At the end of a certain mountain road in Yingzhou, a group of black-clothed people stopped here, looking at the calm and spacious official road around them at this moment.

One of the black-clothed men in the lead frowned, looked at the other black-clothed man on the side and asked, "Are you sure that the eldest prince and they disappeared here?"

The black-clothed man who was questioned pulled away his face towel and replied with a gloomy face: "My lord, it's true! If the junior deceives you, you will not be able to die with a thousand knives! That day, the junior went to the Jiaolong Gang, and inquired about some news in the mouth of Wang Meng, and learned that their Jiaolong Gang took a dart, and the employer was a mysterious son, and the junior should go to spy and find that the person was the eldest son!"

"It was not easy to find the whereabouts of the eldest prince, and the younger generation will definitely not let go of this opportunity...... It's just that the Jiaolong Gang has some connections in Shangzhou, and it is not easy to move, so they contacted a group of bandits to ambush in Beibi Mountain, but there were masters in the dart car, and the juniors didn't even see what he looked like and the gang of bandits were wiped out with a sword. ”

"The younger generation didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly sent someone to invite you over, and he followed all the way. But unexpectedly, at sunset today, the dart cart turned the mountain road and disappeared directly, as if it had disappeared out of thin air!"

Cold sweat was oozing from his forehead as the man in black was talking, and he also felt that his words seemed to be nonsense, afraid that the adult in front of him would blame him, so he secretly glanced at the black-clothed leader to observe his reaction.

The black-clothed leader heard his words, muttered for a long time, closed his eyes suddenly, squatted down and pressed his palm to the ground, and the aura of his whole body spewed out in vain, emanating from the palm of his five fingers between the heaven and earth.

There is silence, only the wind is whispering.

After another half of the incense, the black-clothed leader suddenly opened his eyes as sharp as thunder and lightning, and asked with a gloomy face, "Anshi, you really didn't lie to me?"

Apparently, he found nothing.

And the person he questioned was Song Anshi, a great disciple of Xunmen who had a relationship with Mo Jun.

Seeing that he was being suspected, Song Anshi couldn't help but feel anxious, he gritted his teeth and said: "The younger generation swears in the name of the ancestors, if there is a half-word lie, the sky will be thundered!"

The black-clothed leader suddenly smiled and said: "You don't have to be like this, I just asked casually, we still have to count on you for this autumn meeting, and Anshi Ke must take good care of his body." ”

Song Anshi breathed a sigh of relief, but he also muttered in his heart, I don't know how much of what this person said was true and how much was false.

"Well, I think, this is the life of the eldest prince. The black-clothed leader sighed, then looked at the vast night sky, and his face was melancholy: "Is it a blessing or a curse, the will of heaven has been decided, and it can't be avoided after all, Xunmen is destined to have this catastrophe." ”

"It's just that what the destiny is, it depends on the creation of the eldest prince......"

After a sigh, the black-clad leader pressed the brim of his hat, wrapped his cloak tightly, and led the group to disappear into the night.

And in the sky, the stars are surging, and the moon is in the sky.

In the Fu Lu Inn, the owner sat at the wine table in the hall by the door and window, on which were placed a wine vat, several empty wine bowls, and a lampstand with a candle flame.

The heavy rain is still there, the long night will not fade, and the outside of the inn is like a dark ocean, but inside the inn is another quiet world.

In the dim hall, only the light of the fire flickered in the shadows, and the atmosphere seemed more and more lonely.

The boss took a sip of the wine bowl and looked out the window with calm eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Previously, the dart masters poured a lot of wine into each other, and this wine was indeed as the boss said, extremely strong and full of stamina. These men wanted to hold on for a little face, but in the end they couldn't support it and fell on the table one by one, and after a "bang", they snored like thunder.

The shopkeepers carried these five big and three thick men up one by one, and Xun Yuzhan also felt sleepy, said hello to Mo Jun and went upstairs to rest.

Mo Jun returned to the room and lay on the bed, but he didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

He always thought there was something strange about this inn.

But he never felt upset because of this, but had an inexplicable peace of mind.

After thinking about it, he couldn't find a clue, so Mo Jun got up and went downstairs, wanting to take a walk around, and by the way, see what kind of medicine was sold in this inn.

As soon as I got downstairs, I met the even more eccentric shopkeeper, who was looking out the window in a daze.

The shopkeeper came back to his senses when he heard the sound, and turned his head to greet Mojun: "This son, you still don't sleep so late?"

"Boss, why didn't you sleep either?" Mo Jun didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

The shopkeeper replied with a smile: "We are doing business, it is common to get up early and be greedy for darkness, like in this unfortunate weather, there may be customers who can't find their way, and it will be raining outside, so I lit the lights and thought about waiting for the guests to come to the door, so that I can entertain them at any time." ”

"The boss has a heart. Mo Jun sat down to himself and said meaningfully.

