Sword of Coming

The old woman was busy in the kitchen. She was a little surprised when she saw Chen Ping'an. A gentleman is far away from the kitchen. This is the teaching of the sage. Although there is also a saying that he will never tire of fine food and never tire of fine food, it does not mean that gentlemen and sages will do it themselves. kitchen. However, the old woman quickly felt relieved. The young man in front of her traveled far and wide, lived in the open air, and he didn’t look like a child from a scholarly family. However, the old woman really didn’t think Chen Pingan could be of much help, so she asked him to help with some dish selections. Chen Pingan did not insist on anything, so he helped with the chores. Finally, in the warm kitchen, the chopping board made the crisp sound of an old woman chopping vegetables skillfully. Chen Pingan sat in the small Peeling spring bamboo shoots on the bench brings with it a fresh herbal aroma.

The old woman asked casually: "Mr. Chen, what's wrong with your left hand?"

Chen Pingan glanced at his left hand, which was wrapped with cotton, and said with a smile: "I accidentally fell, it's okay."

It was rare for the old woman to have someone to chat with her, so she smiled and said: "It was raining and the ground was slippery, so the young master was injured. Our house is already a few years old. We were in a difficult situation where tigers and wolves were looking at us before. We didn't dare to show it off. At most, it was... I mended the seams on the courtyard walls and rarely hung lanterns at night. For so many years, I didn’t dare to ask bricklayers to come over for fear of scaring the people. I did all this messing around. Of course, my craftsmanship was very poor. There were many bluestone floor tiles with many potholes. , it’s not even flat. If it were in a big house in a big city, not only would it be an eyesore to my own family, but if other family members saw it, they would be laughed to death. There would definitely be gossips and unpleasant words behind my back. It will happen. Fortunately, the master and his wife never care about this. This is my blessing."

The old woman's tone was gentle, like still water running deep. Hundreds of years of joy, anger, sorrow, separation and separation have all settled in her heart.

This is my blessing.

This should be the final conclusion of the old woman's life.

Chen Pingan said softly: "It is also a blessing for the couple to have an old lady in the house who is busy with you."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then turned around with a smile and joked: "You kid, you look like a simple and honest person, how can you be so good at talking?"

Chen Ping'an had already put all the peeled spring bamboo shoots in a clean bamboo basket, raised his head and said, "Old lady, I'm telling the truth."

The old woman looked at the young man's clear and lively eyes, hummed, turned around, with a bigger smile on her face, and said casually: "Mr. Chen, is there a girl you like? Our Caiyi Country Rouge The women in the county are famous for their good looks. If you are not in a hurry, you can go there to visit temple fairs and so on. Maybe you will have a good marriage. Besides, young master, although your martial arts level is not high, you can Rouge County, a small place with no righteous gods and no immortals, is not bad. If you are willing to take root here, you can become a general, captain or something, which is more than enough. When the time comes, you can marry a lady from a scholarly family. It’s pretty good too.”

Chen Ping'an was a little shy, hesitant to talk about this topic.

The old woman turned her head, glanced at the young man with quite delicate features, smiled knowingly, and said softly: "I know, Mr. Chen must have a girl he loves."

Chen Pingan held it in for a long time and asked with a blushing face: "Old lady, if the girl I like once asked me if I like her, I said I didn't like her, but now I go to find her and tell her that I like her. , do you think she thinks I’m a liar?”

"Mr. Chen, what you said is really confusing."

The old woman couldn't help but laugh out loud. After finishing the pot of food, she sat on the small stool next to the stove and asked with a smile: "Then why didn't you say you liked her at that time? Are you timid and embarrassed? You still feel like nodding and saying yes, yes, you will You lost face in front of the girl, so you deliberately acted like a hero?"

Chen Pingan thought about it confidently and seriously, and gave a sincere answer, "I'm stupid."

The old woman was really amused now, and her whole old face softened with a smile, "I think the girl you like will not be angry. If a girl is liked by someone, and that person likes her, she will do it Jing, no matter what, it is a beautiful thing."

Chen Pingan was a little troubled and brought a bamboo basket of spring bamboo shoots to the stove, "But that girl told me that she only likes the Great Sword Immortal..."

