The rain rained for two days, and after an hour had passed, some people left Baiyun City one after another, and continued to go south, heading to Nanyang City in the center of southern Xinjiang.

Mu Li and the two also set off, Mo Xiaoyao rode his little donkey, and Mu Li bought a horse, the two walked side by side on the land of southern Xinjiang, the rain passed the early sunshine, the mountains were full of wild opportunities, and a scene of thriving grass and trees.

And the Qinghe girl that day didn't know where she went, but Mu Li always felt that they would meet again in the future.

"Brother Mo doesn't know who you are. Why go to Nanyang City alone? ”

Walking on the road, the pastor left the mouth, in a comfortable mood, quite interested.

"In fact, this is the task given to me by the teacher, telling me to practice my heart in Hongchen, so that I can make achievements on the road of cultivation, whether it is literature or martial arts, I must learn to understand the world, so that I can make a breakthrough. ”

"That's true. Mu Li nodded and agreed, this time he went to Nanyang City alone, and it was also for this reason that he wanted to see more of the world and improve his state of mind.

"As for the place I came from, Brother Mu must have heard of it, Middle-earth Shenzhou. ”

Hearing this, Mu Li was quite surprised, where did he come from.

"Shenzhou, as the most powerful state in the Kyushu of the Great Martial Kingdom, even carries the national fortune of the Great Martial Kingdom, the people are outstanding, and the capital is also built there, I didn't expect Brother Mo to come from, I am afraid that he is a disciple of a certain family. ”

"That's not it, it's just a disciple of the teacher."

Mo Xiaoyao shook his head lightly and said calmly.

"Presumably Brother Mo's teacher must be a big man who is famous. Mu Li said lightly, with Mo Yao's talent, how could his teacher be unknown.

"The teacher is indeed well-versed in ancient and modern times, and his knowledge is admirable. Mo Xiaoyao looked respectful, obviously with great respect for his teacher.

"It is also a great blessing to have such an elder. ”

"Definitely. ”

"But Brother Mo's little donkey is amazing, and its speed is on par with my horse. ”

"Haha, my mount is not your usual little donkey. ”

"So what's the difference. ”

"He has demon blood, and can eat meat to replenish his belly and drink alcohol to quench his thirst. ”

"There is actually demon blood!"

It is recorded in ancient books that the Great Wu Kingdom sits in the central realm - the human world, conquering the eight wilderness and Liuhe, the four sides of the world, including the barbarian demon clan, and even enslaving the demon clan fierce beasts as war horses, playing a huge role on the battlefield, I don't want the little donkey in front of him, but he also has the blood of the barbarian demon clan.

Southern Xinjiang is the southern border of Dawu Kingdom, and further down, it no longer belongs to the boundary of Dawu Kingdom, but the land occupied by Sect Waiyi.

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The two can be described as really like-minded, they can never finish talking, chatting freely about the past and the present, the years have passed, they are very fascinated, and unconsciously, they have gone far away.

On the way to southern Xinjiang, the mountains and wilderness gradually disappeared, and an endless field began to appear, with fireworks rising from time to time, and in the vast river, there were many courtyards and ancient rural towns.

The scenery along the way is picturesque, the ancient trees are thick, the mountains are beautiful, a line of ancient willows spreads to the distance of sight, the catkins are swaying with the wind, there is also a long river water, coming from afar, flowing to the distance, the river is endless.

Dozens of miles later, a huge liquor shop appeared on the official road, surrounded by tall and ancient trees, which looked old and old. But it also grows on verdant branches and leaves, dancing with the wind.

The shopkeeper was greeting passers-by, so Mu Li and the two of them also led their mounts and walked over, intending to rest and quench their thirst.

The wine shop is grand, majestic, has a three-storey height, is built by exquisite wooden seal carving, looks simple and elegant, there is no outer wall in some places, and the scenery can be seen in all directions.

It is surrounded by a garden, and there is even a long river rushing from its side, which is spectacular. And in the position directly above the restaurant, there is a plaque, called Drunken Dream Building.

When you get closer, you can hear the noise of many people, and you can drink and talk with great interest. Looking at the sound, you can see many drinkers in the restaurant, all holding cups and cups, and their faces are satisfied.

On the contrary, there is no such feeling of being dusty.

But the restaurant seems to have a grade, the first floor is full of cloth clothes, the second floor is brocade clothes, and the third floor is almost empty, only a few people.

But it is extremely extraordinary, attracting the attention of the two, an old man holding a feather fan, his face is peaceful, he is wearing plain clothes, some mottled white hair on his head, sitting calmly on the third floor, peaceful, the long wind blows, roll up his clothes, so not elegant and chic. It's a Confucian outfit.

Another middle-aged man, on the other hand, was covered in armor, with a cold expression and a strong body. The helmet was placed on the white jade table, and he drank slowly, and at first glance he was a court sergeant, or even a general.

These two people, one literate and one martial, two completely different styles, are sitting together at the moment, as if they are drinking and talking, and they have a different rhyme.

This drunken dream building is of a very high grade.

The two of them knew everything in the restaurant by heart and saw it in their eyes. Smiled at each other and led the mount to step forward.

"Drunken Dream Building, Drunken Dream Death Building. Suitable for Brother Mo. ”

"Haha, I want to try how wonderful this drunken dream death wine can be. Mo Xiaoyao smiled loudly, handed Xiao Mao to the store, and stepped into the restaurant, going straight to the upper floor of the restaurant.

