Su Yan didn't want to stay in the inn anymore, and the movement here had already alarmed a lot of people.

Turning back into the house, he gently picked up Yun Yiyi, leaving a silver ingot as the cost of repairing the damaged roof of the inn, and disappeared into the night along with the carriage before the patrolling soldiers arrived.

He decided to rush to the town that Qingniu said overnight to find a man named Mu Sheng.

The city gate has been closed, but these are naturally difficult for Su Yan.

The night was as thick as ink, and Su Yan appeared outside the city, and no one could see a person and a car rushing towards the distance.

The night passed.

The day passed.

A small town appears ahead in the twilight.

The town is right on the edge of the post road.

The town is really small, smaller than the town at the foot of the green hills, and there are dozens of families living in it.

As soon as it got dark, the streets of the town were devoid of pedestrians.

Quietly, no smoke rose, and no country women were seen shouting for their men or children to eat.

There is an eerie atmosphere in the silence of the whole town.

There is a tavern in the town, which is open in the town, and only sells wine, and does not go well with any food, and if the guests need to bring their own food, the owner of the tavern will not say anything.

Strange town, strange tavern, strange owner.

There were a few oil lamps lit on the wooden table in the shop, and the lights were as bright as beans and hazy.

There are a few tables of people sitting in the store, and there are three middle-aged men sitting at one table, one of whom has a long scar on his forehead, and the scar is obliquely pulled from the left hairline to the right eyebrow corner, just missing the eyes.

The roughness of the big man, and the scar on his forehead added a bit of fierceness and hideousness.

Dahan is the only butcher in the town, and people call him butcher, as for the original name, there may be, but people have forgotten it.

The butcher runs the only butcher's shop, and every day after the stall closes, he comes to the tavern to drink several large bowls of soju.

The other two were also residents of the town, and they often drank with the butcher.

There was only one person sitting at the other table.

This man was wearing a bright colorful dress on the top and a pair of red pants on the bottom, which looked like a singing opera on the stage, and he had no name, and the people in the town called him Xizi.

The actor loves to sing, and he sings alone on the empty ground of the town for a long time, without supporting roles and drum groups, he is the only one, no one understands what he sings, but the tone is weird but melodious, and the movements are exaggerated, so people who don't understand will also be amused by his exaggerated movements.

The actor can't tell his age, and at a glance, his face, which is often painted with thick white powder, looks very young, but if he looks closely, he reveals a rotten taste all over his body.

Like the rotten wood in the gutter.

The actor loves to drink, and like the butcher, unlike the butcher, he has a delicate wine glass in front of him, unlike the coarse porcelain bowl in front of the butcher.

The wine glass was brought by himself, the wine glass was not big, and the wine in it was just enough for a sip, so the actor often drank the wine in one gulp, and then lifted the wine urn to fill it. The opening of the wine urn is too large and the mouth of the wine glass is too small, so the opera often spills the wine on the wooden table or the glass is full and overflowing.

At this time, the actor will wipe the wine from the table with his wide sleeves.

The owner of the tavern did not pay any attention to this, as long as the guests bought his wine and gave enough silver, it had nothing to do with him whether the wine was drunk or poured out.

There is no awareness that a wine lover should cherish wine.

Because sake is the cheapest way to burn knives.

The butcher and the playboy met every day in the tavern, but no one had ever seen them greet each other, not even make eye contact.

The butcher and the man at his table had already drunk three urns of wine in a row, they were just drinking, and there was nothing on the table except urns and bowls.

There was a plate of peanuts on the table of the play, he drank a sip of wine and ate a peanut, he just ate two peanuts, and just drank three cups, one cup at a time, to be precise, he drank three sips, when the play poured the third glass of wine into his mouth, he closed his eyes and smashed his thin lips, and he tasted it for a long time and was intoxicated for a long time.

He drank the cheap burnt knife into the most precious wine in the world.

His hand reached for the peanut on the table plate, his third.

The curtain of the tavern door was suddenly lifted from the outside, and a gust of wind blew in with the curtain opened, causing the oil lamp on the wooden table to sway, and it was indefinite.

A group of four people walked in, led by an old man with a white beard, wearing a robe and a long sword at his waist.

The old man was slightly surprised when he saw the drama and the butcher, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, he was a great cultivator, although he felt that the drama and the butcher were weird, but he didn't take it too seriously.

The old man walked straight to an empty table and sat down, followed by the other three people who sat to the right, right, and below the old man.

"Boss, if you have something to eat, pick something and bring it up," one of the young men shouted.

"The shop only sells alcohol, not food. The owner of the tavern was also an old man, with overlapping wrinkles on his face, and he was fiddling with those wine urns on the counter, and when he saw the guests coming, he did not look up and said.