The old woman held back her laughter, "Hey, that's really hard for you. The Great Sword Immortal should be a sixth-level immortal. My young master is so talented. He once practiced in a lofty cave heaven paradise like Shen Gaozong, and he has never been among the gods. In the fifth realm, reaching the legendary Dongfu realm, Mr. Chen, your mother-in-law gives you a suggestion. You should discuss it with the girl to see if you can't change the request of the Great Sword Immortal into a Little Sword Immortal, an ordinary sword immortal? For example, Dongfu The realm is too high, how about the four realms and the five realms? You must know that among sword cultivators in the world, no matter how low their realm is, they are still very popular. The four realms and the five realms are already amazing."

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Miss Ning’s so-called Great Sword Immortal must be at least in the twelfth realm!

Even if Ning Yaozhen is easy to negotiate and agrees to let him go down, he will probably have to be in the realm of swordsman like Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasties, right?

Chen Pingan sighed and suddenly reminded: "Mother-in-law, the food is ready."

The old woman quickly stood up, opened the lid of the pot, and soon a dish of delicacies and game with full color, flavor and flavor was put on the dish. She asked Chen Ping'an to take the dish with wine and send it to the main hall of the third courtyard, and asked him to finish it. There is no need to come back for this dish, just eat food and drink there, and then she will come to serve the food and wine. Chen Pingan ran away and ran back again. Seeing the old woman pretending to be angry, Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Old woman , I came to get the wine, and I said hello to Mr. Yang, and he promised to give me wine..."

Having said this, Chen Ping'an took off the wine gourd, shook it, and said with a bright smile: "As long as it's full."

The old woman took out a wine spoon from an old red-painted cabinet, then pointed to several large wine jars on the wall with a smile, "Move an unopened jar over, and there is a jar next to it that has its mud seal opened, and there are still some leftovers. You can put half a jar of home-brewed local shochu in a wine gourd, it will be enough."

Then the old woman ignored the young man squatting in the corner and poured wine into the gourd, and went about cooking. Finally, Chen Pingan said hello and left the kitchen with a jar of wine.

The old woman smiled and turned around to look. The scarlet wine gourd on the boy's waist looked ordinary and unremarkable. Is this child an alcoholic at a young age?

I don’t know if after meeting the girl I like, I will become a gourd of wedding wine or a heart-breaking wine.

But of course the old woman still hopes that the young man can get his wish and become the master's wife like the young master.

The third time you enter the main room of the courtyard, it's a happy place.

The host and hostess of the ancient house, the ghost ghost Yang Huang and the tree enchantress named Yingying, sit on the left. The bearded swordsman is invited to take the seat. Xu Yuanxia is a generous person and is too lazy to shirk. The Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng sits on the right. After Chen Pingan brought the food and wine, he started drinking. The female ghost became a little funny. The extremely long tree roots spread like ivy from the side of the embroidery building, winding around the door into the main hall. In order not to spoil the fun, she also deliberately brought Wear a thick veil to cover up your appearance.

The bearded swordsman had previously asked if there was any immortal magic that could help the poor woman regain her appearance. Yang Huang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not hide the truth and explained the reason in detail. It turned out to be related to Shen Gaozong. Qing Ci Bao Gao, a heretical formation secret technique, and the wood core of the ancient elm country's ancestral elm tree are extremely messy and messy. The most important thing is that the ancient house formation and the ancient elm wood core are integrated and cannot be moved. The landscape and atmosphere of hundreds of miles around this place were originally a mass grave. Two hundred years ago, Caiyi Kingdom encountered a terrible plague. Hundreds of thousands of people fell ill and died suddenly. Most of them were buried randomly here in Rouge County. Caiyi Country in all dynasties The emperors of the country all hope to change the feng shui of this place, but even a Taoist immortal who was in the sea-viewing realm traveled through the Caiyi Kingdom and was summoned by the emperor to visit this place in person. Many arrangements, including two Luotian Dajiao, cost nearly a hundred years. Ten thousand taels of silver, but unfortunately after a few years of recovery, it returned to a miserable scene of miasma and wandering ghosts. It was really helpless for the gods to do anything.

The roots are still in the Feng Shui of this place. It is not only a life-saving medicine for the female ghost, but it is also like drinking poison to quench her thirst. One day, she will fall into evil spirits. This point is made plainly by the evil ghost Yang Huang, and the female ghost is also calm. It turns out that the couple The two of them had already made an agreement, and when that day came, they would both commit suicide to avoid harming the people of either side.

