Liangzhou,

Pak An County,

Beiliangcheng,

The sky is dripping with light raindrops falling on the bluestone slabs and splashing water, the most prosperous Yongan Long Street in the city is now closed to the shops on the street, the street crowd is much thinner than in the past, and the hawkers who walk the streets and alleys are also rarely seen.

Also

Now there is still a war on the territory of Beiyong County,

The boundaries of the three counties of Liangzhou are also eventful,

It is already very rare that there is no wind in the city, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

street corner

"Guest, your hot and sour noodle soup!"

The boiling soup entered the bowl and washed away the seasoning at the bottom of the bowl, and the old man who sold the noodle soup skillfully scooped up the dough pieces from the boiling pot and put them into the bowl, sprinkled a few green onions, and then pushed them into the hands of the guests in front of him, and by the way, he drew a pair of chopsticks and placed them on the bowl.

Sitting in front of the noodle stall is also a white-haired old man, his hair is meticulously combed behind his head, his long shirt is very clean, and there is a wooden box next to his right hand, smelling the tempting fragrance in his eyes, his index finger moves, and the red soup with the green of the green onion is very pleasing.

Chopsticks twisted and crossed on the edge of the bowl,

The old man's brows furrowed slightly,

It's very serious to straighten out the chopsticks,

But the green onions in the bowl are always a bit of an eyesore,

Counting carefully, the chopped green onion is indeed twenty-three.

"Old man, can you add some chopped green onions?"

The white-haired old man wanted to twist out a green onion but felt that something was wrong, raised his head and looked at the old man who was talking to him and said.

"Don't mind, guest officer!"

"I'm afraid you're a little older than me. ”

After Lao Zhangtou finished speaking, he wiped the ashes on his hands, twisted a handful of green onions and sprinkled them into the bowl.

The green onions fall,

With a faint scent of shallots,

And a little more green in the bowl,

But the white-haired and decayed brows didn't have time to loosen and wrinkled tightly.

The chopped green onions that fell into the bowl were twenty,

plus the twenty-three of them,

Now the green onion in the bowl is forty-three, or singular!

"Old man, can you ......?"

The white-haired old man spoke again.

"Guest officer, why don't you add it yourself?"

Lao Zhangtou stopped his hand and looked at the white-haired old man on the stall with a strange expression, and after being stunned for a moment, his kung fu hand just put in the clay pot with green onions, and then put the clay pot straight in front of the white-haired old man.

"Thank you, old man!"

The white-haired old man gently twisted a chopped green onion with chopsticks and put it in a bowl.

No more, no less than forty-four,

"Hoo ......"

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then stirred it with his chopsticks.

......

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of rain falling on the tarpaulin overhead,

White gas rises from the boiling pot,

"It's not a good time to do business these days. ”

The old man raised his head from time to time to look at the sparsely populated long street and muttered a few words.

facial paralysis,

The white-haired old man had already finished eating the noodles in the bowl, and even swept away the soup in the bowl.

"Guest, the taste is okay?"

"Not bad!"

The white-haired old man wiped his mouth, looked at the empty bowl in front of his desk and said very seriously.

"Then bother the guest officer to settle the account, eight cents!"

Lao Zhangtou saw that the man hadn't seen him for a long time, and he didn't get up and settle the bill, so he spoke.

"Hmm!"

When the white-haired old man heard this, he happily took out a string of copper coins from his arms, counted out eight and piled them on the table.

"Guest, do you have anything else?"

"Wait for someone!"

"Wait for someone?"

"Hmm!"

"The guest officer will change places and wait, and the mother-in-law and aunt at home are still waiting for dinner. ”

Lao Zhangtou rubbed his hands, looking at this street, few people came to eat noodles anymore, and they couldn't earn copper plates, so it was better to go home early and rare, and it would be a happy event for my mother-in-law to have children in case she was old.

"That friend of mine is very good at eating!"

The white-haired old man looked at Lao Zhangtou very seriously.

"That ......"

"Then you might as well sit down. ”

When Lao Zhangtou heard this, his face turned red and he continued to work.

"Slap ......"

It's the sound of boots stepping on a waterlogged bluestone slab.

The person who came was a middle-aged swordsman, because he still held a sword in his hand, and the sword was not yet unsheathed, but just by looking at the hilt and scabbard, he knew that it was definitely not ordinary.

When you look up along the sword,

I just felt that the swordsman was a little down-and-out and unkempt,

His hair was wet with rain and stuck to his forehead, and there were still a few holes in his clothes, and there was a faint sour smell when he sat on his facial paralysis.

Lao Zhangtou didn't dare to underestimate it, let alone open his mouth to drive people away,

After all, I have lived for most of my life, I have seen too many people of all kinds, there are all kinds of tempers, there are always a few people in the three religions and nine streams who act absurdly, just pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, and the seemingly down-and-out swordsman in front of him is a master.

