The man smiled when he heard this: "If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"

Lao Xiucai laughed and said, "A thousand cups are not drunk." ”

Wind and snow, the night is dark, at this time the most appropriate, is the red mud small stove warm green ant new wine, Haihezhou the best wine, is the newly brewed turbid green ant wine, the most good taste, after people have tasted, the most nostalgic, even the Qinglian Sword Immortal has been for this cup of green ant wine Imperial Sword riding tens of thousands of miles, just to taste the taste of the old times, Lao Xiucai does not have the chic meaning of Qinglian Sword Fairy, he just wants to drink.

The person cooking wine by the red clay stove was a woman in a blue sword shirt, although she looked graceful and clear when she was cooking wine, but between her gestures, she couldn't hide the sword aura that was more chilling than the wind and snow outside the door.

"If you can drink, then go inside, don't block it at this door, let this wind and snow pass through the door, you old skin and old face, you are not afraid of the cold, Qing'er and I can't stand it." ”

The middle-aged Confucian who opened the door looked at the old Xiucai with a disgusted look on his shoulders, but there was no disgust between his eyebrows, but there was an overflowing joy, although this Haihe Prefecture is pure, but the most headache is also this purity, there are no more than a dozen families within a hundred miles, and I want to learn from other high-ranking officials who have been degraded to "enjoy with the people" But it can't be done, and the middle-aged Confucian scholars are pedantic and celestial, and in the end they don't want to talk to those Shengdou people about eating and doing nothing all day long, after all, with the most romantic name, you can't fall into the name of this hundreds of young maniacs because of a little boredom, right?

Lao Xiucai naturally knew the thoughts of this middle-aged Confucian scholar, but he didn't care much, and directly "exiled" from the most prosperous East Shenzhou to this deserted Haihe Prefecture, it was indeed embarrassing, accustomed to prosperity, and then entered the desert, just like this snow, lonely and white-headed, but the middle-aged Confucian did not lose, after all, he had tasted the prosperity like a flower, and he had to reminisce about the loneliness like tea, right?

"My old skin and old face can really withstand the wind and snow, that's because I'm used to suffering as an old and poor man, although my body is old, but it's also the best, how can I be like you young people, I don't know how to control it, just such an idea of wind and snow, just crying dad and calling my mother to the cold, these days I am holding on to the wall, right?"

Lao Xiucai was open-mouthed, and he gave the middle-aged Confucian a blushing neck in three or two sentences, after all, he was also a dignified man, and he could say whatever he wanted, but the word "no" could never be said, and his parents and ancestors could not scold him, and the following was the word "no", the middle-aged Confucian boasted of being a romantic character, among the flowers, and the leaves did not stick to his body, how could he bear Lao Xiucai to say that he was "not good", and immediately retorted: "Who is holding on to the wall and leaving?" I'm a dignified seven-foot man, with strong blood and energy, and I'm in the prime of life, which one can not do it?!"

It's just that this middle-aged Confucian is angry, but he forgot that there is a woman present, and he is elated, only to see a blue light suddenly flying towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The woman in the blue sword shirt who was originally looking after the warm wine by the small red mud stove looked at the embarrassed middle-aged Confucian with a red face, and laughed again.

The middle-aged Confucian stood up and scratched his head and said, "Qing'er, it's not okay for you to be so stubborn, do you want your sister to come and see your rude and willful ......?"

Before the words were finished, the face of the woman wearing the blue sword shirt Qing'er suddenly turned cold, if she could catch a handful of snow at this time, she was afraid of Qing'er's face, but it was still colder than the snow, and she snorted coldly, and the woman in the blue sword shirt Qing'er turned around and walked into the room, leaving only a back, so that the middle-aged Confucian was embarrassed there, this is the brine point tofu, one thing drops one thing, although this middle-aged Confucian boasts of being romantic, but he is afraid of this Qing'er, boasting that "a hundred flowers have passed in the bush, and the leaves do not stick to the body" is actually afraid of the inside.

