Sword comes

The morning sun shines into the wine shop, and the old shopkeeper is whistling to tease the caged bird. The little bird is as cold as a fairy on the mountain, but the old man is full of fighting spirit and shows off his skills, whistling slickly.

The clerk of the youth store is diligently cleaning the house, and the already spotless tables and stools are becoming more and more clean. He breathes out from time to time, wipes it carefully with his sleeve, and is full of satisfaction.

It seems that for the boy who sells wine in the Hanging Mountain, tidying up a house is the greatest happiness in the world.

Chen Pingan, who was lying on the wine table, woke up leisurely. He didn't have a splitting headache after getting drunk, but he was in a trance, sitting on the spot blankly, trying to remember what happened last night, but he couldn't remember at all. , I just remember that I promised the couple to drink the Wangyou wine, which is rare for monks in the Jade Realm. Who are the couple, what I talked with them, and when they left, I forgot all of them.

I clearly said it was Wangyou wine, but what was it that I forgot?

On the contrary, Chen Pingan felt even more sad, and always felt a faint sadness lingering in his heart, which could not go away.

Just like the dawn, a yellow bird stayed on the loess window of the ancestral house in Niping Lane, chirping, disturbing one's sleep, but reluctant to drive it away.

Chen Ping looked around, and saw the young shop assistant who was working hard, and the old shopkeeper who was leisurely.

Chen Pingan tentatively asked: "Check out"

The young man who was squatting on the ground wiping a table leg grinned and said nothing.

The old man smiled and said: "You drank four jars of wine in total, and I gave you three jars of wine. You really have to pay for the remaining one jar of wine."

Chen Pingan asked, "How much?"

The old man laughed loudly: "If you really have to spend money to buy a jar of yellow rice wine, then it's a bit too much."

The young man who was called Xu Jia by the shopkeeper laughed and said: "Last night there was a rich young master from Aiaizhou who came here admiringly and wanted to buy a jar of Wangyou wine to take home. The shopkeeper didn't want to sell it, saying it was not about money That young man was stalking and insisting on asking the price, but when he asked the price, he was frightened and foolish, he didn't sit on the steps outside the door in a daze all night, probably he hasn't given up yet."

Chen Pingan asked: "Liu Youzhou"

The old man nodded, "This is the little guy, the future head of the Liu family in Aiaizhou, known as the boy with many treasures, a piece of abbot, which contains many magic weapons. The name of the young master. There was a time when I practiced together with others in the Shenzhou of the Middle Earth, and when I met a strong enemy, the little guy took out seven high-grade magic weapons for attacking in one go, and then made himself like a turtle shell. Speaking of the character of the saint's real name, only the god-man Chenglujia wore two pieces, and the other seven people just relied on this to smash to death an earth fairy that was higher than their two realms."

Obviously, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, this little guy is worthy of nagging, and he said with a smile: "Such an interesting little guy, I almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to give him a bowl of Huangliang wine."

Chen Pingan was a little ashamed, Liu Youzhou must be so afraid of death.

Chen Pingan was a little apprehensive, "Mr., how do you settle the bill?"

The old man thought for a while, "I haven't figured out how to settle accounts for now, and I will find you later when I think about it."

Chen Ping'an's heart fluttered suddenly.

The old man smiled and said, "It's also possible that I won't remember you after you have lived your life, so don't be afraid."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Ping got up and was about to leave the wine shop. The old man asked, "Boy, there is still half a jug of yellow rice wine left. Don't drink it before leaving."

Chen Pingan reached out and shook the wine jar, and there was indeed a small half of the jar left, and he said doubtfully, "I can't take it away."

The old man shook his head and said: "If you take it away, you won't forget your worries. It's worse than ordinary wine. It's wasteful. I advise you not to do such stupid things. This wine is a little tricky. In fact, the couple invites you to drink it now. It’s a big waste, the later you drink the better, but it’s hard to find the word best in this world, let’s just muddle along, it’s good enough.”

Chen Pingan sat down again, and asked curiously: "Isn't it called Wangyou wine? Why does the shopkeeper often call it Huangliang wine?"

The boy named Xu Jia stared wide-eyed, with an expression of seeing a ghost in daylight, "Don't you know where this is?"

Chen Ping'an became more and more strange, "Isn't it the Hanging Mountain?"

Xu Jia grinned and said, "Then you must have heard of Huangliang Fudi."

Chen Ping still shook his head.

The old man helped Chen Ping out of the siege, "It's normal if you don't know, this blessed land is in the same situation as Lizhu Xiaodongtian in your hometown, it's ruined."

Xu Jia quickly threw away the rag, and said in a hurry: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, let me talk about it next, the lady said that I was very handsome when I told this passage."

The old man laughed and said, "Either my daughter is blind, or she is drinking too much and talking nonsense, which one do you think is more likely?"

