Sword of Coming

Before entering the border town, we passed by a lonely inn with a crumpled and worn-out bartender hanging outside.

Chen Pingan swayed the wine gourd for a while, and then decided to add some wine. Chen Pingan could taste the quality of wine. He had tasted Wangyou wine from Huangliang Blessed Land, mellow wine from Osmanthus Island, and drinks from roadside corner wine shops. I didn’t buy less and didn’t worry about it so much.

Outside the inn, a thin pole-like native dog was lying on its back, basking in the bright sun. When they saw Chen Ping'an and the other three from a distance, they started to jump up, grinning and roaring.

What kind of hospitality is this?

A little cripple ran out with a knife, pointed the tip of the knife at the dog, and said angrily: "If you yell again, I'll take your dog's head!"

The native dog lay down on the ground sickly.

The little lame man looked up and saw three rare customers. He quickly hid the knife behind his back and said with a smile: "Guests, don't be afraid. We are not a shady shop here. We guarantee that this is a serious business conducted by an innocent family!"

The limping and skinny young man seemed to be worried that the guests would turn around and run away, so he struck first. He turned to the lobby and shouted: "Madam boss, we have a guest, please clean the table quickly, there is your favorite, handsome young man, Still a scholar!”

After the shop assistant announced the good news to the landlady, he quickly turned his head, bent down and stretched out his hand, "Guests, please sit inside. We have green plum wine made by the landlady's ancestral method, as well as my master's best roasted whole lamb, thousands of miles away from the border. , this one has no other branches!”

Chen Pingan and the other three walked into the inn.

There are not many tables for drinking and dining in the lobby on the first floor. It must be because of the lack of business. People can live on the second floor. There are no guests in the lobby at the moment. There is only a woman with her feet on the bench, eating melon seeds and looking sideways at the so-called scholar of the little cripple. She had no hope at first. The little cripple was like a little maggot soaked in a manure pit. He had no knowledge. He would never know how to write the word handsome in this life.

The woman was wearing a red-bottomed yellow floral robe with double front and wide sleeves. The robe was of good quality and good style, but it was a bit old and seemed to be covered with a layer of grease.

The woman has a plump and rosy face, a graceful figure, and her beauty covers all her ugliness. Not to mention that she is not ugly in the first place. She is already a woman in her thirties, and she still will not lose to those beautiful girls of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her eyes lit up, she let out a delicate and charming ouch, threw a handful of melon seeds on the ground, picked them up casually with her embroidered shoes, pulled them under the table, twisted her slender waist vigorously, like a snake, towards Chen Ping'an He twisted it over there, slapped it away, and gently put it on the shoulder of the handsome young man in white robe. He squeezed it easily and couldn't tell. I found a treasure. It looked so good. I never thought it was still on my body. What's interesting is not those embroidered pillows that are useless.

Chen Ping'an saw that she was pushing the envelope and wanted to slap him on the chest. Then he took a step sideways and let her slap the air in the air. He said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, I want to buy three to five kilograms of wine. I don't have food or accommodation. I bought wine." Let’s go, I heard from the waiter that there is ancestral green plum wine here, I wonder what the price is?”

The woman retracted her palm angrily, "Young Master is going to that fox town in such a hurry? You really didn't scare him just to attract business. There are often ghosts and monsters there, which can harm people and make them crazy. This year, it's even worse. Many merchants and travelers have suffered. Misfortune, there are no dead people, but those who are crazy over there must have a pair of hands. So, sir, you'd better stay in our inn. You can have as many jugs of green plum wine as you like, it's not expensive, the best five years Brewing, two pots are only one tael of silver, and a roasted whole lamb. Eat and drink enough. You can stay here with us for the night. Then..."

When she said this, the woman's eyebrows raised slightly with a hint of spring, "Sister, I will personally bring the water for the young master's feet."

Pei Qian was drooling on the side. After hearing the words "roast whole lamb", he couldn't walk.

She wiped her mouth and gently tugged on Chen Pingan's sleeve.

Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked Wei Xian, "Can I drink?"

Wei Xian nodded and said, "A huge amount."

Chen Pingan turned to the proprietress and smiled: "I won't stay here, but you can have a meal at the inn. In addition to the wine at the dinner table, prepare an extra five kilograms of green plum wine for me. I want to take it away."

The woman waved her hand to the little lame man and said, "Choose a sheep for your old hunchback master. Remember to fatten it properly and eat some snacks. Don't think about a cheap master falling from the sky all day long to teach you peerless martial arts. Such a good thing, I can't hit you on the head. Get out of here."

The young man muttered and ran away.

The three of them sat down, and as soon as a bench became empty, the woman went to the counter, took a few plates to eat, put them on the table, and sat opposite Chen Pingan, "From the young master's accent, it doesn't sound like our Daquan Ren's name? Is that the scholar who went on a study tour? From the Northern Jin Dynasty?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's from further south."

