuring national stability, the plan to pacify the world, and more importantly, it is necessary to have the power to suppress the hundred schools of thought!"

He opened the folding fan in his hand and smiled at Yang Yi, "A gentleman is cautious in his own self-cultivation, and he must cultivate himself even more. I am not talented. I want to learn about Brother Yang's self-cultivation skills."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and then his neck tightened, and his head became confused in an instant. After he woke up, he found that his feet were off the ground, and he had been lifted by Yang Yi with one hand and carried in mid-air.

"What's the point of doing? Wouldn't it be enough to just say the last sentence?"

Yang Yi waved his arm and threw the green leaves into the nearby flowers.

When the Qingye was thrown into the air by Yang Yi, he wanted to lift his energy and turn over in the air, but just now, Yang Yi grabbed it and penetrated the meridians of his whole body. Not to mention lifting his energy and lightening his body, he could not even move his little finger. He was shocked and had not thought about how to deal with it. Suddenly, his cheeks hurt, but he had already fallen to the ground and his face was cut by the thorns of the flower branches.

He was shocked and angry, and disbelieved. In a daze, he heard Yang Yi's departure, and a sound came.

"Noisy!"
Chapter completed!