White tea legend

Chapter 245 Lucky Tea
Lu Yubaicha and his wife cuddled together, sitting on the top of Yushan Mountain, looking at the beautiful grassland opposite.

Surrounded by mountains, it is full of greenery, green grass, flowers blooming, butterflies dancing gracefully, and a gentle breeze blowing with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass.

In the distance, the East China Sea sparkles and the sea breeze blows on your face, making you feel relaxed and happy.

Sitting here, it seems that you can forget the worries of the world and just want to spend time with the one you love.

Lu Yu, Bai Cha and his wife sat cuddling each other, their faces filled with happiness and tranquility.

The sun shone diagonally on them, giving their outlines a golden edge. At this moment, it was as if time had stopped for them. They chatted softly, and the topic unknowingly turned to interesting stories from ancient times.

Lu Yu recalled every moment between himself and the magical doctor Chunmang.

At that time, he had many disputes with the magical doctor Chunmang over white tea. Every time Dr. Chunmang met Lu Yu, he always had a tit-for-tat confrontation, and the two often fought over white tea.

Nowadays, the sea has changed, and the years have passed by. I don’t know where the spring mang miracle doctor is in the world. I don’t know where the brothers and sisters of the Baicao Garden are now scattered. How many lives has the medical god Li Yi been reincarnated in? When will the Compendium of Materia Medica be restored? Appear in the human world and benefit all living beings in the world.

Don't think about it anymore, he is no longer a miracle doctor, he is just an ordinary tea man, the husband of Bai Cha, who is serious about making tea and being a good person.

With Lu Yu thinking this, he hugged Bai Cha even tighter and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed."

It was actually a butterfly.

His wings are like underglaze porcelain, with a black background dotted with azure markings and edges trimmed with gold, making them eye-catching.

The butterfly body presents an elegant arc, and the black tentacles sway gently, forming a perfect proportion with the slender body.

In the sunshine, he moved gracefully around Lu Yu who was kissing Bai Cha, and kept saying: "Oh, how embarrassing!"

Lu Yu Baicha looked at the butterfly and both smiled.

"It's still a male butterfly." Lu Yu said.

"He's three hundred years old." Bai Cha smiled.

"When you are three hundred years old, you are no longer an ordinary butterfly, but a butterfly spirit."

"You have been practicing for three hundred years, but you still don't know how to be human. Your cultivation is really in vain."

The couple talked to each other, staring at the butterfly and smiling.

I still remember that in ancient times, when Bai Cha's enlightenment was not yet enlightened, Tianjun asked Lu Yu to accompany Bai Cha to travel to the lower world to practice. There was a lesson in it, which was specifically about cultivating human relations and sophistication.

"Oh, you two are so shameless, but you still have the nerve to laugh at me." The butterfly was anxious and flapped its wings angrily.

"Why don't you let him go and rebuild it three hundred years ago? Then he will know whether you or I are embarrassed." Lu Yu said to Bai Cha.

"Oh, officer, you are so bad."

Bai Cha said as she made a small pink fist and was about to hit Lu Yu on the chest, but Lu Yu caught her and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm so embarrassed!"

The butterfly was still making noises. Lu Yu and Bai Cha were embarrassed and were not disturbed or stopped by him. Bai Cha raised a hand and waved towards the butterfly, and a soft light poured out from the palm of his hand, surrounding the butterfly. The light gradually became stronger until it completely submerged the butterfly.

After a while, when the light dissipated, the original butterfly had disappeared. The butterfly had been sent back three hundred years ago by a magical power.

The echo of butterflies came in the wind: "Oh, I'm so shy, ah——"

……

Three hundred years ago.

Eastern Jin Dynasty.

The academy is large in scale and has towering ancient trees.

There is a loud sound of books in the academy, and students are either discussing knowledge in small groups or sitting alone in the corner immersed in reading. Among this group of students, a new student stood out.

The name of this new student is Liang Shanbo.

When Liang Shanbo stepped into the gate of the academy, he was full of expectations but also nervous.

At this moment, a crisp voice broke his thoughts: "Are you a new student? You look a little confused." Liang Shanbo looked back and saw a young man dressed as a scribe looking at him with a smile. . This man's name is Zhu Yingtai. He looks smart and smart, with a distinctive light shining in his eyes.

"Yes, I just came here not long ago." Liang Shanbo answered cautiously, for fear of exposing any flaws.

"That's good, let me take you to familiarize yourself with the environment." Zhu Yingtai said enthusiastically, took Liang Shanbo's hand and walked into the yard.

