Xu Sanjin looked for Lu Xin not for Menghun Ointment, but gave him a chance. A chance to leave Xu's mansion and no longer be a slave.

Among the many industries in the Xu Mansion, the tea business is the most profitable. However, Xu Sanjin likes to drink tea, and he always wants to make tea ceremony culture popular all over the world. But today, except for the wealthy businessmen and tycoons in various prefectures and counties in Jiangnan Road, they like to put a few pieces of tea to brew while drinking water. People in other places do not have this habit.

Xu Sanjin decided to hand over part of the tea business that he had gone to Hangzhou to Lu Xin. He promised that he could leave as long as he earned 200 taels of silver for the Xu family. This was naturally great news for Lu Xin. He originally thought that even if he paid back the money, Lu Sanjin would not let him go easily. Now it seems that his value in Xu Sanjin's eyes is obviously higher than a contract.

On the way back to the West Courtyard, Lu Xin began to read a book. The contents of the book were all about some experiences about tea and Xu Sanjin's own views on identifying tea and making tea. In modern society, tea culture has long been popular all over the world. Almost every household in the country drinks tea. Some expensive tea can even be sold for hundreds of millions of yuan per kilogram.

But from the contents of the book and the chat with Xu Sanjin, it was learned that in the Tang Dynasty, tea ceremony was far from rising. People in most places in the world did not have the habit of drinking tea. This is an opportunity and a challenge.

"It seems that this is a blank page of the Tang Dynasty culture. Hangzhou City is such a familiar place!"

When Lu Xin returned to the West Courtyard, everyone was already busy. Xu Sanjin asked him to set off tomorrow and go to Hangzhou to buy tea with the caravan. Lu Xin didn't have much luggage to pack, so he went directly to the toilet courtyard. He had to leave with the mute Wu Ci. In ancient times, the transportation was inconvenient, and it took hundreds of miles to go back and forth for three or five days. Lu Xin didn't know when he would be able to return home.

The mute Wu looked very happy when he heard that Lu Xin wanted to do a tea business for Xu's mansion. Lu Xin wanted him to leave the West Courtyard and run with him, but the mute Wu decisively refused.

"Uncle Wu, if I leave, the only thing I can't bear to leave in this huge Xu Mansion is you. Ten years have passed, and the world is already different. Why do you keep living in the past?"

"I have tasted all the things in the world, love, hate, love, bitterness, sweetness, and bitterness. In my early years, I thought that the sword art was like fire, and what I wanted was the sharpness, so that my mind and nature were in full swing, and I made a big mistake. After ten years of meditation, I realized that the sword art is water, soft and hard, and also overcome the sharpness of the hearts of the people in the world!"

"The sharpness of human hearts?"

Looking at the handwriting engraved on the ground by the mute Wu, Lu Xin couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He didn't understand the realm of mute Wu, but he knew his own changes. After traveling from modern times to the Tang Dynasty, in just a few months, his mind had already become unrecognizable. He began to be jealous of the rich and often had a hostility in his heart. Although he knew that dream souls were useless to others, he still bought and sold at a price of ten times. Even when he was only nine years old, he had thought of killing others many times.

In modern times, these will not appear in a child. But in the Tang Dynasty, he thought that this was life. Is such a change good? evil? gain? or loss? happiness? or misfortune?

Lu Xin began to be confused about his way of survival for the first time. He didn't understand how to walk the next path.

The countless leaves were still flying in the air, but they suddenly began to change. Some of the leaves were arranged in fonts. The moonlight was not bright, but Lu Xin's eyes seemed to be watching countless beating flames. It was the mute Wu who wanted to say to him.

"What can your eyes see at this moment?"

"It's calligraphy, no! It's a painting, it's a painting with mountains, water and fairy spirit."

Whoosh swish swish swish swish...

The moment Lu Xin finished speaking, all the fallen leaves suddenly fell down. The mute Wu put away his sword, turned around and looked at him and smiled. Then, many words were carved on the ground.

"It's indeed a painting, but what I painted is not landscape, but you?"

"I?"

Lu Xin pointed at his nose and couldn't figure it out. But the mute Wu was obviously very satisfied with his answer, and he smiled throughout the whole process.

"You can understand my sword technique at a young age, which means you have a heart that can distinguish all things in the world. Through this heart, your eyes can see the secrets of the world. This is practice."

"Uncle Wu, do you want to teach me sword skills?"

Lu Xin was very happy. He was not stupid. Since Lu Tingfang left Chang'an and Grandpa Tu passed away. After experiencing life and death, he has long been much more mature than children of his age. The words of the mute Wu immediately made him understand the profound meaning.

"I have no intention of accepting disciples, but with your mind and understanding, I am the best candidate to inherit the Sword Art of Mysterious Brush. You once asked me during the day, if a person harms you, kills you or does not kill you, how will this person's heart be with you? In fact, there is no good or evil in this world. The world is big, so big that it ignores your life and death. But the world is also small, so small that it can't hold on to your life and death."

The words of Mute Wu were full of Zen, and Lu Xin could not fully understand it at this time. But he finally knew the name of Mute Wu’s sword technique, which was as wonderful as the galaxy, and the brush and ink were blooming!

"With a sword instead of writing, you can write the books of sages, draw mountains and flowing water, cover the sun, moon and stars, and shake the four wildernesses. My sword technique uses softness as a trace, and holding the sword is like holding a pen. Using the void as paper, you can see through everything by writing. Holding the sword is good, and you can dance with me."

The mute Wu pointed to the corner of the wall not far away. Lu Xin hurried over to get the sword, but found that one of his hands could not be lifted at all. Seeing this, the mute Wu took out a bottle of pill from his arms and asked Lu Xin to pour out one and swallow it raw.

"If you take one bottle of secret bone-building pill every day before practicing, you can strengthen your muscles and bones and make your qi and blood full. But remember, you can take one before practicing your exercises every day. If you eat too much, your muscles and bones will deform, it will harm you."

"I remember the master."

"No, I am not your master, and I will not accept disciples. There is only the truth of teaching art between you and me, but there is no title of master and disciple. If you don't listen, I will not pass on your sword technique."

"I understand, Uncle Wu!"

The mute Wu insisted on refusing to accept his apprentice, so Lu Xin had to change his words and continue to refer to Uncle Wu. For him, it doesn't matter whether the mute Wu is his master or not. Because in his heart, he has already regarded it like a father.
Chapter completed!