In the small town of Qingshan, late at night, a cold moon hangs high in the sky.

The streets were full of people, and in the noisy city, a thin light mist filled the streets. I saw an emaciated figure floating by.

Dressed in white, his face is slightly white, his dark black hair is untied behind him, and his dark black eyes are seductive under the eyebrows, with a faint melancholy between the eyebrows, and his lips are red and his teeth are white.

This person's name is Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming has been in this Qingshan town for two or three years, no one knows his background, and he himself has never mentioned it, he usually likes to drink two sips when he has nothing to do, and the people in the town call him a wine jar, and he usually likes to play some swordsmanship, and he knows some subtle ways.

The figure is like a phantom, and with the kung fu of Mo Youcha, Xiao Ming came to the most famous medical clinic in the town

Cultivate a new thatched cottage!

In front of the thatched hall is paved with bronze stone steps, and two large pillars are propped up in front of the door, and a pair of old couplets are written on the pillars.

Shanglian: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, hard work to get mountain Chinese medicine." ”

The next link: "East, west, north and south, diligent for the medical world." ”

Further on is a brown-red gate, like a semi-circular feather fan half-open and half-closed, with a pot of violets on each side of the gate, and a trace of fragrance spreads in the air.

In the fragrance, a slender figure came to him, with long hair slightly curled, messily picking up a few strands and pinning them to the back of his head, showing meticulousness in the mess, and a little more dignified in the restraint.

Under the slender willow eyebrows are pure moon-like pupils, a pair of Qiong Yao's nose on top of the cherry mouth, slightly naughty, shy and affectionate melon seed face, with a little purple white dress gently fluttering with the breeze, in the mist.

"Xixi, do you want Brother Xiao to take you to enjoy the flowers and the moon!" a flirtatious voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Xiao, you're here", Mo Xi covered half of his face with the silk veil in his hand, and said mischievously. "Brother Xiao, you are going to drink again, the whole street is full of your wine, enjoy the flowers and the moon, let's go back and enjoy your wine gourd!"

Before Xiao Ming could speak, Mo Xi turned around and walked into the grass hall and took out a ceramic bottle.

Brother Xiao continued. After speaking, Mo Xi threw the bottle at Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming took the bottle and glanced at it, "Sobering medicine, I still know Brother Xiao at night."

"Of course, who in the town doesn't know that your brother Xiao is a famous wine jar. ”

Xiao Ming smiled knowingly and gradually disappeared into the lonely street.

In the silent air, there was a phrase "See you at night." ”

A drunken night passed.

The sun is slanting in the west, the lively street has become deserted, the town has a touch of crimson afterglow, the afterglow reveals a bit of murderous aura, a ray of blue light along the slanting sun, a cold ice sword stabbed out, stabbed to Xiao Ming's right shoulder, Xiao Ming also noticed it, sideways dodge, the black-clothed man's sword moved at will, the wrist was oblique and the sword was oblique, the peak was on Xiao Ming's neck, Xiao Ming drew his sword to block, and with a bang, the two swords struck each other.

Ming looked at the two sharp swords that had not yet been disassembled, and said "haha", Lao Dao, how can you have time to guide Xiaosheng.

Lao Dao put away the ice sword in his hand, looked up at the tavern and brewed for a moment, twisted his beard and laughed.

"Since the old man is looking for the smell of wine, how can he give advice. The two laughed at each other and walked into the tavern together.

Walking into the tavern, two freshly clashed swords were placed on the table on the right-hand side. Boss, two pots of bamboo leaf green, side dishes are casual, Xiao Ming said.

Xiao Ming is still young, and the old Taoist wine has not gone down, so he has already let go of himself a little, and his tone of voice has gradually lost his stability.

In an instant, Lao Dao rolled up his sleeves, slowly put the empty cup in his hand next to the wine jug, twisted his long beard, looked at Xiao Ming after drinking, and had a whim.

When he was young, the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and it was a period of war, unfortunately he was separated from his family in the war, and he couldn't take care of himself, but he could also take care of others, so he wandered alone in the vast sea of people, and was fortunate to be rescued by the master who had passed away, and taught a Taoist method.

I've known you for a long time, and I've drunk a lot of wine, but I've never heard you talk about your family or your background.

Seeing Xiao Ming's wit, he knew that he had almost drunk, and if he continued to talk to this old man, he was afraid that he would have to explain it clearly.

picked up the wine glass, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and expressed his incoherence after being drunk, "Look at the moon, the family is there." ”

Then he drank all the wine in the wine glass, deliberately poured it on the table, and kept muttering, "Family, this word is so unfamiliar." ”

Lao Dao knew that Xiao Ming was deliberately concealing, Xiao Ming was a principled person, and he knew that Xiao Ming was not drunk, so he should deliberately conceal it, so he said the purpose of going down the mountain this time.

Lao Dao put down the wine glass and mentioned a Jianghu sect "Xuanling Sect", this

The sect is divided into external cultivation and internal cultivation, and it was formally established not long ago, but the tutors are all famous people in the rivers and lakes, and Lao Dao officially became the internal cultivation disciple of this sect.

When Xiao Ming heard words such as "Jianghu", "Zongmen" and "Swordsmanship", his heart was indeed very yearning, after all, he especially loved swordsmanship, but he was a little hesitant and couldn't make up his mind. I just wanted to live a quiet life in Qingshan Town for a long time, but it was a potential opportunity, so I picked up the wine glass on the table, "Bang, Bang" and drank a few glasses, and after drinking, the whole person seemed to be stuck, looking up at the night sky, without saying a word.

Listening to the tone of the old Tao, the "Xuanling Sect" should be hundreds of miles away from Qingshan, where there are many famous teachers, and there are many brothers and sisters who can learn swordsmanship and discuss swordsmanship.

The old Dao sword Xiao Ming was a little hesitant, and he had an idea, and persuaded him: "The wine of "Xuan Ling" Lao Wei has tasted it personally, and it is definitely no less than this pot of bamboo leaf green, where the female academy is not said to be as beautiful as a fairy, but it can be regarded as Chu Chu moving, and the disciples of the class of cultivators are fat and practice martial arts, and they do not have to worry about food and clothing.

Xiao Ming, who was facing extreme temptation, was even more salivating over "Xuanling", thinking that as long as he worked hard, he should have the opportunity to become an internal disciple of the "Xuanling Sect".

When he heard that it was possible to get one tael of silver a month, and that he had the opportunity to become a decent person like the third uncle, Father Han finally made up his mind and agreed.

But Xiao Ming is a calm person, of course he doesn't show his heart, and said to Lao Tao with a little modesty: The rivers and lakes are too big, and these tricks of Xiaosheng are all jokes, and there are so many people who want to enter the "Xuanling" that they are like mud crossing the river, and it is even more difficult to enter the internal cultivation, so I can think twice.

A friend of two or three years, how could Lao Dao not know what Xiao Ming was thinking.

Lao Dao got up, put his saber on the table, twisted his long beard and said to Xiao Ming, "If you think about it, go to Yuxuguan to find me, just hold this saber." ”

In the tavern, the drunk Xiao Ming watched the figure of Lao Dao gradually moving away, and kept recalling Lao Dao's words in his mind.

Xiao Ming never thought that after going out this time, this hermit-like life would lose its meaning to him, and he would embark on a path of immortal industry that was different from that of mortals, and walked out of his own path of cultivating immortals.