"Miss is fine"

Xu Jia coughed, moistened his throat, and said solemnly: "Now there are only a few ruins left in this blessed land of Huangliang. In the early years when the blessed land of Huangliang was the most beautiful, people who were frustrated in the world would go there. It was very lively. Beauty, beauty, wine and dreams are all found in this blessed land, and they are guaranteed to meet your wishes. This is the most rare place, and it can also reflect a person's Taoism. Breaking the Realm actually used a lot of secret methods and heretics, so I made a special trip to this shop in the inverted mountain, first stripped out the soul and one soul to stay awake, and then drank a jar of Wangyou wine, showing my sincerity, and taking this opportunity , take in everything at a glance, or peel off cocoons, or check for omissions and make up for vacancies”

Xu Jia was speaking in a cadence, but the old man said impatiently: "Stop flipping through an old almanac, and I'm not afraid that it will be ruined by you. In short, there is only a small place like our shop in a blessed land of yellow beams."

Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine, looked left and right, and really couldn't associate a blessed place with a shop.

In fact, there is also a blessed land in Aquarius Island, Qingtan blessed land, which is controlled by the Daoist God Sect of Yizhou.

It is said that the Jiang family of Yuguizong in Tongyezhou is also in charge of a blessed land of cloud caves.

Chen Pingan took a sip of the wine and asked, "Old man, yesterday I didn't drink too much, did I still have that couple?"

The old man replied, "I don't remember."

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The old man smiled and said, "You don't even remember yourself, why should I, an outsider, remember?"

Chen Pingan couldn't refute and drank silently.

Still can't drink good or bad.

It just feels good to enter.

The old man remembered something, pointed to a wall, and said to Chen Pingan: "Do you see that wall? Anyone who can sit down and drink can go there and write a poem or write a few words. "

Xu Jia said in an old-fashioned way: "After drinking wine, one is drunk to death and passed out, and lived and died in the wine tank for the rest of his life, and he couldn't sober up until he died. After passing it, I have tasted the taste of several lifetimes. I think the things written by these two kinds of people will be very interesting, guest, do you want to give it a try?"

The old man laughed angrily: "You can pull it down, your teeth will be soured by you, you are so big, you want to imitate Ah Liang all day long, you don't feel ashamed and panic."

Xu Jia said bluntly: "Miss likes Ah Liang so much, I don't want to learn from him."

The old man said with emotion: "Those who learn from me will live, and those who are like me will die. You have seen so many drunks and heard so many drunken words, and you can't figure out the reason."

Xu Jia laughed and said, "I learned from Ah Liang, but not from you."

The old man threw a wine glass over, "I know how to play tricks on me all day long"

Xu Jia gently took the wine glass, tossed it back to the old man, and quickly trotted to bring a pen to Chen Pingan, "Keep some thoughts on it."

Chen Pingan put down his wine bowl and said helplessly, "My handwriting is very bad."

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and said: "It can be worse than Ah Liang's earthworm crawling, let alone those world-renowned calligraphers, they are not the same as they are said by their peers to be stone-pressed toads, dead snakes hanging from branches, generals embroidering flowers, and old women wearing armor. "

The young man whispered: "Let me tell you the truth, no matter how bad any of the words written by anyone above is, in front of A Liang's words, everyone is as beautiful as a fairy. If you don't believe me, go over there and have a look."

Chen Pingan still didn't take the brush for the time being, but got up and walked towards the wall. From a distance, it was just a white wall without any calligraphy, but when he got closer to the white wall, he found that it was full of poems, chapters and warnings.

Dazzling.

Someone's calligraphy stands out from the crowd, and it is a poem in cursive script, which occupies a huge area.

It's like a cluster of flowers and flowers competing for beauty, but there is only one peerless beauty who occupies all the scenery.

There are also incongruous handwriting, the most eye-catching is a line of crooked big characters, even Chen Pingan finds it unsightly, and the content is even more speechless, "When I think of so many girls waiting for me infatuatedly, my conscience Some pain", the key is at the end of the text, there is a smiley face and a thumbs up.

There is no doubt that it must be A Liang's own handwriting. Most people don't have the cheek to write these words.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter, turned around and asked, "Old man, keep this too."

The young man who was helping to carry the pen said sickly: "Firstly, Ah Liang is shameless, saying that if he erases a word, he will treat it as if he paid off a jar of wine; secondly, my lady likes this passage very much, and thinks that Ah Liang is I'm praising her. My lady also used a pot of yellow rice wine to exchange a novel with a novelist's grandfather, which is dedicated to her and A Liang's shopkeeper. What is it called?

The old man sneered and said, "It's lingering."

Xu Jia nodded and said: "Yes, in fact, at that time, Miss also hinted at the patriarch of the novelist that the more straightforward and explicit the writing, the better. Later, it was estimated that the person was really unable to write, so he wrote more subtlely. Miss Very unhappy, this time she ran away from home, she said she eloped, one thing is to find trouble with this patriarch, thinking that his writing is poor, he is a liar for fame, she must spit on him face to face .”

Chen Pingan looked around the high wall, finally lowered his head, and saw a series of small characters in a small corner. The characters were still written by A Liang, but they were not eye-catching.

Small, there is nothing good in Jianghu, only wine is okay.

A Liang finally smeared a certain word after "small" into an ink block.