The two chatted while walking. Zhu Yingtai was quite curious about Liang Shanbo's origins and asked him this and that from time to time. Liang Shanbo responded cautiously, while secretly observing this unique "young man" in his heart. He could feel that Zhu Yingtai had a special temperament, an aura of wisdom and independence.

It didn't take long for the two to become good friends who talked about everything. They had classes together, discussed knowledge together, and walked along the paths of the academy together. As time went by, Liang Shanbo found that his feelings for Zhu Yingtai were getting deeper and deeper. He began to wonder if he was different from other men and had some quirks.

One evening, the two of them sat together by the lotus pond in the academy, looking at the moon reflected in the water. Zhu Yingtai suddenly sighed: "Brother Shan Bo, do you think there is any difference between friendship and love?"

Liang Shanbo was stunned by this question. He was silent for a moment before replying: "I think...friendship is generous and can tolerate many shortcomings and shortcomings; while love is selfish and requires each other to be perfect." After that, he secretly observed Zhu Yingtai's reaction.

Zhu Yingtai smiled slightly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "You are right. Sometimes I wonder, if one day I really fall in love with someone, will that person leave me because of my imperfections? ?”

Liang Shanbo's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but hold Zhu Yingtai's hand: "No, true love doesn't care about these things." As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have gone too far. He quickly let go of his hand, a blush appearing on his face. Zhu Yingtai didn't seem to care about his gaffe, but smiled brighter: "Brother Shan Bo, thank you. I believe every word you say."

In this way, the two got closer and closer during their days in the academy. Their feelings are like lotus flowers in early summer, blooming quietly among the green lotus leaves, waiting for the moment when the answer is revealed.

As the seasons turn, the relationship between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai seems to have experienced the baptism of spring, summer, autumn and winter, becoming deeper and deeper. Although life in the academy is peaceful, their hearts are filled with unspeakable passion.

One afternoon, the sky suddenly became gloomy and dark clouds gathered, indicating that a heavy rain was coming. The students in the academy fled one after another, but Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were still playing chess attentively by the lotus pond. Their thoughts have already gone beyond the chess game, and there is a shadow of the other in each other's eyes.

At this moment, a drop of rain fell on the chessboard, making a crisp sound. Liang Shanbo raised his head and saw Zhu Yingtai's face blurred and charming in the rain. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently wipe away the raindrops on her cheek, his movements gentle and slow.

Zhu Yingtai's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and she felt the unconcealable emotion in Liang Shanbo's eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. The two just stared at each other until the rain became heavier and the chess pieces were scattered in all directions.

"We should go back." Zhu Yingtai's voice was trembling. She tried to hide her panic and stood up to leave.

Liang Shanbo grabbed her wrist and said in a low and firm voice, "Brother Yingtai, I seem to have fallen in love with you. What should I do?"

Zhu Yingtai's body was shaken, and she turned around, her eyes filled with tears and emotion.

"But we are two men!"

Liang Shanbo was feeling painful about this.

"To love someone is to love that person, regardless of poverty, wealth or gender." Shan Bo murmured.

Zhu Yingtai did not expect that Liang Shanbo would express his feelings so directly. She looked into his eyes and saw the endless affection and determination. She finally plucked up the courage and nodded: "Brother Shan Bo, me too."

The two hugged each other tightly and talked to each other in the rain. They decided not to care about worldly vision and rules and bravely pursued their love. However, they also know that this road will not be smooth and will be full of challenges and difficulties.

As the days passed, the love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai was no longer a secret in the academy. Their closeness aroused many people's comments and criticisms, and some even began to interfere with their interactions. In the face of these external pressures, the two became stronger and more united.

"No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will be together." Liang Shanbo held Zhu Yingtai's hand with firm eyes.

"Yes, we will prove to everyone that our love is sincere." Zhu Yingtai also held his hand tightly, with an unyielding light shining in her eyes.

The sweet time of studying in the academy ended with a letter from Zhu Yuanwai.

The letters from the Zhu family were like a bolt from the blue, ruthlessly cutting off the sweet time between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Zhu Yuanwai urged Yingtai to return quickly, saying that his father was critically ill and there should be no delay. Liang Shanbo bid farewell to Yingtai, and the two of them were in tears. Shanbo vowed to come to propose marriage after completing his studies, and he vowed not to let her down.

