Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The decoration style of Qingya Teahouse has an artificially old-fashioned feel. After walking up the stairs from the door, it takes people back to that slow-paced era.

A pot of tea can slow down time, and you can also spend time listening to storytelling stories.

"Speaking of this Yan Qi people, we have to mention Jin Yan Biao, the bandit leader who dominated Yan Mountain a few years ago..."

As soon as Jiang Ran and the other three entered the room one after another, the storyteller's slightly deep, yet extremely penetrating voice immediately reached their ears.

Yan Yuqing, whose face was covered by gauze, couldn't help but laugh, "Yan Qi people crossed Yanshan Mountain on horseback, and the golden-eyed tigers became empty talk. It has been nearly 15 years since I last heard this story."

"These old stories may make the locals' ears get calloused."

Jiang Ran inadvertently turned his head and glanced at her, "It shows that Jin Yan Biao, the leader of the Yan Qi people, is indeed real. Only the story that really happened in the land of Yanshan will make people here take the trouble to talk about it."

Before Yan Yuqing could respond, an old man in a long gown came forward to greet him. He walked up to Jiang Ran without looking away and bowed.

"Black tea, green tea, Pu'er oolong, the best Maojian, the best red robe...what would you like to drink?"

The old man bowed and bowed, then straightened up quickly. Although he spoke quickly, his voice had an ups and downs in it, making it clearly audible.

Jiang Ran's eyes passed over his shoulder, and through the hollow gaps in the vertical screen, he could roughly see the scene inside.

A few casual tea-goers, who were not short of wealth, sat down sporadically, wearing comfortable and loose clothes, and looking somewhat contented.

There are no noisy noises and discussions. People are indispensable for drinking tea, listening to stories and talking to each other. There are also some young people who are taking a leisurely break, wearing headphones and playing with their mobile phones.

"This place is nice." Jiang Ran took a few glances and commented casually.

The old man's body straightened up, and he was full of energy. "The place is good, and the tea is even better."

At such a young age, he is doing things like greeting and seeing off guests in a teahouse, and he has such a vicious vision.

There were one woman and two men in front of him. Leaving aside the resolute-looking man with short hair, the young man in charge had a sallow face, yellow skin and tender flesh, glaze-colored lips, and jet-black hair that was longer than that of ordinary men. In one section, the roots are crystal clear, which is the essence that cannot be dyed by even the best watercolors.

A pair of moves were even more vague and unclear. When his eyes passed over his shoulders, a compelling chill rolled down his neck from his neck.

He didn't even need to look at the woman in a red dress with a gauze-covered face on the young man's side, holding an umbrella in her arms, and wearing a red dress that looked like she was filming a movie, and he labeled the young man as "indescribably expensive."

"I won't drink tea." Between the opening and closing of Jiang Ran's rouge-stained lips, a few neatly arranged, pearl-like ivory white teeth fell into the old man's eyes.

Thick hair, bright lips, and lively eyes represent that his family is well-off, his food, clothing, housing, transportation, and education are far beyond what others can achieve.

Such good teeth could only come from a noble family. The old man even subconsciously said the word "Yan" in his heart.

Drinking tea can easily remind Jiang Ran of the "beautiful fragrance" from before, so he refused without thinking, "Drink water."

After the old waiter realized that the identity of the visitor was not simple, he originally maintained a cautious appearance. After hearing these words, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked with wandering eyes: "What kind of water does the guest want to drink?"

Jiang Ran was keenly aware of the changes in his eyes. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he turned to look at Ah Cheng who was hesitant to speak: "What water should you drink?"

Ah Cheng said hurriedly: "If you don't drink well water, don't drink spring water. If you want to drink, just drink rootless water."

"Where's the rootless water?"

"Rootless water for no reason."

The old man's pupils visibly fluctuated, and he calmly raised his arm to lead the way, "You three, please go upstairs."

"A visitor has arrived!"

Jiang Ran followed the old man with his hands behind his hands, turned left from the screen, and climbed up the wooden stairs to the third floor.

As soon as the old man who led the way stood on the stairs, he shouted in a long tone at the top of his voice.

The call was high-pitched and clear, almost spreading throughout the entire floor.

"Mr. Jiang, does he know that he has a good voice?" Yan Yuqing followed Jiang Ran and saw his eyes frequently moving around, so she couldn't help asking softly.

"How to say?"

Jiang Ran responded immediately.

The hall on the third floor is not big. There is a woman wearing a velvet cheongsam by the window, playing the guzheng with her bare hands slowly twisting her hands. She has not formed a tune, but it is mostly some fresh and pleasant tunes, which sounds like she has good skills.

There was actually no one else in the hall, and she was still working very seriously.

The old waiter led the three of them along the aisle to the box inside. The woman playing the guzheng raised her eyes in surprise, and was stunned by the red dress and stopped playing the guzheng.

"This technique is called Mingtang. There are many waiters like this in the markets and restaurants."

Yan Yuqing saw that he asked perfunctorily and then went to look at the private room with the door closed, but she didn't take it seriously and explained briefly and concisely.

"But now there are so many functions for making reservations online and ordering by scanning QR codes. It's rare to see such a waiter anymore."

The old waiter in front had a slightly complacent look on his face. The waiter's job seemed simple, but not everyone could do it.

Not to mention the powerful voice, the ability to simply see what people are doing is a very profound knowledge.

"That's a good howl." Jiang Ran nodded noncommittally, and the old man's face became stiff with just one sentence.

Yan Yu couldn't help but smile.

Not long after, several people stopped outside a private room, with the name of the private room written on an iron-painted silver hook on the door.

The old waiter opened the door and waited until Jiang Ran and his party entered. Then he stood outside the door and called out, "Qiu Yulihua, we have three distinguished guests!"

"You three should take a break for a moment. This rootless water has no reason...let me give it a try."

He leaned forward and closed the door, tightened it, straightened his back, and walked deeper into the room quickly.

inside the house.

Yan Yuqing lightly touched the wooden table with her finger, "There are quite a lot of casual guests on the first floor of Yaju Tea House. The second floor looks like you can still eat. The third floor looks deserted, but the tables and chairs are clean."

Jiang Ran had already sat down when she stretched out her finger. Hearing this, the corner of his mouth showed an inconspicuous arc, "If you open the door to do business, of course it must be clean on the surface."

When he said the last few words, his voice was slightly serious, so that Yan Yuqing's eyes became a little suspicious after sitting down: "Mr. Jiang, why do I think there is something in your words?"

Jiang Ran seemed to be smiling, but he didn't answer.

Seeing this, Ah Cheng carefully considered his words and said to Yan Yuqing who was about to ask: "I wonder if the second lady noticed that when the old man downstairs asked just now, after Mr. Jiang replied that he would not drink tea or water, his Mood changes?”

When Yan Yuqing was reminded by him, she did feel something was abnormal.

"Mr. Jiang's answer to drinking water was a coincidence. Fortunately, I once heard Deng Yong mention these words with profound meaning."

Seeing her reaction, Ah Cheng continued.

"Rootless water generally refers to rainwater. This rootless water has no reason..."

A look of sudden realization flashed across Yan Yuqing's peach blossom eyes, "You mean the rootless water that the old man said is actually..."