When the three words "daughter red" came out of Tang Qing's mouth slowly, the scholar on the side suddenly chuckled in his heart.

Others don't know about it, he's different. has been with the fourth master for many years, just from the mouths of those talkative maids in the house, I have heard many different versions of the incident back then, but it is limited to the private rights of the subordinates, and no one dares to talk about it in public, what I am afraid of is this fourth master, which can be said to be the biggest reverse scale on Tang Qing's body.

The scholar was still surprised in his heart why Mr. Yu would mention "daughter red" to a hairy boy who met for the first time, but Mu Sanqian didn't know what else could be in it.

"The family teacher has always been strict and does not allow us to drink, but I also know that this daughter red is another name for Huadiao wine, is there any interesting statement in this?"

The monk Taoist priest on Wudang Mountain specializes in practice, and naturally he is strict with the law and will not indulge, learning to control his own desires is the first lesson of the practitioner, whether it is the desire of the tongue or others, many Taoists will cut off the mortal dust on their lips, in fact, compared to power and money, eating, drinking and having fun seems to be a more difficult thing to discard.

Mu Sanqian is not like the elder brother Chen Changming, who respects wine and meat, but he really doesn't have to drink wine in the mountains, and most of the wine of Guoxiangniang is fruit wine, and even rice wine is rare.

"Daughter red is naturally rice wine, and it is also Huadiao wine. However, daughter red can be regarded as precious in rice wine. ”

Although Tang Qing is nearly forty years old, just looking at his appearance will make people have the illusion of not being thirty, and the biggest reason for this is that Tang Qing's skin is white, white and firm, and there is always a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, which will make people feel close. The Tang family has been casting swords for generations, and the clansmen are almost accompanied by the fire all day long, and most of the Tang family members are red or black under the years of smoking, but Tang Qing is an exception, his talent for sword casting even the current patriarch Tang Lu will be amazed, casting swords, practicing Tang Qing has never been lax, even if he travels abroad, he is out to visit the mine, or visit the famous teacher to practice.

Based on all this, although Tang Qing is the youngest among the several masters of the Tang family, he is the highest in cultivation.

He smiled freely, and then told Mu Sanqian about the origin of the name "daughter red".

"If the Jiangnan family gives birth to a daughter, they will bury three jars of rice wine next to the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, the family has a daughter who has just grown up, and the three jars of rice wine will become more and more mellow with the daughter growing up, and the three jars of rice wine buried next to the tree will also be taken out as a congratulatory gift for the marriage. ”

Tang Lu obviously had a smile on the corner of his mouth when he talked about these again, but there seemed to be a little sadness hidden in his eyes, his slender and white fingers twisted a bamboo chopstick, and he knocked twice on the edge of the wine bowl as he spoke.

"It turns out that there is still this custom, and the master has never told me about these things. ”

Mu Sanqian thought about it for a while, and the monk master was from Disha, so he naturally didn't know some customs in the south of the Yangtze River, and Master Zhang Mingjun had been a Taoist real person all his life, not to mention his daughter, he didn't even have a daughter-in-law, so naturally he wouldn't bury wine.

"It's just that this kind of daughter is unavoidable, and if the son wants to feast on it, it depends on his luck. ”

Mr. Jing said that his daughter red is a precious dowry prepared by his father for his daughter, and if he can't drink it, he can only regret that he doesn't have that mouth. However, I think that compared with the rice wine in Jiangnan, the sand knife wine and wine in my hometown are still delicious. ”

"It's the first time I've heard of this kind of wine. ”

Tang Qing's biggest hobby in addition to sword casting practice is wine tasting, he knows what Mu Sanqian said about wine, and he has bought a few pots from caravans from afar, but it is the first time he has heard of sand knife wine.

"It's also brewed by the croppers themselves, and the taste is stronger. ”

"By the way, sir, haven't asked for the name of the gentleman?"

After Mu Sanqian finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake in his words, wouldn't he have leaked all his family wealth if he said a few more words?