Seeing the cold attitude of the tavern owner, the young man who spoke became a little angry, "If you don't sell food, what kind of tavern do you open? What we have is silver, but we are afraid that we will not be able to repay the debt." ”

"The shop is a tavern, so naturally it only sells alcohol, but you are in the wrong place when you want to eat. The boss finally stopped what he was doing, looked at the newcomers and said lukewarmly.

The young man was still about to speak, but was stopped by the old man in the lead: "Then trouble the boss to bring two urns of wine." ”

The tavern owner carried two urns of wine on the table with a 'bang', "One tael of silver." Still lukewarm.

The young man frowned and said, "If we don't bring a wine glass, how can we drink." ”

The boss took four more coarse porcelain bowls according to his words, "Eight coins of silver." ”

"What? Wine bowls still charge money?" The young man finally couldn't help it, stretched out his palms and slapped the wooden table, and with a "bang" sound, the four wine bowls jumped up neatly, and they were quietly suspended from the tabletop, and they did not fall.

It's like there's a transparent invisible tray underneath.

The young man showed his hand and continued:

"First, your wine is not worth a tael of silver, and second, why is there a wine cup in front of him? Third, four wine bowls will cost us eight pieces of silver, and your bowl cannot be made of gold. The young man said coldly with a finger, his eyes full of murderous intent.

The boss seemed to be frightened, and muttered, "Little shop...... Store...... Small business, if you come every day like them, you will naturally not be able to receive such an expensive one," said this, he felt reasonable, and his words became smooth: "The wine glass in front of him was brought by himself, if you dislike the wine bowl is not good, you can also bring the wine utensils yourself, the wine bowl to collect money, but it has always been the rule of the store." ”

The butcher's table didn't seem to be able to see the dispute here, and the other three were still drinking bowl by bowl, and no one spoke.

Listening to the man here talk about his wine glass, he retracted his hand stretched out to the third peanut, sighed, and picked up the empty wine glass in front of him, the mouth of the glass was down, and the bottom of the glass was facing up, and something strange happened, there was wine flowing out of the originally empty wine glass.

The wine flows onto the wooden table, forming a thin line between the rim and the tabletop.

The hand holding the cup kept moving in the air above, so the line also kept moving, and the wine flowed to the table and did not disperse, and a pattern appeared on the table with the movement of the wine glass.

The lines of the pattern are twisting and winding, which is not only like a picture with strange lines, but also like an obscure ancient character.

The young man saw that the actor showed his hand, and stood there in a daze, the vitality holding the wine bowl dissipated uncontrollably between heaven and earth, and the wine bowl fell on the wooden table with a thud, and one of them spun and was about to fall to the ground.

The old man in the lead saw that the wine bowl had reached the edge of the wooden table, and the wide sleeves of his shirt were automatic without wind, and a vitality invisible to the naked eye shot out.

Then, the wine bowl stopped.

The old man walked to the wooden table of the play, and with a fold of his hands, his sleeves hanging down to the ground.

He actually saluted the play, calmly and seriously.

"Mingyue Xuan Xiao Baishan has seen Your Excellency, and I dare to ask Your Excellency where your Immortal Township is. ”

It turned out that the old man was actually Xiao Baishan, the great elder of Mingyue Xuan, one of the few great cultivation powerhouses on the mainland.

It is said that there is no moment.

The reason why he saluted was because he knew that the hand of the actor who poured out the wine from the empty wine glass to write or draw pictures already involved the laws of space, and those who could mobilize the laws could only be unruly.

Besides, isn't it true that scholars are not undecency?

He didn't ask the name of the play, because there are only a few people in the world, as long as he knows where the play comes from, he will naturally know who the play is.

Dress up, none of these really represent a person.

The actor sighed, as if he was a little disappointed, and in the face of Xiao Baishan, he neither returned the salute nor got up, but still sat on the bench motionless: "Of course the actor lives in the troupe. ”

The actor's eyes are gray, there is no change in time, there is only an empty gray: "If you ask me where the troupe is, too long has passed, and I can't remember it." ”

Seeing that the Great Elder came forward, the young man of Ming Yuexuan was bold and shouted, "The Great Elder asked you something, why don't you answer quickly, what are you doing there." ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, the scenery in front of him changed, where was there a small town at this time, where was a tavern, surrounded by a wasteland, and a few sparse green plants dotted with fans seemed to have been gnawed by something, most of them left only rhizomes.

Huge strange birds flew in the sky, some of them spewed flames from their mouths, some of them spit flames from their mouths, and farther away two giants as tall as mountains were fighting there, and the big fists of the boulders hit the mountain-like bodies with a thunderous roar.

He also saw ants as tall as him running on the ground, their hard feet sparking sparks on the stones, and a stubborn stone the size of a human head was easily cut in half.

He is here to be as small as an ant.

It's a world that's been magnified countless times.

What's more, he had forgotten his identity as the core disciple of Mingyue Xuan's inner sect, he didn't know who he was and how he was here