Everyone in the town knows that there is a woman who loves to drink at the foot of the mountain next to the town, and she takes two apprentices to make wine all day long.

The woman's osmanthus wine is always bitter, but when mixed with other wines, it can make other wines not only more intense, but also have a special aroma.

Therefore, the taverns in the town often ask her to order wine, and even some big restaurants in the distance will go to Qingcheng Mountain to order here, sometimes it is the Taoist priest on the mountain who travels by the way, but most of them are still the woman in white clothes running around on the road.

Songguo'er began to pour yesterday's wine lees early in the morning, and five or six Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain outside the door were already waiting for a cup of tea.

A few of them looked a little impatient, and kept fiddling with the osmanthus trees planted outside the door with the hilts of their swords, and the young man in the lead stepped forward again after a few reprimands.

"Songguo'er, when will your master wake up, it's already halfway past this hour. ”

It was Liu Yuchuan who asked in Taihe Mountain two months ago, the eldest disciple of the Zigong Zhenren of Qingcheng Mountain, who spoke.

That day, he was speechless when Li Qinghe woke up drunk, so he had to run back to Qingcheng Mountain in a gloomy manner.

It seemed that knowing that this would be the result, Zigong Zhenren did not blame this disciple he liked the most, but just let him continue to stay on the mountain to practice, and he would not be allowed to go down the mountain without breaking the blind pivot.

Liu Yuchuan knew in his heart that once he broke through the mirror and entered the blind hub, he would inevitably have to go to Taihe Mountain.

Back then, Tanglin Sword Immortal was famous for stepping on the face of Qingcheng Mountain, this matter has always been a dead knot in the master's heart, he was pressed by Taihe Mountain Cui Lao Dao, and in the end, the apprentice ran over and slapped his face again, this revenge is not good.

Although more than ten years have passed, Tanglin Sword Immortal also passed away a few months ago, in the words of some internal schools of Confucianism: the revenge of the tenth generation can still be avenged.

"Daochang Liu, you still don't know my master after so many times, wait a ......"

Before Songguo'er finished speaking, she came out of the house in white and went straight to the wine cellar, and Liu Yuchuan on the side also hurriedly followed.

Songzhi'er also walked out and sat next to Songguo'er with his hand and face dragging.

"Senior brother, do you think Daochang Liu has a chance?"

"What's the chance? Qingchengshan doesn't even let you drink, besides, the master hates cultivators the most, when did you see Liu Daochang have a good face?"

"What kind of good face can Master have when he is not drunk in the past few years?"

"Can Master come out to see them when hey, hehe, I'll still help Liu Daochang carry the bar, and by the way, I'll teach you some martial arts." ”

Song Zhi'er looked at Song Guo'er who was walking away and shook her head, the senior brother treated her very well, she was bullied when she was a child, and the senior brother always stood up and beat herself.

When I grew up, my brother pestered my master to learn martial arts, although my master said she wouldn't, but my brother didn't believe it, and my brother felt that my master had been dressed so ostentatiously for so many years, and it was impossible to have no martial arts on the road.

Later, Liu Daochang came, Liu Yuchuan is the eldest disciple of Qingcheng Mountain's generation, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Yan Ru Shunhua, and he is also quite famous in the rivers and lakes.

He always brought his junior brother here to buy wine, and after getting acquainted, the senior brother often pestered Liu Daochang to teach him martial arts, and Liu Daochang had no choice but to point out a move and a half, but Song Zhier always felt that his senior brother might still not be able to let go of anything in his heart.

They buy wine very frequently, and the Taoist priests will not drink heavily, but I heard that there are a few 'wine fairy mushrooms' planted in the Taoist temple on the mountain, which is very effective in saving people and curing diseases.

Especially in the courtyard of the sect, there is a nine-colored golden lotus, which is said to be able to live the flesh and bones of the dead with just one leaf.

The nine-colored golden lotus is to be watered with fine wine, and the Taoist priests did not know when they found out that although the wine brewed by the master could not be drunk, it was indeed exceptionally good for raising wine Xianzhi, just like applying fertilizer.

Liu Daochang's liking for Master is something she and her brother both know, but they also know that Master doesn't like him.

Although I don't know if the master's face is black every time he sees him has something to do with this, Song Zhi'er thinks that if he changes to himself, he must not be in a good mood to water the flowers with the wine he has worked so hard to brew, but the master still sells it, who makes the incense money more.

Song Zhi'er tilted her head and thought about it, as if the master was not like this before, and he saw that Liu Daochang was not so repulsive to people thousands of miles away.

