The Taoist monk took the wine bottle thrown by Xiao Hei, took a brief sip, and quickly put it away.
Slowly stood up, held hands with Xiao Hei and said with a smile: "It turns out that the donor is a heavenly being, no wonder the Taoist idiot's power can't win..."
Xiao Hei shook his head, pointed at Dingzhou City behind him and said, "If my friend hadn't been able to defeat you, I wouldn't have taken action in this fight no matter what."
"How good!" The Taoist Chi laughed sincerely when he heard this.
Xiao Hei continued: "After you and I fight, as long as the Northern Qi army doesn't use dirty tricks, I will never take action in a battle between the two armies, whether you believe it or not."
The Taoist monk laughed loudly and said: "The world has passed away, and the mountains and seas will remain with me for the rest of my life. Be it the Northern Qi Dynasty or the Great Zhou Dynasty, these are not things that the monk has to worry about."
The Taoist monk who put away the spiritual wine first bowed deeply to Xiao Hei, then turned around and bowed to the young general from the Northern Qi camp behind him.
He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and said, "Monk, you are gone, please don't miss me again!"
Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young general of Beiqi and smiled: "Believe it or not, I had a tie with the monk."
Then, a strange scene appeared in the wasteland.
The two guys who were fighting desperately just a moment ago turned around and left in the blink of an eye.
The difference is that the Dao Chi monk did not go to the Northern Qi camp, but turned around and left quickly into the wasteland.
And Xiaohei also walked towards Dingzhou City step by step under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of troops from the Northern Qi Dynasty.
This was the second time he didn't kill the monk.
The first one was the middle-aged monk from Hanshan Temple. The guy who wanted his life, Xiao Hei only injured his opponent's arm in the end.
As for today's Taoist monk, because of their previous agreement, he didn't even cut off his opponent's arm.
The two of them each received a sword in the chest. Just as Xiao Hei himself said, today's battle was a draw.
Only two huge ravines in the wasteland proved to the hundreds of thousands of capable troops on both sides that a shocking battle had occurred here just a moment ago.
Whether it was the young general of Northern Qi, or Qingyu and the old shopkeeper of Dingzhou City, they all knew that the two of them had not let anything slip.
The old shopkeeper knew that this was Xiao Hei's happiest battle, even if his whole body was seriously injured!
The general of the Northern Qi Dynasty naturally saw the deep wound on the chest of the Taoist monk. From his point of view, if that sword had struck him, he would have been dead!
Fortunately, it seems that the opponent will not intervene in the battle between the two armies.
Almost in an instant, the crowd of people from the Northern Qi Dynasty stood up and left. They had to prepare for the next siege. Today was just a war between the monks of the two countries.
The hundreds of thousands of soldiers in front of Dingzhou City did not cheer, because they knew that there would be several more brutal battles to come.
Only Qingyu was happy, Xiaohei won this battle, although both parties involved said it was a draw.
However, she saw a smile on Xiao Hei's face, and that was enough for her.
If it weren't for Xiao Hei, she might have died on the battlefield right now.
Qingqing held her sister's hand and looked at her brother who had walked to the moat, and couldn't help but grin.
Yan'er pointed at her brother and shouted, "Sister, my brother is bleeding a lot!"
Qingqing touched her head and smiled: "Don't worry, brother has a magic medicine."
"Boom!" There was a burst of spring thunder, and a spring rain finally wet Xiao Hei's feet on the grass and his chest stained with blood.
Although in his own life, he is not actually a hero like his brother, and he even knows that he is sometimes worse than a rogue.
So, like a rogue hero, he bathed in the spring rain, and the blood on his chest dyed a bloody path behind him with the rain.
Until he stepped across the moat, until the heavy city gate opened.
Looking at the oncoming Qingyu, Xiao Hei smiled faintly: "Tonight, just do everything you need to do, and don't make them happy."
Qingyu looked at him and nodded, then helped him get up
Got the carriage that had been prepared long ago.
The old shopkeeper frowned and asked, "Your wound needs to be treated quickly."
Yan'er looked at her brother's chest and screamed: "Brother, please don't leave Yan'er like your mother, okay?"
Qingqing took her sister's hand, stared at her and said, "Don't make any noise. I'll boil a pot of water for my brother when I go back later."
Xiao Hei shook his head and said softly: "My brother was injured much more seriously than Xiao Hei back then."
Where is my hometown? The closer I am to the imperial city, the more timid I feel.
Looking at this majestic city in front of him and thinking about the years he spent here, even Li Xiuyuan, whose heart was like a lake, couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
He looked beyond the high city wall and continued to look forward. Not far away was the snow-capped mountain from back then. Under the snow-capped mountain was the academy. In the academy were the memories of him and his wife.
There was also Zhang Liang's smile and Gao Jianli's warm smile.
The carriage drove slowly into the imperial city, all the way to Gate No. 47.
Xiaohu cheered, took Shuzi's hand and jumped out of the carriage. Shuzi sighed and opened the door that had been sealed for countless years with a wave of his hand.
Until Xiaohu screamed: "Where is brother Xiaohei?"
Li Xiuyuan walked to the eaves of the backyard and sat at the table that Shuzi had just cleared.
Looking at everything familiar in front of him, he waved his hands and sighed softly.
He replied leisurely: "Of course, I'm still on my way back."
After the three of them sat down around the table, Shuzi lit a fire and started boiling water, Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said, "Find some craftsmen over tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Xiaohu chuckled and said, "Sir, are you going to demolish this house and renovate it again?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said: "This roof is too old. It should be replaced. The No. 46 next door should also be renovated. Your little black brother is not alone when he comes back."
Even Li Xiuyuan couldn't figure out why he had come back from the desert and Xiao Hei had not returned from Northern Qi.
