Chapter Ninety-Six

Wang Jianzi looked at Jiaoli Lanyue and vetoed it, and still said softly: "Your master is Xu Xiaoxian, and it does not prevent me Wang Tuniao from becoming your sword servant." ”

Jiaoli Lanyue glanced at the tall woman with the mask, stopped talking, took the wine jar from Lu Zhiming's hand, skillfully slapped away the wine mud, poured four glasses, separated a glass of wine, and symbolically pushed towards Wang Jianzi's side.

The aroma of wine is overflowing, and the house is full of fragrance.

Eighteen dishes were also served.

There is naturally a dish that Xu Xiaoxian likes to eat the 'flower chicken' the most.

Lu Zhiming used a knife to untie a piece of fat chicken wings, sandwiched them into Xu Xiaoxian's bowl, and sighed: "Brother Xiaoxian, it's still Beiju Luzhou, and the stolen chickens are delicious."

The little lady in the township is also pleasing to the eye.

At that time, the little brother in our crotch was just sensible, and when he had a thought, he felt that the girls in the village, regardless of their age, were all as beautiful as flowers and smart.

It's good now, no matter how beautiful the little lady is, no matter how white, the cherry mouth will call again, it is also a burden after the cloud and rain, a bunch of soft meat, and it will be nauseated if you don't change it for three days. ”

Xu Xiaoxian rolled her eyes, squinted and said, "How old were you that year?

Lu Zhiming touched his head and said embarrassedly: "People grow up early." ”

Is it good to understand Xiaoniang at the age of nine?

The tall woman with the mask couldn't see her expression, but the little girl pouted at the big man with some disdain.

"Don't say anything, let's go one. ”

Xu Xiaoxian smiled and picked up his wine glass.

That year, in Beiju Luzhou, Xu Xiaoxian was ten years old, and Lu Zhiming was nine years old.

As for Lu Zhiming's third leg, what an amazing height can he grow to at the age of nine, Xu Xiaoxian has no idea, but he is nearly two heads shorter than Lu Zhiming, he can lift Xu Xiaoxian above his head with one hand, and then put it on his broad shoulders, over the mountains and mountains, as if walking on the ground.

In terms of a single physique, Lu Zhiming, who was only nine years old at the time, is far from enough to describe it as physical surprise.

Because of him, he once grabbed the horn of the cow with one hand, and threw the old ox nearly a thousand catties lightly, ten zhang away.

Capture the dragon and throw the elephant.

Lu Zhifang and Xu Xiaoxian staggered and drank it all.

The wine is spicy, it is also a good wine worth a thousand gold, it is the father of the city lord who knows the fate of the deer, the deer catches the tiger, and has treasured the 'Xiaoxiang old drunkard' for nearly 30 years, the old wine is mellow and fragrant for a long time, and the heartburn in the throat is not low, but the aftertaste is long, after a full cup and then drunk it all, after the overwhelming spiciness, there is a feeling like standing in the clouds, which makes people lose their souls, leaving the infinite reverie of fluttering immortals.

Those bits and pieces of the past, in retrospect, are like this old wine, the older it gets, the longer it is, the more it is treasured, the more aftertaste.

The two men drank cup after cup, but Wang Tuniao kept rubbing the wine glass with his hand, waiting for the little girl's response.

Jiaoli Lanyue picked up the wine glass, took a sip, immediately frowned, and with the strength of the wine, looked at Wang Jianzi and said loudly: "I don't learn swords, what do you want swordsmen to do?" I heard the master say, you have been the swordsman of the 'first floor' kendo leader He Liuzhi, the master said that you are amazing, but Yaya does not think so.

Loyal ministers do not serve the second master, and good women do not marry second husbands.

Wang Jianzi, is this going to be a slave with two surnames? Yaya is not rare. ”

Two house slaves......

The little girl bit these four words very hard.

Lu Zhiming couldn't hold back a smile and turned his head, Xu Xiaoxian pulled the corner of the little girl's clothes, and then laughed again.

Wang Tuniao, who has always been known for his king's sword and temper, didn't care, picked up the wine glass, smelled it, put it down, looked at the horn of Lanyue, and said unrelentingly: "As the old saying goes, 'A leaf blinds the eyes, you don't see the mountain, two beans plug the ears, and you don't smell the thunder.'" ’

The girl doesn't understand it now, but she will understand it after all.

