The battle outside the wine shop started with a sword from the desert youth.
Then the middle-aged man who was in the middle stage of distraction took action, and then there was a duel between leaves, flying flowers, magic circles and the Turkic elders.
This is Chang'an Imperial City, and Li Xiuyuan cannot leave evidence for the Yamen to cause trouble for him.
Therefore, he could only use a flame to burn the monk who fell on the ground.
The spring rain is getting heavier, but it cannot extinguish these quietly burning flames.
When the flames are extinguished, these monks will turn into dust and flow to the earth with the rain.
Yang Jue, who was leaning under the tree, was holding his broken arm, blood gurgling from his fingers. He could clearly feel the pain and the terrifying sword energy.
Until now, he still didn't know whether the young man in front of him used magic to kill his uncle and his five companions.
Looking at the young man standing at the door of the wine shop, Yang Jue was surprised that the young man in front of him didn't even have true energy flowing in his body.
He was thinking about what his uncle said before, whether this small shop was full of magic. The young man in front of him even used these magic to kill his uncle and his companions.
It is rare for a young man to have so many terrifying methods, whether in the desert or in the imperial city of the Tang Dynasty.
He stretched out his hand, pointed at Li Xiuyuan and murmured: "You...you actually killed my uncle..."
Li Xiuyuan glanced at him and said calmly: "Do you want to leave, or do you want to find them?"
"Let me go, I swear I will never come to Datang again!"
Struggling to sit up from the ground, Yang Jue didn't even dare to pick up the severed hand in the grass in the distance.
Trembling, he said: "None of this has anything to do with me, I just want to live..."
Li Xiuyuan frowned, looked at him and said seriously: "You can come to trouble me, but you are not allowed to come to trouble the woman in the inn, otherwise I will go to the desert to find you..."
Yang Jue sighed, covered his wound, lowered the bamboo hat on his head, and rushed towards the vast rain and fog...
With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan let go of the frightened desert youth.
Picking up an umbrella, he put away the bows, arrows and swords that fell on the street one by one, along with some gold and silver coins scattered in the rain.
I thought I could give Sanzang and the young monk some more travel expenses.
The thunder in the sky gradually subsided, but the spring rain did not stop. A cool breeze blew slowly, and the bloody smell before was gone.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the rainwater that formed a stream, washing away the dust from the burning on the ground.
He thought to himself that he would wait for Qin Xiangyu to come back, maybe he didn't know that a fight had just happened here.
That's good, at least he figured out the purpose of these guys.
Back at the wine shop, the old man was already sitting in the shop boiling a pot of water. He frowned at Li Xiuyuan who had wet his clothes and shoes.
Asked: "If you just let that kid go, will there be any trouble?"
The man is dead, the night has not yet arrived, and the tea is warming.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, reached out to pick up the spiritual tea that the old man poured for him, took a shallow sip, reached out to pick up the petals on the counter, and a smile appeared on his face.
The charcoal fire in the small stove was burning gently, and the spring water above made a purring sound.
A touch of the faint fragrance of flowers in the mouth completely washes away the last trace of blood in the mouth and nose. The rain in the sky is like weaving, trying to give the world a sense of peace.
He sighed and replied in a low voice: "I don't need you to take action here. After I leave, there will be a magic circle to protect the wine shop and Qin Xiangyu. By the way, are you afraid of bandits from the desert?"
In fact, what he wanted to say was that neither Xiao Hei nor Xiao Hu were afraid of anyone back then, let alone an old man who was like a god.
The rain was gurgling outside the curtains, and the spring mood was strong, so strong that the murderous aura from the desert was gone.
Li Xiuyuan went back to the house and changed into clean clothes and shoes, not because he was being pretentious, but because he was afraid that the attentive Chun Xiangyu would smell the blood on him.
The old man thought about the previous scene and couldn't help but ask: "It seems that you have been practicing on the snow mountain for some days, and even the talismans have changed accordingly?"
Finally, there was some colorless sword energy, but even the old man didn't look carefully.
I thought that this was the most terrifying thing, it was simply killing someone invisible.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied in a low voice: "This is the imperial city after all, so we can't be too ostentatious. The sin of having a jade is a crime, and if you are not careful, you will attract wind and rain in the world."
He himself was a little confused as he had not practiced hard in Fu Dao for a long time.
Is it possible that my divine sea quietly changed overnight, and even the talismans evolved?
While the old man was stunned, Li Xiuyuan went back to the house and brought out a piece of yellow paper, cinnabar and other things.
Instead of avoiding the old man, he quietly wrote a burning rune in front of him and waited until the cinnabar on the rune dried.
Carefully fold it into a paper sword, hold it in your hand and weigh it for a while, then look at the old man and smile: "Look carefully, I don't know if there will be any changes."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the yellow paper in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and struck into the spring rain until a branch fell from the big tree in front of the street.
The old man didn't look very carefully until the tree branches started to burn in the rain.
He had no choice but to shake his head and smile bitterly: "What's the truth? Where did the fire come from?"
Li Xiuyuan was secretly happy in his heart. He looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Since I started practicing Talisman Tao, the burning runes have been golden flames..."
The old man was startled when he heard this. He pointed to the burning branches across the street and said, "It turns out that the flame has become invisible..."
With a chuckle, Li Xiuyuan continued: "No matter in the Tang Dynasty or in the future, there is nothing wrong with being more low-key."
