Time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, it has entered the cold winter wax moon, and the winter is long, and everything is dormant on the land. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info a horse and a cart alone in the wind and frost, snowflakes fluttering, the north wind is dashing, indescribable elegance and loneliness. In the wind and snow, the wisp of wine amazed the whole winter, reflecting the white snowflakes on the shoulders, and from time to time looking up to drink a sip of wine, the stone looked a little elegant and refined.

After leaving Luoyi, the carriage was driven by the iron banner and went all the way south, and just like that. The loneliness of the journey, instigated by the iron flag, the stone learned to drink, this person cannot indulge in a certain thing, if he is addicted to it, it is either greed or stupidity. Seeing that Liu Mu was drunk and hazy every day, and he was not destroyed by the wine, the stone put down the original shadow and tasted the wine handed by the iron flag, which was very strong and somewhat throat-burning, but it was not spicy, and this kind of wine should have a story.

In the deep winter, if you have to find out which flower blooms in the cold? Then Tieqi did not hesitate to say that it was plum, just like winter like plum, plum in winter, like plum blossoms, and like a lover. There is a way that has not seen the shadow of plum blossoms, do not understand the plum blossoms, such an elegant thing for a group of three people who have nothing to do, where to drink is not to drink, since there is this elegant place, when you need to go to taste this plum wine.

Meizhuang is located in the southernmost part of the south of the Yangtze River, located on the Meishan Mountain, every year in this season full of plum blossoms, can always attract a lot of literati to come, a radius of several miles are pink, white, the embellishment of Meizhuang is extraordinarily chic. The owner of the village, Bian Rang, is a gentleman who does not know martial arts, and Nuoda Meizhuang is taken care of by his wife on weekdays. And this woman, Song Qingqing's background is not simple, she is a member of the Emei faction, and she has been stabbing Jiangnan for many years, and the most talked-about thing is her appearance.

"Young master, there is Meizhuang ahead!" The majestic voice of the iron banner sounded, waking up Liu Mu, who was squinting and pretending to sleep.

Liu Mu raised his hand to lift the curtain of the snow-white fluffy carriage, stared at the mountain in front of him for a moment, and whispered in his mouth: "Good place, I'm looking forward to this plum wine." He turned his head to the iron flag that had already grabbed the frame and jumped off the wheel of the car and stood on the side, and said, "Let's go over! “

Liu Mu's words made Tie Qi laugh directly, and said with a grin: "Young master, look at what you said, who still doesn't know the prestige of the magic knife Liu Mu now, does the master dare not welcome it?"

Since leaving Luoyi, the name of the magic knife Liu Mu has been widely spread all over the world, and Fenglin has been deliberately blackened by people with a heart and has become an ancient demon gate. Liu Mu sometimes couldn't help but think that if Shi didn't say that Fenglin was late, but that the general was drunk, then his wine should be more famous, and wouldn't it be a lot of money to open a winery. The idea had not yet been thoroughly studied and taken root, and he was interrupted from his train of thought.

"Who's coming?"

The guards of Meizhuang are not like ordinary families with subordinates, but are more oriented to the sect. The voices that stood in the way were two young men holding Qingfeng, and the pride on their faces was the kind of pride that came from the bottom of their hearts. This is not to blame them, in the south of the Yangtze River, the name of Meizhuang is better than the government, every year the local parents and officials will bring heavy respects to see, Jiangnan martial arts large and small grievances, as long as Meizhuang reconciles from it, there is no one who does not buy it, so the door guest guards are naturally rising, and there is some superior arrogance.

"Hmph!" Tie Qi pulled the somewhat frightened horse, and snorted coldly with some displeasure, he was able to restrain in front of Liu Mu because of respect, but even the crumbs dared to be presumptuous in front of him, then the dignity of his first-class master would live on the dog, so that cold snort was mixed with a deep inner breath, and listening to it in the ears of the two people was tantamount to a thunderclap, and suddenly his body swayed, dizzy, and his chest tightened uncomfortably.

After a small lesson for the two of them, Tie Qi ignored their pale faces, and shouted straight out: "Fenglin evening, Liu Mu worships the village!" The thick underwear set off, Tie Qi's shouting was like a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, spreading to every corner of Meizhuang, and it was even more shocking that the plum blossoms all over the mountain fell one after another, and the flowers were like a sea for a while. This is the arrogance and strength of a first-class master, those two guards are not worthy of the Iron Banner, looking at the major factions in the rivers and lakes, the strength of the Iron Banner can also make an honorary elder.

Only then did they suppress the throbbing of their hearts, and the two guards were full of buzzing sounds in their ears, and their eyes were full of gold stars. A little shocked when they heard "Fenglin Night, Liu Mu worships the village", they were already paralyzed to the ground, the name of the magic knife has been thunderous recently, that move will be the first-class master of the Mo family, Mo Xiong, the head of the head of the two halves, but it has been confirmed by the five major sects. Thinking about the two of them just now, they also startled Liu Mu's horse, and their pants that were scared for a while were wet.

There was a lot of chaos, and the high drink of the iron flag made the quiet Meizhuang suddenly chaotic, and Bian Rang, who was drinking tea and playing chess alone, spilled a pair of pants with tea in the cup and didn't know it, and jumped up directly after half an hour, knocking the chessboard over on the couch. The mouth kept thinking in pieces: "What to do, what to do, how can the killing god come to my Meizhuang, what should I do......" Look at the situation, how can there be the usual elegance, and the horseman in the market is no different.

If it was in the past, Song Qingqing would definitely blame Bian Rang for being undignified, but when he heard Liu Mu's visit today, he was also out of proportion, and his brows were a little ugly. Since he learned that Liu Mu had gone all the way south, he had sent a message to Song Qingqing in the door, and if he happened to meet Liu Mu and others, he must not have a conflict. Unexpectedly, only a few days later, this person came to the door by himself. After thinking about the gains and losses for a long time, in the end, it was a woman who had seen the world, and got up and said to the side who kept wandering: "You go and change your clothes, I'll go see this Liu Mu." “

Bian Rang, who had already been out of order, nodded busily, and hid in the backyard, and his panicked expression made Song Qingqing a little dissatisfied. Cheering up, Song Qingqing returned to her usual smile, swaying her willow waist towards the gate, and the maid guards followed closely behind.

Liu Mu, who was admiring the plum scenery with his hands, saw a slender and full woman out of the corner of his eye, with a pale cyan dress swaying, like a fairy in a painting. The winter sun shone on her black hair, and the pearl flowers hidden in her hair added three points of beauty to her. She is more beautiful than rumored, not only beautiful, but also glamorous. If there is a kind of woman in this world who can be forgotten if she sees it, Song Qingqing is undoubtedly this kind of person, and she is a rare stunner.

Song Qingqing smiled charmingly, the beads on her head trembled with her smile, and she approached and said goodbye gently, and the snow white that was revealed when she lowered her head made Liu Mu's throat a little dry. The mind is full of a pot of old wine, otherwise it will burn out the brain. Song Qingqing didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and paused for a moment, as if to let Liu Mu look deeper and more carefully. Only then did he get up and raise his head and smile lightly: "I didn't know that the magic knife was coming to my Meizhuang, and the concubine couldn't come in time to greet me, which was rude!"