Qingfeng Town, which is still hundreds of miles away from Fenghua Prefecture, because of the largest wharf on the bank of the Qiuxing River, in just 20 years, it has jumped from a remote village that no one cares about to a large-scale feng shui treasure that is not inferior to the famous town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Legend has it that the old people in the town asked the master to see it, saying that this is the place where dragon qi is accumulated, and it will be prosperous in the future, and now it is also in response to that sentence.

However, no one remembers how the physiognomy was, on the dock and in the town, there were crowds of people, so it was not lively.

The sound of horses' hooves came from their ears, and the pedestrians on the pier looked sideways, but they were only curious, not the slightest surprise.

I saw a white-robed sword-carrying boy, boasting a small bag on his shoulder, galloping into the town on horseback, and suddenly stopped, and the hard horseshoe ploughed two deep ravines in the ground.

Turning over and dismounting, people just retract their gaze and continue to go about their business.

Although the white-clothed swordsman looks quite extraordinary, he is not very eye-catching in this mixed town.

The swordsman didn't look for an inn to rest, but went straight to Qingfeng Town's famous wine alley.

As the name suggests, this is a very deep alley for selling wine, often two hundred paces, four or five steps wide, with moss-covered brick and stone walls, extremely clammy and cold, but rare people coming and going.

There are windows open on the walls on both sides of the road, and there are old and young wine sellers lazily lying in the windows, dealing with the customers who buy alcohol.

Although Qingfeng Town has only begun to prosper in the past 20 years, the history of this wine lane has been for a while, but with the prosperity of the town, it has once again made a name for itself in the surrounding area, and many shops are branded with century-old brands.

The smell of wine wafts in the wine alley, intoxicating, even if you don't buy alcohol, come here for two or three trips, smell all kinds of wine, almost can get people drunk.

All the people who come here are elegant guests, and they are all good drinkers.

The white-clothed swordsman did not choose the liquor shops with golden signs and people coming and going in front of the windows, but stepped into the depths of the alley and found an extremely strange window.

Why weirdness?

Because this window is different from the huge windows of other houses, it is only one foot square, and there is a black hole in it, and nothing can be seen, like a hole in the wall.

There was a strong smell of sake lees coming from the cave, and people didn't want to go near it.

Only a very small number of regular customers know about the doorway here, and when Li Wenshuo came last time, he also knew this by chance, so there were only two or three people in front of Li Wenshuo's line.

I saw the person in front of me, took out a small note with writing and silver coins and handed it in, and after a while, a white and tender little hand sent out the wine.

Looking at the style of the wine bottle, it is the best grain wine, Li Wenshuo has tasted it, it is extremely spicy, although it is mellow and fragrant, but it is not brilliant.

The wine sellers of this winery, who make their own wine and sell their own wine, can't get such a rare treasure as monkey brewing on weekdays, but they are never adulterated, and occasionally the kind of daughter red that has been cellared for one or two decades will also notify some old customers.

Finally it was Li Wenshuo's turn, he didn't hand out the note, just put a handful of broken silver in the window that can only be called a stone cave, and said extremely unreasonably: "Give me the best wine in your store." ”

There was silence at the entrance of the cave, and then a calm female voice was heard.

"Have you been to Wanzhou?"

"Well, after a few months and back. ”

"It's lucky that I didn't die after walking for so long. ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo laughed twice, and didn't mind, although the two sides didn't even know each other's names, and they didn't even take a look at each other, but when they talked, it was as casual as the reunion of old friends who had known each other for decades.

Li Wenshuo could use his mind to explore everything in the stone cave, but he still restrained this impulse, and it was no longer interesting to know everything.

"Why don't you take the wine out yet?"

"There is not enough money. ”

"Our relationship, how cheesy it is to talk about money, just mean it. ”

The woman behind the wall answered, but she didn't speak, but after a while, she still didn't see any wine coming out of the hole.

In desperation, Li Wenshuo sighed, grabbed another handful of broken silver and put it on the stone cave, and complained: "You are a little money fan." ”

Li Wenshuo got the wine, talked nonsense with the woman across the wall, and left with a smile.

