Qinglian's carriage drove slowly along the stone slabs of Tianjie, and the sparkling wheels made an unpleasant sound as they pressed against it.
In the carriage, Lan Xun'er and Wen Youruo from Tianxiang Academy frowned and were a little upset. They were a little worried about the upcoming meeting.
Lan Xun'er came to No. 47 Tianjie today not for anything else, but just to see the little shopkeeper who sells wine.
She wanted to see what the young man who had driven her out of Tianxiang Bookstore looked like now after so long.
She wanted to know what was so special about the guy who sold two thousand spirit stones for a calligraphy but Yuqiong Pavilion refused to resell it.
She always thought that Xiu Yuan's words were not worth two thousand spirit stones, until her companion Wen Youruo commented that he saw an infinite sword intent in the banner of Yuqiong Pavilion...
She could no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart. The first thing she did when she came back from the foreign battlefield was to come to No. 47 Tianjie to take a look.
For this reason, she did not call Fat Ning Xiaochen or Yun Feng, but quietly called You Ruo.
The carriage stopped passing by, and the first thing that caught my eye when I entered the store was a childish and clean face with a shaved head.
The silk white robe is still so clean, even cleaner than the eldest lady like her, which makes people feel a little jealous and a little fond of her.
She didn't know why, but looking at Li Xiuyuan's bald head, she felt a little annoyed. If You Ruo hadn't told him that this guy had sword intentions in his words, maybe she wouldn't have come here again.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two women in a white dress and a red dress. There was no trace of joy on their faces. They were still sitting quietly in the shop, holding a wolf hair and copying the master's book.
Whether you buy it or not, my words will hang there.
Lan Xun'er stepped forward and looked at him curiously, probably wondering if this guy was pretending?
Youruo stepped forward and looked at the new chapter written by Li Xiuyuan. She looked at it again and again. As she looked at it, there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes, as if she had become the protagonist in Li Xiuyuan's poem.
Looking at it, Youruo couldn't help but read softly:
When you are sober, you just sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under flowers;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
...
"Little shopkeeper, where is Luoxia Mountain? Why haven't I heard of it?" Looking at Li Xiuyuan who lowered his head and said nothing, Youruo couldn't help but ask softly.
After speaking, he approached Li Xiuyuan and looked at the scroll he copied in surprise.
He praised: "No wonder Yuqiong Pavilion spent two thousand spirit stones to buy your poem. I didn't expect that your sword intention has turned into condensed sword power. Speaking of which, the words hanging in Yuqiong Pavilion really have a kind of It means to hold a store."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan became interested and asked, "What's that? I just want to run my small winery quietly."
Youruo chuckled and said: "The reason is very simple. The more they say they won't sell it, the more interested the guests will be... As time goes by, the guests will study the charm and meaning between the lines. Sword Intent.”
Li Xiuyuan smiled and did not explain the relationship between himself and Feng Ruyu. He would not do business with tiger skins, but if someone was willing to think about it himself, it would be natural for him to get some business from it.
Lan Xun'er looked at the signature on the calligraphy and painting, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Luoxia Mountain people, haha, so the little shopkeeper is the kind of fairy with apricot blossoms?"
Li Xiuyuan put down the wolf in his hand and placed it on the inkstone on the table, then reached out and lit the water stove on the table.
Looking at the two people, he said: "You have your own pride, and I also have my own needs. I opened this small shop just for practice and life. Could it be that I ran to the door of Yuqiong Pavilion and told others that that word was mine? Can’t you write it?”
When Lan Xun'er heard this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply as she looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. She looked at Xiu Xiuyuan and smiled, and said quietly: "Write two calligraphy for me, you decide the price. "
You Ruo turned her head to look at Lan Xun'er, then turned back to Li Xiuyuan and said, "I am a poor man. She spent money to buy two paintings. I robbed her. You can treat it as buying two and getting one free."
Li Xiuyuan was startled, and thought to himself that only you could say this. This was the first time he heard the principle of buy two, get one free.
If this was No. 47 Tianjie, he thought he was back in a small wine shop in Ding'an City.
Youruo looked at him and smiled and said: "You can pick apricot flowers to make wine? From now on, this wine will be called apricot flower wine. Is this a good idea of mine? For the sake of my efforts to help you, I will use this apricot flower wine." Will the immortal give it to me?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled for a moment, then stood up and poured tea for the two of them.
"Let's have a cup of tea first!" He didn't rush to answer the two people's questions. In his opinion, their questions were not problems.
The two women walked to the table and sat down, picked up the tea cups in front of them, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed aside, and couldn't help laughing.
"It seems you are not as bad as I thought. Why were you so vicious last time?"
After taking a sip of tea, Youruo looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked with a smile.
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly at himself, thinking about the hard work of making wine these days, and sighed secretly in his heart. If you respect me, I will naturally treat you as a guest. You clearly act like a villain, don't I still know how to bite dogs? ?
"Friends are here, let's have some good wine!" Li Xiuyuan replied inexplicably after thinking about it.
When You Ruo heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Lan Xun'er and said with a smile, "This guy compared Ning Xiaochen to a monster."
Lan Xun'er couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and laughing: "Any poem with some artistic conception is enough. I don't know how to write poetry. I just like your handwriting..."
