Sword of Coming

The early morning sun shines into the wine shop, and the old shopkeeper is whistling and teasing the caged bird. The bird is as cold as a fairy on the mountain, but the old man is high-spirited and showing off his skills, whistling loudly.

The young store clerk is diligently cleaning the house. The already spotless tables and stools are getting cleaner and cleaner. He takes a breath from time to time and wipes it carefully with his sleeves. His whole person is filled with a contented look.

It seems that for the young man who sells wine in Daixuan Mountain, tidying up a house of things is the greatest happiness in the world.

Chen Ping'an, who was lying on the wine table, woke up leisurely. He didn't have a splitting headache after being drunk, but he was in a trance. He sat there blankly, trying hard to remember what happened last night, but he couldn't remember anything. , I only remember that I promised the couple to come and drink the Wangyou wine that is rare for Jade Purity monks to drink. I forgot who the couple were, what I talked to them, and when they left.

It was obviously agreed that it would be Wangyou wine, but what exactly did he forget?

On the contrary, Chen Ping'an felt even more sad. He always felt that there was a faint sadness lingering in his heart, which was lingering.

Just like when the sky is dark, a yellow bird stops on the loess window of the ancestral home in Niping Lane, chirping, which is a bit disturbing to the dreamer, but it is reluctant to drive away.

Chen Ping'an looked around and saw the young store clerk and the laid-back old shopkeeper who were working hard.

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "Check out?"

The young waiter who was squatting on the ground wiping a table leg grinned and said nothing.

The old man smiled and said: "You drank four jars of wine in total, three of which were given by me. You guys really have to pay for the remaining jar of wine."

Chen Ping'an asked: "How much?"

The old man laughed loudly: "Money? If you really have to spend money to buy a jar of Huangliang wine, it would be a lot."

The young man who was called Xu Jia by the shopkeeper chuckled and said: "Last night, a rich young man from Aaizhou came here to buy a jar of Wangyou wine to take home. The shopkeeper was unwilling to sell it, saying it was not about money. The young man kept insisting on asking for the price, but when he asked for the price, he was so frightened that he sat on the steps outside the door in a daze all night, so he probably hadn't given up yet."

Chen Pingan asked: "Liu Youzhou?"

The old man nodded, "It's this little guy, the future head of the Liu family in Aaizhou. He is known as the boy with many treasures. An abbot's object contains many magic weapons. Because of the Yuantou Mansion, everyone in Xuanxuan Mountain knows this rich man. The name of the young master. Once I went to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to practice with others. There were seven people traveling with me. When I encountered a powerful enemy, the little guy took out seven high-grade offensive magic weapons in one breath, and then made himself look like a turtle shell. No. Speaking of the character of the saint's real name, he wore two pieces of the Divine Chenglu Armor alone, and the other seven people just relied on this to smash to death an earthly immortal creature that was two realms higher than them."

It was obvious that in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, this little guy was worth nagging a few more words. He said with a smile: "Such an interesting little guy, even I almost couldn't hold back and wanted to give him a bowl of Huangliang wine."

Chen Ping'an was a little ashamed. Liu Youzhou was so afraid of death.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried, "Old sir, how do you settle the bill?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "I haven't decided how to settle the accounts for the moment. I'll come back to you later when I remember."

Chen Pingan's heart suddenly jumped up and down.

The old man smiled and said: "It's possible that I won't even be able to remember you after you finish this life, so don't be afraid."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Pingan stood up and was about to leave the wine shop. The old man asked: "Boy, there is still half a jar of Huangliang wine left. Why don't you drink it before leaving?"

Chen Pingan reached out and shook the wine jar. Sure enough, there was still half of the jar left. He asked doubtfully: "Can't you take it away?"

The old man shook his head and said: "If you take it away, you won't forget about worry. It's worse than ordinary wine. It's a waste of natural resources. I advise you not to do such stupid things. This wine is a bit of a secret. In fact, the couple invites you to drink it now. It's a godsend." It’s a big waste. The later you drink it, the better. It’s just that it’s hard to find the best in this world, so just live with it, as long as it’s good.”