The old man sighed and said with a wry smile: "Fortunately, my disciple has gone somewhere, otherwise he would be frightened."
Li Xiuyuan disagreed and said with a smile: "She has already started to fight with others. In the future, when the inn opens, it will be even more inevitable."
With Qin Xiangyu's temperament, he doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp.
I'm afraid that if someone makes trouble in the inn, she, the shopkeeper, will be the first one to rush out.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the old man and said, "Senior, you should pay more attention to her practice. At least when you leave, you have to let her have the ability to protect herself, right?"
The old man shook his head: "In ten or eight years, I'm afraid I won't leave. Even if I want to leave, it will have to wait until you come back from the desert."
Li Xiuyuan's expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Don't be influenced by me."
"This winery is just a place that Zhang Liang gave me back then. He has already entered reincarnation... These are all external things. With a wave of your hand, you can make them disappear into the long flow of time..."
Different from other people's fetishes, Li Xiuyuan decided to give this wine shop to a destined person when he finally left.
Or let it fall into ruins overnight.
If you leave, I'm afraid you will never look back, and you won't be able to look back.
When the old man heard this, he was a little confused for a moment.
After living in this world for so many years, he suddenly felt reluctant to leave it.
After being silent for a long time, he said: "It was your intention to accept Xiangyu as your disciple in the snow mountain, and I accepted it. I didn't expect that this girl knows how to take care of people. She became like a daughter after one winter..."
After saying this, the old man took a spoonful of black bean wine from the wine vat behind him, then took two more bowls and slowly poured it into it.
He held it and took a sip: "Logically, I should have died in the ancient world long ago. My children and grandchildren don't know where they went, but this girl made me feel the cruelty of the world."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man's appearance and remained silent for a moment.
The old man in his eyes sometimes seemed like the old turtle he met in the mountains and forests who was seriously injured and had no chance of ascension.
Unexpectedly, after following the master, this guy became attached to the warmth of the world.
Thinking about this world, everyone is happy.
The old man sitting quietly in front of him instantly transformed himself into a human landscape. Although he had seen countless joys and sorrows, he did not dare to put pen to paper on this painting for a while.
I'm afraid that if the old Taoist priest comes, he won't be able to wake the old man up.
After thinking about it, I had to say: "In this case, you will treat her as your daughter, find a suitable son-in-law for her, and have another child, and you will be the grandfather..."
The world lasts no more than a hundred years. For an old man, it is just a blink of an eye.
Just like when Shuzi married Zhang Liang and gave birth to children... she also gave away one family member after another?
That would probably be more difficult!
Looking at the calm Li Xiuyuan, the old man's eyes gradually became moist, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "It's not easy to say this nonsense. What if her heart is not in the Tang Dynasty?"
"That would be easier. I will tell the master and ask him to take this guy with him when he calls you back. It shouldn't be a problem if there is one more person."
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "It's just that this is your debt, and I won't bear it."
The old man trembled and couldn't help asking: "Where is this little Jue'er? Where is the monk Sanzang? Where is the young monk in the temple at the foot of the mountain? Isn't it your cause and effect?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied seriously: "I met them, but there will be no cause and effect. We don't owe each other anything, especially Xiao Jue'er. Her path lies in the Tang Dynasty..."
Sanzang's path does not need to be taken care of by him. The little monk's path lies under his own feet.
Li Xiuyuan is currently only providing some help to the two of them within his ability, but will not interfere with their practice.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man and said seriously: "You can have a good chat with Qin Xiangyu, but don't interfere with Juier's affairs."
The old man was shocked when he heard this, frowned and asked, "What does this mean? She is also my disciple."
Li Xiuyuan was speechless upon hearing this, and had no choice but to explain: "She can learn more about the piano, but it's best to just let her practice go. Don't let her become a peerless female monk in the Tang Dynasty."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you will be kicked out by the Heavenly Dao here before she can survive the tribulation."
After saying this, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and did not drink. Instead, he turned around and walked to the backyard.
He was going to take a nap before Juier came, while the spring rain was dripping.
He knew how many flowers fell in his dream. He wanted to talk to his parents and chat with his husband in his dream.
…
Qin Xiangyu disappeared for three whole days, but it did not affect the progress of the craftsmen of Hongchen Inn.
There are jingles and clangs on the construction site every day, even if it rains in spring, it cannot stop the craftsmen's determination to make money.
No. 47 also became quiet.
No one mentioned the murder in front of the door. Regardless of whether anyone witnessed the shocking scene, it became gradually calmer.
It was as if there had been no confrontation in front of the Xianlai Restaurant, no brutal fighting on the street, and nothing had happened in Chang'an City.
The old man also enjoyed his leisure time. He walked to the construction site of the inn twice a day at most, went to the market to buy food, and walked into the teahouse to sit for an hour and listen to the gossip in the imperial city.
Back in the yard, I watched Li Xiuyuan standing under the osmanthus tree in a daze.
The old man couldn't help but said: "This osmanthus tree is not a spring flower. It will not bloom until the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and smiled: "This osmanthus tree has just been pruned. I believe it will be in full bloom during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. The yard will be full of fragrance."
Before spring is over, he begins to hurt autumn.
Because he knew that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he and the young monk might have to spend time in a grotto outside Dunhuang, and at that time, Sanzang was on his way to the desert.
The old man didn't know what he was thinking and said with a smile: "When you come back from the desert, there will be a moment when the flowers bloom."