As for how high, I don't know.

But just by looking at the texture of the scabbard in the man's hand,

It's definitely a lot higher than the shed you built.

"Guest, what friend are you waiting for?"

The old man asked kindly.

The white-haired old man nodded and didn't say much, but the action of covering his nose could show that he was very disgusted by the sour smell on this swordsman's body.

"A bowl of hot and sour noodle soup!"

"The shopkeeper remember to put more spicy seeds, more vinegar, and more noodles!"

The old man's smile gradually froze.

"Thanks!"

The down-and-out swordsman was not ashamed, put down the long sword in his hand and shouted.

"This ......"

Lao Zhangtou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he dared not speak angrily.

Damn, didn't you look at the yellow calendar when you went out today?

It's just that I've met some weirdos,

In addition to the sophistication of the people on the rivers and lakes, there are also fights and killings,

There are many fools who draw knives against each other when they don't agree with each other,

Come on, make money with kindness!

There's no need to risk your life for a few copper plates.

"Two bowls. ”

"Gotcha!"

When the old man was about to turn around and cook noodles, the white-haired old man covered his face, took out sixteen cents and put it on the table, put away the copper plate on the table, and then the old man started to cook noodles with a smile.

"Just arrived?"

"Just arrived!"

The down-and-out swordsman took a sip of the hot and sour noodle soup, stretched out very comfortably.

Sour enough!

Spicy enough!

It's got an inner taste!

Nothing has changed.

How long was the last time you were in Liangzhou?

It was more than 20 years ago.

The down-and-out swordsman looked up at the door number of the Beilianghou Mansion not far away, slightly stunned.

"How did you get into what you are now?"

"The world in that place is walking in despair, and you can't afford to buy a single dress, right?"

The white-haired old man looked at the holes in the swordsman's body and frowned slightly, one on the left and one on the right, which was very uneven, and even covered his disgust with the sour smell on his body.

"Received the news and hurried. ”

"Tsk, more than 3,000 miles, the old man on the mountain is also strange and tormenting. ”

The white-haired old man smacked his lips when he heard this.

"There's no way, the old man has ordered it down, and no matter how unhappy you are, you have to come and give an explanation. ”

"By the way, here are five bowls!"

"Guest, five more bowls?"

The old man asked, although the white-haired old man just said that the friend he was waiting for was very edible, but he didn't think that he could eat seven bowls of hot and sour noodle soup in one meal, after all, the gnocchi in it was really hungry.

"Old man, listen to his five more bowls. ”

The white-haired old man waved his hand.

"Thanks!"

"Hoo ......"

After thanking the down-and-out swordsman, he exhaled again.

Soup splashed onto the white-haired old man's robe.

The red oil and water smeared on the white robe and soon turned into a red dot, and the white-haired old man frowned, and his pity for the down-and-out swordsman disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Zhong Mengqiu, you !!"

The white-haired old man shouted, blowing his beard and glaring angrily.

"Don't mind!"

"Wait!"

The swordsman called Zhong Mengqiu stretched out his hand and interrupted.

Before the white-haired old man could reflect, the chopsticks in the latter's hand had already been quickly pointed, and a small bright red dot fell on the old white robe.

"Come on, it's symmetrical. ”

Zhong Mengqiu withdrew his chopsticks and didn't mind continuing to eat to death, the white-haired old man looked down at the two bright red dots on his robe, and looked at it intently for a moment, and the anger in his heart slowly calmed down.

"I said this old man, this problem hasn't changed after so many years?"

Zhong Mengqiu finished eating the pieces of noodles in the bowl and wiped his mouth with his cuffs and quipped.

"Haven't you changed your broken mouth?"

The white-haired old man responded, and it seemed that the two were very familiar with each other, and they didn't seem to be friends for the New Year.

"Finished eating, comfortable!"

The down-and-out swordsman touched his round belly, picked up the long sword on the table, and was about to leave.

"My husband often comes!"

Lao Zhangtou looked at the forty coins piled up on the table and shouted earnestly.

"Poof......

"Uncle?"

"Hahaha!"

"Wu Chunqiu, you divinate all day long, calculate this and calculate that, don't say it, you have to calculate the luck of the world, no wonder you are called the old man at my age. ”

The down-and-out swordsman smiled and leaned back, and looked closely at the white hair and decay, the gray hair and the face were also old, but the eyes were very clear and not like an old man.

"Humph!"

"I don't know what to do!"

"If it weren't for your old man's request this time, I really wouldn't want to go down the mountain for a walk, count this hexagram!"

Wu Chunqiu snorted coldly and didn't care, got up and put the wooden box on his back.

"Let's go, it's time to go to Shanhe Pass when you're full of food and drink. ”

"It's here, I still have to go back to the mountain to make up for it!"

