Ning Xiang Pavilion is the most popular wine shop on the south coast. There are people all the time, and all kinds of rumors and news are surging like a tidal wave. It is only here that the rivers and lakes do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

The staggered planning is a scene, the song and swallow dance of the warbler is a scene, the chessboard dice cup, and the market shouting is another scene. In the intersection of elegance and vulgarity, people of all shapes and sizes are mixed together regardless of status. If you have a pair of discerning eyes, you will accidentally find the top masters hidden in them.

Even the rangers from the north shore did not forget to stop at the Ning Xiang Pavilion to smell the most prestigious wine aroma on the south shore and listen to the most fascinating legends of the rivers and lakes on the south bank.

In the midst of the noise, suddenly a boy with a paper fan and a long knife crossed the street with a servant and went straight into the Ning Xiang Pavilion. Dressed in silk and satin, it was very eye-catching among the civilians. It was as if a fresh breeze was blowing in, bringing in a clear, sky-like blue. The crown sand inlaid with pearl and jade shines brightly.

The transparent voice knocked down all the noise in an instant: "Shopkeeper, two pots of hot wine." He chose a place in the center of the shop and sat down.

The servant was about the same age as him, only a little shorter, and his appearance was as delicate and fair as that of his son. He looked around warily before he sat down.

The shopkeeper immediately greeted him from behind the counter, wiped the table and served tea, and introduced the characteristics of the shop like a tongue twister.

Childe was very impatient, and after listening to the chatter with a half-smile, he replied: "I have heard the mellow smell of wine in Ningxiang Pavilion, and the hero is happy and forgetful." Take the best wine you've ever had. ”

The shopkeeper understood, and clutched the two ingots of silver secretly stuffed under the table with a smiling face: "Sit less, sit less." ”

The two did not talk, did not drink tea, and sat silently. But the sound of every corner is in your ears.

Everyone whispered, but only the cloth-clothed drinker leaning on the railing next to the door of the store remained silent, taking the laughter and scolding of others as air. The silk and bamboo orchestra in Rendiantang is noisy, people are coming and going, and even the sky is falling apart and the earth is cracking, he has only one posture: Erlang's legs are crossed, the bronzed scabbard is pillowed, Ren's decadent and scattered sideburns hang down in front of his forehead and half-cover his face, half-drunk and undrunk holding the wine jar to pour himself a drink, and his empty gaze is projected on the passers-by on the street, as if isolated in another space. Dressed in a slaughtering black cloth robe, his thin figure like a knife is really oozing cold.

The ubiquitous white doves actually landed on the window lattice, cooing, cooing. A murderous glint suddenly flashed in the drunkard's eyes, and immediately it darkened again, and his face was as dead as ashes.

The servant exchanged glances with the Knife Boy, and then leaned into the corner.

I heard the shopkeeper come in a long voice: "Wine-come-it-" appropriately blocked the two in front of the table, and the hippie smile pushed the wine plate in front of the two: "Childe, if you have drunk this wine, you will never forget Ningxiang Pavilion in this life." ”

The long-knife boy smiled awkwardly and sat back where he was, but he caught a glimpse of the drinker raising his eyes and smiling awe-inspiringly at him, laughing so hard that he gasped, and then leisurely picked up the long sword and wanted to go out, neither settling the bill, nor asking him for the wine money.

The shopkeeper didn't have time to breathe a sigh, but he heard the long knife boy laugh and said, "Brother Xie, why are you in a hurry to leave?"

The man stopped and snorted coldly: "I don't care to be in the company of villains." ”

The servant sneered at each other: "It's a pity that the head of Chu has never looked down on Brother Xie." Otherwise, this sky is full of white doves, and heroes are gathered, why can't they enter the Ning Xiang Pavilion?"

The man seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, shook his body awe, and shook his head. Just as the long knife boy approached, he actually pulled out his sword and put it across the child's neck: "Get out of this shop before you count to ten, otherwise, you will use the knife on your waist to speak." ”

The cups and plates fell to the ground in response, and the drinkers immediately retreated from half of the room, and the other half of the room also took the initiative to retreat to the corner of the wall to watch.

When the man counted, the son first took a step back, and then said calmly with a light smile: "Brother Xie, my father is spending a lot of money looking for you, and he is very worried about your talent." ”

The man laughed dryly: "That heavy money is used to reward my head, right?"

Childe shook his head and sighed, putting on a gesture of confidence: "Misunderstanding." Qin just cried out for Brother Xie. ”

"Three, four......" The man still had a disdainful and sharp expression.

"Brother Xie has been running around for the south bank for ten years, and in the end, there is no one around him to drink and talk to. ”

"Five!"

"At this moment, I am only afraid that Brother Xie has a heart, and the Chu family is ruthless. ”

The man smiled wryly: "I haven't seen you for ten years, but I have two times." That flattery came from you?"

"I just left a letter on behalf of my father and said what he wanted to say for my father. Brother Xie has a lot of energy, but the actions of the head of Chu are really unkind. ”

The letter was delivered to him in public, and the disciples of the Feather Sword Sect naturally would not let go of such a thing. Under the sharp questioning of everyone, he did not resist or explain, but only replied with a disgusting smile. Without waiting for the head to come back to deal with this matter, he had already quietly packed his bags and left the Feather Chasing Sword Sect. Because he knows that in the rivers and lakes of the South Shore, there is no more vicious accusation than "he is from the North Shore". Documents suspected of being the Feather Sword Sect circulated among the factions, to the effect that they wanted to expel him. But the document was neither signed nor vetoed by the master.