In fact, the core of the ancient elm wood is naturally clean, but he was anxious to retain the soul of the female ghost Yingying, and the subsequent emergency medical treatment caused her soul to deteriorate step by step. If he could continue to absorb the pure spirit of heaven and earth, In fact, she is expected to regain her spirituality and even feed the local luck, becoming an existence similar to the Mountain God of the Yin Temple. However, because of the relationship between the ancient elm trees, her nature as a deity must be completely different from that of Qin. She brings blessings, but the Mountain God named Qin only It can corrupt the landscape.

In the end, Yang Huang said with an open-minded smile that in thirty years at most, there will be no one in this house, no wine, no food, so I hope the three of them, including Xu Yuanxia, ​​will come here more before then, and at least they can still have someone. The clean bedding in the side room can be used as a resting place, and it can also be used as a place to talk happily as we were far apart like that tonight.

When it comes to the huge destiny of hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers in one place, the bearded swordsman and the Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng are speechless. They really can't come up with an effective method, because only the tenth level Qi practitioners are qualified to deal with this. It is an unwritten rule that the ten realms can be called saints. It was first used as a compliment by the secular dynasty, because the gods in the fifth realm are too rare, but the monks in the ten realms need to firmly occupy the blessed land of cave heaven, which is full of spiritual energy. It takes a long time. He spent time accumulating cultivation, facing walls and breaking through realms, and occasionally fighting with emperors and generals at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, Confucian saints, Taoist land gods, and Buddhist golden-bodied Arhats are all commonly known as this.

It’s true that Chen Pingan likes to drink now, but he doesn’t drink too much every time. But the bearded swordsman likes to drink big bowls and eat large pieces of meat. The Taoist Zhang Shanfeng’s drinking capacity is not as good as Chen Pingan’s, but he is thin-skinned, so he was After Yang Huang and Xu Yuanxia persuaded him, they drank half of the bowl in one gulp, so that Chen Pingan only dared to pour him a little soju at a time. Even so, the young Taoist priest carrying the peach wood sword was still swaying, his face flushed. , and his voice became much louder. I was very happy to chat with the bearded man about his experiences in the world, and to talk about poetry with the arrogant Yang Huang, who was born in a noble family.

The old woman would bring a plate of dishes every now and then. Seeing that the jar of wine was empty, she would bring another jar over.

The guests of honor enjoyed themselves.

When the second jar of wine was about to bottom out, a wailing sound suddenly sounded, "Brother Chu, brother Chu! Where have you been? Don't leave me here alone!"

Soon there was another cry, "Little Taoist priest, surnamed Chen, why are you missing? Could it be that you were caught and eaten by evil spirits? No, the monsters in the house, if you want to eat people, just eat them together." Ah, don’t end up eating me alone..."

The old woman was bringing a plate of food and was going to appease the official son named Liu and explain the reason.

Chen Pingan quickly stood up and said that he would go. The old woman was right. If she went, the poor scholar would probably faint from fear.

When the scholar surnamed Liu was pulled into the third courtyard by Chen Pingan, his legs were trembling and his lips were livid. After seeing the bearded swordsman, he felt slightly better. However, when he saw the terrifying tree roots that entered the main hall at the back door, his eyes As soon as he turned over, he almost fainted. Chen Pingan held his arm harder and woke up immediately from the pain. The scholar complained with a sad face: "Just let me faint."

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "If it doesn't work, just drink to strengthen your courage. If you're drunk, you'll fall down. You should have this little courage, right?"

The scholar surnamed Liu said bitterly: "Can I do without it?"

Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said firmly: "No!"

Carefully looking at the young man's face, he didn't look like he was scheming. The scholar surnamed Liu lamented and cheered himself up: "Just drink! Even guillotine wine is still wine!"

When they got to the wine table, the scholar surnamed Liu lowered his head and did not dare to see anyone, just drinking.

The bearded swordsman asked with a smile: "How come you, a scholar, are so unlucky that you have made such an unnatural spirit friend? You even traveled all the way and tricked you into coming here. However, you are able to survive to this day, with Let's drink together, you are lucky and have great fortune. Judging from your clothes, you are a rich kid from Caiyi Country?"

The scholar surnamed Liu said in a trembling voice: "My father is the governor of Rouge County, but the family really has no money, so he can't be considered a rich man."

The bearded swordsman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why, I, Mr. Xu, am like that kind of robber and bandit?!"

