"You Ruo..."
The mountain wind was blowing snow, and Li Xiuyuan, who had been sleeping in the mountains for an unknown amount of time, found that when he woke up, snowflakes were already flying in the mountains.
The radish greens in the garden have been covered by thick white snow.
If he hadn't discovered that the fine steel sword that Yun Tianhong gave him was no longer there, he would have even doubted whether Youruo in Tianyu City was a dream?
Fortunately, this guy finally broke through and reached the level of cultivation.
At that time, Qingmei also fulfilled her wish and became the elder of Tianxiang Academy and a great monk in the Fusion Realm.
Think about it, when he met Master Tianyucheng, the old man at that time was only in the middle stage of the Fusion Realm.
In the blink of an eye, Shangguan Wushuang has reached the level of the old master, which is finally good news.
However, he never expected that Youruo would break his murderous intention until now.
What they didn't expect was that after a sudden crisis, the two women rushed to Xinghua Valley to see Shangguan Qiu Ming and Xing'er.
I waved my hand, and my whole body ached.
Thinking that he was injured by the monster under the abyss of Meishan, it seems that his cultivation level is still too low.
After all, the monsters suppressed by the saint are not so easy to deal with.
Fortunately, I found the direction of cultivation.
From now on, you can think about how to turn that snowflake into a sharp sword in your hand.
This is hundreds of times more difficult than that talisman sword.
After cleaning up, Li Xiuyuan closed the door, opened the magic circle, stepped on the thick snow, and walked down the mountain step by step.
Winter is just around the corner, and it will take a long time for the plum blossoms to bloom. He wants to go to the imperial city to see if Dui'er is still there? How is business in the wine shop?
Since we are temporarily living in this world, we cannot live in seclusion in the mountains forever.
But what he didn't expect was that the construction of the giant Buddha by the big lake at the foot of the mountain had stopped, and the previous large lotus platform had been changed into steps in front of the Buddhist hall.
The prototype of a Buddhist temple has begun to take shape. A three-foot-high stone wall has been built on top of the original Buddha.
It seems that it is difficult to build the wall in the snow, so the craftsmen have returned to the imperial city and are waiting for the next spring to continue.
Li Xiuyuan, who was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, stood quietly on the edge of the lake for a while, then turned around and headed towards the imperial city.
With Ksitigarbha's wish, is it possible that this Buddha will not be able to cultivate? So it had to be changed into a Buddhist temple.
Back at Xianlai Restaurant, just after noon, the old man just opened the door and saw Li Xiuyuan getting off the carriage.
So I couldn't help but smile: "I thought it was already snowing, so you have to come back anyway, right?"
Li Xiuyuan asked casually: "What about the little guy?"
The old man sat at the counter, poured a cup of hot tea for Li Xiuyuan, and said, "Just the day before yesterday, his father took her home and said he would come back next spring."
"It's time to go home."
Li Xiuyuan said: "After you took Dui'er away, something happened at the foot of the mountain. The monk wanted to build a wooden house in the mountain. I ignored him, so he wanted to build a big Buddha..."
"Later, I went to Xuanwu Continent in my dream. When I woke up, it was already snowing, and the giant Buddha at the foot of the mountain had turned into an unfinished Buddhist temple..."
The old man looked up at the falling snowflakes in the sky outside the shop and said, "I heard this from the craftsmen in the city."
Pointing to the outside of the shop, he said: "The Buddha fell down three times. The last time the craftsmen were so frightened that they even gave up their wages. They all ran back to the imperial city and took over another job not far ahead..."
"Later, somehow, the monk at the foot of the mountain finally changed his mind and decided to turn the giant Buddha into a Buddhist temple, so some of the craftsmen in the city returned..."
The old man said as he walked out of the counter and outside the store.
Pointing to a place not far from the road that had just been leveled, like the foundation of a Buddhist temple by the lake, he said: "An inn will be built here. It seems that the Tang Dynasty is indeed more prosperous than the Zhou Dynasty."
The old man has never experienced the era of Da Qin, so he can only use Da Zhou as a comparison.
"Want to build an inn? It's interesting."
Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that this was not a good idea. He didn't expect the wine to sell much, at most it was just a way to pass the time.
If this inn opens and life improves, the consumption of wine and meat will have to be consumed every day.
He doesn't have so many thoughts, and he doesn't want to turn his spare time into a wine cave where he can earn a lot of money every day.
Looking at the gloomy sky with snowflakes, Li Xiuyuan said: "Open it, but you can't sell wine to them."
Now that there were only two people here, Li Xiuyuan changed his mind. If the old man hadn't wanted to see Datang, he would have even wanted to close the wine shop.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then continued: "Yesterday the shopkeeper of this inn came to talk to me about selling wine, but I refused and said that I would wait until you come back before making a decision."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said to the old man: "From today on, except for a few regular customers, all new comers only need to drink two bowls in this wine shop. Any more will not be sold..."
After spending a while, Li Xiuyuan explained the whole story to the old man.
Then he said seriously: "The inn is not a restaurant, nor is it a liquor store. You and I don't lack that little money, so how can we do long-term work for them? I didn't come to Datang to make money."
After that, he continued: "I estimate that next summer, I will go to Shui Mo, and I may accompany Sanzang to obtain scriptures. Maybe I will go for three to five years..."
Li Xiuyuan wanted to say that he had a new practice now, and he had not even touched upon the practice of swordsmanship. How could he think about making wine every day for a few pennies.
When the old man heard this, it was better.
It’s not for sale, it’s limited edition.
Thinking about it in the blink of an eye, these things would be unbelievable for others, but it is really troublesome for two people.
