There are two roads to Wanxiang City, and Li Xiu is on the right.

He thought it was just a random thing, but now he sees the sign on the map and realizes that it was intentional.

Bashan City was the sphere of influence of the Shangqing Palace.

Li Xiu came here to see the people of the Shangqing Palace.

Of course it won't be Hua Yuyao, although they can't talk about enemies with this saint of the Shangqing Palace, they don't have much friendship, so the person they want to see on this trip will naturally not be her.

It's Murong Xue.

"Murong Yingjie set up a bureau with his own body, pacified Changlin, and stabilized the rivers and lakes, this is what I owe him. ”

Li Xiu looked at the Bashan city wall in front of him and said softly.

Since that incident, although he has never mentioned it, he admires Murong Yingjie extremely much from his heart, and that kind of admiration is even higher than his respect for Chen Luo.

Liang Xiaodao's face surprisingly did not show frivolity, and it was obvious that his opinion was the same.

Before the Gusu City incident, Murong had entrusted Murong Xue to the people of the Shangqing Palace, before the old sword god and Murong Yingjie died, the strength of Gusu City was still above the Shangqing Palace, Murong Xue was the eldest lady of Gusu City, and the Shangqing Palace naturally had no reason to refuse.

Of course, the Shangqing Palace is not in Bashan City, and it takes ten days to get there.

Whether it is practicing or doing other things, time always passes quietly and gradually, and when they left Chang'an, it was still spring, and now it is the end of summer in the blink of an eye.

Bashan is a small city, although it is the first city in the real sense with the green sea, but the city is not prosperous, but it seems lonely, pedestrians rarely stay in the city, and over time, the original loneliness now seems a little desolate.

There were no dense crowds on the streets, and the rain was blue and white, and the rain dripped down the eaves, and the cracked bluestone and brick walls were full of the smell of time.

It is a small town with a unique taste.

Or maybe it's like this in most small towns, but few people pay attention to it.

Li Xiu and Liang Xiaodao are just newcomers, so they naturally don't know what has happened to Bashan over the years, and what they have experienced to lead to today's desolation.

There are very few pedestrians, and business in the city is not good, and most of the day-to-day work is just barely surplus, and only a few can have some surplus, every year, day after day.

The two of them walked on the street, and the heavy rain was not suitable for hurrying, especially Liang Xiaodao liked to fly recently.

The thunder and lightning still roared overhead, and this thing always likes to split high things.

The long street is deserted, and the restaurants on both sides are closed doors, not dilapidated in appearance, but they can be regarded as dilapidated, and even the red lanterns hanging on both sides are broken with a small hole.

Such a tavern is poor.

Li Xiu stretched out his hand and patted Xiong Fat's head, Xiong Fat's little eyes blinked, and he raised his hand and pointed to the alley beside him.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, Li Xiu can't smell it, but the raccoon can smell it.

The two walked into the alley.

There is no one, and there are water curtains falling from top to bottom on both sides, and it is like the south of the Yangtze River when you walk.

In the deepest part of the alley, there was a red flag, and the red flag hung down in the rain.

There is a wooden sign standing under the flagpole, which is engraved with the three big characters of the old tavern, and there are several cracks under the wooden card, and the root is somewhat rotten, and it can be seen that the years are very long, soaked in rain and silt, and it is about to rot.

Inside was a small room, with a soft shed outside the door, and four small tables under the shed, on which seven or eight guests sit.

Half of them were damp and could be seen to have come in the rain, and a tavern worth the heavy rain proves that the wine here is good.

Li Xiu's footsteps paused for a moment, and he remembered the altar of bamboo leaves on the Xiaonan Bridge at the beginning.

Liang Xiaodao had a smile on his face, a rain curtain, green bricks, drinkers, and wooden signs.

These scenery will become very peaceful when they are gathered together, and he remembered **, since he met **, he would always go to have a meal of wine, and at that time, it would occasionally rain outside the window.

The two of them did not enter the house, but sat down at the only empty table in the soft shed outside.

The other guests couldn't help but glance at them, and then couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Bashan is not big, this wine alley is even smaller, most of these regular customers are familiar with each other, and they have come back to drink a bowl of wine from an old tavern than a trip to the Qinglou to find a little girl.

Li Xiu and Liang Xiaodao are fresh faces, not only the first time they have come to this wine alley, but they also look like they are coming to this small town of Bashan for the first time.

There was only one old shopkeeper and his little daughter in the old tavern, who didn't look big, only thirteen or fourteen years old, and when they saw Li Xiu and the two of them sitting down, they didn't speak, they only took out two jars of old wine from the house and put them in front of the two, and then walked back to the house to watch the rain.

"Don't be confused, the old tavern only has one kind of wine, and the guests come here to drink this kind of wine, so there is no need to ask. ”

Perhaps worried that these two extraordinary sons felt unhappy that they had been left out, and a guest on the side opened his mouth to explain.

There is only one type of wine in the old tavern, so naturally there will be no menu for customers to choose from.

Li Xiu raised his hand to open the altar seal, took two bowls from the table and poured them one after another, one bowl was put in front of Xiong Fat, he picked up the other bowl and took a sip, and then took a big sip.

"Good wine. ”

He said.

There is no other word in the world that can praise more than these two words.

Liang Xiaodao had already drunk half of the altar, but he only felt happy in his heart, but he was extremely quiet.

It is indeed a good wine, and it is completely different from other wines, it is very soft, it is not strong in the mouth, but very mellow, and it has a hint of aging in the aroma.

The stale taste is not a moldy and gray taste, but a precipitation of time and age, although not strong, but the aftertaste is endless.

Quiet, peaceful, all kinds of calm meanings came to my heart at the same time.

This wine is not drunk, but aged and unique, it is reassuring, and it is also the so-called old word, like looking back on the past years after a lifetime.

Liang Xiaodao put down the wine jar and asked a few guests on the side: "The two of us have just arrived, and I am curious, this Bashan City is the first city adjacent to the Green Sea, and it should be very prosperous logically, but now it seems that it is not even the small town on the edge of the Green Sea, why is this?"

Wine helps talk about sex, let alone good wine.

The answer to him was still the same person who had previously given the explanation.

"The so-called Bashan City is not actually a city. ”

"Not a city?"

Liang Xiaodao and Li Xiu glanced at each other, with some surprise and confusion in their eyes.

"You two shouldn't be Wasteland monks, right?"

The guest said with a smile on his face.

Liang Xiaodao looked at himself and asked curiously, "How can you see it?"

The guest said: "Because as long as it is a monk in the Wasteland, no matter where people are, they will know about it, and if you two don't know, naturally it will not be." ”

Liang Xiaodao poured a bowl of wine and held it flat in front of him: "Please advise." ”

The man replied with a bowl and said with a little melancholy: "Bashan Chushui is desolate, abandoned for twenty-three years, this is a prison, a prison that has trapped Mr. Liu for twenty-three years. ”