The little mute woke up, it was noon the next day, opened a little hazy sleepy eyes, and was tightly tucked by the horns, which is very rare for the little mute who has not slept peacefully for a long time, and has not slept so steadily for a long time in the days of trekking through mountains and rivers.

After tidying up the bed, the little mute opened the door and walked out, when he climbed into the bed, he had no memory at all, only vaguely remembered that the stars chatting with Qingshan last night were dim, and the sky was shining.

As soon as he stepped out of the door half a step, he pretended to be full of Qingshan who was walking towards him.

"Yo, I'm up, I'm about to call you to dinner." Aoyama yawned as he spoke, apparently waking up to his own sleep.

"Where's my master?"

"Oh, I don't know, I should stay with my ancestor."

The little mute nodded, and Aoyama led the way, following him.

However, this guy Aoyama walks fast and slow, and he almost stepped on his heel several times, but Aoyama didn't pay attention, just walked with his head held high.

When they came to the kitchen, the charcoal under the stove was still burning, it should be the meal that Senior Brother Qingfeng left for them, uncover the wooden cover, two side dishes, one meat and one vegetable.

A small low square table was brought and the meal was served, and the two of them squatted down to eat.

The dish is very simple, a plate of clear water cabbage, a plate of salted bacon.

The little mute was just about to move his chopsticks, but was stopped by Qingshan: "Wait a minute, I'll go and take a sample." ”

The little mute put down his chopsticks and stared at Qingshan who stood up, he chose between several jars in the corner, and shook it from time to time.

"yes, that's it." Qingshan picked up an altar, looked at the little mute and said excitedly.

Seeing the muffled sound made when Qingshan ran over and put the jar on the table, the little mute was curious about what was in this large jar, and asked, "What's in here?" ”

"Wine! This is my master's treasure. Aoyama was smiling, obviously planning for a long time for this jar of wine.

The little mute frowned: "What do you do with it, I don't know how to drink." ”

"Which sword immortal have you ever seen who doesn't drink? You are a sword practitioner, so naturally you have to learn to drink! Aoyama said as a matter of course, wanting to dispel the little mute's concerns.

"Is that the reason?" The little mute will be suspicious, he is still young, and he is only eleven after the New Year, does he have to discuss with the master first if he wants to drink?

"I really haven't seen the world, when ordinary children are as old as you, they don't know how many tricks they can play with the wine order, and you can see that your master drinks like drinking water. And, ah, there is an unwritten rule in our country: if you can drink, you can hold a sword. Qingshan patted his chest as a reassurance, which completely dispelled the little mute's concerns.

In fact, the little mute is also very curious about wine, and he listened to the most mentioned things along the way with the master, except for the sword, which is this wine, but he has never dared to ask the master for a bowl to taste, and now it is not bad to take this opportunity to try it.

Seeing that the little mute didn't speak, Qingshan struck while the iron was hot and hurriedly unsealed the mud, and a rich aroma of wine came to his face, and the little mute couldn't help but get close and sniff.

"How? Incense it! Bring your bowl over. After Aoyama held the wine jar and poured it for the little mute, he also filled it for himself.

Aoyama picked up the bowl, raised it to the little mute, and took a small sip.

Which little mute has never seen anyone in a restaurant who discards a cup and uses a bowl is a booze, so he learned from those high-rollers to pick up the wine bowl and drink it all.

As soon as I entered the cold wine, I just felt that the wine was full of aroma, and when it could be smoothed from my throat to my stomach, I really felt that what I was swallowing was wine, and it was clearly a fire.

After a bowl of wine, the little mute sat still for a long time, and even breathed hard, and his face flushed from his neck to his forehead.

This can make Qingshan look stupid, how can anyone drink like this for the first time? He hurriedly shouted to the little mute: "Brother Mao, no, why did you do it directly?" ”

The little mute was already a little drunk, and said in a loud voice: "Shouldn't all drinking like this?" How long do we have to drink like this? ”

Heh, Qingshan saw that he was despised by a young man who was a few years younger than him, and his temper also came up.

He picked up the wine bowl, stared at the little mute, and grunted the bowl in his hand: "Okay, then drink like this!" ”

The two of them served the food, hugged the bowl and drank heavily, and after a while, the wine jar had already bottomed out.

The little mute, whose face was flushed, lifted the wine jar above his head, looked at the empty wine jar, and said in a daze: "Alas, what about the wine? ”

It turned out that it had already entered his stomach, and when he drank the wine, it seemed that his stomach was full, and those sorrowful things were squeezed into his throat, and it was very uncomfortable if he didn't spit it out.

"Once upon a time, after I lost my parents, I just wanted to find an errand to support myself. Then, I met my master, at that time I thought very simply, just follow the master to keep my own one-third of an acre, knowing what kind of person the master is, and the mission behind him, I am still ignorant, I always feel that I can't help much, now I follow the master to travel, looking back, it turns out that I have gone so far, but I always feel that I am a burden to the master, what should I do in the future? The little mute spoke, already with teary eyes, lying on the wooden table with his eyes wide open.

"Who isn't, when I think of the ancestor is so old, I am still worried about our Qingcheng Mountain, when I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly, so that I could share the worries of the master, but now I am also over seventeen, and I am an adult, but I still can't help. The master is closed, the senior brother and the master uncle have the same temperament, too short, but not suitable for presiding over the overall situation, the little uncle is too young, and the two above me are also two martial idiots. Qingshan, who is usually very aggressive, is also infected by the little mute at this moment, telling the unknown secrets that he has been suppressing in his heart.

"Alas!" The two sighed in unison, then looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The sorrows of young men come and go quickly.

Outside the door, the old blind man, who had been here for a long time, did not push the door in, but listened quietly for a long time.

The old blind man's face was as usual, and he stood motionless, a little distracted.

"I must become a great swordsman like my master in the future, and when I help my master do his job well, I will take my master to look around."

"Then I will become a Taoist priest who stands up to the sky and the earth in the future, and many people will come up to the mountain to ask for a sign in the future, and at that time, the ancestor will definitely smile every day."

"I'll ...... later"

There was already a sound of snoring inside the door, and the drunken two fell asleep with the hope of the future.

Outside the door, the old Taoist priest also came quietly and patted the old blind man on the shoulder.

It was a cold winter day, and a gust of east wind blew, blowing the robes of the two people violently.

The Tao is enough to forget the spring of things, and the will is enough to rise and fall in one breath.

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