Chen Pingan sat down again and asked curiously: "Isn't it called Wangyou wine? Why does the shopkeeper always call it Huangliang wine?"

The young man named Xu Jia widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, "Don't you know where this is?"

Chen Ping'an became more and more strange, "Isn't it an upside-down mountain?"

Xu Jia grinned and said, "Then you must have heard of Huangliang Blessed Land, right?"

Chen Ping'an still shook his head.

The old man helped Chen Ping'an get out of the way, "It's normal that you don't know. This blessed land is in the same situation as the Lizhu Xiaodongtian in your hometown. It was ruined."

Xu Jia quickly threw away the rag and said angrily: "Shop manager, let me tell you next, the lady said that I was very handsome when I talked about this paragraph."

The old man chuckled and said, "Either my daughter is blind, or she drinks too much and talks nonsense. Which one do you think is more likely?"

"Miss, you're fine!"

Xu Jia coughed, moistened his throat, and said seriously: "Nowadays, there are only a few ruins left in the Huangliang Blessed Land. In the early years, when the Huangliang Blessed Land was the most beautiful, all the frustrated people in the world would go there. It was very lively. Beautiful people, beautiful scenery, good wine and sweet dreams are all available in this blessed land, and they are guaranteed to suit one's heart. This is the most rare place, and it can also reflect a person's Taoist heart. Many Jade Pure Realm monks who barely made it to the upper five realms were lucky enough to do so. To break through the realm, I actually used a lot of secret techniques and heresy from hundreds of schools, so I had to make a special trip to the Hanging Mountain Shop to peel off every soul and soul to stay awake, and then drink a jar of Wangyou Wine to express my sincerity and take this opportunity. , you can see everything at a glance, or you can peel off the cocoons, or you can check for omissions and fill in the gaps..."

Xu Jia was speaking in a mellow tone when the old man said impatiently: "Stop, stop! I've flipped through an old almanac, and I'm not afraid that it will be ruined by you. In short, in this blessed land of yellow beams, there is only a small space like our shop. "

Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine and looked left and right. He really couldn't connect a blessed place with a shop.

There is actually a blessed land in Aquarius Continent, the Qingtan blessed land, which is controlled by Yizhou Taoist Shen Gaozong.

It is said that the Jiang family of Yugui Zong in Tongyezhou is also in charge of a cloud cave blessed land.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked: "Old sir, I didn't go crazy yesterday because of drinking, right? Where are the couple?"

The old man asked, "Don't remember?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The old man smiled and said: "You don't remember it yourself, why should I, an outsider, remember it?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't refute and drank silently.

Still can't tell the difference between drinking and drinking.

It just feels good to enter.

The old man remembered something, pointed to a wall, and said to Chen Pingan: "If you see that wall, anyone who can sit down and drink can go over there and compose a poem, or write a few sentences. "

Xu Jia said angrily: "After drinking, one kind is drunk to death and lives and dies in the wine vat for the rest of his life, and he can't sober up until he dies. The other kind is to be completely sober and see through life, and he has never seen anything in his life." After that, I have tasted the taste of several lifetimes. I think the things written by these two people will be particularly interesting. Guest, do you want to give it a try?"

The old man smiled angrily and said: "You can pull me down, your teeth are going to be sore. You are a big guy, and you want to imitate A Liang all day long. You are not ashamed."

Xu Jia said confidently: "Miss likes A Liang so much. If I don't learn from him, who can I learn from him?"

The old man sighed with emotion: "Those who learn from me will live, and those who are like me will die. You have seen so many drunkards and listened to so many drunken words, and you can't even figure this out?"

Xu Jia chuckled and said, "I learned from A Liang, but I didn't learn from you."

The old man threw a wine glass over and said, "You know how to play tricks on me all day long!"

Xu Jia gently took the wine glass, threw it back to the old man, and quickly ran to get Chen Ping'an a pen, "Leave some thoughts on it."

Chen Pingan put down the wine bowl and said helplessly: "My handwriting is very bad."

