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From time to time, there are birds singing, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, gradually charming eyes, Asakusa is newborn, and there are no horseshoe.

About sunset, they descended the hill and walked up an avenue, and soon they saw a wine flag in the woods not far away, which was an inn that entertained passers-by.

Ye Qiudi has always been a must-drink in a wine shop, and this time is no exception, he consciously restrained Ma in front of the wine shop and made up his mind not to leave.

Xiao Er of the inn heard the sound of horses' hooves from a distance, and had already greeted him, seeing that Ye Qiudi had stopped, he walked a few steps quickly, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, it will be late, and there is only one store in a radius of ten miles, so let's stay quickly." ”

"Is there any good wine?" Ye Qiudi asked. Miss Ye didn't care about missing the stay.

"Yes, yes, good black wine is by no means something that can be drunk from the side. Xiao Er said attentively.

"Black wine?" Ye Qiudi wondered.

"Hadu wine. Su Musha had already dismounted and helped Ye Qiudi to get off the horse, "The wine is like glue ink, so it has this name." ”

Su Musha instructed Xiao Er to arrange the house, take care of the horses, and then take the lead in leading the group into the inn.

The lobby of the inn is slightly larger, with more than a dozen tables and many drinkers, most of whom are gathered in the center of the hall, surrounded by a Confucian with a goatee.

The Confucian monk was like a river, and he talked endlessly, which attracted a burst of amazement from the onlookers.

Su Musha didn't listen carefully, and first pulled Ye Qiudi to find a seat where no one would disturb him.

The names "Taihu", "Light Rain Sword" and "Sword Plant" that Confucian Sheng spit out continuously attracted Ye Qiudi's attention.

Su Musha sat down, looked around, and saw that in addition to the drinkers surrounding Confucianism, the four drinkers sitting at the door of the inn were all mutilated, either hands or legs.

There are crutches, iron claws, and single knives around them, and they are obviously walking the rivers and lakes.

In the corner of the inn sat two hunchbacks with dirty hair like weeds, and two humps on their backs.

Sitting across from them was a bald man with a shiny head, in stark contrast to his old friend opposite.

The bald man wears a black patch on his left eye, and the black and white eyeball on his right eye is cloudy with yellow.

When he walked in, it was he who stared straight at Su Musha.

Not to be outdone, Su Musha also stared back, until the bald man withdrew his gaze.

"Why are there so many people who are not in good health?" Su Musha said strangely after looking around, he turned his head and saw Ye Qiudi in a trance, held her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qiudi didn't answer, and pointed to the Confucian students in the pile.

"The light rain sword sect is very powerful, right? The light rain sword came out, and the sword shadow in the sky was like a thin drizzle, endless, and people couldn't dodge. Confucius waved his chopsticks and gestured, "At that time, the whole body of the young man in Zhu Yi was shrouded in the shadow of the sword, and when I looked at it, I felt a pity that the man was going to die in the light rain sword." Hey, guess what?"

"What's the matter?" the audience asked in unison.

When Confucius said that he was in a good place, he put one foot on the stool, and the chopsticks were inserted on his waist, "I only heard the sound of 'swish', it was too late, it was fast, and when I saw it clearly, the young man was still hanging the long sword on his waist, and he had already unsheathed and pointed at the throat of the sword plant!"

"Heh!" "Quick, really fast." The person next to him said.

"Is the Sword Plant dead?" someone asked.

"Of course~" Confucian words were dragging on, and the people next to him were already clapping.

"No!" Confucius dragged on for a long time before he spit out two words, making the audience happy.

"It's a pity!" the teased listener paused, "I heard that the disciples of the Weiyu Sword Sect also assassinated the King of Shuobei, and they didn't die, it was really a scourge for thousands of years." ”

"Who says it's not, alas, I heard that the Marquis of Wujun has long been disobedient, and has been secretly recruiting troops and preparing to rebel recently, and the Weiyu Sword Sect is among them. ”

"No, I heard that now Taihu Lake is blocked, and fishermen are not allowed to fish, so they are secretly training. ”

"Alas, it's only been a few years since it was settled, and Jiangbei is still in the hands of the Hu people, so this Qi Jilun is making trouble again. ”

"Hmph, don't look at the fact that the king doesn't care about Qi Jilun now, when he reverses, the Beifu army will arrive immediately, and he will definitely kill him. ”

"Hey, hey. The Confucian chopsticks knocked on the table, "Listen to me, listen to me......"

In the troubled world, human life is like a mustard, everyone has come from the war, and now that the peaceful days have just passed for a few years, I don't want to go to war again, and I naturally care more about the temple than the rivers and lakes.

"Hey, if you want me to say, the closure of Taihu Lake is not just about military training. Confucian changed his strategy and succeeded in regaining the attention of his audience.

"Why then?" someone asked.

"Treasure. ”

"Treasure!" everyone was shocked, and Su Musha was also startled, saying that it would spread all over the rivers and lakes so soon?

"Yes," Confucius nodded, "Didn't you see it at the time, after the sword of the sword of the vegetative Zhu Yi Gongzi pointed out his throat, his face was as frightened as earth, and he was about to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but the prince took the sword away." ”

Confucian was satisfied that he finally brought the topic to the point.

At that time, the boy gave Jian Zhizhi a pill, forced him to swallow it, and told him that if he wanted to live, he had to help him find something. ”

"What is it?" "What a treasure?"

"I don't know. Confucius shook his head.

"But the young man in Zhu Yi later subdued the Taihu bandit capital one by one, and asked them to help him find something, not a treasure, but what else it was. "What Confucianism said is a matter of course.

"It could also be a martial arts cheat. "Someone said.

They argued again.

"Who is this Zhuyi Gongzi, wouldn't he also come for the Soul Song?" Ye Qiudi turned around and asked Su Musha.

"I don't know, what is certain is that Taihu Lake has a treasure that many people covet. Su Musha was also confused, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Now Taihu Lake is about to become a pot of porridge." ”

Xiao Er put all the wine and food on the table at this time.

Because of the river, the freight is low, the venison is very cheap, and the fish and crab are bought regardless of the money, and the inn provides these things, and the wine is also good.

Ye Qiudi couldn't wait to open the mud seal of Heidu wine, and a rich aroma of wine came to his nose.

She took a sip of the jar in her arms, the entrance was sweet but not greasy, a little muddy, and the wine was not pure, but it was also a good wine.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded outside the inn, and soon two more people came in, making Su Mu look at him and said, "The old fox finally can't help but make a move." ”

"What?" Ye Qiudi, who was immersed in drinking, looked up and followed Su Musha's gaze, and saw a blind man walking in with a fortune teller banner of "God Operator".

The pole is slightly thick, dark and shiny, and I don't know what material it is made of.

The sun is still shining, and the inn is bright, and you can see the scars of blinding the eyes of the blind hexagram master at a glance.

"Who is?" asked Ye Qiudi uncertainly.