The early morning sun poured into the wine shop, and the old shopkeeper was whistling, teasing the caged finch, and the little finch was as cold as a fairy on the mountain, but the old man was high-spirited, showing off his skills, and whistling numbly.

The boy was diligently cleaning the house, and the already spotless tables and stools were becoming more and more pure, and from time to time he took a breath and wiped his sleeves carefully, and the whole person was full of contentment.

It seems that for the boy who sells wine in the upside-down mountain, packing up a room of things is the greatest happiness in the world.

Chen Ping'an, who was lying on the wine table, woke up slowly, and there was no headache after getting drunk, but the whole person was in a trance, sitting in place blankly, trying to remember what happened last night, but he couldn't remember at all, he only remembered that he promised the couple to drink what Yupu Realm monks rarely drank Forget the Worry Wine, who the couple was, what he talked to them about, when they left, all forgot.

obviously said that it was a forgetful wine, but what did you forget?

Chen Ping'an felt even more sad, and always felt that there was a faint sadness lingering in his heart, lingering.

Just like the sky is bright, a yellow finch stays on the loess window of the ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane, chirping, some disturbing dreams, and reluctant to drive away.

Chen Ping'an looked around and saw the shopkeeper who was working hard, a young man, a leisurely old shopkeeper.

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively, "Checkout?"

The young man who was squatting on the ground and wiping a table leg grinned and did not speak.

The old man smiled and said, "You have drunk a total of four jars of wine, three of which I gave you, and you kid really have to settle the account of the remaining one jar of wine." ”

Chen Ping'an asked, "How much?"

The old man laughed: "Money, if you really want to spend money to buy a jar of yellow sorghum wine, it is a bit much." ”

The young man who was called Xu Jia by the shopkeeper said with a smile: "Last night, there was a rich young master from the Bright Continent, who came here and wanted to buy a jar of forgetful wine to take home, but the shopkeeper was unwilling to sell it, saying that it was not a matter of money, so the young man was stalked, and he had to ask the price, but as soon as he asked the price, he was stupid, and he didn't sit on the steps outside the door in a daze for a whole night, probably not dead yet." ”

Chen Ping'an asked, "Liu Youzhou?"

The old man nodded, "It's this little guy, the future head of the Liu family in the Bright Continent, known as a treasure boy, an abbot, loaded with many magic weapons, because of the Ape Ravage Mansion, the upside down hanging mountain knows the name of this rich young master." Once in the Middle Earth Divine Continent with people to experience, with seven people, encountered a strong enemy, the little guy took out seven high-grade magic weapons in one go, and then made himself like a turtle shell, not to mention the saint's real name character, just the godman Cheng Lu armor wore two, and the other seven people relied on this to smash to death an earth immortal yin thing that was higher than their two realms. ”

Obviously, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, this little guy is worth nagging a few more words, and said with a smile: "Such an interesting little guy, even I almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to give him a bowl of sorghum wine to drink." ”

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, Liu Youzhou must be afraid of death.

Chen Ping'an was a little apprehensive, "Old man, how do you settle the bill?"

The old man thought for a while, "I haven't figured out how to settle accounts for the time being, and I'll look for you when I think about it later." ”

Chen Ping'an's heart suddenly went up and down.

The old man smiled: "It's also possible that I won't be able to remember you after this life, so don't be afraid." ”

Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Ping'an got up and was about to leave the wine shop, when the old man asked, "Boy, there is still a small half jar of yellow sorghum wine left, don't you drink it before leaving?"

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and shook the wine jar, and if there was really a small half of the jar left, he wondered: "Can't you take it away?"

The old man shook his head and said: "If you take it, you won't forget your worries, it's worse than ordinary wine, and it's a ruin of heavenly things, so I advise you not to do such stupid things." This wine is a bit of a small doorway, in fact, the couple will invite you to drink it now, it is a big waste, the later you drink it, the better, but it is difficult to find the best word in the world, you have to get by, it is a good one. ”

Chen Ping'an sat down again and asked curiously: "Isn't it called forgetting worry wine, why does the shopkeeper often say that it is yellow sorghum wine?"

The young man named Xu Jia widened his eyes with a daytime expression, "Don't you know where this is?"

Chen Ping'an became more and more strange, "Isn't it an upside-down hanging mountain?"

Xu Jia grinned and said, "Then you should have heard of the Yellow Sorghum Blessed Land, right?"

Chen Ping'an still shook his head.

The old man helped Chen Ping'an relieve the siege, "It's normal if you don't know, this blessed land is in the same situation as the Lizhu Xiaodongtian in your hometown, and it has been destroyed." ”

Xu Jia hurriedly threw away the rag and said in a hurry: "Shopkeeper, let me tell you next, Miss said that I was very handsome when I talked about this paragraph." ”

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

"Miss is alright!"