Lao Xiucai laughed, not strange, not funny middle-aged Confucian, sat down next to the small red clay stove, green ant wine just warm, at this time the best to drink, but also the most flavorful, if it is too hot, but not beautiful, ginger rock candy has long been melted and tumbling in the green ant wine, you have me, I have you, drink green ant wine, the momentum is not big, too warm, but put a little ginger, spicy suddenly jumped on the tip of the tongue, the moist of the rock sugar gradually bloomed after the spicy, this taste, even to a fairy can not be exchanged.

The middle-aged Confucian saw that the old Xiucai was not polite, but he was relieved, poured himself a glass of wine, and the snow outside the window was even bigger, there was wine, there was snow, and there were no regrets in this life.

It's just that Lao Xiucai was a little worried, and the middle-aged Confucian put down his wine glass and said: "Alas, I know that you will never come to drink with me, let's say, if there is anything, if I can help, there will definitely be no second words." ”

Seeing the middle-aged Confucian patting his chest and saying this, Lao Xiucai's eyes narrowed into a line, and he smiled a little maliciously, which made the middle-aged Confucian who was still swearing just now couldn't help but tremble: "If it is something related to those saints, I don't do it, I just degraded it, and I touched their moldy heads, I don't have the guts." ”

Lao Xiucai took a sip of wine and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you go against those saints, I just want you to be a matchmaker, maybe there is still filial piety to take." ”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said with great interest when he heard this: "Who to be the old man, I have to plan well, isn't it the girl of which family you have fallen into, or the old lady in the ancestral hall on the mountain, if this is the case, not to mention filial piety, it is a part, I should come out." ”

Ignoring the nonsense of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, Lao Xiucai picked up a bowl of hot soup and drank it: "Nanzhan Zhou and Kyaukjiao Zhou." ”

"Jingle", the wine glass in the hand of the middle-aged Confucian fell to the ground, I thought it was a little inconsequential, in fact, it was to grind with the sage to grind a water and grind kung fu, the middle-aged Confucian is still willing to do it, after all, there is nothing to do, the time of the sage, is always long and boring, but the "matchmaker" made by Lao Xiucai was too big, so that the middle-aged Confucian was shocked for a long time and did not come back to his senses.

Nanzhan Zhou and Kyaukjiao Zhou have been divided for hundreds of years, since the battle of Dongtian, Nan Zhan Zhou and Kyaukjiao Zhou have been split into two continents, six dynasties, the four seasons are no longer the same, originally a Tsing Yi River running through the two continents, divided into the inexplicable river and Yanchuan River, hundreds of years, want to make Nan Zhan Zhou and Kyaukjiao Zhou return to a continent of people, no longer a few, the reasons are varied, but the most important, but is still the sake of the heritage.

The middle-aged Confucian was silent.

The role of this "matchmaker" is no less than that of the back, pulling the luck of the mountains and rivers of the two continents, and reuniting the mirror, this is not a joke, if you are not careful, it will be the consequence of death, the saint can do it, but he can't do it.

As if he saw the doubts in the middle-aged Confucian scholar's heart, Lao Xiucai said: "Just drag those saints." ”

After a long time, the middle-aged Confucian said: "Can't you wait any longer? In such a hurry, I'm afraid that it will not be good for you and me, even if it has already started, the timing of the opening and closing must be determined by you and me, so in a hurry, is it really decided?"

Lao Xiucai sighed and said, "The arrow is on the string, and I have to send it." ”

"Okay, this is a favor, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman!"

The wind and snow are urgent, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

............

Wang Yuanbao got the Wuyue regret pile, but he was not in a hurry to practice, but pondered carefully, after all, this is an opportunity related to his future, how can he not be cautious?

Wang Yuanbao, who looked helplessly at a pair of rustic buns entering the city, was quite speechless, what is there to be cautious about, a fist pile qi training method, other people's characters, what is the need to lie to you? If you want to lie to you, you stupid boy can still be suspicious here, but I am afraid that I will go to drink tea with Lord Yan a long time ago.

