When leaving the tavern, the proprietress smiled and said that she would come often when she was free, but Shen Guo did not refuse, and responded with a smile.

In the middle of the night, a cool breeze blows. The lights on the side of the street were still on, and the noise was getting quieter, and Shen Jing walked alone on the long street, letting the breeze blow his hair.

After drinking, Shen Jing felt very awake and did not feel sleepy.

I had nothing to do, and I didn't want to return to the inn, so I planned to wander around the city at will, but I didn't think that I would walk in front of a lake lined with painted boats.

There is a stone tablet by the lake, which is engraved with the word forget worries.

The lake is full of paintings, the lights are beautiful, and standing on the shore of Shen Jing, you can occasionally see the sparse shadows in the painting boat under the candlelight.

Shen Jing walked along the lake, slowly moving forward.

In a painting boat docking, a middle-aged scribe in casual clothes was hunching on the table and waving his pen and ink, and two maidservants were at his side.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice Shen Jing passing by, so after Shen Jing approached, he raised his eyes and glanced towards the lake.

A figure in a green shirt caught his eye, and he was carrying a long sword wrapped in linen behind him, just like a landscape.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man suddenly had an idea in his heart, and wrote down satisfactory words with a stroke of his pen.

After a while, he stopped the pen in his hand, and Shen Jing happened to pass by at this time, so he looked over with a smile and shouted, "Little brother is a swordsman?" ”

Shen Guo stopped when he heard this, turned his head to look at the somewhat eclectic middle-aged man in the painting boat, and nodded.

"It's not a native of Hazy City, is it?" The middle-aged man asked again.

Shen Jing replied slowly: "People from afar." ”

It seemed that he thought the young man was interesting, so the middle-aged man put down his pen and walked out of the table, and the maid on the side immediately put away the ink treasure when he saw this.

The middle-aged man leaned idly on the railing, only a short distance away from Shen Jing. He glanced Shen up and down and then said with a smile: "If the little brother doesn't carry a sword, I would think that he is also a scholar. ”

"The seniors have an overreputation, and they don't know anything about reading."

The middle-aged man laughed when he heard this: "In the past, when I was studying, I didn't seek to be motivated at first, and it wasn't until my family fell into the middle of the road that I realized that I had to study hard to change the fate of my family. I am different from my little brother, for my little brother, to practice a good sword is to read a good book. ”

"The way to practice the sword is also so-so, and I dare not practice the sword well."

The middle-aged man waved his hand when he heard the words and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you're still young, the road is still long, you can take your time." ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little emotional, he stretched out his hand back, and the maidservant immediately put a pot of wine in his hand.

The middle-aged man took the flask and took a sip.

Then, he looked at Shen Jing and said, "Little brother, do you want to take a bite too?" Wine is sorrowful, and it is the most tasteless. ”

Hearing this, Shen Guo patted the gourd on his waist and said, "I also have wine." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at the purple and black gourd on Shen Kuang's waist, and inexplicably felt that the gourd would be good wine, so he changed his approach and asked, "It turns out that he is a fellow practitioner, does this gourd have a name, little brother?" ”

Shen Guo replied: "The store said that the wine tastes light, hence the name sentimental." ”

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he heard this: "But the wine in that pear blossom tavern in the city?" ”

Shen Zheng really didn't pay much attention to the name of the tavern, so he just replied: "I didn't pay much attention to the name of that tavern, I just remember that the shopkeeper was a proprietress . ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded to himself and said, "Yes, yes, in the city."

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There could be no other sentimental wine. ”

Seeing the middle-aged man bowing and pondering, Shen Guo asked, "Do you know the senior and the proprietress?" ”

The middle-aged man came back to his senses when he heard the words and said slowly: "It's an old friend, but they have been separated for many years." ”

After saying that, Shen Jing only heard him chant softly: "When you wake up from a dream, people scatter a lot of sorrows, and a few people are worried in the depths of the pear blossoms." ”

is an old friend, separated for many years, the two are in the same city, but it seems that they will never see each other.

Although Shen Guo didn't ask much, he could faintly feel that this middle-aged man had a little more relationship with the proprietress, and maybe it was also a word of love.

The middle-aged man returned to normal after a moment of melancholy, he looked at Shen Jing and smiled: "Don't disturb the little brother's interest in swimming in the lake, let's go." ”

Shen Kuang hugged his fists when he heard this, and said goodbye to the middle-aged man and left.

After Shen Guo left, the painting boat also slowly drove off the shore, and the shallow sound of silk and bamboo came from the painting boat, but it was not the maid on the side who sang but the middle-aged scribe himself.

I only heard the singing: "Since he left in a hurry that day, it has been sad since the late autumn now." If you want to do a collared shirt to send it. Stop thinking in your heart, and hesitate to pick yourself up. I've never been by my side, and I don't know if you're not as fat or thin as you lately. ”

The middle-aged man sang a little local song, which means bluntly, that the wife misses her distant husband. And at the moment, he sang it, probably to miss a certain girl.

Although he is a man, he sings softly and does not lose to his daughter.

On the Forget Worry Lake, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the tune is continuous.

Shen Jing walked and stopped, and the more he listened, the more he missed the girl he missed in the distance.

Sentimental wine has a little less flavor than Zhimei Zhang, but it is rare to be timely at this time.

