The American Scripture

The plane landed in Beijing. Because of the promotion of several brands, Zhen Fan's itinerary was not kept secret. When he was at the airport, he was surrounded by reporters and fans. The airport had to send additional security to ensure the safe passage of Zhen Fan, but there were not many people who picked up the airport, only Feng Daran and Cheng Hu, and a sales deputy general manager sent by JL Motors, who introduced himself as Qin. Name Jianhua.

Reporters flocked in, desperately trying to squeeze in, but when the security guard stopped them, they could only pass the microphone over, asking questions loudly, trying to attract Zhen Fan’s attention, but Zhen Fan didn’t say a word. , And Christine was not ready to answer any questions, so the two had been under the care of the security guards and got into the car that Feng Daran and the others drove. Melissa sat in the co-pilot and urged the driver to drive, and left the airport in a hurry. It's just that Zhen Fan smiled and interacted with the fans with a smile, which won them cheers. So knowing that Zhen Fan's car left, they all applauded and sent off.

"I'll arrange a special reception banquet for you!" Feng Daran and Zhen Fan are old friends, and he doesn't agree with Zhen Fan, so he said directly, "There are not many people, just a few of us, I promise you will like it when you go. that place."

Zhen Fan smiled. Since Feng Daran said it was good, the place must not be bad. Feng Daran's vision is still very picky, so what he sees is definitely not bad, so he smiled and said, "You said that. Really look forward to it."

The car made a few laps in the city, and then entered in an alley, a courtyard in the alley, which looked like a Taoist temple. Someone actually cultivated Taoism into the alley. When Zhen Fan got out of the car, he couldn't help his surprise. It seemed that the master of this Taoist temple must be a rich and powerful person in the capital, or he had a lot of relationship with powerful and powerful people.

After a few people got out of the car, Feng Daran led everyone in. At the door was a little road boy dressed up in a robes. A six or seven-year-old boy with a hat, his eyes rolled around, looked very gratifying. I couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, it seemed really interesting.

After entering the door, there is a three-story building inside, which looks like a Taoist temple from the outside. There was a man dressed as a Taoist priest at the door. He seemed to be in his 70s or 80s. He didn't take the whisk or beat the chief inspector. After seeing Feng Daran and Chenghu, they laughed loudly, stretched out their hands, and the three shook hands and exchanged greetings , And nodded again with Melissa and JL's deputy general manager, which was regarded as a greeting. The vice president of JL actually nodded his head again and again, with a smile on his face, as if he had won a lot of glory. Melissa had that professional smile on her face.

After the greeting was over, the old Taoist priest walked up to Zhen Fan, and then solemnly gave Zhen Fan a standard Taoist priest's salute, and said with a serious face: "Poor Dao Qingyuzi Jishou!"

"Zhen Fan!" Zhen Fan smiled and flashed slightly. Instead of accepting Dao Master Qing Yuzi's bowing ceremony, she stretched out her hand to shake hands with Qing Yuzi. Qing Yuzi was taken aback, then stretched out her hand and shook Zhen Fan, looking at Zhen Fan with some doubts. Without saying anything, Zhen Fan and others came in.

After I entered, I realized that there was another cave. The decoration of the room is very delicate. There is only a portrait of Chunyangzi above the lobby. This is not a Taoist temple, but a hotel. Inside, there are slender waitresses wearing cheongsams with white thighs. Some waitresses walk through the hall from time to time. , Zhen Fan couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Zhen Fan’s expression, Na Qingyuzi couldn’t help leading them upstairs, and said with a smile: “The Taoist inheritance I practice is a Hui Taoist, even if it is Lu Chunyang. Taoist cultivating to become immortal is not restrictive. The people of this small festival have the ambition to save the people of the world. My descendants have not inherited his achievements. Only this wine and wealth are the same. I opened this "Tao Restaurant" in Beijing. Friends give back face and have always been more prosperous."

Zhen Fan laughed as soon as he heard it, and then said: "It's so good, it matches my appetite. I like it. A man who lives in the world should have a lot of wine and wealth. I also admire Chunyang Daozu very much. "As he said, he strode upstairs with the man.

After Qing Yuzi walked to the third floor, she led a few people into a private room. From this private room, the layout was very elegant. The wooden windows and doors were carved with fancy patterns and painted in deep sandalwood. The walls looked antique. Hanging on it is the sentence in the word "Flower in the Rain" by Taoist Chunyang: Penglai is willing to be a fairy, and who knows how to meet a fairy.

The table here is also the Eight Immortals table, square, and the stool is also a stool placed there, with two people sitting on one side and eight people sitting on the four sides, which is exactly the number of the Eight Immortals. Qing Yuzi greeted everyone to sit down, let Zhen Fan and Christine take the lead, and sit sideways to accompany him, while Melissa and JL’s deputy general manager Qin Jianhua also sat down in a row, Chenghu and Feng Daran sat down First, sitting opposite Zhen Fan and Christine.

Christine is a little interested in this kind of table and seat, and looks at it from time to time. At this time, Qing Yuzi patted his palm, and the door of the private room opened. A group of charming waitresses wearing cheongsams and thighs came in with dishes, and a table was suddenly filled.