I remember that the senior brother once met Liu Daochang in the town, and Liu Daochang said that he liked to drink Master's wine very much, so he would buy more and bring it to the mountains every time.

Later, every time the senior brother mentioned that conversation, he would roll his eyes, saying that someone liked to drink the wine brewed by the master, and that was the hell.

He thought that Liu Michicho might also be close to him, thinking that the wine could be cheaper.

Later, when the master heard about this, he was furious and cut off the supply of osmanthus wine on the mountain for a long time, and it was an elder of Liu Daochang who came down and said something to the master, so the master was willing to continue selling wine.

It's just that the number has decreased a lot, and since then, Master's face has turned terrifyingly black every time he sees Liu Daochang.

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Half a month has passed, Songguoer is still batching firewood behind the house, Songzhier is still pounding osmanthus under the tree, and the Taoist priest on the mountain has moved away a batch of osmanthus wine.

Liu Yuchuan always found various reasons to see the woman in white, and during this period, Song Zhi'er learned that Liu Daochang really drank her master's wine.

It was a breeze again, and Song Zhi'er subconsciously wanted to twist a little osmanthus, but found that the jar was empty.

Thinking that several orders of business have been pushed by the master recently, and the stove has not been up for a few days, he turned around and secretly glanced at the master who was packing up his things in the house, and it seemed that he had really made up his mind to move out this time.

Songguoer felt that this matter had nothing to do with Liu Daochang, so he had already crossed the mountain road of Qingcheng Mountain yesterday.

The Taoist priest who guarded the mountain said that Liu Dao Chang was sick and could not let him go up the mountain, so Songguo'er sat alone in the mountain pass for two hours, and when the sun set, he came back alone and chopped firewood behind the house for most of the night.

Song Zhi'er smashed the osmanthus in the jar at will, stood up and wanted to remind the senior brother, thinking that he couldn't use up the firewood after chopping so much firewood, and he couldn't carry the firewood on his back.

When I turned around, I happened to see the master standing at the door and looking out at some point, and Song Zhi'er also looked at it, it was the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Songzhi'er, Songguo'er, you two also pack up, let's leave after noon." ”

Songguo'er walked out, Songzhi'er looked at his cramped appearance and knew that he had something to say, so she reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes, and the two had to agree in a muffled voice.

As soon as noon passed, the day was not very hot, the three of them stood in the courtyard and looked around, Songguoer thought that she and her sister had lived here for eight years, but the master did not know how long she had been here.

Song Zhi'er saw that he had only brought some fine softness, the senior brother had brought his axe for chopping wood in addition to his clothes, and the master had only brought a jar of wine.

The three of them stood for a cup of tea, and when they turned to leave, a sword was stuck in the center of the wood door, and the somewhat lazy voice of Liu Daochang came from the room behind them.

"I know you don't like me, you just want to avoid me, am I a tiger and leopard, a jackal, or a femme fatale?"

"I'm here for your good. ”

"It's better for you to leave or stay, I won't see you after today, but can I drink the wine you brewed again?"

"There were several altars in the house. ”

"You're... No... Pour me a glass yourself?"

Hearing this, even Song Zhi'er heard the problem, when did Liu Dao Chang practice martial arts and cultivators be so weak in Zhongqi.

Songguo'er remembered the evil disease that the Taoist priest had said yesterday, and was about to rush in with a frown.

The woman in white stopped him with one hand, handed him the wine jar in her hand, and commanded, "None of you are allowed to enter." ”

As he spoke, he walked into the house alone.

In the blink of an eye, the sun ran from the top of his head to the west, and Songguo'er, who was walking back and forth in the yard, finally didn't hold back, and softly pushed open the door of the house, and Songzhi'er heard the sound of the axe falling and hurriedly ran over.

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Liu Yuchuan died, and he walked away with a smile, still holding the bowl tightly in his hand and the woman in white handed him the bowl.

That day, Songguo also understood that Liu Daochang was indeed suffering from a serious disease, his hand holding the sword was like a withered branch, his face had sunk out of a pit because of emaciation, and the handkerchief he carried with him was stained with coughing up blood.

And Songzhi'er remembered that the master said something very strange that day.

"Do you two know why the osmanthus tree in our yard is so stout, not only because it lives for a long time, but also because it is two trees at all, and the osmanthus used for our wine is the part of the osmanthus in the center of the canopy. ”

Song Zhi'er watched the Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain take away the body of Daoist Liu for the first time, and several of them wanted to draw their swords at the master, but under the gaze of a purple-robed old Taoist, they returned to the mountain gate angrily.

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