Qingcheng Mountain, in front of the purple palace, the young man said goodbye to the thin old man in a purple robe.

"The Taoist is worthy of being a national player, and his chess strength is far-reaching and unmatched. ”

"Sir, don't you make fun of the old way, you and I played this game of chess for three days, and played a dead game, what kind of national player to talk about. ”

The young man smiled: "Do you want to do it again?"

"The old way can. ”

"After drinking tea for three days, I think it's more important to eat, Dao Chief, take your leave. ”

The young man saluted again, turned around and boarded the carriage, and left Qingcheng Mountain.

The thin old man watched with a smile as the carriage drove down the hill, his beard trembled, and soon a boy ran over and handed over a letter.

The old road slowly opened, solidified for a long time, and with a shock of his palm, the letter turned into snow and fell to the ground, and was blown away by the wind.

"The first person below the Qi House back then, after all, was defeated by the woman, why did Taihe Mountain dare to call himself the first holy land of Taoism. ”

"It's just a pity, it's a good seedling, it's just that the edge is too strong, otherwise it may not be impossible to get into the gate of heaven......"

"Boss. The Taoist boy on the side said hesitantly, "There is no wine on the mountain." ”

Lao Dao nodded, took out a bag of broken silver from his cuffs, and patted the top of Daotong's head: "I don't know if the woman under the mountain has come back, you go and see, buy more, and run every time." ”

"Yes, sir. Dao Tong ran away with a glutinous voice.

The Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain never drink alcohol, but it doesn't mean that they don't buy alcohol.

The nine-colored golden lotus on Qingcheng Mountain completely made all the foreign sects except Taihe Mountain out of reach.

The funny thing is that only Qingchengmen people know that Qingcheng Mountain, where the precepts have always been strict, the best nourishment for the treasure of the mountain gate is actually wine.

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Today's sunlight is not dazzling, giving people a warm feeling in this not yet hot solar term, Song Zhi'er put down the stone pestle in his hand, squinting and looking for a beam of light that has been cut through the gap in the osmanthus on the top of his head.

A light breeze brought the fragrance of osmanthus to the face, and Song Zhi'er twisted a small handful of osmanthus flowers from the jar and secretly threw them into her mouth, and the sweetness full of taste buds made her laugh.

With a taste in his mouth, he thought that the osmanthus carefully selected by the master was really different from the others, and patted the big tree in the yard surrounded by several people.

When she was eight years old, she fled famine with refugees, and was pulled out of the pile of dead by her master, who came two months earlier than her, and heard that he was the son of a wealthy family in Jiangnan, and was somehow driven out.

On weekdays, the senior brother always laughs and closes his mouth and doesn't talk about the past, and Song Zhi'er doesn't ask about it.

More than eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I and my senior brother have been learning winemaking from my master for eight years in this town at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

The wine brewed by the master was secretly tasted by herself when she first came, and the wine was not to be discussed, it was extremely bitter and difficult to enter her throat, it was simply something she had tasted unpalatable in her life.

But eight years have passed, and the taste of Master's wine has not changed at all, it is still so bitter, and they have always thought that Master's wine is the most unpleasant in the world.

Until one day, the master allowed herself and her brother to open an altar to make wine according to the ancient method of the master, and after she and the brother exchanged results, both of them silently changed their views in their hearts.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the firewood, and Songguo'er walked in with a large bundle of firewood on her back sweating, smiled at Songzhi'er, and shouted: "Senior sister, are there people coming down from Qingcheng Mountain today? Hey, are you stealing osmanthus again?"

Looking at the humble appearance of the senior brother, Song Zhi'er couldn't understand, obviously his senior brother was also handsome, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, he could also find a role in those boudoir chatters when he was pulled out, why did he always have the same consciousness as a fat man, could it be that the children of rich families were like this, and he couldn't help but glance at him.

"Senior brother, you tell people about your shortcomings, you can't make good wine in your life, hum. ”

Songguo was about to refute when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

"Pinguoer, don't chop firewood, don't you clear the stove, is it very idle lately?"

"Master, you're back!"

"Master!"

Songguo and Songzhier looked up in surprise, the master went out to deliver wine this time, and finally came back.