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and said: "Can it be worse than A Liang's earthworm crawling? Besides, those world-renowned calligraphers are not the same as being said by their colleagues to be like a toad pressed by a stone, a dead snake hanging on a branch, a military commander doing embroidery, and an old woman Armor?”

The young man whispered: "I'll tell you the truth, no matter how bad anyone's words are, in front of A Liang's words, they are as beautiful as gods! If you don't believe me, go over and take a look for yourself."

Chen Pingan didn't take the brush for the time being, but he got up and walked towards the wall. From a distance, it was just a white wall without any calligraphy. But when he got closer to the white wall, he discovered that it was filled with poems, chapters and warnings.

A dazzling array of items.

Someone's calligraphy treasure stands out from the crowd. It is a cursive poem that occupies a huge area.

Just like a cluster of flowers, all the fragrances are vying for beauty, but only one peerless beauty dominates the scene.

There are also incompatible handwritings. The most eye-catching one is a crooked line of large characters that even Chen Ping'an finds unsightly. The content is even more speechless, "When I think of so many girls waiting for me, my conscience breaks down." It hurts a bit.” The key is that at the end of the text, a smiley face and a thumb are drawn.

There is no doubt that it must be A Liang's own handwriting. Most people would not have the nerve to write these words.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter, turned around and asked, "Old sir, do you want to keep this too?"

The young man who was helping to carry the pen said sickly: "First of all, A-Liang is so shameless. He said that if he erased a word, it would be like paying off a jar of wine. Secondly, my young lady particularly liked this passage and felt that A-Liang was I'm praising her. My lady even used a jar of Huangliang wine to write a novel with a novelist's ancestor, specifically about her and A Liang... Shopkeeper, what's your name?

The old man sneered: "Lingering and pathos."

Xu Jia nodded and said: "Yes, in fact, the young lady hinted to the novelist's grandfather at that time that the more straightforward and explicit the writing, the better. Later, I guess it was because the man really couldn't write, so he wrote more implicitly. Young lady. She was very unhappy. She ran away from home this time. She said she was eloping. One of the things she wanted to do was to cause trouble for this patriarch. She thought his writing was poor and he was a liar who only wanted to gain fame. She must spit in his face. .”

Chen Ping'an looked around the high wall, finally lowered his head, and saw another row of small characters in a small corner. The characters were still written by A Liang, but they were not eye-catching.

Small, there is nothing good about Jianghu, only the wine is okay.

A Liang finally smeared a certain word after "小" into an ink block.

Chen Pingan asked: "Can I write anything?"

Xu Jia handed over the pen, nodded and said: "Anything is fine, as long as it is written in the blank space, anything can be written."

The young waiter did not forget to remind: "Guest, please don't write about so-and-so coming here for a visit. It's too tacky. Even if it's something as shameless as A Liang, it's better than a visit here."

Chen Ping'an took the pen, suddenly turned around and ran to the wine table, took a big sip of wine, and then returned to the wall. He half-crouched with the pen and wrote a small letter behind the word "small" and on top of the ink block. Small Qi characters.

Xiao Qi, there is nothing good in Jianghu, only wine is okay.

The old man joked: "In fact, the words are not very spiritual, they are just about rules, but staying next to A Liang's words makes them look better. You are calling this cheating. If it doesn't work, just write something else somewhere else."

Chen Ping'an nodded and began to select a blank space. However, the middle area of ​​the wall was tightly structured. If you really wanted to find some holes, you could do it. However, you always felt that it would be disrespectful to the predecessors, and those who dared to write in the middle would have most characters. The writing was excellent and charming. Chen Ping'an really didn't dare to write here, so he tried his best to look at both sides and high or low places. Xu Jia reminded him loudly and pointed at two places, but there were still some traces left. There is quite a bit of blank space, one on the right at the top and one on the left at the bottom.

Chen Pingan then moved, squatted on the far left, took a deep breath, and wrote three words.

Before writing, I thought of so many sword immortals and immortal swords in Jingjian Pavilion.