Found an inn, there is a storyteller in the inn, and Lao Fan is different, this guy with a mustache collects money, two cents per person, of course it's okay not to give, but everyone gives, you don't give, you can't say it on the face.

Li Wenshuo patiently listened to the story, applauded with the visitors, paid the money, and came to the storyteller's table with wine, and said with a smile: "Old man, do you want to taste the twenty-year-old blue and white flowers." ”

Looking at this young man who hadn't seen him for a long time, the man was also suddenly interested, and said: "Why, I haven't seen you for a few months, I still remember my old brother, it's really not easy." ”

Li Wenshuo laughed and said: "Mr. is funny, where do you dare to forget, if you don't dislike it, do you want to take a bite." ”

"Hehe, it's good to have wine to drink, where do you dare to dislike it, besides, the whole wine of your kid, I'm afraid it's not good wine, you are embarrassed to take it out. Mr. Storyteller ridiculed Li Wenshuo, that is, he took the wine jar, tore open the mud, smelled it, and praised the good wine.

Li Wenshuo was also happy, and shouted for Xiao Er to serve a few more plates of good dishes.

Originally, it was not allowed to bring your own alcohol in the store, but seeing that the customer was quite generous and carrying a sword, the shopkeeper also turned a blind eye.

And just like that, the afternoon went by all at once.

"Sir, where is that son of yours, why didn't you see him come to bring you food?"

Hearing this, the storyteller smiled bitterly and said, "That kid went to the border to join the army, and I don't know if I can see each other again in my lifetime." ”

"Look at what you said. Li Wenshuo poured wine into the cup in front of the storyteller again, and said, "You have a hard body, what's the problem with living another one or two decades." ”

Mr. Storyteller also laughed when he heard this, and said: "I know my own body and bones, but I am already an old man this year, and there are not many people who can live for so long in these years, and I have no illness or disaster over the years, even if I sleep and die, it is not worrying, and the relationship between neighbors is good, even if my son does not come back, I am not afraid that no one will collect my body." ”

"Sir chic. Li Wenshuo exclaimed.

Mr. Storyteller drank another drink, smacked his lips, rubbed his fingers on the white mustache, and said with a smile: "At my age, I am dressed in coarse linen clothes, and I walk swaying, how can I be chic?"

"Chic has always been just an attitude, and Mr. Bowen is well-known, and he can still drink half a pot of spirits when he is old, who dares to say that you are not chic?"

After a while, when it was time to tell the story, the old gentleman's face was slightly drunk, and he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and it started again.

Li Wenshuo took a few steps back, and when he reached the crowd, the young male and female customers in the small shop were chatting while listening to books.

When I came out to walk the rivers and lakes, I naturally talked about some things in the rivers and lakes, and most of them were talking about Li Juexian, who was thousands of miles away, first picking Kunlun, and then fighting Wudang, which was much more powerful than the Xiaoyao Marquis who was called Li Wenshuo.

suddenly pulled himself, and Li Wenshuo also pricked up his ears.

Speaking of Li Wenshuo, it was natural to talk about the old things in the rivers and lakes a few days ago, Huashan, and Duguqiu, everyone laughed, and they didn't know where they got all this news.

No one noticed that a man in white with a sword on his back walked out of the inn lightly.

From Wanzhou across Hanzhou, to this near Fenghua Prefecture, thousands of miles, he went all the way quickly, and it only took a few days.

But for the last few hundred miles, he slowed down, and he didn't even ride a horse.

On the one hand, he wanted to meet those old friends on the road, and on the other hand, because what he had to do next was really not something that he could do when he was tired.

Although he acts dissolutely and seems to be careless on weekdays, he is an extremely serious and careful person, and he doesn't want to make mistakes like Zhang Baoding.

Thinking of the famous mountain hundreds of miles away, thinking of the brother who was still guarding the country, he smiled slightly, thinking that although you said that you would go and get the sword back by yourself, but after all, things started because of me, and there must be a result.

I don't want to be angry for you, brother, but also for myself.