Huinehara naturally stayed in Sensoji Temple.

"The spirit of the tea ceremony lies in the four words "harmony, respect, purity, silence."

Irikyu knelt on the tatami, the door of the tea room was open, and the cool evening breeze blew in. Although Irikyu's voice was soft, the wind then came clearly into Feng Zhaoyuan's ears.

Feng Zhaohara secretly convinced that this was the first time he had met a person who could use the power of nature so cleverly. Ichiri Xiu was indeed an extremely master of secret techniques.

"Master, what does it mean to be kind, respect, qing, and silence?"

"'Harmony' means harmony between the subject and the guest;'respect' means etiquette;'clear' means purity and tranquility, we must abandon the world and achieve the purity of the mind;'silence' means concentrating the mind and calming the air."

Feng Zhaoyuan nodded, which was equivalent to a kind of spiritual cultivation, and the foundation of the secret technique was derived from the spiritual power of mankind.

"In fact, 'harmony' can also be extended to harmony with the surrounding environment. 'respect' is an attitude, and the words 'clean' and 'silence' are almost like the meditation and meditation in Buddhism."

Feng Zhaohara thought about it and added.

Ichirikyu nodded and suddenly walked out of the tea room. It had just fallen autumn rain and the air was refreshing. The sky in the middle of the night was like blue silk satin, and the bright moon hung above his head, emitting bright light.

The autumn insects sing softly in the flowerbed.

Ichirikki pointed to the small puddles in the yard, smiled at Fengzhaohara and said, "Look."

In every puddle, a moon is reflected, shining.

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly realized: "The four words "harmony, respect, tranquility" can actually be used not only in tea ceremony, but also in other techniques. Just like the bright moon in the sky, casting countless reflections in the puddle."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Ichirikyu laughed and left without looking back, leaving only the wind shining in place, falling into deep thought.

Aren’t the many clones of the Grass Whispering Technique also like a moon shadow in this puddle? If you can distinguish the real bright moon, you can defeat him smoothly!

In an instant, Feng Zhaoyuan looked up at the moon, and his mind abandoned distracting thoughts and entered a state of purity and silence.

It was not until the early morning of the next day that the girl with the same name as Baekson cleaned the courtyard. Feng Zhao woke up like a dream and found herself standing there for a whole night.

The dew wet the hairline, Feng Zhaohara stared at the woman's back, the water green and jade-white kimono was noble and bright, showing an elegant curve. In Feng Zhaohara's heart, I hope she would never turn around, let him immerse himself in his imagination of Sakura Kishimura and relieve the pain of lovesickness.

The woman finally turned around.

Feng Zhaoyuan's sweet and sour thoughts were broken like porcelain.

"You're early."

The woman nodded to Feng Zhaoyuan, and her voice was hoarse, which made him miss the cool and exciting voice of Qizhongzi.

“There seems to be a lot of tourists today.”

Feng Zhaohara looked away with regret and led to the corridor of the tea room, where people in orthodox kimono pass by from time to time.

"Today is the first-time tea event of Sensoji Temple."

The woman replied lightly: "Master Ichirikawa invited some friends to come and taste tea."

Tea events are traditional Japanese cultural activities, which first originated from the Edo Shogunate period. The host and the guest obey the etiquette through the form of drinking tea, experience each other's existence and the fulfillment of life. It can be said that tea events have very profound philosophical significance.

The autumn is clear and the wind is bright and the wind is bright. At the door of the tea room, people who came to attend the tea party were changing cloth socks. Ichiriyu stood by the paper sliding door of the niche to welcome the tea guests. The morning breeze blew across the flowerbed, and the bright flowers were blooming, and the fragrance was bursting.

Feng Zhaohara looked at it in a daze for a while. For a long time, he had almost spent his life in a fight. This was the first time he had experienced the leisurely and relaxed atmosphere like today.

This is a completely different feeling.

It seems to represent another realm of life.

A tall and handsome young man suddenly walked into the flowerbed, and his golden hair was like a brilliant wave among the flowers.

"It's you!"

Feng Zhaoyuan and the young man's eyes met, and the two shouted in unison.

Ying Luopian!

Huozawa looked at him in disbelief: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find Miss Baekson."

Ying Luopian's face was also surprised and greeted Biko. When the pair of sapphire eyes looked at Biko, the gaze emitted was full of enthusiasm. The enthusiasm seemed very gentle, mixed with wildness, and there was an indescribable cautiousness, as if it had brewed great joy.

Such eyes are simply the look of a young man at a woman in his first love.

Feng Zhaohara was shocked. Could this barren son be the sweetheart who Ying Luopin was worried about? With his conditions, no matter what, he should choose a beautiful woman to be right.

Biko seemed to keep a distance from Ying Luopian. She politely talked to him, then walked away and started to entertain the tea party.

