Chapter 201 The Only Wine Shop

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When Shouichi was not the shopkeeper and associate of a wine shop, he was a swordsman, a swordsman from a small country called Song on the edge of the South China Sea. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was just an ordinary and ordinary swordsman, he didn't know how to practice, he could only play two-handed sword styles, but he vowed to see all the swordsmanship in the world, including the swords of those who practiced.

Later, he passed through a small city south of Dayin, called Hancheng, and met this butcher who could kill pigs, and he had never seen a butcher who could use the knife in his hand so smoothly, or directly.

So, he met the butcher and became friends.

Shouyi looked at the butcher who was drunk and asleep, and couldn't help but think that the butcher was also drunk that day, and finished talking to himself about the knife used to kill pigs and the body structure of the cow.

The butcher was still like that, drunk and always liked to talk a lot, which was somewhat similar to a lazy general whom even he had heard of.

Later, Shouyi also saw many people's swords, or swords, in Lin'an City.

Even some cultivators have swords in their hands that can split bluestone slabs.

He still didn't feel satisfied, he always felt that something was missing.

So he came further north, and he wanted to see the swords and knives of the warriors of the wasteland.

It was the same that day, the sky was full of yellow sand.

This is a long road covered by yellow sand.

So, he saw the only liquor store, and one liquor shop was in his name.

There was also a man inside, who was the shopkeeper of a liquor store.

Later, he stayed.

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"Why is there only one thing here?"

Shouyi's eyes weren't as bright as they are now, and he wasn't used to the yellow sand here, and his squinted eyes looked at the shopkeeper who didn't drink alcohol or tea, but was just there to clean up the yellow sand on the table.

But where can the yellow sand be cleaned up?

The only chair that the shopkeeper had just wiped was covered with a yellow veil.

"Because the name of this wine shop is called one, one, one, how good. ”

The shopkeeper replied.

Shouyi was silent, but the shopkeeper asked.

"Where are you from?" "......"

"What's your name?" "......"

Shouichi was only here to see the sword, but he couldn't find the sword here, and he couldn't find the sword, so he had to go further north.

At that time, Shouyi also carried a Qingfeng sword on his back.

It was also from that day that the sword on Shouichi's back was gone.

Shouichi just felt a light on his back, and the sword was gone.

Shouichi looked back at the shopkeeper who was still wiping the table seriously.

"Where's the sword?"

"Guess?"

The shopkeeper blinked, and his eyes, which were originally a little ordinary, turned out to be a little more cheerful and clean as a teenager.

"What's your name?"

“...... Shouyi. ”

"Good name, do you drink?"

"Don't drink it. ”

"Okay, okay, okay, then you can stay and help watch this wine shop. ”

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Shouichi stayed.

Guarding the only wine shop on the yellow sand road, there is a table, a bench, a well, and countless wine gourds.

He finally understood why everything in a liquor store was one thing.

"Why do you only sell one gourd of wine a day?"

"Because a gourd of wine will be precious. ”

The only way is the best way, the only way is the best way, the only well is the best well, the only wine is the best wine, and the only person is the best person.

So, the only wine store is the best wine store.

Shouichi went from being a boy who wanted to see all the swords in the world to the shopkeeper of one of the best liquor stores in the world.

Shouichi still hasn't found the sword, he seems to have forgotten his ideal of wanting to see all the swords, he just wants to keep this wine shop.

And find the sword.

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Shouyi looked at the yellow sandstorm that did not dissipate, and then glanced at the table full of empty gourds. A layer of yellow sand has been attached to the gourd.

Shouichi picked up the rag and wiped the gourd.

Boom.

There was a clear sound.

Keep a look.

It was the sound of a bluestone falling on the yellow sand, and the bluestone fell out of the drunken butcher's arms.

He crouched down and picked up the bluestone like a rag.

The bluestone is not big, only the size of a palm, but it is extremely smooth.

Mamoru is a little familiar with such smoothness.

He also has such a bluestone in his room for sharpening knives.

It's just that Shouyi still noticed the difference in this bluestone.

The drunken butcher snored, Shouichi looked carefully at the bluestone in his hand, casually threw the rag aside, and some rough fingers ran across the smooth surface of the bluestone.

It's just that Shouichi's brow is not so smooth.

"Where's the wine......?" the butcher muttered, scratching around, but all he caught was some empty wine gourd, and his drunken eyes fell on him again.

"I'll tell you secretly, this bluestone is not small. The butcher didn't know whether he was sober or talking nonsense, and pointed to the bluestone in his hand and said.

Then he said with a smile.

"If you sell me another gourd wine, I'll tell you where it came from. ”

The butcher rubbed his hands together and motioned for Shouichi to bring the wine.

Shouichi glanced at the butcher angrily and threw Aoshi back into his arms.

Continue to pick up the rag and continue to wipe the wine gourd by yourself.

The butcher didn't get angry when he saw that he couldn't drink the wine, but he just laughed and talked about the origin of the bluestone.

"This bluestone, but it has been washed by a river from the sky for hundreds of years, and then it has been turned into a magical stone by a master outside the world, saying that if you keep carrying it on your body, it will bring people infinite power. ”

Shouichi was still carefully scrubbing the wine gourd in his hand, and he didn't want to pay attention to this drunk, who was obviously a little delirious.

Along with the bluestone, he chose not to pay attention to it.

The butcher of "......" still found it bored after all, and did not say any more drunken nonsense.

"Well, it's just an ordinary stone, a whetstone. The butcher still wanted to drink, shaking the empty gourds to see if he could find any leftovers.

It's a pity that there is nothing.

Shouichi thought of something.

"There is something unusual about this stone. ”

Shouyi was still wiping the wine gourd in his hand as he spoke, but his eyes fell on the bluestone.

"What's unusual, you kid didn't stay in this yellow sand and be blown full of mud and sand, and his eyes were spent. ”

Shouyi's very bright and clean eyes still fell on the bluestone.

"You don't know where to throw your sword, what else do you want to pretend to be a master of the world?"

The butcher still disdainful.

Shouichi naturally pretended not to hear such nonsense, and just continued to talk about the unusual bluestone.

"There is a lot of killing intent on this bluestone, either the sharpened knife is a blood-stained knife, or the person who sharpens the knife ......"

"This is just an ordinary whetstone, even if there is killing intent, it may still come from those domestic pigs and bison who were killed by the butcher's knife, my whetstone should be full of killing intent. ”

The butcher didn't believe it, and laughed, he didn't bring back this stone because of any killing intent, to be precise, it should be that the butcher saw the appearance of another butcher sharpening his knife from this bluestone, if there is really any breath, it should be the so-called breath of life.

The butcher wants to bring it to Lin'an, and it is exactly that kind of breath of life.

When Shouichi saw that the butcher didn't believe him, he still warned him.

"In short, those killing intent is not the killing intent left by killing pigs and cattle, but the killing intent of killing, it's just that there is only killing intent left on this bluestone, but there is no murderous intent, and there is no blood, which is still a little strange. ”

There is no blood, only that the knife sharpened on this whetstone has never been stained with blood.

"Or, what other bloody story has this bluestone witnessed when a young man sharpened his knife and took revenge on the rich man?"

That's the story that exists in the book, and it's also a story that can only be heard in the teahouse.

Stories can only be heard, not taken seriously.

Shouichi continued to wipe the wine gourd.

When he turned back again, he saw that the butcher had fallen down again, and Qingshi returned to the butcher's arms.

Shou Yi smiled and stopped talking.

The yellow sand is flying.

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Good Luck Gentlemen, Chapter 1.