So the three characters he wrote were "Sword Qi Long".

Xu Jia looked at those three words and saw that they were quite satisfactory and really boring. The young man shook his head slightly, disapprovingly, and couldn't help but muttered: "At first glance, it seems that he doesn't read much."

The old man rarely agreed with the store clerk, nodded and smiled: "The other thing is that I haven't drunk enough wine. Hey, Dali boy named Chen, don't be anxious, drink a big bowl of wine first, drink it to your heart's content, and write something from your heart. It’s not as difficult as you think. I’ll buy you three jars of wine to write three sentences, and you’ll have one last chance.”

Chen Ping'an had already handed the brush back to Xu Jia and smiled at the old man: "I won't write anymore."

The old man didn't care. The immortal leaving a calligraphy treasure when he was drunk was just a small thing to get some luck, just the icing on the cake. Since the young man couldn't write well, and he was not a swordsman now, of course the old shopkeeper would not force anyone to do anything.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and asked: "Old sir, can I keep half of the wine? I want to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and drink it after I come back. Is that okay?"

Xu Jia shook his head vigorously, "We don't have such rules in the wine shop. Once the mud seal of a jar of Huangliang wine has been removed, it will be drank in one go. There is no reason to come back to drink again after leaving the door."

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay this time."

Xu Jia said anxiously: "Why is this?"

The old man put the birdcage at hand, leaned on the counter, and said with a smile: "I like the word 'remaining', it is auspicious and festive."

After Chen Ping'an stepped out of the threshold of the wine shop, he staggered. After standing still, he looked back and saw that there was no wine shop anywhere. It was empty.

In the unknown wine shop, the old man opened the birdcage, and the little oriole with the golden beak flew out of the cage. He just didn't wait for it to get close to the words on the wall, and used the familiar way to check the length of a person's military fortune. , it quickly hid back in the birdcage, leaving Xu Jia dumbfounded. The old man thought for a while and sighed, "That's it, he's just a young man from Xiaozhou. So what if he has the prospect of this marriage? In just a hundred years, Check it or not, it doesn’t matter.”

Xu Jia glared at the line of words written at the top. Most people wrote them in a row from top to bottom. In the past hundred years, after A Liang, there was a female guest not long ago. She was the second A guy who wrote horizontally, and was so frightened that the little oriole fluttered wildly, and he didn't recover for a long time, as if he had a serious illness.

Xu Jia couldn't help complaining: "It's all because of that female Martial God's martial arts. Her momentum is so scary!"

The old man looked at the pitiful little oriole with loving eyes, and murmured: "I'm sorry for you."

There is a pair of strange sparrows in the world, which can peck at literary fortunes and pick up martial arts fortunes.

According to legend, the male bird was captured by Lu Chen, the master of the Taoist lineage, and the female bird was raised by the founder of the Za family.

Chen Pingan was walking in a secluded alley.

Although he was confused after drinking this meal, after drinking and walking out of the shop, Chen Pingan suddenly figured out something.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword-raising gourd and drank the few remaining sweet-scented osmanthus wine, muttering to himself while drinking.

Miss Ning, I probably really don’t like you anymore.

Otherwise, when we agreed in Lizhu Cave to give you the scabbard, how could we pretend to have forgotten it this time?

Chen Ping'an, you are such an unlucky guy. Miss Ning is not talking about whether she likes you or not, but whether she hates you or not.

Thinking of this, the young man enjoyed his hardships and was a little relieved. This trip to the world was not in vain. He had a lot of foresight.

But he still decided to go to the Sword Qi Great Wall in person.

He kept telling himself that he just wanted to take a look at the big characters engraved on the wall of Jianqi Great Wall.

At worst, he "accidentally" met a girl at a certain place and said hello to her with a generous smile. It was just that between the opening words "What a coincidence" and "You are here too", Chen Pingan was a little unsure. Which one is more appropriate.

Chen Pingan thought very carefully.

So much so that he didn't realize that there was a girl who was about to die behind him.

She was wearing a dark green robe.