Chen Pingan asked: "Can I write anything?"

Xu Jia handed over the pen, nodded and said, "Anything is fine, as long as it is written in the blank space, anything can be written."

The young man did not forget to remind: "Guest officer, don't write about so-and-so visiting here, it's too vulgar, even if it's such a stinky and shameless content like A Liang, it's better than visiting here."

Chen Pingan took the pen, turned around suddenly and ran to the wine table, took a big gulp of wine, then returned to the wall, squatted halfway with the pen and wrote a small Small Qi characters.

Xiao Qi, there is nothing good in the world, only wine is okay.

The old man joked: "The writing doesn't really have any aura, it's just about rules, but it looks good when you stay next to A Liang's writing. You're cheating, no, just write something else."

Chen Pingan nodded, and began to choose a blank space, but the middle of the wall is tightly structured, and if he really wants to see the needles, he can do it, but he always feels that it will be disrespectful to his predecessors, and those who dare to write in the middle, most of the words The writing is very good and full of charm. Chen Pingan really didn't dare to write here, so he tried his best to look to the sides, high places or low places. No small gaps, one on the right side at the top and one on the left at the bottom.

Chen Ping moved away, squatted on the far left, took a deep breath, and wrote three words.

Before writing, I thought of so many sword immortals and fairy swords in Jingjiange.

So the three characters in his pen are long sword spirit.

Xu Jia looked at the three words, they were well-behaved, really boring, the young man shook his head lightly, disapproving, and couldn't help muttering: "It looks like he doesn't read much."

It was rare for the old man to agree with the store clerk, nodded and smiled and said: "Also, I haven't had enough wine. Hey, Dali boy surnamed Chen, don't worry, drink a big bowl of wine first, drink to your heart's content, and write something from your heart. It's not as difficult as you think. You can write three sentences for the three jars of wine you drink, and there is one last chance."

However, Chen Pingan had already handed the brush back to Xu Jia, and smiled at the old man, "I won't write any more."

It doesn't matter to the old man, the immortal is drunk and keeps calligraphy, it's just a small matter to win the prize, it's just icing on the cake, since the young man can't write good calligraphy, and now he's not a sword fairy, of course the old shopkeeper won't force others.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Old man, can I spare this half jar of wine? I want to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and drink it after I come back, is that okay?"

Xu Jia shook his head vigorously, "There is no such rule in our wine shop. If a jar of yellow rice wine is uncovered, it must be drunk in one gulp. There is no reason to drink it again after going out of the gate."

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay this time."

Xu Jia said anxiously, "Why is that?"

The old man put the birdcage by his hand, leaned on the counter, and said with a smile, "I like Yu Zuo's saying, it's auspicious and festive."

After Chen Ping stepped out of the threshold of the wine shop, he staggered. After standing still, he looked back and saw that there was no wine shop, it was empty.

In the wine shop that disappeared, the old man opened the cage, and the little yellow bird with the golden beak flew out of the cage, but before it got close to the words on the wall, he familiarly checked the length of a person's martial arts , it quickly hid back in the birdcage, Xu Jia was dumbfounded, the old man thought for a while, and sighed, "Forget it, it's just a young man from Xiaozhou, so what if there is a sign of this marriage, in just a hundred years, Check it or not, it doesn't matter."

Xu Jia stared fiercely at the line written at the top. Most of the words were written in a row from top to bottom. In the past hundred years, after A Liang, a female guest not long ago, she was the second A guy who writes horizontally, and after the incident, the little squirrel fluttered wildly, and he didn't recover for the last half a day, as if he had a serious illness.

Xu Jia couldn't help but complained: "It's all because of that female martial god's martial arts peak, her aura is too scary."

The old man's eyes were doting, and he looked at the poor little oriole kindly, and murmured: "I'm sorry for you."

There is a pair of strange sparrows in the world, who can peck at Wen Yun and pick at Wu Yun.

According to legend, the male sparrow was captured by Lu Chen, the head teacher of Taoism, and the female sparrow was raised by the ancestor of the miscellaneous family.

Chen Pingan walked in a secluded alley.

Although the drink was muddleheaded, Chen Pingan suddenly understood something when he walked out of the shop after drinking the wine.

Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian gourd, drank the little sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and murmured while drinking.

Miss Ning, most likely I really don't like you anymore.

Otherwise, in Lizhu Cave, I promised to give you the scabbard, how could I pretend to forget this time?

Chen Pingan, you are really unlucky, Miss Ning doesn't like it or not, but hates you or not.

Thinking of this, the young man was having fun while suffering, and felt a little relieved that this trip to the rivers and lakes was not in vain, and he had a lot of heart.

But he still decided to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi himself.

He kept telling himself that he just wanted to take a look at the big characters carved on the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The big deal is that after "accidentally" meeting a certain girl in a certain place at a certain time, he greeted her with a big smile, but between the opening remarks "such a coincidence" and "you are also there", Chen Pingan was a little uncertain Which one is more appropriate.

Chen Pingan thought very hard.

So much so that he didn't realize that behind him was a girl who was about to die of anger.

She was wearing a dark green robe.