The shadow of flowers and leaves was reflected through the rising sun, and the swaying waved on Biko's back. Ying Luopian was stunned for a while, turned her head and smiled at Feng Zhaoyuan: "What a coincidence. I didn't expect that we would meet again here."

“I came here to learn the tea ceremony.”

“Learn tea ceremony?”

Ying Luopeng looked at him curiously.

Feng Zhaoyuan was afraid that the other party would continue to ask questions, so she turned around and said, "You seem to be very familiar with the girl just now."

Ying Luopian sighed in a low voice, a trace of confusion flashed through her eyes: "Actually, I haven't known each other for a long time. Just like you, Baizi is also a very mysterious person."

"Aren't you the same mysterious?"

Feng Zhaoyuan blinked and stared at Ying Luopian with quite interesting scent.

"I would rather be just an ordinary person, just like you, be happy, troubled, and cry because of sadness."

Ying Luopian murmured: "Sometimes, I feel more like a machine."

Feng Zhaoyuan shook his head secretly. Has the perfect genetic body cultivated by Fa Zhuangqing lost its human feelings, but just a machine?

Ying Luopian suddenly asked, "Can we make friends?"

Feng Zhaoyuan was stunned for a moment.

"I have no friends except for bare son."

Ying Luopian looked at Feng Zhaoyuan sincerely: "I want to experience what the friend mentioned in the book is like."

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled bitterly and said nothing. He and Fa Zhuangqing were incompatible. Sooner or later, they would fight to the death with Ying Luopian. How could they become friends?

"To that bachelor girl, have you experienced love?"

Helplessly, Feng Zhaohara had to turn the topic again.

A shy smile appeared on the corner of Ying Luopian's mouth. Such a smile not only did not damage his image, but also added a bit of unique charm.

"I don't know if this is love. More than a month ago, I saw her for the first time on the streets of Tokyo, and it felt very strange. It was raining heavily that day, and she didn't bring an umbrella. She stood at the door of the convenience store, with her wet black hair hanging on her shoulders, bright and bright."

Bright and beautiful? No matter how you look at it, Baizi is a woman with an ordinary appearance. It seems that the aesthetic view of genetic people is also different from that of ordinary people.

Feng Zhaoyuan felt funny in his heart and patted his shoulder: "Since you fall in love with her at first sight, then go and chase her bravely. I believe that few women in this world have immunity to super handsome guys like you."

"Is it true?"

Ying Luopian looked like a child, showing a confused expression.

Fengzhaohara smiled slightly: "Have you been in Tokyo these days?"

Ying Luopian nodded: "This period of time can be completely controlled by myself."

Feng Zhaoyuan felt aroused in her heart and asked deliberately: "Do you sometimes have to let others dominate?"

Ying Luo lowered his head, stared at the flowers all over the yard, and fell into silence.

More than an hour later, the tea party gradually ended, and Bardoko helped Ichirik to pack up the tea sets and bid farewell to the guests.

Saying off the tea lover, Geko stood on the single-plank bridge in Sensoji Temple, leaning against the bridge railing, leisurely ecstasy. The gurgling stream under the bridge reflects the tall and graceful figure of the woman on the bridge, shimmering in the sun.

Feng Zhaoyuan couldn't help but think of the Bridge of Sighs in Venice.

The autumn sun is orange-yellow and looks particularly soft. A line of geese roars chirping out of the cotton-like clouds, and their wings are dyed with crimson dawn.

A trace of sadness like autumn sun also flashed through the woman's eyes.

“Some things cannot be missed.”

Feng Zhaoyuan sighed lowly and winked at Ying Luopian. The latter hesitated toward Baekson. Just looking at the two of them, it was a very compatible match.

Yilixiu walked out of the tea room and pruned the branches in the flower bed. The scissors flashed lightly and the excess branches and leaves fell down, not too much, just right. The pruned flower bed not only has no traces of artificiality, but instead grows naturally, full of a harmonious beauty.

Feng Zhaoyuan was fascinated by the fact that Yilixiu's technique of pruning flower branches was like the slaughter of the bastard in Zhuangzi's fables. He entered the state of "Tao" with no thickness and ease and ease, and entered the state of "Tao".

What's more subtle is that although Ichirikyu was holding scissors, the branches were like falling naturally, and he deeply understood the essence of the word "harmony".

"Let me try it."

Feng Zhaohara was itchy when she saw itchy and shouted excitedly.

Ichirikawa smiled slightly, Feng Zhaohara took the scissors and stared for a while, suddenly realized that he had no idea how to start. The flowerbed was trimmed to perfection, and it was difficult to find any extra branches and leaves.

"The last place is still missing, and you can finish trimming."

Ichirikyu looked at Huozawa with a profound meaning: "I'll wait for you in the tea room tonight."

The last place is still missing, which place is it?

Feng Zhaoyuan held scissors in her hand and stared blankly at the flowerbed.
To be continued...