The scholar raised his head and glanced at the bearded man, thinking he couldn't look more like him.

The bearded swordsman no longer frightened the frail scholar, and suddenly became worried, "Brother Yang, does that old Taoist priest really know how to kill the Mountain God of the Yin Temple? Will he let it go on purpose and stay to disgust you?"

The man shook his head and smiled: "Since the Master Fu is keeping an eye on this matter, the Shen Gao Sect's outer sect will definitely investigate to the end. What's more, the inspection and evaluation of the final results of each group of outer sect disciples who go down the mountain are extremely rigorous. , Zhao Liu cannot be allowed to make his own claims."

Yang Huang's face suddenly changed slightly, "I'm only worried that the mountain god of the Yin Temple has a backer in the government. If Zhao Liu is reluctant to use his power to bully others, he will discuss the matter with the senior officials of the state and county. It is said to be a discussion, but in fact it is not. If Zhao Liu finally convinces the court and the Ministry of Rites of Caiyi to keep the temple of obscenity, or even simply convert it into an orthodox mountain god and become the righteous god of mountains and rivers, it will be very difficult. Although Caiyi said The Five Sacred Gods of the Yi Country are not comparable to their counterparts in the great dynasties. Only the cultivation of the Sixth Realm Qi Practitioners can bring out the strength of the Guanhai Realm on their own territory. The one named Qin here is, after all, a man with a golden body. As long as Zhao Liu stands in the way and helps him get the emperor's order, he might have the strength of the cave mansion realm. If the immortal master from Shen Gaozong just says a few words, the emperor of Caiyi Kingdom will consider it carefully. "

After saying this, the bearded swordsman, Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and Chen Pingan looked at the trembling scholar almost at the same time.

The scholar was a little confused. He couldn't understand any of the words "Five Sacred Gods", "Yin Temple Mountain Gods", or "Dongfu Realm Viewing the Sea". He timidly said: "My father is only a fourth-grade county guard. What mountain gods are not mountain gods? My father probably doesn't understand." He said he’s never heard of it, so he can’t help.”

The bearded swordsman smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not asking for your father's help, I'm just trying to prevent him from being a disservice. Early tomorrow morning, I will accompany you back to Rouge County, and hurry up to meet the county governor. Don't let Zhao Liu do anything. I'm the first to get there first. I believe that as long as Zhao Liu sees me, Mr. Xu, in the county governor's mansion, he will know what he is planning. Even if it does, he must be careful. Let's go to Shen Gaozong to make trouble and learn from the common people. They beat drums and cry for grievances at the gate of the government office, shouting that Mr. Qingtian must make decisions for the people."

At the end of the sentence, the bearded swordsman laughed to himself.

The ghost Yang Huang stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Then thank Brother Xu in advance!"

The bearded swordsman suddenly looked strange. He took a sip of wine and said dullly: "Brother Xu, I'm too old to be your grandson at my age!"

Yang Huang laughed and said: "Heroes don't care about their origins, and friends don't care about their age!"

Even the female ghost had some slight laughter leaking out from behind the veil.

The frail scholar who had finally managed to accumulate some courage was frightened and turned pale by the "sad and lingering" laughter.

That night, the young Taoist priest got too drunk, and the scholar named Liu Gaohua did not dare to open his mouth to drink, for fear that he would never see the sun again tomorrow morning after being so drunk. In the end, the four of them lived together in the second courtyard. Chen Ping'an and Zhang Shanfeng were in the wing next to each other, and the scholar and the bearded swordsman became neighbors.

Nothing happened all night.

At dawn, Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng got up and opened the door. He saw Chen Ping'an already practicing pile walking in the yard. He seemed to be walking slower and slower than when they first met.

After eating the breakfast prepared by the old woman, the four of them said goodbye and left together. Because the sun was rising high and the owners of the ancient house did not like the sun, they did not go out to see them off. They stood on the side of the embroidery building and waved from a distance.

The bearded man yawned, squinted at the increasingly dazzling sun, and said lazily: "It's another new day."

The Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng was chatting with the scholar Liu Gaohua about the customs and customs of Rouge County. After Liu Gaohua walked out of this ancient house, his whole spirit changed completely, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He talked incessantly with the young Taoist priest. Had a great time chatting.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned around and walked to the threshold, and said softly to the old woman: "Old woman, if, I mean, if there is any trouble, you can send a letter to Longquan County in Dali in the north, and send it to a man named Wei in Piyun Mountain. People... just say that Brother Yang Huang is my friend, and Chen Pingan owes you a lot of wine."

