Bai Jun smiled and said, "I am a wanderer, and my home is all over the world. But when it comes to my ancestry, I am still from Qinnan Prefecture."
The old Taoist sighed: "That's just a poor Taoist who overthinks it."
At this time, a sudden voice broke in, but the delicate girl couldn't help but speak out.
"May I ask how old the young master is? Are there any close relatives in the family?"
Bai Jun smiled and said, "I have been a man for twenty years. My parents are deceased at home. I have been traveling around the world alone, looking for mountains and rivers for my whole life."
"Shu'er, don't be rude."
Zuo Jushi scolded the woman, and then said with a smile: "Little brother, I hope you don't blame me for being rude."
Bai Jun shook his head and praised: "The children of the Jianghu have their own temperament, how can they be restricted by ordinary etiquette? Your girl is born bold, and she will definitely become a famous heroine in the future."
"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment, little brother. I'll thank you on my daughter's behalf."
At this time, the waiter was already standing beside me and said: "Master, your wine has been prepared, your horse has been fed, and you have drank enough water."
Bai Jun nodded and said to everyone, "I bid farewell to you all."
Dressed in white, he has an indescribable charm in the way he raises his hands and feet, which is pleasing to the eye. No matter where he stands, he is a picture.
Two jars of wine were hung on both sides of the horse's back by hemp ropes. Bai Jun led the horse out of the small town of Qi County and followed the newly built official road to the border of Mingzhou. The sound of horse hooves sounded softly and the rope on the horse's neck shook. The bells jingle with the wind.
Bai Jin passed by a house and saw a gourd vine hanging on a wooden frame. It was just that the flower buds had just grown in early spring.
He stood outside the vegetable garden and raised his voice: "Is anyone there? Is the master here?"
"Creak~"
The wooden pivot door opened, and a mother-in-law with her hair tied up and a turban came out. She looked at Bai Jun's figure and shook her eyes, "Oh, this young man is so handsome. Why are you calling me?"
Bai Jun smiled and said, "I want to borrow something from the old man."
"Young master, tell me. I'm easy to talk to, old lady."
"Haha, I want to borrow a gourd vine from your wooden frame, mother-in-law. I'll buy this broken piece of silver."
He took out a small piece of silver and put it in the old woman's hand with a smile.
"It turns out it's just a gourd seedling. How can it be worth so much money? Master, please take it back." She declined hastily.
Bai Jun smiled and said: "It's worth it. In summer, old gourds are everywhere, but in early spring, new gourds are nowhere to be found. Old man, look!"
The old woman looked along Bai Jun's hand and suddenly discovered that the gourd seedlings that were supposed to have just opened buds had already grown five or six green gourds that were more than half a foot tall.
"Ah, this is incredible, what's going on? Yesterday I watered the ground and saw that the flowers hadn't bloomed yet. Why are there so many gourds growing today?"
Bai Jun said with a smile: "This is exactly the reason. Gourds are rare in spring, so I thought of buying a gourd and emptying it to contain wine."
The old man took the money in a daze, watched Bai Jun pick a medium-sized green gourd, and said goodbye to her with a smile.
Suddenly the old woman realized that she had met a god. How can ordinary people have such a mundane temperament? And even if she is old, she still won't be able to tell the difference between early spring and midsummer. Gourds will definitely not grow at this time.
But when she looked, there was no figure on the road.
…
Bai Jun hooked his hand and hollowed out the center of the gourd, turning it into a palm-sized green gourd. The remaining gourd seeds were scattered on both sides of the official road. Maybe passers-by would be able to eat the gourd to quench their thirst.
He found a roadside and stopped his horse, resting on two large wine jars. When he opened the lids of the jars, a light aroma of wine came out.
Bai Jin looked around and saw that no one was around. He put his middle and index fingers together, and a little white light shone on his fingertips. He pointed at the jade gourd and whispered: "There is the sun and moon in the gourd, which can hold the water of three rivers!"
The gourd's whole body shimmered with spiritual light, becoming as crystal clear as a sapphire gourd. Bai Jun picked up the gourd and blew on the mouth of the pot, and immediately the wine in the two jars spontaneously flew up and poured into the jasper gourd.
A palm-sized gourd can hold two large jars of wine.
After shaking it gently, it should be able to hold another ten kilograms inside. The horse on the side was also startled by this scene. Although it did not have intelligence, the intelligence of horses is not low. It has never seen such a scene in its entire life.
Bai Jin left two wine jars on the roadside, so that poor people passing by would pick them up.
He fastened the gourd to his right waist, turned over on his horse, pulled the reins, and the horse began to canter spontaneously.
Riding lightly on a horse, with a flute on his left, a gourd on his right, and a paper umbrella on his back, Bai Jun began his journey into the world. "The non-stop clatter of horse hooves raised light dust on the official road. This is the new journey." The official dirt road was built, and it would be dusty when riding horses on normal days, but if it rains, it will be muddy.
After all, Mingzhou is on the border, with a vast territory and sparsely populated areas. If it were not for the transportation of military supplies, the Jin government would not have built the official road so quickly.
Bai Jun moved the ground to perform his magic, and the horse just started to canter and traveled more than three hundred miles in one day.
It wasn't until it got dark that they stopped in front of a deserted village.
It's not that Bai Yan can't walk at night, but because he needs to practice at night, he walks at sunrise and rests at sunset just like humans.
When he led the horse and stood at the entrance of the village, he realized that this was a dead village. It's just a run-down village with no one around, no one and no ghosts. There are still ghosts living in the ghost village, but the dead village is really inaccessible to ghosts.
But he had no choice. The moon would come out soon, and he needed to practice absorbing the moonlight to strengthen his soul.
On the other side, Master Zuo and Taoist Kongshan stopped on the road Bai Jun walked.
The sharp-eyed one was still nagging the little girl next to her. She pointed to the roadside and said, "Master, don't you think those two jars are the wine jars we saw in the restaurant?"
The people on horseback heard the words and stopped to take a look. Sure enough, it was the sign of Yue Tower.
"Did something unexpected happen to this young master? There are only two wine jars left in this wilderness." Shu'er, a delicate woman, said worriedly.
"This is unlikely." The old Taoist said with a smile: "You can see that the lids of the two jars of wine are completely opened and have not been torn off by force, and there are no messy footprints around. Maybe the young man is addicted to alcohol. I was so greedy that I drank all my wine on the way."
"Isn't this too much alcohol? In just half a day, thirty kilograms of wine are gone?" Shu'er exclaimed.
"What do you care about how much people drink and do? A girl has no sense of shame and gets upset when she sees someone looking good. How can you get the essence of martial arts like this?" Zuo Jushi scolded.
"Well, we are young people after all." The old Taoist priest said with a smile: "It's getting late, we should find a place to stay."
More than two hundred miles away, Bai Jun sat under the moonlit night and absorbed the moonlight attentively. He found a small dilapidated courtyard, sat in the middle of the courtyard, and calmed down.
At this time, there was a sound of frivolous footsteps outside the village.