I don’t know if one day I leave and I won’t come back.
And Li Xiuyuan, like Da Zhou, obviously would not stay in the wine shop all the time.
Seeing that the old man remained silent, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Even if I am in the imperial city, I will probably stay in the mountains for half of this year. How can I think about making wine?"
When I thought of this, even the snowflakes falling from the sky lost their beauty in my eyes.
Unable to help feeling a little tired, he waved his hand and said, "I'll go in and take a break. Call me if you need anything."
When I entered my room, I found that there was not much moisture in the room. I thought that either Jue'er or the old man would light a charcoal fire inside from time to time to keep the temperature here.
Leaning on the bedside, I thought about what the old man said.
This street has always been a quiet, even lonely place since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty. I never thought that in the Tang Dynasty, it would be prosperous enough to be in a barren tomb...
Build a lively inn with people coming and going.
Fortunately, it's not a brothel, otherwise the resentful souls underground might not be able to live in peace and would want to come out and cause trouble.
On the roadside not far from the wine shop, just as the old shopkeeper said, a three-foot-high foundation made of bluestone has been built.
Since an inn is going to be built here, it naturally cannot be too small. Not to mention the building in the front and the yard in the back, the front door alone is as wide as forty-seven and five.
The snowy wind kept falling, but there was an oil-paper umbrella and a white cloak covering a pretty woman.
The woman was wearing a red coat and a white cloak, which added a bit of nobility.
Behind her were two middle-aged men in raincoats and bamboo hats, who were obviously the leaders of the imperial city's craftsmen.
The two craftsmen spent the long winter preparing materials to build the inn, but the woman was thinking about whether she could sit in her inn and make a pot of tea to entertain guests at this time next year.
However, even though the two craftsmen are eager to make money, they also know that they cannot rush this matter.
Who knows if there will be unforeseen troubles along the way, and the two of them didn't dare to talk to each other at the moment.
Having said that, since I have promoted the Buddhist temple under the snow-capped mountains, I will naturally focus on repairing this inn.
The woman looked at the snowflakes gradually accumulating on the bluestone foundation, looked at the two people and said: "Seeing that the emperor has ascended the throne, the business in the imperial city will be booming next year, and I will have to miss another year..."
A craftsman following her replied tactfully: "That's not necessarily true. When the emperor first takes charge of state affairs, the first year must be to appease the people of the world... Shopkeeper, you are just in time to make money in the second year."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then giggled.
He smiled and said, "That's true. Anyway, since the construction has started, you should pay more attention and don't cut corners or cut corners, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."
The two men quickly replied: "That's not possible, we still have to live here."
The woman thought for a while and then said: "There is something wrong with the foundation. When the time comes, we will have to build a garden in the backyard and plant some fruit trees, flowers and so on..."
Pointing to the scene in front of her, the woman frowned and said, "It's all like this, what will you do then? Can't it be broken open again?"
When the two heard this, they immediately patted their heads and laughed.
He cupped his hands and replied: "We have to go back and look at the drawings and re-plan this matter. If that doesn't work, we'll dig out a piece of the foundation first and then fill it up with some soil..."
The woman waved her hand and said: "You go back and think carefully. Don't miss anything. I'll leave it all to you two."
The two men chuckled and left.
Looking at the empty scene in front of her, and thinking of the bustling scene after the beginning of spring, the woman sighed quietly.
Holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, he walked step by step to the wine shop not far away.
In this weather, just making tea is not enough, you have to drink three glasses of wine.
After searching all over the Imperial City, she only liked the Xianlai Wine Shop in front of her, which only did business for half a day every day, and it didn't seem like the business was particularly good.
Far away, people are still in the wind and snow.
The woman shouted crisply: "Old shopkeeper, I'm here again."
The old man who was boiling a pot of water and wanted to try to warm a pot of wine like Li Xiuyuan heard this raised his head and looked at the woman coming from the snow, and smiled lightly.
While pouring boiling water into the copper basin on the table, he placed the wine flask that he had prepared in it.
The woman who seemed to have closed her umbrella and walked in smiled: "Shopkeeper Qin is here just in time, would you like a glass of wine?"
The woman was startled when she heard the words, and then she smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, and a surprised smile suddenly appeared on her face.
He sat down next to the table, looked at the old man and asked, "What kind of wine is this? Why didn't I taste it like this the last two times I came here?"
The old man smiled: "My young master brewed this wine himself to give away apricot blossom wine. He has never sold it to others."
In the old man's opinion, there were only two apricot trees in the yard, and most of the flowers had to be left to grow apricots. Even if they were all picked, they wouldn't be able to make much wine.
Not to mention, Li Xiuyuan didn't even want to sell wine after returning from the snow mountain.
"It turns out it's stuffed with apricot blossoms..."
The woman gently put the oil-paper umbrella in her hand aside and sighed: "What kind of lovely person does it take in this world to think of using flower petals to make wine?"
The old man replied quietly: "I'm lucky today. My young master has just come back from the mountain and is resting in the backyard. After drinking this glass of wine, I will call him to explain to you."
When it comes to being a bad person, the old man feels inferior to Li Xiuyuan.
With just a wave of your hand, you can turn people away thousands of miles away, and you still have the look of whether you want to buy or not.
The woman surnamed Qin was stunned for a moment, then she suppressed a whisper and said, "So it turns out that when your young master comes back, the shopkeeper will warm the wine to entertain the guests?"
Before the old man could reply, a faint voice came from the backyard.
"Wine or water, you can drink whatever you want. What's the point?"
