The early morning sun has just climbed the sundial, and the coolness of the night has not had time to dissipate, and the construction time can be traced back to the three zhang city walls of the former dynasty, and the official road is full of lively cries on both sides.

The fourth year of Xining is a rare harvest year, and there are no disasters or disasters.

Since there were no victims gathered in Luzhou City, even the sad winter day added a little cheerfulness, and the good mood continued until the spring breeze.

Traders carried burdens or baskets, drove cattle and gathered into a large-scale grass market. The city has everything from the finest leather and medicinal herbs to chopped firewood, and there are even people who set up stalls and shout ancient treasure maps dug out of the ground.

How much this kind of thing can sell depends on the quality of the seller's mouth. Well said, naturally long live the fortune, but be careful, and then learn that the deceived buyer will eventually come to the door and beat him violently.

Coming out of the grass market, with the spring breeze sweeping the rows of poplars by the river, passing through the small houses and courtyards that are like a long and horizontal space, you will arrive at the east of the city.

In the depths of the alley full of wine, the jujube-colored wine flag swaggers in the wind.

Anyone who has been to Luzhou City knows that it is the strongest wine in Huainan that is bought here. From morning to night, guests come to drink, many of them are chivalrous people who mix the rivers and lakes, most of them can spend a lot of money, but it is common for them to fight when they are drunk.

Therefore, in the most conspicuous position in the store, there is a plaque, which is rumored to be a well-known swordsman who left his name on the weapon spectrum, and wrote three big characters when he was drunk-

Go out and fight.

Going out to the liquor shop is also doing good business this morning.

"Erniang-" The old customer grabbed a seat with ease, knocked on the table and shouted into the curtain, "Take a pot of good wine, with three vegetables and a plate of beef!"

"Roger. ”

It was Erniang who was called, but what came out of the store was a young man, with sword eyes and starry eyebrows, and the animal tooth ornament hanging on his neck was eye-catching.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was already five feet seven or eight tall, wearing a white-washed half-torn cotton shirt, a pair of burlap trousers, and a few points of oil stains in front of the placket were eye-catching.

But he was no ordinary poor scholar, for he wore brand-new cowhide boots on his feet, with delicate patterns and even traces of jewels, but the beads had long been torn off, leaving only three or two threads to float comically outside.

Around his waist was a dirty scroll that had been soaked in oil for three days and three nights.

It's really poor and can't wear such expensive shoes on your feet.

A true reader would not abuse books like this.

In particular, the corners of the young man's mouth are always chic from time to time, even if he doesn't smile, he still has three points of laughter, seven points of laziness, and a taste of not caring no matter what happens.

This maverick appearance, in the wine shops that are accustomed to poor scholars and rivers and lakes, is like a new scenery, which is quite eye-catching.

"Yo, it's you. The old patron drooped down when he saw the young man's face, and then poked his head out to peek into the curtain, "Where is Erniang?"

The young man put the beef on the guest's table, covered the curtain with his body, and smiled warmly: "She is uncomfortable today and is recuperating at home." If you want to warm the wine, I can help. ”

"Forget it, let's pick up the ready-made. Erniang warm wine, that is called warm wine lady. The old patron pouted dissatisfiedly, "You warm wine, can you still be called a warm wine boy?"

"Wrong, it's not the warm wine boy, but the warm wine noble son. The young man replied with a grin, and there was no displeasure in his words.

There are three musts for going out to a wine shop.

Needless to say, it's a great wine.

The second must is the warm wine lady Erniang, who is in the store at a young age, and her appearance is delicate and refined. While drinking, the guests admired her showing her fair wrists and gracefully fiddling with the wine utensils, which was a special taste.

The third one left is the young man who came out to greet the guests.

The only son of the once unspeakably expensive Ling family, Ling Dalang.

Lingqian Mountain.

Half a year ago, the teenager came to work in the winery, and it has become a scene in the east of the city. In order to appreciate the posture of the young master in distress, everyone came from thousands of miles to watch, but he was not ashamed, but proud.

Although it was not easy at first, it quickly became dry, and it seemed that he was willing and dedicated to being a shopkeeper.

So outsiders all said, the Ling family is completely finished.

Ling Qianshan served all the dishes to the old customer, turned around and returned to the backyard of the store. When passing by the kitchen, he casually took out a few slices of cooked beef and threw them straight into the yard, and before the meat could hit the ground, a silvery-white figure vigorously bit the food from mid-air.

"Xiaobai, your skills are getting better and better. ”

The silver white wolf, who stood up about the same as a human, heard the young man's leisurely, monkey-like tone, let out a few muffled grunts in dissatisfaction, and glared at Qianshan like a warning.

It grabbed the meat in its mouth, swayed into the wood-pyrew in the corner of the courtyard, and set up a table with its paws to serve as a rice bowl, and began to enjoy today's breakfast.

Ling Qianshan shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Tsk, this guy is about to become a sperm." ”

"Brother Ling, yesterday I heard from the guests that the demons and spirits all became beasts, Xiaobai will not be a goblin, so it is better to ask the Taoist priest to take a look. ”

I don't know when, a girl came out from behind Ling Qianshan, she hid behind, grabbed Ling Qianshan's clothes, and looked at Xiaobai who was dining curiously.