Although Tang Qing vaguely guessed the identity of Mu Sanqian and the others, he didn't know what their purpose was for stopping in Xiangyang, Rao still had an intuition, today's chance encounter was just the beginning, maybe something more interesting would happen between them.

"It's fate to meet, and why do we need to ask for names if we talk so happily, if there is fate, I'm sure we'll meet again, what do you say?"

"What the gentleman said is very true. See you soon. ”

Mu Sanqian's heart chilled for a while, although this person felt friendly and not pretentious, and he felt sincere when he spoke, but the two men always said that there was no fate, which was really difficult for people to adapt.

After saying goodbye from the restaurant, Mu Sanqian was not in a hurry to go to Tang's house.

The group left the swaggering Shunjiang River in Xishu, and Mu Sanqian knew very well that in the distant Tai'an City in the north, in the glorious and majestic palace, there would definitely be their detailed whereabouts, even their words and deeds, on the case of Li Xian, who was regarded as the Holy Lord by thousands of Qiyuan people. No one except for the red clothes knows their identity, so when they go to Tang Mansion, they naturally have to go as a herald.

However, what made Mu Sanqian a little hesitant was that Tang Lu, the head of the Tang family in the mouth of the red clothes, had some friendship with his foreign Gongdu Mountain, if it was difficult to get the help of the Tang family by himself alone, would he need to reveal his identity to Tang Lu?

Mu Sanqian did have some difficulties.

"The person who talked to Brother Xiaomu is very powerful. ”

On the way back to the inn, it was Cao Shuanglu's words that made Mu Sanqian withdraw from his dilemma.

"Do you really think so?"

Cao Shuanglu's eye disease has not healed and he still can't see, but he said that that person is very powerful, not only Mu Sanqian Hongyi, but even Yang Shanzhe also feels strange.

Mu Sanqian asked Cao Shuanglu how she knew, but Cao Shuanglu couldn't say why.

So a few people said that they would wait until they returned to the inn to ask Old Man Ning if Cao Shuanglu's eyes had improved.

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"Sir, you seem cold to people on weekdays, why do you have such a good time chatting with that slippery boy?"

After leaving the restaurant, Tang Qing and the scholar drove the carriage on the trip, and walked slowly in the direction of Tangfu on the stone road that was almost smoothed out in Xiangyang City. The scholar was a little curious about how his master could suddenly say such a thing to a boy of unknown origin, so he couldn't help but be curious and asked through the curtain.

"I taught you how many levels of cultivation there were, do you remember?"

Tang Qing did not answer, but asked the scholar.

"Naturally remember. ”

The boy didn't know what the gentleman meant, but he still began to answer.

"The beginning of cultivation is the realm of first acquaintance, understanding the cultivation method is the realm of reason, knowing the truth of heaven and earth is knowing the realm of fate, and transcending foreign objects will become immortals, which is the most powerful realm of leisure. ”

Tang Qing's scholar was personally selected by him, and unlike other scholars, he didn't need to do those heavy manual work, nor did he have to serve Tang Qing all the time, Tang Qing said that he was talented. So Tang Qing taught him to read and write, and the scholar has always been proud.

"Do you know what kind of realm your husband is now?"

"Sir, you said that you have just stepped into the realm of knowing your fate with one foot, and you may be able to enter the realm of knowing your fate with another ten years of kung fu!"

"Yes, your husband is almost forty years old before he has one foot in the knowledge of fate, just now the kid you said was slippery, he is already at the level of the upper realm of reason!"

"Ahh

The scholar couldn't help but sigh in surprise.

Looking at that kid's appearance, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old at most, is he really that powerful?

"The afterlife is terrifying. ”

Tang Qing couldn't help but admire.

"When you finish reading the last volume of "Daozang", go out and practice by yourself, and it is difficult to have a chance to grow if you always follow me. ”

Tang Qing suddenly thought of something, and then said.

"Oh, got it. ”

When the scholar heard that Mr. Ran had gone out to practice by himself, his mood suddenly fell. He had been with Tang Qing for too long, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was a poor orphan.

Hiding under someone else's wing will never grow up, Sir used to say.