"Zuimenglou is famous, but it is the best restaurant on the road in this area, and his alcohol is delicious, and it is very good to drink."

"It is rumored that the owner of this restaurant is not an ordinary person, there are many stories, and he is tired of the mundane world, so he came here to open a restaurant, welcome past visitors, and understand the world. ”

"That's not, it's like the third floor, the landlord has clear rules, if you don't have a proud talent, you will never be able to go" There are many people who discuss, but the two don't care. I have something in my heart.

It's the best liquor I want to drink.

Mu Li shook his head and followed, going to the third layer, where the Confucian attracted his attention. Confucianism, as the strongest academic sect in the Great Martial Kingdom and even in the world, is absolutely unrivaled in the world in terms of its ideological realm and understanding of the truth of Taoism.

When meeting a Confucian scholar, a scholar naturally wants to ask for advice.

However, when they tried to go up to the third floor, they were stopped by the shopkeeper. And the store is not the same as the store of the ordinary restaurant, he has an extraordinary temperament, wearing a dark color gown, and his eyes are deep, like a knowledgeable bachelor.

"The two of us have money, so we can have good wine," Mo Xiaoyao was a little surprised, but expected, and said.

"Two sons, you can enter the third floor of the Drunken Dream Building without being rich, you can drink the best wine in the store on the second floor, but on the third floor, only people with advanced academics can go upstairs to enjoy the scenery and drink, regardless of civil and military. This is the rule of the landlord. The shopkeeper explained.

"In this way, the landlord is a wonderful person. Mu Li smiled, and then asked the shopkeeper, "How can the two of us be qualified to go upstairs?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper was stunned, and then he looked at the two teenagers, only to see that all of them were young talents with outstanding temperament, so he also smiled and said: "The two sons are dressed as scholars, so they will make two questions from below, and if they answer, they can go up to the third floor to drink." ”

"That's very good. The two of them responded without thinking, and had confidence in their own knowledge and talents.

"Haha, it's really a teenager, reckless. ”

The shopkeeper sighed with a smile, his eyes were bright, and he said slowly: "One person, one question." Leave it to me. Then the shopkeeper walked to a certain out, and the two followed, and it was actually a book pavilion, with many ancient books in the square, and there were also pictures and even blades and long swords, hanging on the wall.

On the side of the window, there is a long wooden table, inlaid with white jade, with pen and ink on it. The shopkeeper walked over, took out two pieces of paper and splashed ink, and after a moment walked up to the two of them, stretching out his hand to signal. The two of them walked over and sat down at the table.

Mu Li looked at it and saw a line of black calligraphy written on the paper, the font was strong and powerful, atmospheric and beautiful. To his surprise, it was written by a liquor shopkeeper.

"Nanyang praying for the heavens, what is your opinion?"

This is the problem, concise but practical, obviously the shopkeeper knows that at this time, the people from other places who come to the land of southern Xinjiang are all going to the heavenly prayer set by the king of Nanyang Town.

Mu Li's eyes were condensed, thoughtful, this question was too concise, but it was too broad to answer, and it was a little tricky.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyao also frowned slightly, holding a brush in his hand, staring at the line of fonts in front of him and thinking.

The gift of praying for heaven is naturally to pray for the blessing of the wind and rain in order to bless the peace of the southern Xinjiang and even the country of Dawu, but Mu Li always felt that the answer was more than that.

He pondered for a moment, smiled faintly, and wrote down what he thought: pray for the gift of heaven in order to seek smooth wind and rain and great strength, unite the people's hearts, accumulate willpower, and prosperous fortune, and can also deter foreign invaders and stabilize southern Xinjiang. In the following view, the king of Zhennan intends to do this, and he must look at the atmosphere and situation in southern Xinjiang.

For example, the level of peasants farming, martial arts, and literati elegance can all be shown together with this opportunity to observe the people's feelings.

It can also be called a quartet.

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Mu Li made a long discussion, and then handed it to the store, at the same time, Mo Xiaoyao also answered his question, the two looked at each other and smiled, waiting for the store to watch.

After a while, the shopkeeper looked at the two of them, there was a light in their eyes, and they smiled, and said: "Looking at the answers of the two sons, I only feel that the talents are flying and the comprehension is quite profound, and they are really worthy of being young geniuses. ”

So, in the surprised eyes of many drinkers on the second floor, I saw two teenagers slowly walking away and walking towards the third floor.

Immediately, someone questioned: "Who are these two teenagers who actually entered the third floor?"

"Who knows Mo doesn't have a relationship with the shopkeeper, otherwise, with their age, they shouldn't be qualified to step on the third floor of the Drunken Dream Building, so there are only two of them now. ”

"I also think so, otherwise it will be difficult to learn at the age of the two of them, unless they are young wizards. ”

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In the midst of everyone's discussions, Mu Li and the two have already stepped on the third floor, and there are only a few people in sight, a samurai general, slightly younger than another Confucian scholar, both of them have extraordinary temperament, as if they have been weathered by the years and penetrated the red dust of the world.

There is no floor screen under the four sides, you can watch the four fields, as well as the mighty river passing downstairs, flowing far away from the sky. The scenery is chic.

At this time, the two men saw the two teenagers stepping in, and their eyes looked over, as if they were examining the two. But that look is still calm and peaceful, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

The gap with the people downstairs can be distinguished at once.

Mu Li and Mo Xiaoyao also looked at the past and thought about it.