"Come and have a bowl of wine at your leisure, and watch Zhang Liang being bullied with a smile."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled lightly: "When will you take my brother to school? I will prepare the tuition for him."
Zhang Liang was stunned when he heard this: "This wine hasn't been sold yet, where did you get the money?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "You don't have to worry about this matter, as long as you take his brother to study hard."
Zhang Liang smiled and said: "If I can stay with Master with peace of mind and forget about trivial matters, maybe I can gather my energy and enter the realm of cultivation."
"That's it?" Li Xiuyuan asked, "For example, the official lady who sent you out that day?"
At this point, Zhang Liang fell into silence for a long time, and his smile became a little sad: "The so-called beauty, who doesn't have someone he loves on the water side?"
Hearing these words, Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled because he thought of Mu Mu.
This time, I unexpectedly surprised the master, the old Taoist priest, and I am afraid that Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu will be disappointed again.
When there are thoughts in the heart, there will be thoughts, and when there are thoughts, there will be worries. When there are worries, you will feel like you have become this miserable-looking guy in front of you.
After thinking for a while, he said: "How old are you? Believe me, your good match is not the girl of that day."
When Zhang Liang heard this, he couldn't help but stare at him and asked: "Is it possible that you can tell fortunes? Why did Master also say that he is not my good match?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said leisurely: "If she really likes you, she will be with you forever, but that day I clearly saw her making a choice in her heart."
Seeing that Zhang Liang didn't say anything, Li Xiuyuan continued: "There is nothing wrong with him choosing his parents, but you two are no longer destined to be together."
"True love is unreasonable. It will not make choices for others, nor will it change due to the passage of time. Whatever changes, it is not worth your efforts."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the gray stone wall in the yard and thought that in spring, he could carve a formation on it.
Zhang Liang was silent for a moment and replied: "Thank you, I'm not as sad as before."
"Don't be afraid." Li Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Liang's childish face and said with a smile: "In a few days, if you still feel uncomfortable, come here to get drunk. If you get drunk a few more times, you will be able to forget about each other and not recognize each other on the street. ."
Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows slightly and replied: "Wouldn't this be too childish?"
Li Xiuyuan laughed and said: "Life is a drama. You have to understand that the people in the imperial city are not worth your life. Your life is of great use. Didn't your teacher tell you?"
"Teacher, teacher, he called me a pig."
Zhang Liang shook his head and said with a smile: "The teacher seems to hate me and wants me to find some other meaning in life."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He obviously did not expect to hear such a reply. He thought Zhang Liang's teacher was also an interesting person.
After thinking for a while, he said: "As your teacher said, you are indeed a pig. At this age, you should read a few more books and then find a way to travel thousands of miles."
When Zhang Liang heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "The teacher said so too. From this point of view, the eldest brother can be Zhang Liang's teacher."
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and said, "No, I don't even want to teach Xiao Hei, let alone you."
After drinking a pot of tea, Zhang Liang felt that his gloomy mood had finally improved a lot, so he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile, "I'm going to see the teacher and ask about Xiao Hei."
After speaking, he didn't wait for Li Xiuyuan to reply, and pushed the door open while laughing.
Li Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Liang's back and said with a faint smile: "Golden scales are just things in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering wind and clouds."
…
Although he brewed his own wine and put up a brand, Li Xiuyuan had no idea when he would open the business and wait for a price.
The old Taoist priest came here once. Now he and Xiao Hei are not short of money. At worst, Zhang Liang can take out the gold coins and exchange them for copper coins, and then give Xiao Hei some to put on his body.
When it's snowy and windy, it doesn't mean no one is shopping.
Just as Li Xiuyuan was sending Zhang Liang away and clearing away the tea sets on the table, he heard footsteps in the snow.
When I looked up, I saw a master and a servant who came in. They seemed to be people shopping.
There was no wine for sale yet, and Li Xiuyuan was too lazy to welcome guests. He was just clearing away everything on the table while thinking about whether to ask Xiao Hei to get up and write.
Looking at the wind and snow outside the store, I thought that people who come to shop in this weather really have a lot of time.
Just like the name of my store.
The owner in front of him, dressed in silk and satin, looked like he was either rich or noble. Even the servants following him were more elegantly dressed than Li Xiuyuan.
I saw the owner with a round face and big ears walking into the store. He came closer and looked carefully at the two paintings hanging on the wall, giving people the impression of a scholar.
After some research, he said to Li Xiuyuan: "Shopkeeper, are you selling books or wine here?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, looked at him and replied: "I'm sorry, I have nothing to sell right now, I just saw off a visiting friend."
"Are you selling the words hanging on the wall?" The fat man turned to look at Li Xiuyuan and asked.
"Not for sale." Li Xiuyuan responded calmly.
The fat man was angered by him and couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Since you won't sell it, why are you hanging it on this wall? You are a rough guy, do you still want to get involved in the elegance of the academy?"
Li Xiuyuan suppressed the anger in his heart and replied quietly: "This guest, my shop has not opened yet."
"You are a rough man, but you insist on imitating the elegance of the literati? How about this? I want this calligraphy. How about I give you two copper coins?"
The fat man looked at Li Xiuyuan with a giving look and said calmly.
Li Xiuyuan was angry and thought, do you think I am a fool? I still need two pence for this bowl of wine?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but said coldly: "Isn't it the law of Da Qin to prohibit hanging calligraphy and painting in stores?"
The fat man suddenly changed his color and scolded: "Why are you so disrespectful! I think you don't want to hang out here anymore!"
Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "I have not violated the laws of Daqin. It is not your turn to insult me now."
When the fat man heard this, his face was livid with anger. He pointed at Li Xiuyuan and shouted angrily: "Lands and rivers meet each other, and we will meet again."
After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and rushed into the wind and snow outside the store.
The servant who was following behind looked at the master's back as he hurriedly left, and shouted after him: "Master, be careful of the slippery road in the snow!"
"It's so baffling!"
Looking at the master and servant diving into the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan got angry and simply closed the store door.
He wanted to go back to the backyard to grill a piece of meat, and asked Xiao Hei to get up and drink two glasses of apricot wine, which would make him feel relieved.
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In recent years, apart from occasionally visiting Li Xiuyuan to make wine, Zhang Liang spent more time at home, bored in the house.
There were not many people in the house, except for the old housekeeper, a few maids, and a woman who was the cook.
These people were all brought by him from his hometown. Like his family, and like Li Xiuyuan and Xiao Hei, Zhang Liang spent money to buy them new identities.
This is the only thing he can do.
Originally, he wanted to keep Li Xiuyuan and Xiao Hei in the house, as it would look lively with so many people.
However, Li Xiuyuan liked peace and quiet, and wanted to pay him back by making wine, so he had no choice but to regard the small courtyard that was already idle as a future wine shop.
Brewing is a good business in the Imperial City, as long as he can go through the relevant official procedures.
An old man came to the house today, but he was an old man whom Zhang Liang's family knew. Because he was traveling in the autumn, he had not come to Zhang Liang's house until today.
Before the old man reached the room where Zhang Liang was, his steps suddenly slowed down and his face slightly frowned.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, his outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and he released his consciousness cloud and looked at Zhang Liang in a daze in the room.
The furnishings in the room were simple. Zhang Liang was sitting at the table. There was a piece of plain silk piled on the table, which was densely covered with small seals. Zhang Liang was reading carefully with his head down.
The old man shook his head and thought, "I'm not asking you to be an assassin. What are you doing with a wooden sword hanging above your head?"
Lao You had told Zhang Liang many times before that he hoped he would not study hard in swordsmanship.
Even if you want revenge, you don't have to be an assassin. The old man who is far more skillful than being an assassin has also taught the Zhang family, but this guy just likes to take advantage of others sometimes.
I dream that one day I will become a great warrior walking around the world.
The old man was cursing in his heart: "Are you a pig? If you only have swords and hatred in your heart, you will only be an assassin bleeding five steps. Isn't it a waste of my hard work?"
Before he could curse, Zhang Liang's arm moved in the room, and he raised his hand to hold the long sword lying aside.
Without moving his body, he waved his hand and slashed at the wooden sword hanging three feet above his head.
Only three sounds of "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang." were heard. The three clear sounds were still echoing in the air, and the long sword in his hand had been withdrawn.
Lao He smiled slightly and said to himself that even if you practice for three more years, it will be nothing more than this. Fortunately, you didn't practice how to gather Qi, otherwise you would be flying into the sky by now.
Seeing Zhang Liang staring blankly at the wooden sword above his head with a frustrated look on his face, the old man reached out and pushed open the door.
Zhang Liang immediately put away the sadness on his face when he saw it, looked at him and smiled: "Senior, this trip took a long time, and it was the beginning of spring after seeing the New Year."
The old man smiled faintly, picked up the silk on the table, looked at it, and said: "Three hundred poems, why not spend more time studying the art of war I gave you."
The old man in front of him was Zhang Liang who met his fate when he was in Xiapi. The old man behaved strangely and made things difficult for Zhang Liang several times. Fortunately, Zhang Liang was kind-hearted and didn't care about the old man's behavior.
So the old man told Zhang Liang that he had a fate with Zhang Liang and would teach him some personal skills.
Later, Zhang Liang came to the imperial city, and the old man followed him.
It's just that the old man is like a wandering cloud and wild crane. It's good that Zhang Liang can see the old man for two months in a year.
Even when he came to the imperial city, Zhang Liang's determination to take revenge gradually became stronger and stronger, and he longed to gather his energy and wield his sword to avenge himself every day.
This is also the reason why the old man only taught him the art of war and did not teach him how to practice.
In the eyes of the old man, Zhang Liang was not an assassin with blood spattered everywhere. He had better expectations for Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang sighed and replied: "I don't have the ability to move mountains and reclaim seas like my predecessors, otherwise I wouldn't be thinking about revenge day and night."
The old man sighed, looked up at the wooden sword hanging on the beam, looked at the different depths of the sword marks, and shook his head gently.
He said calmly: "If this is the case, you won't make any progress if you practice for another three years."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Liang disagreed. He looked at the old man and said, "I made two new brothers a few days ago. Perhaps, in the spring, those guys will help me embark on the path of spiritual practice."
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but count his fingers, and then he frowned again and again, and kept saying: "No, this is wrong. Where did you meet these two brothers?"
Zhang Liang was amused and laughed: "I picked them up on the roadside. The two brothers were in rags and had nowhere to go, so I took them in..."
"Later, the brother said that he wanted to make wine and sell it to me to pay back the money, and he wanted to open a wine shop. God, I gave him the shop at No. 47. Now that the wine has been brewed, I will wait until the procedures for selling the wine are completed. Make money.”
With a thought in his heart, the old man's intuition told him that the two brothers Zhang Liang met were not ordinary people.
After thinking for a while, the old man said in a deep voice: "I want to meet those two brothers."
