The next day, it was just dawn.

The sun rises in the east, and snow falls on the earth.

It rained all night last night, and it turned into snow at some point.

In spring, the weather is a bit unusual.

In particular, it is rare for Namggyi Fortress.

In the city, pear blossoms are blooming in the snow.

Outside the city, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

On horseback, there was a young man with clear eyebrows and eyes, a white robe and a snow victory, and an iron sword tied to his waist.

When we arrived at the famous 'idle' liquor shop outside Namggyi Fortress, the sound of horses' hooves finally stopped.

Roll over and dismount, lift the curtain, and step in.

Behind the boy, there was a gust of wind and snow.

The owner of the wine shop is a white-haired old man, who wears a white-washed moon-white robe all the year round, with a high crown and a yin and yang fish engraved on it.

Compared to the shopkeeper of the wine store, he is more like an old Confucian student.

When he was young, he worshiped the 'Haoran Que', a branch of Confucianism in the 'Thirty-six Families of Kyushu', so the old man preferred to call him 'Mr. Nine' more among drinkers.

"It's Liu Gongzi who is here!"

Mr. Nine knew the young man.

Since two years ago, young people have come at the beginning of every month.

One person, a pot of wine, sit all day.

I also asked the young man what his surname was and where he lived.

The young man only said that his surname was Liu, and said that he had made an appointment with an old friend to meet here.

This is two years in a hurry.

Perhaps because of the snowy weather, the noisy liquor shops on weekdays seem to be much deserted.

There are seven or eight tables, including Liu Gongzi, who has just opened the curtain and entered, and there are only five drinkers.

"Mr. Nine!" Liu Xiaofan nodded and smiled, raised his hand and threw a few taels of broken silver on the cabinet, "The old rule, two catties of rice wine, a plate of white lotus root, and three taels of fresh bamboo shoots and vegetarian fried." ”

There is a blind woman in the wine shop, who plays the piano and sings music on weekdays, but it also attracts a lot of business for the wine shop.

I heard that Mr. Nine brought it back from outside many years ago, and named it Yi Pujia.

As for why the surname is Yi?

Come to think of it, Mr. Nine should be based on his surname.

Over the years, the grandfather and grandson have relied on each other, and their lives have been free.

When Liu Xiaofan came in, he just caught up with the girl to play the piano and open her mouth.

"Snow falls in the north, and the south is dressed in white.

I only sigh that this life is shallow, cleansing the mountains and rivers.

There are willows and Mo in the ruins, and they have paid like water.

The homeland is thousands of miles, and there is a lot of sorrow in the space.

......”

The piano has a melodious tone and a gentle tune.

There are thousands of twists and turns in the words, and there are joys and sorrows, and the song is exactly the sentence "Flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young anymore".

In the wine shop, everyone listened attentively, and they all forgot the wine glasses hanging in the air.

Only the son surnamed Liu drank wine with the music of the qin, raised his glass gently, and raised the glass into his throat without hurrying.

There are few customers, but Mr. Nine is also happy to be idle, and opening this wine shop is not for money, but it is just to pass the time that is too much to run out.

Sometimes, living too long can be boring.

Seeing that the young man was only concerned about drinking, Mr. Nine smiled, took a yellow-skinned wine gourd from the wall and held it in his hand, sat down at the table leisurely, and said with a smile: "I seem to have something on my mind when I watch Liu Gongzi?

"It's not a concern!" Putting down the wine glass, Liu Xiaofan said softly: "I came today to say goodbye to Mr. Nine." ”

"Farewell?" Mr. Jiu couldn't help but be stunned, but immediately relieved, stroked his three-inch white beard, nodded, and said meaningfully: "It seems that the person Liu Gongzi is waiting for has already arrived." ”

"Hmm!" Liu Xiaofan raised his wine glass, drank another glass, and said with a smile: "It's here, so you have to go." ”

Mr. Nine bowed his head slightly and did not speak.

He looked at the boy in front of him.

Even if he has lived for nearly 10,000 years like himself, the 'fairy character' in the eyes of secular people is still a little incomprehensible.

Confucianism, although not good at counting, not as good as the Daomen Nine Palaces gossip, but also has the art of face-to-face qi inheritance.

Not to mention two years of hard work, with Mr. Nine's cultivation as his attainment, ordinary people can judge eight or nine at a glance.

Luck geometry, chance geometry, but it is a moment.

But it seems that there is an immortal power deliberately blinded.

After calculating it, to this day, Mr. Nine still can't calculate the future fortune of the young man in front of him.