The old woman smiled and nodded. Although she didn't take it seriously, she still didn't refuse the kindness.

Some kindness is just like the sunshine in the cold spring. Although there is not much difference between its presence and absence, why should you reject it?

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and handed over seven or eight snow coins, "Dali Longquan and Caiyi Country are a long way away. This is the money for you to send the letter when the time comes, old lady."

This house has already depleted all Yang Huang's wealth, and everything is stretched thin. Therefore, even the wine is brewed by the house, and the dishes are all picked by the old woman from afar.

The old woman hesitated for a moment and accepted the few snow coins.

Sending a letter to the Great Li Dynasty in the northernmost part of Aquarius Continent certainly costs a lot of money, but it definitely doesn't need to be as exaggerated as spending seven snowflakes.

But the boy handed over a handful of coins. They were just like the copper coins in the market, just a small handful, no more, no less. It seems that he refused, or deliberately took a few less pills, which is a little unkind or hypocritical. Even if he accepted it generously, he would not owe a huge favor.

The old woman was a little embarrassed for a moment. At such a young age, she knew how to take care of other people's feelings. She didn't know how much hardship she suffered as a child to have such a sense of proportion.

Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng greeted with a smile: "Chen Pingan, let's go!"

Chen Ping'an sighed and said goodbye to the old woman. After running for a distance, he suddenly turned around and looked at the embroidered building and shouted loudly: "The book says that lovers will eventually get married!"

The female ghost on the other side of the embroidery building looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Although the couple is no longer "human", what does it matter?

The young man carrying the sword case and the gourd hanging at the waist ran backwards and waved goodbye to the old woman again, "Mother-in-law, the stir-fried pork with spring bamboo shoots is delicious! I will come again next time!"

The old woman stood at the door with a warm smile. She looked at the young man bathing in the sun and sighed softly.

A group of people arrived at the prefect's mansion in Rouge County. The governor was handling government affairs in the official hall. The bearded swordsman and Taoist Zhang Shanfeng were sitting in the elegant and simple living room, drinking tea brought by the maid. Liu Gaohua took Chen Ping'an all the way. He went to his father's study like a thief, because Chen Ping'an asked him for a map of Rouge County, and it had to be the kind of map stamped by the imperial court. Although Liu Gaohua didn't know what it was about, he thought he could get it this time. Or after leaving the ancient house, he saw ghosts and ghosts with his own eyes, and even sat at the same wine table with her and drank wine. When he thought of this, Liu Gaohua became so proud that he liked whoever he liked, so he patted his chest and agreed to help. Chen Ping'an stole a map of Rouge County in Caiyi Kingdom, but Chen Ping'an gave him fifty taels of silver without saying a word. Liu Gaohua originally wanted to talk about a friendship in need, and talking about money would hurt feelings, but when he saw those heavy of silver ingots, I suddenly felt that if I hurt my feelings, it would hurt my feelings. Anyway, the chance of meeting again in the future is not great.

Liu Gaohua tiptoed and led Chen Pingan to the study. After closing the door, he rummaged through the cabinets and finally pulled out an old scroll. It was an antique map of Rouge County. It was a candidate map. This was normal. This kind of imperial court The situation map drawn by Qin Tianjian, of the two main pictures, must be hung in the lobby of the government office, and the other is handed over to the local military commander for safekeeping. Only this alternate picture will be put away to collect dust.

After Chen Pingan confirmed that it was correct, he nodded and said: "This is it."

He had to spend fifty taels of silver to buy a very, very small possibility.

Mr. Qi once said that if you see a situation map that looks comfortable, you can take out the pair of landscape seals and cover them without ink pads.

After Chen Pingan asked the scholar about the location of the ancient house on the map, he made an excuse and asked Liu Gaohua to go to the bookshelf to pick out a few books on landscape travel notes. When the scholar turned around, Chen Pingan's palms suddenly became richer. A pair of seals that look like "encountering mountains and rivers" were carved by Qi Jingchun in seal script, and the texture of the seals is the best Lizhu Cave Sky Snake Gallstone.

Chen Ping'an breathed heavily at the two seals, then looked at the location of the ancient house and pressed them down gently.