The shopkeeper was noncommittal, smiling even more, and pushed a wine bowl to Mo Jun: "Childe, come a little?"

Mo Jun excused himself: "No, I don't like to drink." ”

The boss didn't have too many surprises, raised his head and drank another bowl, and sighed: "That's a pity, I have the only good wine in the world, and after this village, there is no such shop!"

Mo Jun stared straight at the shopkeeper and asked, "I don't know the boss's name?"

"The mountain village man, not enough to worry about, opened this small shop, what he asked for is just a blessing, Lu, save, it's just a name, the thing outside the body, I have long forgotten it. The shopkeeper squinted and replied drunkenly.

Mo Jun pursed his lips, and said in his heart that the shopkeeper looked like a middle-aged man full of energy, and he spoke like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes, and he was simply pretending to be profound.

In fact, Mo Jun doesn't like this kind of conversation, and it's not a pleasant thing to beat around the bush after all, but it is undoubtedly more interesting to arouse the interest of others.

Mo Jun asked with a smile: "Then listening to the boss's tone, could it be a heroic master who retired from the rivers and lakes?" I heard the book say that these people like to be accompanied by wine like the boss, and sigh that the red dust is far away, and the world is impermanent. ”

The boss laughed and nodded in agreement.

"The juniors are thinking, if I can be as indifferent as the boss, then it would be good. Mo Jun said again, the only difference is that he changed his name in front of the shopkeeper, and seemed to agree with the status of the boss's predecessors.

"Do nothing, don't fight?" the shopkeeper's eyes almost turned into a slit, but there seemed to be a faint visible light flickering in that slit, and he asked rhetorically: "Isn't doing nothing equivalent to doing it?"

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, then touched his chin thoughtfully.

"I have already said that opening this small shop, maybe it seems that there is nothing to fight, and there is no time to live, but in fact, it is not also to seek a blessing, to fight for a survival, in this world, how can there be no dispute! Mortals want to ask for a high-ranking official, and when the official is high, they want to be the emperor, become the emperor, and think about immortality, if there is really immortality, they should be eager to ascend to the immortal class...... If you have to look at Shu, people's hearts are insufficient, how can you be satisfied so easily!"

Mo Jun humbly asked, "In that case, what do you think should be done?"

The boss waved his hand and said: "There is nothing that should or should not be, and there is nothing right or wrong, the so-called inaction is also promising, for just a freewheeling!"

Hearing this, Mo Jun's eyes were glazed, and after a long time, he got up and bowed to the shopkeeper: "The juniors here, thank the seniors for their answers." ”

"Thank you for what I did, I didn't do anything?" said the shopkeeper suspiciously, this tone could almost be fake, but it was a pity that he was betrayed by the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

Mo Jun didn't poke him either, he breathed a sigh of relief, glanced out the window, and said casually: "Everyone will be able to sleep well tonight, but after resting, I don't know when the rain will stop......"

The boss smiled: "The night is long, and waiting is just adding to the trouble, so it's better to put this matter down first, go back and sleep peacefully and well, and when you wake up, the rain will stop." ”

"That makes sense. Mo Jun also laughed, and arched his hand at the boss again, and just as he was about to turn back, the boss poured a bowl of wine with a smile and pushed it towards him.

Then he said meaningfully: "This son, our family is really a masterpiece in the world, but after that, I will never be able to drink it again." ”

Mo Jun looked at him and said, "Okay!"

Mo Jun picked up the wine bowl, drank it all, and before the wine was brewed, he felt a burst of mellow puffing, and the belly was not at all like the usual things in the cup that made people feel hot, but like a gust of spring rain to moisten all things, there was an indescribable comfort and sourness, only to feel that the secret wounds hidden in the meridians and viscera for many years turned into nothing at this moment.

The aura has never been so abundant.

And Mo Jun's mood at the moment is also like seeing clouds and fog, and the sky is clear.

He seemed to understand what he wanted to do.

When he stepped on the stairs, Mo Jun turned his head, glanced at the shopkeeper deeply, and asked, "If there is a chance in the future, the juniors will come to visit." ”

"I don't have a chance. The boss smiled and shook his head, his eyes returned to the same misty melancholy as before, he looked out the window, and muttered, "I won't have a chance to ...... in the future."

Mo Jun lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if he understood the meaning of his words, bowed deeply to the shopkeeper for the third time, and then turned to leave.

The hall was cold again, only the vat of wine, a few wine bowls, a candle lamp, the messy tables and chairs placed everywhere, and the loyal man with the wine bowl and staring into the distance.

It's as if nothing had happened, and as if it had come, it would go.

Only the star in the sky outside the window shines brighter and brighter.

The star, named Ziwei.