"Brother Xie, Wangjiangtai is waiting for you at any time. Childe thought he had a plan and laughed loudly. However, after not laughing three times, the face froze.

The murderous cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and he pulled out a sword blade from his waist, and the corners of his straight mouth twitched slightly. He shook the wine in the glass, the black blade flashing with a cold luster, mixed with the same cold light in the wine glass, making the white jade cup trembling.

"A word for your father. The sword light flashed in the palm of his hand, and a deep hole was made in the palm of his left hand, and the bright red blood flowed down the scar into a line of blood, dripping into the cup, and slowly dispersed, like a bewitching dance.

His eyes showed a fierce light, with a bit of overly arrogant viciousness: "As soon as the long river flows, the blood will boil for one day, and the fire in the heart will burn for one day." ”

Gongzi stared at this half cup of bright red for a long time, and sighed: "Brother Xie is as sharp as he was back then. ”

"He taught me: the longer you owe, the more you pay. A gloomy light refracted from his murderous eyes.

The slightly tilted cup crossed an arc in the air, and half a cup of blood wine slowly spilled and seeped into the soil, as if years of enmity and feud had condensed into the soil of the south bank with this cup of wine.

Looking around, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "You all remember this face: this is Qin Shi, the son of the Qin family on the north bank." The head of Chu said that all visitors from the north shore should not be neglected. If he wants to stay in the hotel, it is best to inform the head of Chu, so as not to let people say that we are not polite. As soon as he had finished speaking, he rolled his sword and went out into the street. The bustling crowd suddenly drowned out his strange figure.

Leaving Qin Shi behind, he was alone to deal with the hostile gaze around him.

"Is it really the eldest son of the Qin family?" the shopkeeper shuddered, and immediately stuffed the two ingots of silver back into the servant's hand.

"Why, aren't people from the North Shore welcome to come for a drink?"

"Welcome to drink, if you want to find out the news, you should go directly to the head of Chu! The small shop can't accommodate such a distinguished guest as you. ”

Qin Shi laughed: "If I can find Master Chu, I won't come to your store to inquire about his news." ”

The guest in the seat suddenly interjected: "Look for it with your ability! See those pigeons? Where the white doves start, the heroes are destined to march in all directions." This is the rule of the South Bank, if you find a pigeon, you will find him!"

Qin Shi paused for a while before he smiled dryly: "Are those white pigeons really able to mobilize the heroes of the world? No one is going to make soup and drink them?" I also heard that the people of the Feather Sword Sect were killed in a good manner, and the head of the sect did not care, and it is actually difficult to live up to their reputation!"

"Childe is telling a joke!" Another man with a meaty face in the corner jumped out, "For the sake of the face of the head of Chu, the prince is a guest, and it is really indecent to move his hands." You'd better retract your words and get out of here as soon as possible. ”

A number of men around stood up from their seats, and another storyteller shook a paper fan and smiled: "People from the North Shore, don't talk about cool words." has the ability, find the head of Chu, and compete with him. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Qin Shi naturally felt bored, and looked around, not knowing how many pairs of eyes that could kill people staring directly at him, like a pack of hungry wolves staring at the prey that was about to arrive. "We ...... Go elsewhere for a drink......" he greeted his attendant and withdrew, amidst a chorus of boos.

After a while, the man in black who had left before came back and sat back on his original seat, and Xiao Er saw him and took the initiative to serve the freshly warmed wine. He was still cross-legged, looking boredly at the visitors coming and going outside the window. Annoying pigeons cooed above his head.

As soon as he raised his hand, the stones from nowhere flew out of his hand, and in the middle of the opposite eaves, the pigeons were startled, suddenly flapped their wings, and fled into the wilderness, leaving only a street of white feathers whirling and flying. In the disdainful and horrified eyes of the crowd, a deep voice laughed: "It's a good idea to make soup and drink a pigeon." ”

No one dared to refute it silently, and the person who shouted for Qin Shi to retract his wild words just stared at him dryly. The shopkeeper was afraid that something would go wrong, and waved his hand to signal the drinkers not to pay attention to this crazy man.

The storyteller glanced thoughtfully at the man and shook his head. However, someone immediately pushed and shoved him into the middle, and asked, "By the way, which one is tired of killing the brocade guest?" From the south of the sky to the north of the earth, I don't know when I digressed.

No one paid any attention to this man, so he poured himself a drink in silence, until the red sun was setting in the west, he wrapped his long sword in the oily black cloth, put his back on his body, and then called the shopkeeper for the first time and stuffed him with a few pieces of broken silver: "This month's wine money, settle the account." ”

The shopkeeper held the pieces of broken silver and was stunned for a long time as if he was holding a rare treasure. The shadow swaying left and right disappeared in the blink of an eye through the already deserted street.

At dusk, amid the incessant pigeon whistles, Qin Dashao returned to the pavilion, and a gray pigeon landed in front of his window, cooing eagerly.

As soon as he raised his hand, the pigeon leaped up its arm obediently. Affectionately brushed the oily and warm hair, brushing away the wind and dust.

Looking at the sunset in front of the window, it is slowly falling towards the source of the long river.

Pick up the pen and leave a book: "Where the white dove starts, the hero's life is over." The leader of the South Shore League is not in vain. Although I haven't seen Chu Tao, my heart is still awe-inspiring, and it is better to take pictures of it as soon as possible. ”

When the book was dry, he stuffed the letter into the paint tube, reluctantly stroked the gray pigeon, and raised his hand to the sky.

The gray figure soared into the sky, like a flash of lightning in the night, and the faint light flickered in the smell of gunpowder.

On the south shore, just one spark is enough to ignite the entire sky.