Shen Guo held the wine bottle, and while walking, he took a sip of it, the wine was light and the taste was strong, and he drank it all to meet the situation.

After walking a long circle along the Forgotten Worry Lake, seeing all the lake scenery, and the night was already dark, Shen Jing slowly walked in the direction of the inn.

When I returned to the inn, there were no more customers in the lobby on the first floor, and only one and a little two were left leaning on the edge of the counter and napping.

Hearing someone coming in, Xiao Er subconsciously stood up and looked at it sleepily.

Xiao Er really had some impression of the green-shirted guest in front of him, knowing that he had already booked a room, so he just said hello, and didn't ask those nonsense about whether he wanted to stay in the hotel.

Shen Kuang also responded when he heard this, and then he went back to the room, while Xiao Er continued to nap in the lobby.

There is a lot of silver, and the furnishings in the room are naturally better, such as the soft bedding on the bed, and the material is not bad.

On the way back, I drank a lot of wine all the way, with a slight sense of alcohol, and I slept very well this night.

In the early morning of the second day, Shen Jing slept until he woke up naturally, but in fact, it was not too late, only an hour longer than usual.

After washing up as usual, Shen Jing came to the bedside and opened the window.

In the morning, the street was already noisy, and the shouting and selling along the street were endless, and the sound of pedestrians and merchants was incessant.

Such a scene is unprecedented, it doesn't seem noisy, the taste of the market, and Shen seems to like it very much.

Today's breakfast was also eaten in the inn for the convenience of Shen Qian, and it cost a lot of money, and the breakfast was more exquisite than before, in addition to the white porridge and side dishes, there was also a plate of pastries and a small pot of wine.

The style of the pastry is exquisite, and the wine is small, but the taste is extremely good.

After the sun was shining, Shen Jing retreated, and Xiao Er then led the horse over.

Still unhurried on the road, Shen Jing led the horse all the way to the city gate

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On the way, he also happened to meet Jiang Yong, who had already caught a car, and Jiang Yong followed a convoy of people going to Beijing, saving a lot of money.

Because the two of them were not on the same path, Jiang Yong hugged Shen Kuangyao in the car, and said with a smile that if he was in high school in the future, Shen Kuang would definitely go to him when he entered Beijing.

Such kindness Shen Qian did not refuse, and he and Jiang Yong can be regarded as good friends.

All the way to the mountains and rivers, in addition to looking at the scenery, it is not monotonous to meet like-minded friends this journey.

After passing the hazy city, you have to pass through Pingshan City and Qu'er City farther away before you can rush to Lingshan City, although the road is farther, but Shen is not in a hurry, just walk slowly, the time is still long.

The area after the hazy city can be regarded as the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Great Wei Dynasty, so along the way, both small towns and villages have gradually increased, and often you can meet several villages for dozens of miles.

At noon on this day, because the sun was too big, Shen Jing stopped under a big tree outside the village to cool off.

It happened that a small sect on the surrounding mountains came down to recruit disciples, so even under the scorching sun, a large number of people gathered in the open space outside the village. There are surrounding villagers, and there are also people who come here.

In the eyes of secular people, at least they don't have to worry about their livelihood after practicing martial arts, so it is a great gift for poor people to be able to enter the school.

In fact, in the end, they don't really know why, just because they have something to eat, and most of them are like this.

Nowadays, the world is neither good nor bad, and the more this is the case, the more the people at the bottom are trembling, for fear that one day even such a poor day will be gone, so since it is better to find a good way out for their children than to keep one acre and three points of land.

The number of sects that came to recruit disciples was not large, a man and a woman were two elders with a few juniors, and the cultivation of all of them was not high, and the highest cultivation was the Great Perfection of the Vientiane Realm.

It was the first time that Shen Guo had seen the scene of the sect recruiting disciples, and one of the two elders seemed to be touching the roots and bones of every child, this method Shen Jing had heard from the master, but he wouldn't.

If the root bone is suitable, it will be handed over to another elder to continue the investigation, and it is a sect, no matter how big or small, it will have a few hands to watch the house, so as for what method is used, it is unknown.

Shen Guo sat under the big tree, looking at this scene not far away, with great interest.

As for the fellow cultivators, several people in that small sect had naturally noticed the people and horses under the big tree for a long time.

Among them, a young disciple looked at Shen Jing not far away and said slowly: "Senior sister, I heard that there are a lot of people dressed in green shirts like this on the rivers and lakes recently, and they are all learning from the Nanke Sword God, one person and one sword. ”

The woman who was called the senior sister heard this: "Most of them are people who sell their fame and reputation, and the junior brother doesn't need to care." ”

The woman started earlier than this young disciple, and she had seen a lot of big scenes when she traveled south and north with the master, so she was very disdainful of these Jianghu people who liked foxes and fake tigers.

The young disciple has not been a few years old, but his qualifications are excellent, and now he is in the early stage of the Vientiane Realm, and it is not impossible to break through to the Guiyuan Realm in time, and he is deeply loved by the elders of the sect.

Although the young disciple was highly talented, he was never arrogant about it, and he didn't even pay that much attention to his cultivation, but more just found it interesting.

In addition to recruiting disciples, he will actually communicate with other sects when he goes down the mountain with Master this time, and he is here to open his eyes.

The young disciple didn't have any other thoughts about the green shirt, but was more curious, because he felt that this green shirt wanted to match that person.

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