Twenty years, time flies like a shuttle white horse.

Some people say that he has already fallen out of the Tiangang Taifeng realm, and some people ask him if you can still use a sword?

But he didn't have a sword in his hand, and he still opened the angry Cangxia with his sword.

Dou Xian'er is still the sword god who looks down on the rivers and lakes, but she has changed her appearance.

This night, this middle-aged man changed his usual smiling and arrogant attitude and taught him through the clouds.

Although there is only one style of cloud-piercing style, it can turn ten thousand swords into one sword, but it is Dou Changan's lifelong kendo experience, and the paper and clouds are unpredictable.

Bai Yun thought that Huigen was inferior, and he just remembered a rough idea.

In addition, he also remembered that Dou Changan only recited a mantra, and the sword intent resounded through the surging sky.

"Piercing the clouds and rushing into the nine skies, Yinhan leaked three thousand miles. ”

The air runs through Changhong, and the air swallows mountains and rivers.

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The swallow warbler is calling, and the lake and mountains are a must in the south of the Yangtze River.

Non-stop, the two finally set foot on the border of Yangzhou.

"Senior, what are your plans after you send me to Muru Temple?" After entering the Yangzhou boundary, Bai Yun was in a comfortable mood.

Dou Changan looked up at the sky, put his hands behind his back, and said after a long silence: "Cut off the sword path and go find her." ”

Bai Yun turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, the look on Dou Changan's face was extremely serious at this moment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, he suddenly understood why Dou Changan wanted to teach him to wear the clouds.

Dou Changan's eyes were cloudy: "She doesn't like me to practice swords, but I can't let go of the sword in my hand, so she left." Dou Changan poured soybeans into the bamboo tube and opened the conversation: "I have thought it through the past twenty years, and the seven-foot sword in my hand has never been the enemy."

I've missed her. ”

Bai Yun was silent, quietly listening to the middle-aged man confide in his bitterness.

Dou Changan sighed lightly, and said angrily: "Life is too short, if I want to choose again, the sword and her, I will definitely choose her." ”

"It's you, don't make the wrong choice when you're young. Dou Changan's eyes were sparkling, and he said solemnly: "Don't be like me, you have gray sideburns and regrets, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this." ”

Bai Yun could hear what Dou Chang'an was saying, but he still didn't know what to say, and frowned lightly and said, "Senior, let's get straight to the point." ”

"Zhang Yuruo and Mu Zhitao, who will you choose?" Dou Changan scratched his gray sideburns and asked bluntly.

Bai Yun opened his mouth and stammered, the answer to Dou Changan's question seemed obvious, but for some reason, Bai Yun's heart set off a lot of waves.

"One is a talented fairy on Jixia Mountain, and the other is a demon girl of the Tianlong Society who does all kinds of evil, and the answer is obvious in the eyes of ordinary people. Dou Changan looked down at the cowhide bladder hanging from the young man's waist, and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have a bottom in your heart, do you?"

Bai Yun's eyes flickered, and he straightened his tone and said, "Yuruo and I are just ordinary brothers, and there are no extra thoughts. ”

Dou Changan did not refute, pricked up his ears and listened without speaking.

Bai Yun's face was expressionless, but in fact, his heart was like a twist: "As for Mu Zhitao, yes, she did save me, but she is not only the demon girl of the Tianlong Society, but also the daughter of Mu Changsheng, the leader of the Tianlong Society. ”

"You kid is so dead-eyed, was he thrown in the face by the ox's tail when he was a child?" Dou Changan stretched out his two fingers again, like a family man instructing a child, and sneered: "Ruthless." ”

Dou Changan was addicted: "How can you say that you can't catch two fish in one hand, and you can't see two lines of books at a glance, your kid's stinky problem is like those scum who have just taken off their pants and have to be separated from two widths." ”

Bai Yun knew that even if he had seven mouths and eight tongues, he couldn't break Dou Changan's three-inch tongue, so he simply turned his head and stopped wasting his tongue.

It is the late autumn now, and the land south of the Yangtze River gradually has the breath of autumn, and the decline is sudden, and the old trees are still evergreen when they no longer bloom, but the scenery of the current green and yellow Lianlong has a unique charm.

The poem says that the fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March, Yangzhou is not only the most prosperous place in the whole Jiangnan, but also the hub of the entire Jiangnan Province, and Chang'an Cheng, Xiangyang City, Xishu City, Yanjing City, Luoyang City and called the six major cities of the Great Liang, and one of them can be divided into one side.

As the old saying goes, if the south of the Yangtze River is set, Yangzhou City must be set first, when the Great Liao invaded the territory, when the internal and external troubles were in trouble, Emperor Liang in order to suppress the stormy situation, immediately decided to divide the feudal king, from then on the south of the Yangtze River into the Wu soil, Yangzhou City can occupy a seat in the six major male cities, in addition to the Yangtze River, the natural barrier formed by the easy to defend and difficult to attack the terrain, and the long history of Yangzhou City, is that there is a tiger sitting in the south and looking north in the city.

Yangzhou is full of people, under the governance of the king of Wu who is entrenched in the south of the Yangtze River, the Quartet rises to peace for a long time, Baiyun and Dou Chang'an walked along the official road for half an hour, along the way there are pedestrians of different colors coming and going in a hurry, there are people in the rivers and lakes with swords on their backs, there are also merchants in brocade clothes, and there are slaves and servants behind them, and there are also families of three who lead the children out to watch the autumn colors, and they are happy. There is such a prosperous scene outside the suburbs, so that Baiyun can't help but marvel at the prosperity of Yangzhou.