Shuzi looked at Xiaohu and laughed: "Now you have something to do. Before Xiaohei and his two sisters come back, you have to tidy up the place where they live."
Xiaohu sighed and said, "It's a pity that my wife is no longer here."
Shuzi glared at him, got up and went to clean up her room, saying at the same time: "Xiaohu, please help my brother clean up the room first, and I will take you to buy groceries later."
It wasn't until the two of them left No. 47 to go shopping that Li Xiuyuan moved the lounge chair out.
Lying on it, covered with an animal blanket, I thought about the monk Huiming in the cave.
Like Qingyu in Dingzhou City, Huiming, with the help of Li Xiuyuan, broke through to the third level of Nascent Soul overnight, which made him panic for a moment.
Before his ascension, the master had taught him all the ways of cultivation.
He made him understand that cultivation is not easy, but he didn't expect that because of Li Xiuyuan's return, he would break through to a level that he never dared to dream of overnight.
And Li Xiuyuan told Huiming countless nights about the Buddhist scriptures he had read and the principles of Buddhism.
Until Huiming exclaimed that Li Xiuyuan's cultivation of Buddhism was even more advanced than his master's.
Li Xiuyuan then said to him seriously: "Da Zhou is just an insignificant microcosm in your life. The past is past. Don't dwell on it anymore."
Li Xiuyuan was afraid that Huiming would look for his relatives in the Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty again. If he did, he would be punished by God.
Huiming has practiced Buddhism with the fat monk for several years. Although he can never forget everything in the past, he also knows that he is dead in the past.
There is no turning back.
Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, he smiled bitterly and said, "In the future, I only hope to be able to practice profound Buddhism like my master and seek the way to immortality."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "Everything is like a dream, just let him pass."
"Everything is like a dream. When will my story end?"
Li Xiuyuan, who was half asleep, muttered, and lost himself in his dream with the faint fragrance of flowers in the backyard of No. 47.
On the 47th, it took several days to demolish the roof and renovate it. With the help of Shuzi and Xiaohu, it was finally completed.
Li Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief. The replaced roof was probably not a big deal if it could withstand hundreds of years of wind and rain.
Just as Xiaohu and his craftsmen started hammering at No. 46, Shuzi opened the shop and started selling wine.
However, Li Xiuyuan waited for two unexpected people, two guys he didn't know at all.
By the way, the old Taoist priest brought Gao Yue'er down from the snow-capped mountains that day to look for him at the place Xiao Hei told him. He never thought that business had already begun here.
Looking at the signboard of No. 47, Gao Yue'er frowned slightly, looked at the master and asked, "Master, why is this place also called Xianlai?"
Shuzi in the store heard the conversation between the master and the apprentice and couldn't help but asked: "Have you seen Xianlai Liquor elsewhere?"
Shuzi knew that if there was still time, the only thing left was the name of the store that that guy Xiao Hei came up with.
This guy is usually too lazy to use his brain. If he wants to open a store, he will definitely have the name of his brother's current store.
When Gao Yue'er saw Shuzi, she couldn't help but asked softly: "Excuse me, are Xiaohei and Qingyu back? Where are his two younger sisters? Why didn't they see them?"
Shuzi was happy when she heard this and looked at the two of them and laughed: "Please come in and have tea."
When the old Taoist priest saw him, he had no choice but to follow him to the wine shop and sit down.
Shuzi called out Li Xiuyuan who was reading in the backyard, pointed at the two people in front of her and said, "They are here to see Brother Xiaohei. Brother, you have to receive them."
When the old Taoist priest heard this, he couldn't help but twitching his brows, patting his thigh and laughing: "I've heard about Mr. Mister's name for a long time, but I didn't expect that I would actually meet you."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Senior, did you listen to what my younger brother said?"
When Xia Yue'er heard this, she couldn't help but ask: "Where is Xiao Hei? Where are Qing Qing and Yan'er?"
"My younger brother should be on his way back to Dazhou from Northern Qi. If he can't come back this spring, he will probably have to wait until autumn."
While Li Xiuyuan asked Shuzi to make tea, he asked, "Where are you two from?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "I met Xiaohei at the foot of Qingniu Mountain in Northern Qi. This is my disciple Yue'er. The one who was with him at that time was Qingyu."
"Sapphire?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know her. I'll have to wait until my brother returns to the imperial city before asking him."
Gao Yue'er couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "When I left, Xiao Hei's legs were broken... He was accompanied by an old shopkeeper, a girl named Qing Qing, and a cute little white wolf named Yan'er. .”
When Shuzi heard this, she couldn't help but screamed: "What's going on? His legs... When we left, he was still alive and kicking. Brother, this..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed after hearing this, looked at Shuzi and smiled bitterly: "Don't be impatient, just wait for him to come back."
The master is watching Xiao Hei's affairs. In his opinion, as long as Xiao Hei's life is not in danger, the old Taoist priest will not say anything.
It's just that his legs were broken. The Tang Dynasty also had broken legs back then.
Not to mention that Xiao Hei cannot be compared with the Tang Dynasty. Xiao Hei went to the Styx River with him.
When Xia Yue'er saw that Li Xiuyuan was not worried about Xiao Hei at all, she couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that he can heal his broken leg by himself?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at the two of them and said, "Ordinarily, I should invite you two to stay here for a few days, but the yard next door is still under renovation, so I can only force you to stay in an inn for a few days."
Xiao Hei was able to make a few friends in Dazhou, and his elder brother Li Xiuyuan was also happy for him.
It's just that No. 47 will never entertain guests. This is his principle.
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "It's okay. It's rare for us to go down the mountain once, and we happened to meet Mr. There are some things that I can't help but ask you for advice."
Shuzi refilled tea for the master and apprentice, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, would you like a drink tonight?"