Xu Jia coughed, moistened his throat, and said: " Now this blessed land, there is only a little ruins left, in the early years when the blessed land of Huangliang was the most beautiful, the frustrated people in the world have to go to a trip, very lively, beautiful scenery, good wine and dreams, this blessed land has it, and it is guaranteed to be in line with the mind, this is the most rare place, but also to reflect a person's Taoist heart, many of the monks who barely entered the five realms, when they were lucky to break through the realm, they used many secret methods and side doors, so they had to make a special trip to this upside-down hanging mountain shop, first peel off a soul and a soul to stay sober, and then drink a jar of forgotten wine, sincerely revealed, take this opportunity, at a glance, or peel off the cocoon, or check and fill in the gaps......”

Xu Jiazheng said in a low voice, and the old man said impatiently: "Stop, stop! I am not afraid of turning over an old yellow calendar for you." In short, now there is a blessed land of yellow sorghum, and there is only such a big place as our store. ”

Chen Ping'an poured a bowl of wine, looked left and right, and really couldn't link a blessed land with a shop.

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

It is said that the Jiang clan of the Yugui Sect of Tongye Island is also in charge of a cloud cave blessed land.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked, "Old man, I didn't go crazy with alcohol yesterday, did I?

The old man asked rhetorically, "Don't you remember?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

The old man smiled: "You don't remember it yourself, why should I remember it as an outsider?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't refute it and drank silently.

I still can't drink it good or bad.

I just think it's a good entrance.

The old man remembered something, pointed to a wall, and said to Chen Ping'an: "Seeing that there is no wall, anyone who can sit down and drink can go there to write a poem or write a few words." ”

Xu Jia said angrily: "After drinking wine, one is drunk to death, and the rest of his life is born and died in the wine vat, and he has not been able to sober up until he dies, and the other is to be completely sober, see through life, and taste the taste of several lifetimes before his life is over." I think it's going to be very interesting for both of these people to write things, so would you like to give it a try?"

The old man laughed angrily: "You can pull it down, your teeth are going to be soured out by you, you are a big person, you think about learning Ah Liang all day long, you are not too ashamed to panic." ”

Xu Jia said confidently: "Miss likes Ah Liang so much, who do I not learn from him?"

The old man sighed with emotion: "Those who learn from me live, and those who are like me die, you have seen so many drunks and listened to so many drunken words, you can't figure out this point?"

Xu Jia said with a smile: "I learned from Ah Liang, but I didn't learn from you." ”

The old man threw a wine glass over, "You know how to play tricks with me all the time!"

Xu Jia gently took the wine glass, threw it high and returned it to the old man, and quickly trotted to bring a pen to Chen Ping'an, "Leave some thoughts on it." ”

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and said helplessly: "The handwriting I write is very bad." ”

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and said: "Can it be worse than Ah Liang's earthworm climbing? Besides, those world-renowned calligraphers are not the same as being said by their peers to be stone toads, dead snakes hanging branches, military generals embroidering, and old women wearing armor?"

The young man said in a low voice: "I'll be honest with you, no matter how bad any word from anyone on it is, in front of Ah Liang's words, all of them are as beautiful as a fairy! ”

Chen Ping'an still didn't take the brush for the time being, but got up and walked to the wall, looking at it from a distance, it was just a white wall, without any ink treasures, but when he approached the white wall, he found that it was full of poems, chapters and warnings.

A feast for the eyes.

Some people's ink treasure, standing out from the crowd, is a cursive poem, covering a huge area.

Just like a cluster of flowers, the crowd is full of beauty, and only a peerless beauty occupies the scenery.

There is also incompatible handwriting, the most eye-catching, is a crooked line of big characters, even Chen Ping'an feels unbearable, and the content is even more speechless, "When I think of so many girls waiting for me, my conscience hurts a little", the key is that at the end of the text, there is also a ghost drawing a smile and a thumbs up.

There is no doubt that it must be Ah Liang's handwriting, and ordinary people don't have the cheekiness to write these words.

Chen Ping'an couldn't hold back a smile, turned his head and asked, "Old man, do you keep this too?"

The young man who helped to carry the pen on the side said sickly: "First, Ah Liang died shamelessly, and said that he would wipe out a word, and he would pay off a jar of wine, and secondly, my young lady liked this passage very much, and felt that Ah Liang was praising her." My young lady also specially used a jar of yellow sorghum wine to exchange an article with a grandfather of the family, which was specially written about her and Ah Liang...... Shopkeeper, what's it called?

The old man sneered: "Lingering and compassionate. ”

Xu Jia nodded and said, "Yes, in fact, Miss also hinted at the ancestor of that family at that time, the more straightforward and explicit the writing, the better." Later, it was estimated that the man really couldn't put pen to paper, so he wrote more subtly. Miss is very unhappy, this trip away from home, she said that she eloped, one thing is to find trouble with this grandfather, I think he wrote poorly, he is a liar who sells his reputation, and he must spit on him in his face. ”

Chen Ping'an's eyes patrolled around the high wall, and finally lowered his head, and saw a column of small characters in a small corner, the words were still written by Ah Liang, but they were not dazzling.

It's small, there's nothing good in the rivers and lakes, and the wine is okay.

Ah Liang finally smeared a certain word after "small" into a block of ink.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Is it okay to write anything?"