"Wait, let's go to the Hou Mansion first and see if the peach tree that my senior sister likes is still there. ”

The down-and-out swordsman wiped his mouth and picked up the long sword in his hand.

One step has been to the outside of the shed,

With a slight shock, extremely fine water droplets splashed out of the originally slightly wet clothes, and the true qi was steaming with white gas.

When the right foot steps out again,

People have passed through layers of thick walls into the backyard of Beilianghou Mansion,

The armor soldiers patrolling the door were unaware.

"Hey!"

Wu Chunqiu looked at the head of the Beiliang Marquis Mansion and sighed.

In the courtyard, in the pavilion,

There were two figures standing with swords in hand, both of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng have been recuperating in the Hou Mansion for a long time, but today they bumped into this down-and-out swordsman who suddenly appeared in the Hou Mansion, and from a distance, they only felt that he was just an ordinary down-and-out man walking the rivers and lakes, but only the two who were also swordsmen knew how strong this person was.

Looking through the eyes of Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng,

The unkempt man is like a peerless sword hidden in the sheath, and the sword energy around his body is like a great river flowing endlessly, once it is out of the sheath, it will inevitably set off stormy waves.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue didn't ask why they came to the Hou Mansion's nonsense, but just stepped forward with their swords.

Two sword intent rose in the field,

A lonely like snow,

A lonely high-definition cold,

"Zhong Mengqiu!"

"I came here just to see the relics of the deceased, and I didn't want anything else. ”

Zhong Mengqiu looked at the two pure sword intents rising in the field, and his heart was also slightly shocked, on the way here, he heard that there were two peerless swordsmen beside the little guy, and he just scoffed at it when he heard it, but now when he saw it, he knew that it was really amazing.

When Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng heard this, they were still holding swords and surrounding Zhong Mengqiu.

This man is strong, there is no doubt about it,

It has even crossed the threshold of the third grade!

The sword cultivation of the second grade, coupled with the sharp weapon in his hand,

Gee......

"I hope it's convenient, and I should leave after a cup of tea. ”

Zhong Mengqiu saluted and walked straight to the peach tree, still a little relieved in his heart, that little guy can do so many things that are shocking to the world before he is crowned, and it is not a child of the senior sister.

Not long after,

"Excuse me!"

Wu Chunqiu also entered the Hou Mansion, arched his hand at Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, fine beads of sweat rose on his forehead, and he followed hard, that Zhong Mengqiu Erpin Sword Cultivation was naturally not afraid, but in case of a fight, his old arms and legs could not stand a sword or two.

"This peach tree is still there, Xu Wu still has a conscience. ”

Zhong Mengqiu looked at the peach tree in the courtyard and muttered.

"It's just a pity that it's spent. ”

"A few days ago, it rained a little harder!"

Wu Chunqiu looked at the scattered peach blossoms on the ground and sighed lightly.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Zhong Mengqiu's gaze fell on Wu Chunqiu and muttered again.

"I owe you the old man!"

Wu Chunqiu gritted his teeth and said, his hand was raised gently, the true qi flowed and the Great Dream Heart Sutra was running, and the peach blossoms all over the ground slowly rose, and they were full of branches again, looking at the breeze and drizzle from afar, the peach blossoms were purple and red, and they were very beautiful.

"Hoo ......"

Wu Chunqiu breathed a long sigh of relief, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes added a trace of it, he practiced the Great Dao, and some of the things that were mysterious in the eyes of the world could be done by himself, but the price was a little big.

"Thanks, it's much more pleasing to the eye now. ”

Zhong Mengqiu walked around the peach tree before nodding with satisfaction.

"Fortune teller, how did you say my senior sister fell in love with Butcher Xu in the first place?"

After being silent for a long time, Zhong Mengqiu spoke.

"Fate!"

Wu Chunqiu groaned.

"Pull the calf!"

Zhong Mengqiu glared at Wu Chunqiu angrily.

"How can there be so much fate in the world?"

"Fate is wonderful!"

"The world says that the sword fairy is romantic, why did you become so incomprehensible?"

Wu Chunqiu shook his head and said, quite a bit of the smell of a fortune teller on the street stall in it.

"Hey......"

"Is this trip down the mountain really going to kill the luck of Liangzhou?"

"That's your senior sister's only child, and he will always sit in that position in the future, so can he really do it?"

After being silent for a long time, Wu Chunqiu asked again.

"I naturally know, but this is what the old man meant, and I won't do it this time. ”

"Is it difficult to wait for the old man to take action himself?"

Zhong Mengqiu sighed.

"Also, the old man's descent from the mountain will not end well. ”

Wu Chunqiu nodded.

"Let's go, go to Shanheguan to meet my senior sister's child. ”

Zhong Mengqiu looked in the direction of Shanheguan from afar, and the long sword on his waist sounded softly.