Li Wenshuo shook his head, got up from the bed, pushed open the window, and a fiery red sun rose in the purple mist, spewing dazzling flames of light into the surroundings.

It was still morning, and there were no people on the streets, and the vendors on both sides were already busy.

Shochu this thing, the entrance is extremely spicy, the stamina is not small, the ancient books record, the method of shochu with strong wine and dregs into the retort, steaming on the gas, with a vessel to take the drip dew, all rancid wine can be steamed.

Recently, only glutinous rice or millet or rice or barley are steamed, and koji is brewed in an urn for ten days, steamed well with retort, it is as clear as water, the taste is very strong, and the wine is covered with dew.

"But the book doesn't say that this drink is so strong. ”

It's not that Li Wenshuo hasn't drunk soju, when he was on Nanshan, most of the wine in the hotel under the mountain was soju, and he had drunk a lot of it secretly, and his alcohol addiction was also raised at that time.

But the wine in the tavern was not only of inferior quality, but also mostly mixed with water, and none of the cans were as spicy as the ones he drank yesterday, and even now, Li Wenshuo looked groggy.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, an internal force running in the body, if someone stood beside him, he could even hear the sound of gurgling water. After two big weeks, he gradually came to his senses.

The bruise on his right arm had gradually dissipated, and all that remained was to wait for the cracked bone to heal before he could return to his peak.

The Xuantho realm he reached in a state of serious injury still doesn't know how far he can go by really attacking with all his strength.

After pushing open the door, the shopkeeper who was busy on the side greeted him, looked at the "hero" in front of him with excitement, and said with a smile: "This master, you woke up, did you sleep well last night?"

Li Wenshuo said in his heart I slept quite heavily last night, but I didn't even know how I got into bed, where I slept well, but there was still a smile on my face, and said, "What about the two sons who drank with me yesterday?"

The shopkeeper first pointed to the two rooms next to him, and then laughed quietly: "Don't worry, the two sons haven't gotten up yet." ”

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a creak, and the four of them crowded in the wooden corridor, Xue Renhai's clothes were not put on, so he hurriedly said: "You kid, why are you so brainless when you speak, the young master doesn't look like he got up?"

Li Fugui looked like a beautiful son, holding a carved stove that he found out of nowhere, and said with a smile: "Let Brother Li smile, Renhai has been lazy in bed since he was a child, and he hasn't changed it for so many years, and it is already an unprecedented rare thing to get up so early today." ”

Li Wenshuo smiled and waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Renhai, morning is the best time to practice swords, since you are focused on becoming a swordsman, then this will not work." ”

Xue Renhai glared at Li Fugui, his face was flushed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, and said, "Li Daxia, what are your plans next?" ”

"I plan to go back to my hometown in Jiangnan first, and by the way, I will go to Chang'an City to have a look and meet an old friend. ”

Hearing this, Xue Renhai hurriedly said: "I have been in the north for many years, but I haven't been to Jiangnan for a single step, I don't know if I can go along and see the style of Jiangnan?"

Hearing this, Li Fugui sighed, but he didn't speak, Li Wenshuo also laughed, and said, "If you don't dislike it, then go back with me." ”

"What are you two in a hurry, eat first, and go to the horse market to buy three fast horses in a while, or these thousands of miles, you really plan to walk over on foot?"

...

At this moment, on the South Mountain, in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

The old Taoist's already tattered robes have become even more dilapidated in the past few days, full of dust, and there are a few more fire-like holes.

As for the opposite of him, there was a handsome and unusually handsome young man, who was also quite embarrassed and grizzled, holding a beautiful folding knife in his hand and taking a closer look, it was the Baili Chaohua that Li Wenshuo met on Guangyang Mountain.

Baili Chaohua's fingers slid lightly over the blade of the knife, and the bright silver light reflected on his cheeks, illuminating his clear shadow, and he couldn't help but praise loudly.

"It's really a peerless good sword, Ou Yemo, you said that you are a good swordsmith, why did you become a Taoist priest on this mountain. ”

The Taoist who was called Ouye Demon by Baili Chaohua flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and faced this Baili Chaohua, without the slightest good face, and said: "The old man has taken refuge in the Daomen, and he is dedicated to the Dao, what does it matter to you, but you little rabbit cub, just tell me, I have repaired the sword here over the years, given me a few times of money, and how much silver you owe me." ”

Baili Chaohua chuckled, he hadn't given money a few times, he hadn't taken out a copper plate, but every time he provided it was the best iron, especially this time the extraterrestrial meteorite, it was not used up to cast an iron knife at all, and the remaining iron material was still not enough to pay for the casting knife, but it was worth some silver.

"Old man, you said that you are not afraid of getting sick when you live alone on this mountain. ”

Ou Yemo sneered and said, "I still have a kid in my family, but I went out to travel, and I'm afraid it's you who is really alone." ”

Baili Chaohua ignored it, looked down at the folding knife in his hand, a shocking cold glint flashed in his eyes, just like the poignant blade, he glanced up at Ou Yemo, and said: "Old man, I'm gone, and I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in my lifetime." ”

Ou Yemo turned around, picked up the dust that had been thrown on the ground in the past two days, waved his hand and said, "If you want to go, you can go, I think you not only look like a woman, but you are a little more hypocritical than a woman." ”

Baili Chaohua snorted coldly, put the knife into the sheath, turned around and left, without the slightest hesitation.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared on the mountain road that Ou Yemo sighed, his voice filled with endless loneliness.

Walking in front of the old elephant, bowing slightly, saying a sin, the withered finger was pressed on the statue made of stone, with a slight force, the statue weighing a thousand catties was flipped over.

The back of the statue was quite flat, like a huge stone slab, Ou Yemo coughed twice, his fingers slid slightly on the stone slab, and stone chips fell all over the ground, and in the blink of an eye, there were two more words on the slate.

Leisurely

This is the name of Baili Chaohua's folding knife.

There are many words on the stone slab, densely packed, such as Qingshuang, Wan Yan, Broken Teeth, Qianzhuo, and not attacking on it, but he didn't even have the mind to take a look, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the stone statue was reversed, and he couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

As soon as Ou Yemo turned around, he was suddenly stunned, and a more delicate young man appeared in front of him at some point, and he had never seen it before.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Ou Ye Mo frowned, although he was not interested in fighting and killing, but his strength had already reached the Xuantho Middle Realm, if someone could appear behind him silently without being noticed by him, then this person was definitely not as harmless as it seemed to be human-animal lifeless.

The young man looked at the Taoist temple, laughed twice, and finally looked at Ou Ye Mo in front of him, and said loudly: "Ou Ye Mo, I didn't expect that after so many years, you would be such a down-and-out look, why, you created a sword and broken teeth for that person back then, and he didn't give you any benefits?"

Ouyemo's old body trembled, and then he regained his composure, and he still recognized him when he looked at the young body in front of him that did not match the person in his memory in terms of appearance and age.

He bowed slightly, and said with a wry smile: "The sect leader really has contributed to the cultivation, and in the past hundred years of this life, I am afraid that you are the only one who has cultivated." ”

The young man was none other than Li Juexian, who was also the leader of the Demon Sect of the mighty martial arts decades ago, the White Lotus Monk.

"Hehe, you still know me, there is so much less nonsense, I came to you today, mainly to ask you to build a weapon for this seat. ”