The girl is born with a sword, and the sword is like a left and right hand for the girl, and it is also like a second life, and it is more like the blood flowing in the girl's bones.

The sword and the way are the spirit and soul of the sword, how can they be suppressed. ”

Jiaoli Lanyue shook her head with some disgust, picked up the 'old drunkard' who had a sip of the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine was spicy, and the little girl drank so hard that she choked on tears.

Xu Xiaoxian reached out to wipe away the tears choking from the corners of her eyes, patted the little girl's back, looked at the tall woman with the mask, and smiled apologetically.

Wang Jianzi didn't respond, and slowly scooped a small half bowl of beautiful soup from the 'Old Ginseng Duer Soup', picked up a small spoon, and tasted it.

Finally, after a cup of 'old drunkard', Jiaoli Lanyue, who had relieved herself, unexpectedly sandwiched a chicken brain case and stuffed it into Wang Tuniao's soup bowl.

Heartless and heartless: "The bird-like one who hides his head and tail, this chicken braincase is more honest than you." ”

Xu Xiaoxian Lu glanced at each other, both dumbfounded.

He Liuzhi, the leader of the 'first floor' kendo class, Wang Tuniao, who was no less than He Liuzhi in kendo cultivation, slowly raised his head, put down the spoon, and wiped his cheek with one hand.

The black mask on Wang Jianzi's face, which was not materialized, was instantly shattered into powder.

It was a beautiful face, no age, the nose was tall and small, the thin lips were not ruddy, but the face was a kind of frenzied paleness, and there were two flying scars on the left side of the face, which made this sickly, even the eyes reveal a pale face, which is shocking.

Maybe she has been wearing a mask for a long time, and she looks lifeless, just like the 'Youying Mother' worshiped in the Yin Temple.

Wang Jianzi.

Taking off the mask that had bound her for sixteen years, as if she had untied the shackles of her soul, Wang Tuniao let out a long sigh, grinned at Jiaoli Lanyue, and said softly: "Girl, you see, it's not difficult to be honest. ”

Lanyue turned her head away.

The pale face that was a little scary was not beautiful to laugh at.

"You don't have a good face, drink more soup. Jiaoli Lanyue didn't look at Wang Jianzi, but squeezed out a few words from her teeth.

Wang Tuniao said softly: "Okay." ”

One seat, no more words.

......

Autumn nights.

Gorgeous.

The sky is full of stars, although it is far away, it can be seen clearly.

The crooked crescent moon climbed into the sky, and the brilliance lost the cunning of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are two huge osmanthus trees growing together in the Golden Cinnamon Garden, and there is a tree house on the huge branches of the two trees.

Xu Xiaoxian climbed on the roof of the tree, and Lu Zhiming had to sit on a solid branch because of his too strong body.

Night, quietly.

There is also the residual fragrance of golden osmanthus flowers secretly blending into the night, not so strong, not so fragrant.

Xu Xiaoxian was lying on the roof of the tree, but Lu Zhiming picked a leaf, put it in his mouth, and blew an unknown tune.

Not sad or happy.

The song was hummed by Xu Xiaoxian when he was a child, without a theme or main theme.

Somehow, the deer learned to know his fate.

After finishing the song, Lu Zhizhi said for no reason: "I heard that there is a woman in Baitu City, who is the Oiran who came down from the famous flower boat 'Looking Back' in Shacheng.

She is veiled all day long, wrapped in flowers, I don't know if the two lumps of flesh on her chest are big, but the small mouth sings a first-class and pleasant ear, which can crisp people's bones and slag.

In the early days, my right eye kept jumping, and the magpies in Jinguiyuan didn't dare to go home, but tonight the magpies came back, thinking that it was a sign and better.

That white gauze Oiran is now in the city's 'Qingfeng Lane', do you want to go and see it?"

Sand City 'looks back' at the Oiran on the flower boat?

Isn't it the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish who were clicked by themselves?

Is there anyone else?

Xu Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows and made an expression that he was familiar with.

Back then, in Beiju Luzhou, whether it was about to steal chickens and ducks, or to peek at Sister Zhu's white belly, the two of them were afraid that the old Taoist Li Daniu would know, it was this kind of expression that you know me, but the sky and the earth don't know.