The more I can't figure it out, the more curious I become.

After a long time, Fang sighed softly and said in his heart.

"An acquaintance is also fate. Mr. Nine pulled out the cork, shook the gourd, and said with a smile: "Farewell today, I want to come to Liu Gongzi for a long time and will not return to Nanzhi City, the old man has no long things, so he will toast Liu Gongzi three cups of turbid wine." ”

I didn't see the old man move, the yellow gourd trembled slightly, and it actually gave birth to human-like hands and feet.

I saw that the yellow-skinned gourd turned over in Mr. Jiu's palm, and immediately jumped onto the table, made a gesture at Liu Xiaofan, and then spread out his palm as if he wanted to ask for some reward.

Liu Xiaofan was slightly stunned, smiled knowingly, and said interestingly.

Put down the chopsticks, flip the palm of your hand, and throw a copper coin, which happens to land on the palm of the 'yellow gourd', impartially.

The 'yellow gourd' made another wave, and then walked slowly to the young man's wine glass.

"My old friend has this character, Liu Gongzi is not strange. Mr. Nine stroked his beard, smiled, waved his fingers, and said 'Qi' in his mouth, and saw the amber liquor syrup gushing out of the gourd, gathering a line and falling into the white porcelain wine glass on the table.

No more, no less, exactly three, two, three dollars.

For a while, the house was filled with the smell of wine.

The guests at the next table were a middle-aged couple with two and a half children.

The man was as burly as a bear, but he had a face as handsome as a woman, and his face was white and beardless.

The female is just the opposite, with a bee waist and thin buttocks, but her appearance is extremely rough, which is not at all like what a woman should have.

The two children, who are only eleven or twelve years old, are both white-headed.

His white hair was like snow outside the window, casually draped over his shoulders.

The family of four was not surprised, but they were not attracted by the scene in front of them, and focused on listening to music and eating vegetables.

The younger child was supposed to turn his head to look, but he was reprimanded by his mother.

With a wave of his robe, the yellow gourd on the table disappeared, Mr. Jiu smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said: "It's not a good wine, but it's the best thing to do now, Liu Gongzi don't dislike it." ”

"Mr. Nine's methods are mysterious, which opens the eyes of the younger generations. ”

After that, Liu Xiaofan picked up the wine glass and threw it up.

When the wine entered his throat, a warmth swept away from his chest and abdomen.

Liu Xiaofan only felt that the blood and qi were churning all over his body, and the eight veins of the strange meridians were extremely comfortable.

Although it was only three or two, it was also a little drunk.

"Mr. Nine's great kindness, the younger generation can't repay it. ”

Knowing that the old man intended to fulfill it, Liu Xiaofan hurriedly got up and went to the end.

"It's just a glass of thin wine, how can it be a great favor. The old man waved his hand, not caring at all, and sighed: "It's a pity, with your current cultivation as a drink, it is already the limit." No matter how much it is, it will be harmful. ”

"Get up, it's the same vein, Liu Gongzi doesn't need to be like this. Seeing the young man like this, the old man bowed slightly, coughed lightly, and continued: "Among the peers, the old man asked himself that except for Zhuge Wuhou of the Heavenly Machine Building, he should be counted as a last resort. But since you came here two years ago, you always feel that you can't see through it. Although I don't know who Liu Gongzi is waiting for, I can calculate that you will have a catastrophe in response to that person in the near future. This wine masterpiece three life drunk, is the old decay to the overseas fairy mountain Penglai to take the fruit of the ancestral root as the main ingredient brewed, one or two can calm the soul, two two can be solid, three or two can condense the consciousness is not dispersed, I hope the critical time can help you one or two. ”

Sitting back at the table, Liu Xiaofan looked at the old man and hesitated: "Mr. Nine is also ......"

"I'm a human, not a demon, but I grew up in the ruins. The old man picked up a piece of white lotus root with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew it carefully, swallowed it, and said with a smile: "You are surnamed Liu, and you have passed the technique of the Water Moon Mirror Flower of the Yimu Demon Clan of the Ruins Kingdom, so it should be true that you are the descendants of Liu Zu." When I returned to the Ruins in my early years, the ancestors of your lineage were very kind to me. A few years ago, I heard that there was a change in the country of Guixu, but when I arrived, the Liuzu family and the Yimu demon clan were nowhere to be found. Now, when I see the descendants of my former benefactors, I should take care of them. ”

Seeing that Liu Xiaofan was silent, Mr. Nine could guess the young man's thoughts, put down his chopsticks, and said slowly: "You don't have to dig into who the old man is, it's all an ordinary old man who sells wine." ”

"Okay!" Liu Xiaofan nodded and said seriously: "Mr. Nine said so, the juniors should obey it." ”

Glancing at the wind and snow outside the window, the old man's face was a little struggling, and after a little consideration, he said: "Young Master Liu, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not. ”

"Mr. Nine might as well say bluntly, and the younger generations will listen to the teachings of their predecessors. ”

Although Liu Xiaofan's face was calm, his heart was already turbulent.

