"I'm willing to admit defeat, old cow nose, but don't deny it. Take the money and get the money." The fat man was so happy that he almost fell off the bamboo chair. He danced and stretched out his hand to grab the silver coins on the table, but was blocked by a skinny old hand. He widened his eyes and glared at the old man beside him.
I never thought that the old Taoist turned a blind eye, twirled his beard, looked at the fat man a little narrowly, and said: "It's not impossible, I'm just a poor Taoist who made a mistake. Since I am betting against you, how can I regret it? I don't know that he is famous. The Sword Immortal is so crazy that he found such an apprentice in a remote mountain. Seeing this attitude, he really intends to pass on all he has learned. What? Those juniors in Zhongzhou are not in the eyes of your Sword Immortal. You are asked to find a disciple of the mantle who is so hard-working?" From the perspective of ordinary people, this old Taoist and immortal figure is a person who cannot be underestimated, but his words are full of guns and sticks, and he is very philistine. .
"Give me the money before we talk, otherwise there will be no discussion." The fat man was Wu Shuang. His face was red at the moment and he was desperately reaching for the money on the table. After a tiring journey, he passed through the passes along the way, replenishing dry food and buying drinks, all of which were in vain. He opened a teahouse in the town for several years, and his belongings were exhausted. The hero starved to death for a penny. In his eyes, having dozens of taels of silver can be regarded as a measure of wealth and life, so he didn't care about talking nonsense with the old man, and just stretched out his hand as much as possible. But the old Taoist's technique was extremely mysterious, pushing horizontally and pulling vertically, and lightly blocked Wu Shuang's powerful fist. In a moment, only two groups of flying shadows could be seen flying back and forth, and they could not get past it.
Wu Shuang was anxious, and his natal sword flew out like a child looking for a path, breathing in sword energy. The proud old Taoist was so frightened that he quickly shrank his hands and let Wu Shuang take away the money on the table and stuff it into his arms like a thief. He knew how powerful this sword was. Although Wu Shuang didn't like the title of Sword Immortal and thought that there was a sky outside the sky that was too arrogant, people like them could not afford to be careless with Wu Shuang's sword. He could only dress like this shopkeeper. Only after two real fights with Wu Shuang can we get a glimpse of this person's sword spirit.
"Wu Shuang, you are really irritating. For just a few earthly coins, you actually do violence to a poor man? How many natural and earthly treasures did you take away from my mountain in the past few years? They are all priceless treasures. Even The Qimen seedling I was interested in was also kidnapped by you. Lin Lin finally came down. How much money do you owe me, but you don’t know the amount in your heart?" The old Taoist is extremely sharp-tongued. Even if he looks at the immortal style, there is always a three-pointer. The posture of telling fortunes while setting up a stall.
"Nonsense, just because of your way of doing things, if a good seedling falls into your hands, sooner or later it will have to live on the streets with you, cheating and abducting. You might as well become my apprentice. Besides, if you keep those treasures of medicinal materials and you can't give birth to little ones, you At such an old age, I am afraid that you will not be able to make up for it, so I find a reason to keep it for you. What's wrong?" The fat shopkeeper put the sword back into the scabbard with satisfaction and said cheerfully. As for the old Taoist's livid face, for Wu Dajianxian He said that he was not surprised at all, without any shame.
The small courtyard is right in the middle of a bamboo forest. It is quiet and cool. The blazing sunlight follows the bamboo leaves and is eaten away by the bamboo shadows. It is very cool and suitable. Lao Dao and Wu Shuang made some side dishes to go with wine, opened a jar of clay-sealed old wine, and drank for a while on the bamboo table.
"Where did this wine come from?" When the old Taoist slapped the mud seal open, Wu Shuang's eyes were already wide open. The aroma of wine was fragrant in his nostrils, and his mouth immediately started to water. The wine bug came uninvited. In the past half month, Wu Shuang had been suffering from addiction. However, there was not much silver left in his sleeves. How could he have any spare time to exchange for wine, so he had to suppress it along the way. When he smelled the aroma of fine wine, he couldn't care less. With due etiquette, he snatched the jar of good wine from the old Taoist's hand and took a sip. He felt very refreshed and sincerely praised: "I didn't expect that you are such a talented person. You can get such good wine. It's very wonderful." The old Taoist said. He was holding a whisk and putting it into the back collar of the Taoist robe to relieve the itching. Hearing Wu Shuang's praise, he said proudly: "I don't even know what kind of status the Taoist master has. I can have as much Shuoshu wine as I want for decades. You’ll take advantage today.”
During the chat, Wu Shuang learned about the origin of this wine. No wonder he didn't get a good taste of it when he came to Caixiantan last time. This Shuoshu wine did not originate here, but was introduced from Zhongzhou. The brewing process is extremely complicated and full of calculations. It requires a hundred and twenty steps, and there must be no mistakes. Once the brewer neglects his duty, the entire vat of wine will become useless. At the very least, the wine will become stale, without the original mellow taste. Initially, the recipe for the wine was obtained by a wine general in Zhongzhou, but he was quite stingy and did not want to hand over the recipe. He secretly brewed it at his own home. Over the past ten years, he had buried a lot of wine in the cellar. Several hundred jars of Shuoshu will be reserved as life-saving money for children and grandchildren in the future, and then they will be used for their own consumption. It is unknown where such a huge amount of raw materials and manpower came from. It was not until a few years ago, when the wine was about to die of old age, the family was in decline, and the children and grandchildren were idle and idle, that the wine was reluctantly handed over to the court and hundreds of jars with dozens of years of history were sold off. Shuo Shu's reputation was instantly unparalleled, and even the rich and powerful were willing to pay a hundred taels of gold to acquire a ten-year-old Shuo Shu.
"The wine is good wine, but the name is a bit strange." Wu Shuang picked up the wine jar and took another sip. He drank less than half of the jar and felt a little tipsy for a while, so he asked casually.
"I haven't seen you for many years. You are very short-sighted." The old Taoist priest's white beard was slightly curled up, and he pulled out the fly whisk from his back. It turned out to be a bald floating dust. The head that should have been horsehair or fox hair was extremely smooth, as if it had been shaved off. Broken, with a flat cross section. "There are several medicinal materials in this wine. The bitterness is removed using ancient methods, which can remove heat and relieve fire without hurting the spleen and stomach. It was first created in the north, so it is named Shuoshu." The old Taoist dipped two fingers into the wine bowl in front of him and said, Two words were written on the table, and then he sighed with emotion, "A pot of a hundred gold or even a thousand gold is so extravagant. Little do you know that people in the world die of hunger every day, and there is no poverty anywhere in the world."
"That's the truth." Wu Shuang leaned back on the bamboo chair and narrowed his drunken eyes.
"Earlier you asked me why I accepted him as my disciple, but now I won't give in. I, Wu Shuang, walk in the world, and the most important thing is my heart and temper. Even if he is like an old ox plowing the land during his cultivation, what does it have to do with me? Sooner or later, in the martial arts, There will be a master who can act upright and sit upright. Although those guys in Zhongzhou have good qualifications, in ten years, my apprentice will be able to beat them all."
"Is it the same as when you were young? You just stopped moving when you encountered an eye opening?" the old Taoist joked.
"It needs to be stronger."
The old Taoist with white hair and childish face put down his wine bowl and looked towards Caixian Beach. Sitting alone on the beach was a young man in white, sleeping with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, but his waist was as stubborn as a pine tree, and his branches were straight and straight.
Perhaps this time, he was really like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.
Maybe it can indeed change some patterns.
The wine on the bamboo table has not yet dried.
Those two characters are Shuo Rat.
