Chapter 324 Peach Blossom Forest

Almost all the elites who entered the society were at the venue, and the purpose of Shen Fanxing's visit today was to find a few fresh artists for the company. The students in school were basically unable to integrate into such a circle, and it was difficult to contact them at the venue. Fresh blood, so Shen Fanxing stopped and walked, planning to go out through the back door.

It's just that when I passed by the corridor and terrace, I vaguely heard a familiar voice, I didn't want to care, but suddenly heard her name.

Squinting her eyes slightly, she stood there, silently listening to the two of them finish their words. After pondering for a while, she suddenly raised her lips and left with a sneer.

With the dim light, I walked through tree-lined paths, over small bridges, and climbed a few small cement-paved slopes.

It's like a park with a radius of 100 miles. The winding paths cut vertically and there are flowers and green plants everywhere.

At the beginning, she could meet a few students on the road, but later, the lights became darker and there were almost no people around.

However, as he walked further, an elegant fragrance of peach blossoms faintly passed over.

She couldn't help but follow the smell for a while, the fragrance of peach blossoms became stronger and stronger, and it didn't take long for her to see a large forest of peach blossoms.

There are surface lights a few meters apart in the forest, and the lights shine on the peach blossom forest, which is extraordinarily beautiful and brilliant.

Shen Fanxing couldn't help but admire, just as he was about to walk into the Peach Blossom Forest to appreciate it up close, a low and vicissitudes of life sounded.

"Is something wrong, miss?"

Shen Fanxing paused, looking forward, there was a person sitting in the middle of the peach blossom forest, dimly lit.

She thought about it for a while, pushed open the door of the firewood door, glanced at the man, saw that he didn't stop him any more, and walked in.

"Offended, I followed the fragrance of flowers."

As I got closer, I could see that sitting on the peach wood stake was a lean old man in dark blue outdated tunic clothes, drinking tea by himself. In the middle of the peach wood table was a set of tools for making tea.

Hearing her words, the old man looked up at her with a faint alienation between his brows and eyes.

"Your nose is quite smart."

Shen Fanxing smiled.

"Can you make tea?"

The old man said lightly, raising his hand to signal her to sit down opposite.

Shen Fanxing paused, "I'm not proficient."

The old man chuckled, "Not bad."

He motioned her to make tea again, but Shen Fanxing didn't refuse.

This is just the moment when the teapot is opened, the tea is fragrant, elegant and yet charming.

Shen Fanxing's heart tightened and he looked up at the old man.

"how?"

"This is... dragon brain tea?"

Shen Fanxing was surprised that borneol was an extremely precious natural spice, she would not have known it!

The old man's eyes were a bit scrutinized, and he laughed, "That's right! In this age, you can still meet a young man like you. Let me talk about it, you are most likely to make fragrance, make tea, make wine, and enjoy flowers. Which one do you master?"

Shen Fanxing was surprised again, and the whole person was tense again, intuition that the old man was definitely not an ordinary person.

There was a little more caution and respect in the tone, "Fragrance."

"Hahaha...that's right!"

Shen Fanxing kept making tea in her hands. The old man silently watched her finish making tea. The order was reversed several times. The movements were lacking, and the process of making tea was extremely important. A little carelessness could ruin a good tea.

But the aroma of the tea that overflowed at the end, the tea in the mouth, the taste was not lost, and it had a unique flavor.

The old man's eyes gradually deepened when he saw Shen Fanxing.

If it is not for absolute sensitivity to fragrance, it is absolutely impossible to do this.

However, Shen Fanxing remained uneasy, pursed her lips, and asked softly after a while, "Dare to ask what the elders should be called?"

"Ji Hongwen, you can call me Ji Lao."

With a "ding" sound, Shen Fanxing's teacup was held on the teapot, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the old man, a pair of star eyes full of shock...