The chai door was pushed open, and the indifferent woman who passed by Li Village to sell wine that day walked in, looked at her two apprentices, and finally had a smile.

The woman swayed into the yard, kicked the firewood door of the yard, walked to Songzhi'er and touched her head dotingly, and also reached out to twist a handful from the jar, and whispered:

"Shhh, as long as the amount of wine is not bad at all, don't tell your senior brother that that kid can't eat enough. ”

"Master, I've heard it all, and you're partial to your junior sister. ”

"I bought candied fruit from Granny Wang's house in the town. ”

After the woman finished speaking, she hiccuped and swayed into the house, and the pine cones stuck out her tongue and obediently went to the back of the house and chopped firewood, well, for preserves.

Song Zhi'er reluctantly picked up the stone pestle, and the master was afraid that he would have come back a long time ago, but he went to the restaurant of Old Man Li's house to drink again.

I think that the master treated her and her brother very well back then, not only teaching them to make wine, but also often following the master to various places to gain knowledge.

Even if the wine made by the master himself was extremely bitter again and again, he only frowned, at most, he would be locked in the room and sulk for a long time.

It wasn't until three years ago that Master went to Beijing to deliver wine to Tianfu Restaurant in Beijing, and after he came back, he became like he had lost his soul, and even the wine in the wine cellar was cut off during that time.

Since then, Master has often been drunk, and as soon as he tastes his bitter wine, he will run out and drink very fiercely, and every once in a while he will ask her and his brother to pay and help him back, and every time he goes out to deliver wine, he is always alone, and he never brings her and his brother with him again.

Shaking their heads, the two siblings looked at each other and stuck out their tongues.

"Senior sister, I smell the smell of spicy earth shochu on Master's body. Songguo said secretly.

"As you say, you can go to the town in a while to see if Master is taking credit again. "The pine branch chews on the osmanthus.

Songguo'er was stunned: "Didn't Master just come back from sending wine, how could there be no money on him?"

Song Zhi'er rolled her eyes: "Master can't do anything after drinking too much......

Boom! The stick that smashed the sake lees flew out of the house and hit Pinecone's foot, causing him to jump in pain.

"Master!

In the evening, the master and apprentice set up a table under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and the woman went out and brought back a lot of good things.

The two brothers and sisters were about to move the chopsticks, when they heard a knock on the firewood door, and a little Taoist boy gently knocked on the firewood door, obviously pulling it open, but it had to be knocked lightly.

The woman glanced at her in a daze, and met Xiao Daotong's eyes, Xiao Daotong's face turned red and lowered his head.

"Songguo'er, tell him that he is out of wine, and he will come back in half a month. ”

Songguo'er took the order and ran outside the chaimen: "Buy wine?"

"Hmm. ”

"My master said no, I will come back in half a month. ”

"Oh. ”

Xiao Daotong turned around to leave, but was secretly pulled by Songguo'er.

"Let me ask you, what about your senior brother?"

"Senior brother is not on the mountain. ”

"Pinecone?"

The urging voice came from behind, and Songguo'er broke out in a cold sweat behind her back, drove away the little Taoist boy, and obediently ran back to the table.

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Li Village, Li Qinghe stood up and gave a disciple salute to Mr. Chen in the school.

Mr. Chen nodded: "Qinghe, from today onwards, the weak crown is an adult, have you thought about your words?"

"Table?"

"Haven't thought about ......it yet?"

"Mr. Chen's words!"

"I remember you said that your father always wanted a big river in Qiling County, so he named you a clear river, huh...... Since your father is a soldier on the battlefield, how about I call it 'Nanhua'?"

Mr. Chen looked at Li Qinghe with a smile, waiting for his meaning.

"South China...... Li Qinghe, the word Nanhua. Li Qinghe smiled, "Mr. Xie Chen." ”

"Well, go back, whether to participate in the imperial examination or not, you decide for yourself, although you have not stepped into the school, but you have not left anything in this book. ”

After Li Qinghe left, Mr. Chen was stunned for a while, then turned around and held the table with both hands, the joints of his fingers turned white.

After a long time, he straightened up and pulled out a note from the Analects in his hand.

"The word Nanhua. ”