Wuyue regret Ding pile is about the same as the god of regret Ding boxing, it is also six types of piles, standing piles fourth, lying piles second, day and night non-stop water grinding kung fu, in order to thoroughly eat, practice, after a realm can refine the essence of true qi.

After watching for a long time and making sure that there was no danger, Wang Yuanbao got up and stood up in the yard according to the pile gong in his mind, the foundation of boxing practice is under his feet, his hands are two doors, and his feet are a root, and the foundation is not stable, how can he practice boxing?

Wang Yuanbao's temperament is not in a hurry, this kind of water mill kung fu is the most suitable for him, it is an extremely boring thing to practice without seeing the doorway, but Wang Yuanbao is the opposite, I don't understand, then practice more, read the book a hundred times and see its righteousness, this truth, Wang Yuanbao is the most agreeable, regardless of whether it is a book or a fist, it probably can't escape a perseverance, as long as the kung fu is deep, the water droplets can also be pierced.

This is Wang Yuanbao's character, which is completely different from him on Peach Blossom Mountain, sometimes, it only takes an opportunity to grow up, and Wang Yuanbao's opportunity to grow up is more than ordinary people.

In this regard, Zhang Sui is inferior to Wang Yuanbao.

Since beating Zhang Sui to his mother to catch him every day to go fishing in the inexplicable river, since then, Zhang Sui's mother has become more and more strict with Zhang Sui, in addition to the schoolwork in the school, he also has to learn some mysterious and mysterious methods of cultivating immortals every day, originally Zhang Sui just thought that his mother was confused, but after being beaten, he knew that his mother was really moving, and even he went to find Wang Yuanbao to give his mother a scolding and blocked back.

Reading, cultivating immortals.

This is a problem, from the heart, Zhang Sui doesn't like to read, because his dead ghost father can't see anyone dead or dead, who knows where he went? The root of all this is because of these so-called sage articles, as well as the headache of the imperial examination, if Zhang Sui really chooses, he would rather choose the mysterious and mysterious cultivation of immortals, so that he can learn the ability, and can protect his mother, even if he can't learn, the school will not have to go for a long time, why not do it?

Zhang Suiniang personally quit the work of sewing and mending the pulp, and watched Zhang Sui at home every day, but there was always a diaphragm in her heart, that is, Wang Yuanbao.

In that peace knot, according to the words of the female crown immortal master, it is only more than a month, and the ethereal "luck" It will fall on his son Zhang Sui, at that time, among the immortals who make people look up, at that time, what is the so-called power, it is just a passing cloud, and the power is only a hundred years, and the immortal is a longevity of thousands of years, and the king of the world is at most a few decades of life, no life, power is a cloud of smoke, life does not bring, death does not take away, power is the most vain, but it still makes people rush to it, Zhang Sui's mother thought so, the guilt in his heart, much lighter, big deal, Zhang Sui became the immortal, give Wang Yuanbao a wealth, even if he doesn't say it, Zhang Sui will not forget Wang Yuanbao, thinking of this, Zhang Sui Niang walked behind Zhang Sui, stroked Zhang Sui's back and said: "With some heart, you still inherit a little bit of your dead ghost father's temperament, so that you can't even read a book, our mother's future will be on this book." ”

Zhang Sui nodded silently, what his mother said is also reasonable, the road ahead is still long, even if it is for himself, these headache classics have to be eaten thoroughly, don't say that no one has no desire for immortality, Zhang Sui knows very well that those immortals who are Feng Xuan Yufeng are so chic and happy, the storyteller in the teahouse, when it comes to immortals, they all look like worship, and even the name and surname of the founding emperor can't be compared.

Each has its own heart, growth, is in the continuous accumulation of hearts, passive walking, Zhang Sui is the same, Wang Yuanbao is the same, Chen Yue is even more so, can't escape, can't hide, the only thing to do is to go all the way regardless of right and wrong, right or wrong, it doesn't matter, there is no right or wrong in growth.