Xu Jia handed over the pen and nodded: "It's okay, as long as it is written in the blank space, anything can be written." ”

The young man didn't forget to remind: "Guest officer, don't write anything about so-and-so visiting here, it's too cheesy, even if it's such a stinky and shameless content as Ah Liang, it's better than visiting here." ”

Chen Ping'an took the pen, suddenly turned around and ran to the wine table, took a big sip of wine, and then returned to the wall, half-squatting to pick up the pen and write a small Qi character behind the "small" word and on the ink block.

Xiao Qi, there is nothing good in the rivers and lakes, so the wine is okay.

The old man quipped: "The words actually don't have any aura, they just talk about rules, but it looks good to stay next to Ah Liang's words." It's called cheating, no, write something elsewhere. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, and began to choose a blank place, but the wall is in the middle of the area, the structure is tight, I really want to see the seams, in fact, it is okay, but I always feel that it will be disrespectful to the predecessors, and the people who dare to write in the middle, most of the words are very good, very charming, Chen Ping'an really did not dare to put down the pen here, so he tried to look at the sides and high or low places, Xu Jia reminded loudly, stretched out his finger and pointed to two places, and there was still a lot of blank, one on the right side of the highest place, and one on the left side of the bottom.

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

Before writing, I remembered so many sword immortals and immortal swords in Jingjian Pavilion.

Therefore, the three characters he wrote were sword qi long.

Xu Jia looked at those three words, decent, really boring, the young man shook his head lightly, disapproving, and couldn't help muttering: "At first glance, I don't read much." ”

The old man rarely echoed the shopkeeper, nodded and smiled: "There is also not enough wine." Hey, Dali boy surnamed Chen, don't be in a hurry, drink a big bowl of wine first, drink happily, write something heartfelt words, it's not as difficult as you think. The three jars of wine you are invited to drink can write three sentences, and there is one last chance. ”

Chen Ping'an had already handed the brush back to Xu Jia, and smiled at the old man: "Don't write it." ”

The old man doesn't care, the immortal is drunk and leaves the ink treasure, it is a trivial matter to ask for a lottery, just the icing on the cake, the young man can not write good words, and now he is not a sword fairy, of course, the old shopkeeper will not be strong.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and asked, "Old man, can I leave this half jar of wine first?" I want to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and drink it after I come back, is it okay?"

Xu Jia shook his head vigorously, "Our wine shop doesn't have such rules, a jar of yellow sorghum wine has been unsealed and the mud seal has been removed, and there is no reason to drink it again when you go out of the door." ”

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "This time, you can." ”

Xu Jia said anxiously: "Why is this?"

The old man put the birdcage in his hand, lay on the counter, and smiled: "I like the term 'remaining', auspicious, festive." ”

After Chen Ping'an stepped out of the threshold of the wine shop, he stumbled, stood still and looked back, where was the wine shop, empty.

In the wine shop where he didn't know where he was, the old man opened the birdcage, and the little yellow finch with a golden beak flew out of the cage, but before it could get close to the words on the wall, it quickly hid back in the birdcage, seeing Xu Jia dumbfounded, the old man thought about it and sighed, "That's it, it's just a young man from a small continent, what if there is a sign of this marriage, in just a hundred years, it doesn't matter whether to check it or not." ”

Xu Jia glared fiercely at the line of words written at the top, the vast majority of people are from top to bottom, the words are in a column, in the past hundred years, after Ah Liang, a female guest not long ago, she is the second guy who writes horizontally, and afterwards scared the little yellow finch fluttering wildly, and finally did not recover for half a day, as if he had a serious illness.

Xu Jia couldn't help but complain: "It's all to blame for the peak martial arts of that female martial god, the momentum is too terrifying!"

The old man's eyes doted, he looked at the poor little yellow finch kindly, and murmured, "I'm sorry for you." ”

There is a pair of strange sparrows in the world, which can peck at the literary luck and the martial arts.

Legend has it that the male finch was captured by Lu Shen, the Taoist master of the first line, and the female finch was raised by the ancestor of the miscellaneous family.

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Chen Ping'an walked in a secluded alley.

Although the wine was drunk in a daze, but after drinking the wine and walking out of the shop, Chen Ping'an suddenly figured out something.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, drank the little osmanthus brew left, and muttered while drinking.

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

Otherwise, when I was in Lizhu Cave Heaven, I said that I would give you the scabbard, how could I pretend to forget this stubble this time?

Chen Ping'an, you are really an unlucky bastard, Miss Ning, where do you like it or not, but whether you hate it or not.

Thinking of this, the young man was happy in the bitterness, and he was a little relieved, this trip to the rivers and lakes was finally not in vain, and he had a lot of heart.

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

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

It's a big deal that after "accidentally" meeting a certain girl in a certain place and at a certain time, Dafang smiled and said hello to her, but between the opening remarks "What a coincidence" and "You are also there", Chen Ping'an was a little unsure which was more suitable.

Chen Ping'an thought very carefully.

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

She wore a dark green robe.