Then without seeing anything unusual, Chen Ping'an rolled up the situation map, held it under his arm, and said to Liu Gaohua: "Okay, let's leave quickly, lest your father finds out, I won't care about it then, I paid you. I won’t pay you back, you were beaten half to death by the Sheriff, the most I can do is pay for the medicine.”

Liu Gaohua casually took two books and threw them to Chen Pingan, and left the study together.

Chen Ping'an sighed quietly, feeling that the plan he had in mind would probably fail, but this was normal. There was no way that just stamping a seal could change hundreds of miles of Feng Shui luck. He was not a god.

It's just that Chen Ping'an made a mistake in his calculations.

Of course he is not a god.

But it was the teacher who carved the seal.

He is a god among gods.

As a result, for hundreds of miles with the ancient house as the center, the mountains and rivers were turned upside down, the filth receded and turned into pure spirit.

The mountain temple where the Yin Temple Mountain God was located collapsed instantly, and the golden body of the mountain god surnamed Qin was shattered.

Even though the old Taoist master of Shen Gaozong had let him go, met with him privately, and taught him tips and tricks, this made the mountain god overjoyed, and he only felt that he was really lucky, and that he was finally going to have great luck! He is no longer the lingering mountain god of the Yin Temple, but will soon become a righteous god supported by the gods of Shen Gao Sect!

So when his golden body was shattered, he never understood the reason. He just sat in a daze on the altar and disappeared into thin air.

Shen Gaozong Zhao Liu was leaving the town with a group of young ancestors at that time, and he instantly sensed the strange change in the color of the world.

The old Taoist Zhao Liu was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the sect's golden boy personally took action?

I'm afraid the golden boy may not have such magical powers now, right?

The other juniors of Shen Gaozong were even more frightened.

Only the little Taoist priest who looked frightened lowered his head, his eyes full of smiles, and the child was secretly enjoying himself, "Damn it, let me tell you, that guy has lived for hundreds of years. The old bastard, he must have done this, haha, when I return to the mountain gate to see the master, I will brag to him that this time I have met an immortal from the upper five realms!"

On the other side of the embroidery building, Yang Huang, the ghost ghost, ignored the sunshine and burned his soul. He flew quickly to the ridge of the embroidery building and looked at it. The surroundings were full of life, and spiritual energy gathered from all directions. The man's face was filled with shock and ecstasy.

The female ghost even broke open the roof, leaving the ugly body under her dress exposed to the sun. She took a deep breath. For the first time in a hundred years, she felt her heart was fresh and her breathing was smooth.

Yang Huang's eyes were red and he said with great excitement: "There must be a saint to help! Maybe it was because of the appearance of Master Fu that the scene here fell into the eyes of an old god from the Shengaozong, so he gave him a great favor. No matter what, this is all. It's a great thing, something I can't even dream of..."

The man choked and woke up suddenly. He knelt down and kowtowed three times in all directions.

The female ghost couldn't kneel down, so she bowed devoutly in all directions.

The old woman standing in the third courtyard also bowed to all directions.

The old woman who had almost never drank in her life had no reason to think of pouring herself a bowl of wine. If it tastes bad, just drink it. She has lived long enough in this life, and it is already two lifetimes for others.

The old woman went to the foot of the kitchen wall, holding a wine bowl in one hand and a wine spoon in the other. The spoon was inserted into a wine jar that had been opened. It didn't make sense why there was only so much wine left. The old woman was stunned for a moment, a little confused, then frowned, and finally her scalp went numb for a while. The old woman threw the wine bowl and dropped the wine spoon, stood up suddenly, and murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible!"

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and suddenly laughed. She spooned half a bowl of wine again. Then she walked out of the kitchen and sat on a bench in the verandah. Looking at the sunlight falling quietly on the ground in the courtyard, the old woman sipped her drink. Wine, the white-haired old woman was rarely so leisurely and carefree, with nothing on her hands and nothing on her mind.

On such a sunny day before, there was a northern boy named Chen Pingan, carrying a wooden box on his back, trotting backwards, smiling and waving goodbye to the old woman.

There is a small scarlet gourd hanging around the waist, which contains wine, swords and rivers and lakes.

It turned out to be an alcoholic young swordsman.

The old woman drank wine and thought with a smile, for such a good young man, how good a girl must he like?