After talking to this guy for a few words, Lan Xun'er finally felt better about Li Xiuyuan, her voice softened a little, and she looked at him and spoke softly.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at the two of them and smiled: "Would you like to try the wine I brewed? If you don't drink it now, you will have to wait until next year."
"Why?" Lan Xun'er and You Ruo asked at the same time.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "Only the wine I make in spring can be regarded as fine wine, and the rest can only be regarded as wine."
"Why?" they asked again.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at the two of them and smiled: "Spring flowers and summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow. Only the temperature in spring is the most suitable for wine making. A vat of good wine must be stored for all four seasons.
"I just made this wine, and I don't know if the wine I made this year can be stored next spring..." In fact, what Li Xiuyuan wanted to say is that by this time next year, he doesn't know if I will still be here.
It's just that he didn't even say this to his master, let alone the two proud girls of Tianxiang Academy in front of him.
You Ruo opened her mouth wide when she heard this, and after a while she replied: "Hurry up, let me have a taste."
Lan Xun'er also opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and shook his head. He stood up and took a small jar of wine from the wine rack, patted it open, and took three more wine glasses and placed them in front of the three of them.
"While drinking and drinking tea here, I'm afraid I'm the only one here."
He smiled while pouring wine into three glasses.
Youruo picked up the cup and put it under her nose, sniffed it gently, took another sip, looked up at Li Xiuyuan and smiled: "Oh, it's not bad, it tastes like fine wine."
Lan Xun'er couldn't help but take a sip. Unlike Youruo's expression, she just put the cup back on the table after taking a sip.
Then he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "How can I sell this wine?"
"Ten spiritual stones for the small urn, fifty for the large urn, no bargaining. If you buy more calligraphy and painting, both of them will cost 100 spiritual stones, no bargaining." Li Xiuyuan took a sip of wine and watched the two people reply quietly. road.
Lan Xun'er laughed when she heard this, pointed to the wine on the table and said with a smile: "I want four jars of wine and two pictures of words. Go ahead and write two more pictures for me. I want to give them away."
When You Ruo heard this, she couldn't help but ask: "Sister Xun'er, who do you want to give it to?"
Lan Xun'er glanced at her and said with a smile: "Senior sister is getting married next month, isn't she? I'll send you a picture with a calligraphy and a jug of wine as a congratulatory gift."
Upon hearing this, Youruo nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Senior Sister Shangguan. It seems that I have to buy a jar of wine for her. I am a poor man, little shopkeeper. I will buy two jars of wine. Give me your words."
After speaking, he pointed to the wall, looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled.
Li Xiuyuan glared at her and replied: "That word is not for sale."
After speaking, he moved the tea stove and wine jar on the table to the counter, and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone aside.
Take the remaining wine in the cup, pour it gently into the inkstone, reach out and pinch a tube of pine ink and grind it carefully.
He leaned a little and looked at the expectant eyes of the two people. He didn't know how to laugh for a moment. The raised wolf hair was frozen in the air, like a zombie standing in the middle of the night.
Use a machine to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and weak.
On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing and the swallows are refusing to let people go home.
...
With four machines, the mandarin ducks are ready to fly together. It's a pity that the old man turns gray first.
Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.
...
Ignoring the screams from the two swords on the side, Li Xiuyuan continued to write. As the sword intent struck out one after another under the pen, the depressed mood in his chest and abdomen due to the master's condition seemed to be struck by the sword intent one after another. He slashed away with one sword after another.
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the brow, but our hearts.
...
This letter was written by him on the Tianshan Mountains back then to the young lady on the Phoenix Mountain thousands of miles away, to express his inner sorrows because the two of them were practicing with their masters.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Li Xiuyuan, who lost his memory, wrote this poem again.
What made him even more unexpected was that God seemed to be deliberately torturing him and put this old word with the same content in different fonts once again into the hands of the young lady who had received Li Ye's letter back then.
However, Li Xiuyuan is still Li Ye on the Tianshan Mountains.
The difference is that the young lady is no longer the young lady on Phoenix Mountain.
...
Really in good spirits, Li Xiuyuan wrote two pieces. Looking back at Youruo's resentful eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
It is rare to meet a woman who likes her own words and can still see the meaning of the sword between the lines.
With a swipe of his pen, he copied the poem "Wang Long" again.
Before the two women could yell, they took the seal and pressed it on the cinnabar on the table. Just for a moment. Three words appeared in front of the two people.
"Are you going too fast? You just earned Xun'er's one hundred spirit stones?!"
Youruo looked at Li Yuan and screamed. Although she said this, it did not affect her mood. She patted Li Xiuyuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Seeing how diligent you are, I will buy four jars just like Sister Xun'er." ."
Lan Xun'er stood in front of the banners Li Xiuyuan had just written and was stunned. She pointed at one of them and asked, "What does this mean? Why do I feel that there is an unfinished meaning?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at her and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and laughed: "My teacher taught me this. The title of the poem is "Four Zhang Ji". There were originally nine, but the teacher thought it was troublesome and only recorded four."
"With four machines, the couple wants to fly together. It's a pity that the old man will turn white first... Such a sad and beautiful artistic conception. I will keep this one and give the other one away."