In the Zhu family hall, red candles were burning high and wedding invitations were flying. Member Zhu was making an engagement for his daughter Yingtai. The Ma family has great fortune, and I wish all members of the family hope to have a good marriage. When Yingtai heard the news, he was like thunder, and tears fell on Luo Shang. She cried to her parents that she already had someone in her heart and could not marry him. However, Zhu Yuanwai was determined and unmoved. He locked Yingtai in the boudoir and guarded it to death.

A few months later, Liang Shanbo returned from his studies and went to the Zhu family to propose marriage with great hope. Unexpectedly, what awaits him is the sad news that Yingtai has been betrothed to the Ma family. Shan Bo's heart was as sharp as a knife and his face was ashen. He begged Zhu Yuanwai to make their love come true, but he was sternly rejected. Shan Bo left the Zhu family in despair, deeply in love but unable to recover.

Liang Shanbo fell ill on his bed and fell ill with lovesickness. In the dream, he and Yingtai transformed into mandarin ducks and butterflies, flying together among the flowers. When I woke up, my pillow cover was soaked with tears. He puts his affection on the piano, which is so sad and moving that all the listeners shed tears. Finally, Shan Bo was seriously ill and difficult to cure, and his last wish was to see Yingtai again.

Yingtai was heartbroken when she learned that Shanbo was critically ill. She escaped from home and came to Shanbo's bed under the pretext of offering sacrifices to the tomb. The two met each other, but it was the time of separation between life and death. Shan Bo used his last strength to hold Yingtai's hand tightly, his eyes full of reluctance and affection. He told Yingtai that even if he was born in the same quilt, he would also die in the same acupuncture point. After saying this, Shan Bo closed his eyes, and Yingtai burst into tears, vowing to go to hell with Shan Bo.

Zhu Yingtai shed tears in front of Shanbo's grave. In grief, she vowed not to marry again and decided to follow Shanbo. On the wedding day, Yingtai wore plain clothes and came to Shanbo's grave. She knelt down and cried bitterly. Suddenly the tomb opened. Yingtai jumped into the tomb and the tomb closed.

Soon, two beautiful butterflies flew out of the tomb and followed each other.

The two butterflies kept flying, flying from three hundred years ago to three hundred years later.

Three hundred years is just a blink of an eye.

On the soft grassland of Yushan Island, the sun shines with golden warmth.

Lu Yu and Bai Cha sat quietly hugging each other, their eyes moving gently along with the two dancing butterflies.

Two butterflies, one black and the other pure sky blue. They were flying around Lu Yu and Bai Cha, as if weaving an invisible net in the air, wrapping the two of them in it. The dance of butterflies is light and elegant. Their wings flap gently and make a subtle rustling sound, like the most melodious movement of nature.

Lu Yu and Bai Cha looked at the butterflies and smiled knowingly.

The two butterflies landed on the ground and transformed into a pair of young lovers, both kneeling to Lu Yu and Bai Cha to thank them.

He is no longer the black butterfly who would sheepishly shout "Shame" when his lover kisses him. Instead, he is a young man who has experienced the sweetness and sorrow of love. He brings his beauty to thank the matchmaker. , ask the matchmaker to witness their successful cultivation.

"More than just witnessing? We also want to give you wedding gifts."

Bai Cha said, waving his sleeves, and a bunch of silver needles appeared on the grass.

There are two baskets with the word "Fu" on them. The white silver needles inside, the tea buds are fat and straight, and the whole body is covered with white hairs, shining like silver needles and exuding a light fragrance.

Ever since Lu Yu and Bai Cha’s couple’s pile of silver needles stunned everyone at the wedding of Shan Bo and Ying Tai, and was hailed as a precious gift carrying deep affection and blessings, the reputation of Changxi White Tea has been widely spread in the Li Dynasty.

People followed suit one after another and made this precious white tea a must-have for various celebrations and important occasions.

Since then, Changxi white tea has had a new name: Fu tea.

Changxi white tea is Fu tea, and Fu tea is Changxi white tea.

The name of Fucha expresses people's yearning for a better life and their wishes for a happy future. Whether it is a wedding, a birthday celebration, a gathering of friends, or a family reunion, Fucha has become the best choice to add a festive atmosphere and express good intentions.

Lu Yu and Bai Cha also received their own good news.

It was a morning, and Lu Yu was taking a walk by the Moon Lake with white tea as usual.

The Moon Lake in the morning is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and elegant white clouds. The willow trees by the lake swayed gently in the wind, and cranes were playing in the lake. Lu Yu and Bai Cha walked slowly along the path by the lake, enjoying the rare peace.

Suddenly Bai Cha gagged, which startled Lu Yu.