Only then did he realize that he was fascinated by the crystal curtain. On the way here just now, his eyes never left this direction. Naturally, he didn't find any so-called crystal curtain at all. How did it appear and when did it appear? ?

Before Han Sanqian could react, the curtain seemed to reflect itself, and an unknown breath directly shook Han Sanqian slightly by more than ten centimeters.

Han Sanqian was very puzzled, but before he could speak, the old man's faint laughter came from inside.

"Oh? Are there any guests?"

Hearing his voice, Han Sanqian looked at him, but he was so close that he couldn't see his face clearly, let alone the expression on his face.

"Junior Han Sanqian, I have met senior." Even so, Han Sanqian saluted him very respectfully.

He smiled, didn't say anything, and waved at Han Sanqian. At some point, the crystal curtain in front of him disappeared in an instant.

"Drink some tea." With a slight gesture, he signaled Han Sanqian to sit down and drink tea.

Han Sanqian looked at the table and saw that the two cups of tea were full. It seemed that he had already known that someone would come here and prepared them in advance.

Without thinking too much, Han Sanqian sat down and picked up the teacup. He could easily feel the temperature of the teacup and it was still a little hot, which meant that it was indeed as he expected.

The person in front of him knew that he would come in.

It takes time for the tea to boil, and the time I have come in until now is not enough to boil the tea.

So, there is only one explanation.

"Senior knew that the junior would come in?" Han Sanqian smiled.

At this time, Han Sanqian finally saw his appearance clearly, and there was no sense of immortality, or even any other special differences. There were some, but they were just mediocre as usual, and there was no difference between Fangfo and other old men.

The kind you just throw there by yourself and you don't even know how he's different from other old guys.

Ordinary can't be more ordinary.

"How does the tea taste?" Instead of answering Han Sanqian's question, he asked Han Sanqian cheerfully.

"The taste of the tea is very light, but it is always sweet and lingering. The younger generation thinks it is a good tea."

"The tea is not good." The old man smiled lightly.

These words directly made Han Sanqian stunned on the spot. He said that the tea is good, not because of compliments, but just the truth.

But since it is true, why did the old man say that this tea is not good? !

"The water is good." The old man smiled.

"Water good?" Han Sanqian asked doubtfully.

I heard that good tea with good water is the best product, but this time tea with good water can also make good tea, Han Sanqian has never heard of it.

"Senior, the way of tea art, the younger generation may only be considered as an beginner, I really don't understand the meaning of what the senior said, and I hope the senior will not hesitate to teach you." Han Sanqian said politely.

The old man smiled: "There is nothing to teach or not to teach, it's just that these are a little special."

"Oh? Senior, what's so special about this water?" Han Sanqian asked.

"There is nothing special about its body, but it has been innumerable years since it boiled. So, think about it, can it be worse than water that has been boiled for so long?"

Hearing this, Han Sanqian, who was just a little puzzled, opened his eyes wide in an instant. JrNovels.com