The woman leaned forward and bent down to grab a handful of dried fruits bought from Hu'er Town. She pressed her heavy chest on the table and found that the young man was always looking at her face with a smile and his eyes were clear. This made her The woman was a little surprised. Is there a cat in the world that doesn't eat fish? She smiled sweetly and asked: "Shall we have a little drink first? I can drink leisurely with the young master. When the roasted whole lamb is served, I will be slightly tipsy. When the time comes, I will tear off the golden and buttery lamb legs. The taste is really amazing." ”

Chen Pingan nodded and said yes.

The woman went to get a jar of wine and four large white bowls stacked on top of each other. She opened the mud seal and poured the wine into the bowls. The green plum wine was amber in color, especially clean and not turbid. Just by looking at it, it was like a good wine. People are probably a little intoxicating. The woman was quite proud of herself and introduced the ancestral green plum wine with a smile. It is brewed in half a year, three years, and five years, which is the worst half-year brew. There once was a heroic knight from the capital who traveled here, leading a tall horse. After drinking the wine, everyone would hold out their thumbs and praise him profusely, saying that even Daquan Capital had never had such a fine wine.

Pei Qian looked innocent and asked: "People from the capital only drink wine for half a year?"

The woman was so choked that she quickly made up for it, "That heroic man just wanted to have a taste at first, but then he bought several kilograms of green plum wine that had been brewed for five years, just like your young master."

Pei Qian smiled but pretended to be surprised and said: "So that's it, the people in Daquan Jingcheng are really not generous. They just buy some drinks, and they have to taste them first. How about I... Dad, if you want to buy, just buy the most expensive one." Five years of brewing..."

Chen Pingan threw a chestnut at him, causing Pei Qian to hold his head in his hands.

Chen Ping'an moved the large bowl of green plum wine in front of Pei Qian to Wei Xian on the other side, letting the self-proclaimed "massive" founding emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom have two bowls per person. It was just two bowls, so it must be no problem.

Pei Qian rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "Can't I take a sip? After walking such a long way, I'm thirsty and my throat is about to smoke!"

The little girl's lips were chapped and almost bleeding. If it hadn't been for the demon-suppressing talisman on her forehead, which gave her amazing physical strength, she would not have been able to walk to this inn.

Money can make the world go round. A talisman can help her hurry. After all, it's still because of money.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Who drank with you to quench your thirst? I'll ask the landlady for a bowl of water later."

Pei Qian glanced at the fancy old lady, snorted coldly, crossed his arms over his chest, turned his head, and didn't even look at the woman.

The woman didn't take it seriously, got up and brought a bowl of tea over, and gently placed it in front of Pei Qian, "Drink it, no charge."

Pei Qian immediately picked up the bowl with both hands, drank it in one go.

If you don't drink it, you won't drink it. She hates this old woman, but it's not that she hates the bowl of tea in front of her.

Chen Pingan and Wei Xian looked at each other.

Chen Ping'an sighed, thinking that the shopkeeper was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He liked to hold grudges, no worse than Pei Qian. But in the bowl of tea just now, when she turned her back to the three of them, she secretly spit in it. He spit, twisted his wrist, swayed the tea a little, and put it on the table, leaving no trace.

However, the taste of green plum wine is really outstanding. Apart from not containing spiritual energy, it is not inferior to the sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the island ferry. I must fill the sword gourd afterwards. If that doesn't work, let Wei Xian carry a few jars with him. , since I dare to say huge amount, I must be a wine lover.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of the green plum wine, which was so amiable and lovely. It felt like burning coals in his throat and warmed his stomach. He felt better and asked, "Shopkeeper, have you ever heard about Yao's family?" military?"

The woman said casually: "Of course, we are just living on the border. Who doesn't know the reputation of the Yao family's cavalry? I'm not bragging, young master. There used to be a young general named Yao in my inn, with a group of followers. I left after eating the whole roasted lamb and left a large silver ingot on the table. However, these soldiers fighting in the war were scary even if they were just eating and drinking. I didn't dare to get close. I always felt that they had murderous intent. .”

The woman patted her chest gently, feeling sorry for the tight clothes and feeling a little overwhelmed.

Chen Pingan asked: "Does the Yao family's border army have a good reputation?"

The woman smiled and said: "Okay, we ordinary people don't know. We have no chance to deal with these noble people. However, the reputation is not bad, it counts. After all, I have been running an inn here for more than ten years, and I haven't heard of it. There have been rumors about the Yao family bullying whom, and the ones I have heard the most about are the Yao family. So-and-so made great contributions, received rewards from the court, and was promoted to high officials. So-and-so died in the battle in the south of the Northern Jin Dynasty. His daughter-in-law Sure enough, I have become a widow again, and I am really tired of hearing these gossips."

Chen Pingan nodded and had a general impression of the Yao family that migrated from Lizhu Cave to Tongye Continent.

Wei Xian had already finished a large bowl of wine, and now it was his second bowl. His face was flushed, but his eyes were bright, "The border troops neither disturb the people nor raise their hopes. They clearly want to express their stance to the emperor. No." The idea of ​​​​separating the vassal towns is a wise move. Otherwise, there are emperors from other places just outside the bed, how can we rest assured."