They were all mountain and wild dishes, plus some exquisite venison, black goat and other game dishes, and a catfish soup. The aroma immediately filled the entire private room, and Feng Daran and Chenghu couldn't help but sniff. .

Another waitress brought a bottle of wine. When Zhen Fan saw it, she couldn't help but laugh. It turned out to be her own H?C?D. This kind of wine rarely flows over because there are not many sold in the United States. Many people After the auction, they were all treasured up, so Zhen Fan couldn't help but smile and looked at the Qing Yuzi.

Qing Yuzi saw Zhen Fan look at him, and smiled: "I heard that Mr. Zhen brewed a very famous wine, so I tried to get two bottles, and I drank one bottle by myself. There is half of it left. This bottle has not been opened yet. , Just wait for you to come and drive. Xiao Feng and Xiaocheng are good people."

Qing Yuzi opened the wine bottle, and then poured it for everyone. He raised the glass and said: "Today is a rare visitor. I have finished drinking this bottle. I have half a bottle. If it is not enough, I will use it. Taoist temple’s “Guxu wine” is used instead, but it’s not as good as Brother Zhen’s wine."

When several people clinked their glasses, Qing Yuko drank in one gulp. He was drinking just like drinking white wine, taking a sip, Cheng Hu, Feng Daran and Qin Jianhua also learned how to take a sip. Zhen Fan looked at Christine and Melissa. He obviously knew that Westerners like Christine and Melissa rarely drink like this.

Who would have thought that Christine also raised his wine glass, raised his head, and finished a sip, then looked at Zhen Fan and smiled triumphantly. This is obvious, even I drink like this, don't underestimate me! Melissa is the same, a sip, unambiguous. Zhen Fan was speechless for a while, and then ate it. Qing Yuzi quickly made up for everyone.

Then Qin Jianhua couldn't sit still, and said that he would not let Qing Yuzi pour the wine, and he must pour the wine for everyone. To be honest, he was already a little flattered at the reception of Qing Yuzi, Qing Yuzi did not fight with him, and asked him to pick up the bottle and pour everyone.

After two rounds of drinking, everyone just tried to persuade the dishes to drink, and didn’t talk about other things. Even the vice president of JL, Qin Jianhua, didn’t dare to say much. He just drank. Zhen Fan didn’t say anything else, and just talked to everyone. Wine and food slowly became messy, there was nothing substantive, just nonsense.

A bottle of wine could not hold up this way of drinking. After a while, I drank it, and then brought a half bottle of the old Taoist priest. After two rounds, I drank it again, so I took the Taoist Guxu wine again. The wine was not bad. , It is white wine, the alcohol content is not high, it is about 30 degrees, but Christine and Melissa are a little unaccustomed to drinking.

But still gritted his teeth and learned to drink a sip. Fortunately, this wine is no better than that of blended wine or high-grade pure grain wine. It has a softer mouth and some aftertaste. It is not too difficult for the two ladies.

After drinking, the old Taoist wanted to arrange a massage room for Zhen Fan and the others. Cheng Hu and Feng Daran readily agreed. Zhen Fan had no choice but to go to the countryside and let the old Taoist arrange it, but he didn't expect this old Taoist to be seventy or eighty years old. He also knows how to enjoy it, and seeing his body is still strong, so he can understand.

The massage room is on the second floor. The two ladies arranged one, Zhen Fan and the old Taoist one, and Feng Daran, Cheng Hu, and Qin Jianhua. After the arrangement was arranged, those beautiful entertainers led people into the room. Then they all changed into massage work clothes and began to massage everyone.

Zhen Fan knew that the old Taoist must have his own thoughts on this arrangement, so he kept silent and did not take the initiative to talk to him, closed his eyes, and was intently enjoying the beautiful massage service.

After more than an hour, the beauties massaged the two of them, and they were so tired that they were sweating slightly, and some small breaths were exhaled. The old Taoist waved his hand and asked them to leave, and turned over, and Zhen Fan smiled face to face and said, "How does Mr. Zhen feel? The waiters here are strictly trained, they are very accurate in identifying acupoints and have moderate strength!"

Zhen Fan also turned over and lay face to the sky with a smile: "It's not bad. I am afraid that this is the only one in the capital. There are few such good methods!"

When Qing Yuzi heard this, she was very proud~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smiled: "That is, it's not that I am bragging, and the only place in Beijing is the most authentic. Uh... I have a doubt in my heart, I don't know if Mr. Zhen Explain my doubts?"

"You want to ask about Taoism, right?" Zhen Fan smiled. The old Taoist finally couldn't help but nodded and said, "Ask, I'm afraid you already know that I am a Taoist priest. Now, just seeing you hide H?C?D, I know you can sense the Taoist vitality in it!"

The old Taoist hurriedly nodded, and then said to Zhen Fan: "This...is the wine really made by yourself? You, including the vitality of the Taoist school..."

"Yes!" Zhen Fan nodded and said, "Is there any problem?"

The old Taoist immediately stood up, walked in front of Zhen Fan a few steps, knelt down on his knees, and said, "The old Tao is the best in his life, but he has never learned the essentials in his life. The Taoist vitality is there, but it is so thin that I have asked the teacher to teach me. I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Zhen Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. Why did he come up with a teacher? Do people nowadays become addicted to teachers regardless of the East and the West? R1152

S