In the past, I didn't think it was just an ordinary liquor store that was used as a temporary resting place when I came to Namggyi City.

It seems that it is not as ordinary as it seems.

It wasn't until today that the old man sitting across from him opened his mouth, and suddenly realized that this old Confucian 'Mr. Nine', who was just powerless no matter how he looked at it, was actually a master who was hidden in the world.

Poured himself a glass of rice wine, Mr. Jiu raised the glass to his lips, and said with a smile: "The old master inherited the Confucian lineage in the 'Thirty-six Families of Kyushu', and it is ashamed to say that he has practiced for so long, Jiazi has returned to spring and autumn, countless days and moons, and the eight techniques of Confucianism' Gewu, Zhizhi, Killing and Becoming Ren, Righteousness, Self-cultivation, Qi Family, Governing the Country, and Leveling the World', have only learned a little bit of the two techniques of 'self-cultivation' and 'Gewu', and the other six veins are not any of them. ”

"Although I only know a little bit about it, I have to sigh that the ancestor is talented, and the technique of 'Gewu' is cultivated to a high depth, and the deduction of the fortune of the Heavenly Dao is enough to be comparable to the "Bagua" passed down by the Daomen. ”

Taking a sip, Mr. Nine said again: "Fang Cai, when the old man saw Liu Gongzi enter my wine shop, he couldn't help but have a whim, so he used the technique of 'Gewu' to make a slight calculation, and occasionally got a corner of the future related to Liu Gongzi. There is a way that the heavens cannot be revealed, although the old man is worried that the curse of heaven cannot be made clear to you, but he can send Liu Gongzi a word, and I hope to remember it in my heart. ”

After drinking a cup and drinking again, the old man slowly spoke: "There are sycamores on the south branch, and the vermilion bird can live on it." The North Sea contains a bright moon, and it inhabits nine phoenixes. The bright moon leans on the sycamore, the nine phoenixes should be robbed, and the Vermilion Bird is nirvana. The heart of the child is not negative, and the Suzaku can be reborn in the fire. ”

The first half of the sentence was okay, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, Liu Xiaofan was shocked, and hurriedly got up and raised his glass to salute, and said respectfully: "What the seniors say, the younger generations will always remember it in their hearts!"

......

As night fades, the moon is full.

The wind and snow are no more, and the sky is cloudless.

Outside the wine shop, Liu Xiaofan made a gesture at the old man who sent him out.

Turn over and get on the horse and no longer stop, all the way north.

Mr. Nine watched the young man's figure go away, then stroked his beard and smiled, and was about to turn around and go back to the wine shop, but his face changed slightly.

His eyelids were slightly raised, and he looked in a certain direction above the sky, and his voice was calm: "Which master is visiting?

"It's me, Jian Lao Jiu!"

Before the sound fell, the person had arrived.

Gently flicking the dust, the old Dao crane looked at Mr. Jiu with a smile on his face, "When did you become so generous?

Seeing the old way, Mr. Jiu's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he immediately smiled and said: "Seniors, don't make fun of me, since the little baby can be favored by Aolai and seniors, let me take out a few taels of turbid wine, what's the matter? ”

"My old friend can get your apprentice grandson, it's a blessing for the Confucian family!" The smile in the old Dao's eyes grew, and he said slowly: "Did you ever use the 'Gewu' technique to deduce this young man of the Liu family to no avail? Now it doesn't hurt to tell you, this little guy is indeed in the ruins of the Liu Ancestor's bloodline, but he is surnamed Jiang!"

"What?" Mr. Nine was slightly stunned, breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly said: "The Jiang family has a vermilion bird, and it can perch on the sycamore, no wonder it is so ......"

Immediately, he was a little puzzled and said: "Fang Cai, I entered the long river of fate with the technique of 'Gewu', and I once saw the bright moon leaning on the side of the sycamore, and the little baby is the Jiang family's Vermilion Bird, and the bright moon is ......?"

After a little silence, the old Taoist said slowly: "Beihai, Xuanyuan Hill!"