The woman was stunned for a moment, "Master, what are you talking about?"

Wei Xian took a sip of the bowl of wine and slapped the table, "Wherever the horses' hooves go, there is territory. This wine is delicious!"

The emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom, who claimed to drink a lot, became a puddle of mud after saying some heroic words. He lay on the table and passed away, snoring like thunder.

Now I have to stay in an inn.

After that, the little lame man and an old man with a hunchback brought a large plate of roasted whole lamb to the table. It was rare for Chen Pingan to be so full, and Pei Qian was even more full. In the end, he almost forcibly tore off the mutton and stuffed it into his mouth. Stuffed. Chen Pingan chewed slowly, ate slowly, and drank slowly.

The landlady was sitting at the counter. Chen Pingan had previously invited her to have dinner with her, but she declined politely. It would be okay to have a drink with her, but it would be too unkind to shamelessly eat with the guests. We don't open an inn like this for business. of. Pei Qian bulged his stomach after eating and started walking around the table, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

Chen Pingan asked for three adjacent rooms upstairs, with Pei Qian in the middle. He helped Wei Xian upstairs and threw him on the bed. Fortunately, he could not drink enough, but the wine was not bad. He would sleep when he was drunk and would not go crazy or talk about alcohol. talk. Pei Qian went to his room, closed the door, and started to burp. Chen Ping'an picked up the bamboo box and put it in his house, then went out, preparing to go downstairs to ask the proprietress more about the customs and customs of the Daquan Dynasty.

Chen Ping'an found a guest coming to the inn. He was a bad guy, wearing a green shirt and robe, about thirty years old. He was sitting at a table, looking at the cold-faced woman at the counter with a silly smile. There was no wine or food, not even a plate of food. Sitting on the stairs below was the crippled shop assistant, looking at the man with disgust on his face.

On the other side of the curtain hanging at the door of the kitchen in the lobby, a hunchbacked old man was sitting on a bench with his legs crossed and smoking a dry cigarette.

Chen Pingan went downstairs in no hurry and lay on the railing.

The sword cultivator who previously blocked the two assassins who were chasing the Yao family's border troops clearly had a back-up plan. Chen Ping'an noticed the looming violent aura in the distance. He should be a big demon with a lot of knowledge, at least It is also equivalent to the realm of sword cultivators, but it suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly in the end. It was forcibly suppressed by a powerful force of righteousness, so the middle-aged sword cultivator retreated hastily, and the martial arts followers wearing nectar armor had no choice but to flee for their lives together.

When Chen Pingan saw the disheveled man in green shirt, his first impression was that this person was probably the hidden figure who could instantly kill the great demon, or a talented monk from the sect with the prefix Tongyezhou Sect, or... someone like Zhou Juran That way, born in a Confucian academy!

But Chen Ping'an soon became unsure, because the man was annoyed by the landlady, looked down upon by the little lame man, and ignored by the hunchbacked old man. He was also short of money, and was well known by the inn. He had no chance to make a fool of himself and look fat. Feeling sad, he looked at the woman and said infatuatedly: "Jiuniang, I don't dislike you for being a widow and having children, really..."

Chen Ping'an slapped his forehead, not to mention the man's identity and cultivation, he only said that he was worse than him when it came to love between men and women. He deserved not to be invited to see him. How could he talk to a woman like this? There were no words of love, they were clearly stabbing the woman in the heart.

Sure enough, the woman who was just showing off her indifference raised her head, stared at the bastard, and gritted her teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I will go to the sheepfold, bring a dustpan of dung, and pour it on your head?!"

Chen Pingan glanced at the woman again.

The man in green shirt was lying on the table, his hands and feet were dancing wildly, especially his hands were like rags. He was so sad that it hurt his lungs. "Jiu Niang, why are you so heartless? How can I live like this? I'm not poor, but the article hates life." Da, you have to have a lot of scholars, otherwise you won’t be able to write wonderful and lasting articles..."

The little lame man spat fiercely, "Uncle Qian Gu Zhan, your limericks are disgusting even to me, who has never read a book."

The hunchbacked old man seemed to be choked, and he was obviously also frightened by that man's eternal article.

The man in green shirt suddenly became enlightened. He immediately sat up straight and looked at the woman with a smile, "Jiu Niang, are you afraid of delaying my bright future? That's why you don't want to be with me? It doesn't matter. I don't care about worldly views... …”

The woman couldn't bear it anymore and said in a cold voice: "Young cripple, old hunchback, whoever can kill him with a knife, I will give him ten taels of silver!"

The old hunchback didn't move, and the little cripple was already running wildly to get the knife from the kitchen.

The man in green shirt stood up, straightened his clothes, then turned around quickly and ran away.

Chen Ping'an stopped going downstairs and returned to his room. After closing the door, he took out the second scroll and put it on the table. Wu Madman Zhu Lian.