"Erniang, how many times have you said it, it's called the Xuan clan, and it's not the same concept as demons and spirits. Ling Qianshan turned around helplessly, "Xiaobai has lived in my house for three years, and I haven't seen it eat me." If it's a clan of the Xuan clan, I'm still a sword immortal. ”

"Phew, shameless!" the yellow-haired girl staggered away, and the corners of her childish mouth were high. When there are no outsiders, she won't pretend to be a warm wine lady, "Hmph, if you are a sword immortal, I am Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

"I listened to me yesterday and remembered this. Ling Qianshan affectionately scraped the bridge of her nose.

"But I went to the monk's temple and asked, there has never been a female Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Buddhist classics, they are all men, Brother Ling, you are making up stories again. ”

"Maybe it's not in this world, but it's in the world of my dreams. Ling Qianshan shrugged and said.

"A world where a woman's family can also do big things?" Erniang raised her head, her eyes curved like the moon were full of smiles. Maybe it's because of the mixed blood of the Western Regions, her eyes are slightly sunken, and her personality is even more lively, "Brother Ling started talking nonsense again. ”

"Maybe. ”

Ling Qianshan sighed.

This world is not the world he knows, nor is it the recorded past. He had read many history books in this world and found many of the passages in the books to be plausible.

The prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty is still the superior state of the Heavenly Empire, but it is the world of the Chai family that you don't know at all.

Immediately afterwards, in the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, General Guo led three Jiedu envoys to abolish the Tang Dynasty and set the Zhou.

These three Jiedu envoys, together with the Chai family of Chan Rang, became the four pillars of the Zhou Dynasty - among them, the Hua family was in charge of military affairs, the Chai family was in charge of Wenzhi, the Ling family was in charge of salt and iron, and the Ling family was in charge of espionage - and they defended the Guo Dynasty, constituting the ninety-nine years of history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And as the eldest son of the concubine, on the day when the Ling family landed, the commander of the Hua clan was dressed in a yellow robe and forced Guo Clan Chan to give up the throne. Emperor Taizu redefined the nine-road, sixteen-state cities, and seventy-two counties and counties, and established the country as "Song".

Four years later, the Ling family moved from the town of Gi to the city of Luzhou.

History is gradually moving towards inevitability in coincidence.

When Ling Qianshan was ten years old, Emperor Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty was unfortunately killed in the battle of Liao at Qinzhou Fort on the Fengtian defensive line. The emperor's younger brother ascended the throne in danger and changed to Xining. Two years later, his father transferred the position of head of the family and disappeared.

Eventually—

The bloody night came like this.

The door was full of beheadings, and the holy decree of leaving only one son fell to the ground, slowly spreading out in a pool of blood.

Ling Qianshan once felt that it was probably because of drinking Meng Po soup that the memories brought by him became fader and fainter, like phantoms, and in the end there were only a few fragments that were confused with reality, but it stubbornly reminded himself that he did not belong to this world.

This makes him neither a resident nor a passerby, a lost man living in the cracks, making him addicted to the splendor of the world, but without the slightest desire to dance with it.

But that night, in front of a pool of blood, he opened his eyes for the first time and saw the facts.

He is Ling Qianshan, and regardless of his identity, the truest part is still an incompetent, pitiful, and insignificant monument to mediocrity.

This is true both in the past and now......

It's all the same.

"Brother Ling?" Erniang's low voice was close at hand, Ling Qianshan came back to his senses and looked at the yellow-haired girl who was standing in front of her, biting her lip and feeling uneasy.

She said worriedly, "Did ......I say something wrong just now? It's scary. ”

"No, nothing. ”

Ling Qianshan smiled chicly, rubbing Erniang's little brain, messing up her hard-combed hair, and making her coquettish for a while. But soon, Erniang frowned again:

"Brother Ling, those two bad guys said that they would come to the door today......

Ling Qianshan put aside the thoughts that had arisen before, and he gently comforted Erniang: "It's okay, it's just a splash, leave it to me." Erniang, you will go to the female companion's house to practice embroidery together, so as to save the shopkeeper's complaints. ”

Even if her temperament jumped, the young Erniang still showed her timidity, "I know." ”

Watching Erniang turn around step by step and reluctantly leave the wine shop, Ling Qianshan couldn't help but sigh. The shopkeeper sometimes spoils Erniang too much, which actually does not good for her.

Unfortunately, he can't do anything either.

"Okay, now that you've made a promise. Well, at least it has to be settled. Ling Qianshan returned to the wine shop casually, waiting for the evil guest to come to the door.

The reason for the matter is very simple, yesterday when Erniang and the girl next door were outing, they were unfortunately seen by two broken households, one is called Wang Wu, and the other is called Ma Liu.

I don't know what evil I bumped into, Ma Liugui got into Erniang's idea and stopped them for a while. If it weren't for Lord Zhizhou, who happened to pass by, the two of them were so frightened by the official that they fled with urine, maybe Erniang would have been taken away that day.

Sometimes, no matter how inexplicable the beam is, it can fall from the sky, so there is no need to mind too much.

What you need to mind is what happens next, and, whatever happens—

are able to face the spirit.

Ling Qianshan is really clear about this truth.