Autumn is rich and dry and dry, after the two walked for a while, Dou Chang'an's mouth was dry, looking around, looking around, looking for a cool restaurant to rest for a while, but looking at the official road of Pingchuan, pedestrians on the road have been disturbed, but only do not see the people who do business on the side of the road, Baiyun is also puzzled, the pedestrians on this road are endless, it is a fool and knows that it is a good place to do business, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is a little mouth plug suddenly, all say that Jiangnan is a rich place that occupies a fertile land, and the people's pockets are rich and oily, and this is probably the reason, one side of the water and soil raises a person, there is no need to eat, drink, eat and drink without worry, who is willing to be beaten by the wind and rain, put a few tables and chairs on the official road, a few more ingots of tasteless silver every day, it is better to go to the Qinglou to turn a few circles and a few ingots of silver to be happy.

Bai Yun's thoughts were quickly interrupted, and there were loud shouts in the distance, and the two of them followed the sound to see from afar, and a white-haired old man was carrying two large barrels along the official road.

"Sour plum soup, iced sour plum soup!" the old man shouted a few times and picked up the towel on his shoulder, gently wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and then continued to shout.

Wangmei quenched her thirst, Dou Changan swallowed his saliva with a movement of his throat, his eyes shone like gold, and he strode forward in three steps as two steps.

"Two bowls of sour plum soup, chilled. Dou Changan took out two ingots of broken silver and handed them to the old man.

The old man didn't take the silver, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, you don't need so much, I only need one copper plate for a bowl of iced sour plum soup, and you can give me two copper plates." ”

Dou Changan simply put the broken silver on the lid of the barrel, and said solemnly: "My mouth is very dry, so I think I bought all your sour plum soup?"

The white-haired old man carried a bucket full of sour plum soup, his back was as stiff as a hill, and his old face blossomed and said, "That's done." ”

Bai Yun was thoughtful, Dou Chang'an, who could talk all day for half a copper plate of wine money on weekdays, was willing to spend two ingots of broken silver to buy two bowls of sour plum soup.

The old man smiled, unloaded the burden and heavy bucket under the shade of the tree on the side of the road, opened one of the buckets and took out two porcelain bowls, and then opened another bucket full of sour plum soup.

The two took the sour plum soup made by the old man, squatted in the shade of the tree and gluttonized with relish.

"Enjoyable. Dou Changan drank half a porcelain bowl of sour plum soup in one gulp, and praised it.

Bai Yun took a sip of sour plum soup, the cold feeling penetrated his spleen and stomach, and there was an indescribable heartiness and comfort, but he stared at the green plum floating in the bowl in a daze.

Dou Changan gave Bai Yun an elbow and said, "Why are you stunned, is it because the sour plum soup is not sour enough?"

Bai Yun relieved himself, shook his head and said, "I remembered that time when I practiced swords on Feilai Peak, sweating like rain in the hot summer, my junior sister 。。。。。。 The senior sister will also cook sour plum soup and send it. ”

Bai Yun shook the porcelain bowl again and smiled like a flower: "It tastes great." ”

Dou Changan brought the porcelain bowl to his mouth, took a sip, and sucked the pickled green plum into his mouth, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were immediately squeezed into a ball, and the sourness went straight to the root of his teeth: "Sour plum soup is not all the same taste, the difference is which piece the sour taste goes, some people love to drink the sour soup with moderate sourness, which is sweet and moistens the spleen and stomach, while some people love to drink the sour soup that is so sour that they lose their teeth to quench their thirst." ”

"Then which one do you like to drink?" Bai Yun asked for no reason.

Dou Changan turned his head, savored the sourness of the green plum, and said slowly: "She has cooked the sour plum soup in the world, although the sour is not slippery, but I think it is the best sour plum soup in the world." ”

Bai Yun originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the lonely expression of the middle-aged man, he suppressed his tongue with a thousand words, he probably really loved that woman.

A group of five big men with three thick knives passed by, and saw a stall selling sour plum soup under the shade of the trees on the side of the road, so they asked the old man for five bowls of sour plum soup.

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Guest officer, I'm really sorry, today's sour plum soup has been sold out." ”

The strong man at the head glanced at the wooden barrel full of sour soup, and asked in a thick Shu accent: "Old man, are you playing monkey? Your bucket is obviously full of sour plum soup, and you actually say that it is sold out?" Or do you look down on us outsiders?"

"Guest, you misunderstood. The white-haired old man apologized again and again: "There is indeed sour plum soup left in this bucket, but it was all bought by the guest officer." ”

Dou Changan squatted under the tree and looked at his nose and nose, and he didn't take a look at the big man in Xishu at all, and he was probably afraid that the old man would make unnecessary trouble, so he unexpectedly became a good person, and said generously: "I have drunk enough sour plum soup, and I don't want the rest." ”

The old man wanted to speak and stopped, but the strong man with a sword and a sword was really scary, so he had to serve them sour plum soup.

Five burly men each held the sour plum soup and sat on the ground next to Dou Changan and Bai Yun.

Dou Changan drank all the sour plum soup and burped.

One of the strong men was very displeased when he heard this, but he didn't reveal it too much, and glanced at the wooden sword in Bai Yun's hand and Dou Chang'an, who was full of scum, deliberately raised his voice, and insinuated to his brother: "The rivers and lakes in the south of the Yangtze River are very wide, and fish, shrimp and crabs are everywhere. ”