Evergreen Lane, Lamb Hall.
Xiajiming wine was paired with lamb. It was soft and tender in the mouth, and the wine tasted sweet aftertaste. The four of them almost forgot to talk. Even Xin Nu lost her ladylike image and her mouth was full of oil after eating.
Just as the four of them were feasting, there was a person outside the window. He was not very old, similar to Ling Muyun, thin, with ragged clothes. He was holding a rusty sword and swallowing saliva.
At first it didn't attract much attention.
According to what Li Hao said, Zhang Dayu was independent, Zhangye and Xijun were busy deploying troops and generals to besiege Guzang, and people in Jiuquan and Dunhuang were panicked.
Refugees and poor people are by no means uncommon.
What really aroused Ling Muyun's interest was when he handed out a piece of mutton from the window, but the young man turned his head away with great strength.
That stubbornness made a few people look at him with admiration.
"There is pine leaf wine behind the alley. Little brother, would you like to run for me? When you come back, you can eat with us." Li Hao handed over the broken silver ingots.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then carefully took the silver and trotted away.
"How much wine do you think he will buy?" Li Hao asked.
"You didn't doubt that he wouldn't come back?" Jia Nianxi put down the leg of lamb in his hand and said immediately.
"No, his eyes are clear." Ling Muyun took a bite of lamb and said, "He has a good character. Brother Li can be a follower."
"Maybe he has great ambitions, I don't know."
While several people were still discussing, the young man trotted back and timidly handed the wine in through the window.
"Didn't I just say that we can eat together?" Li Hao joked.
The young man glanced at his clothes and his face turned red.
This scene reminded Ling Muyun of himself.
At the age of seven, in the Ling family's small courtyard with thousands of lights on, Laijiu begged half a bowl of braised pork from nowhere and placed it in front of Ling Muyun.
"Master, if you don't eat it, it will get cold!"
I was also blushing with shame, but the difference was that I had a cripple who could steal half a bowl of braised pork on New Year's Eve.
"Don't you know how to wash your hands?" Ling Muyun asked deliberately.
The young man was stunned and quickly replied: "Master, I can do it!"
After saying that, he ran to the well and washed his hands religiously until there was no trace of dirt. Then he came to the table with satisfaction and stood aside.
The store owner was kind-hearted, but he couldn't help the world. Seeing the kindness shown by several customers, he specially found an apron to use as a boy's clothing.
"Let's eat, do you want three or five invitations?" Jia Nianxi handed over a piece of meat and motioned for the young man to sit down.
The young man gently moved a bench, sat at the table, took the lamb, and ate it bite by bite.
Extremely fast, but not awkward.
"It's polite." Xinnu handed over a glass of Xia Ji Ming wine.
The young man took it politely and drank it all in one gulp.
With her reddened face, she didn't even spit out any bit of it until she had difficulty swallowing.
"What do you call it?" Ling Muyun asked.
"Master Hui, my surname is Liu and my given name is Yi." Liu Yi quickly swallowed the meat into his belly, wiped his mouth, and replied.
"Look at the sword in your hand. It has the character "Ling" in it. Does your family have a connection?" Li Hao then asked.
"Ancestor, Liu Ling." Liu Yi said this, although he was very respectful, but he was a bit proud.
Liu Ling was drunk and was the queen of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.
"Liu Ling's "Ode to the Virtue of Wine" despises all the existing spirit. It is romantic, heroic and self-pursuing, but its descendants are lackluster." Jia Nianxi curled his lips: "Shouldn't your family be Peiguo?"
"I have been homeless and ended up here." Liu Yi's face turned red when he was told this, and he couldn't refute it for a while.
"Eat it!"
It was unexpected that Liu Yi came out of the meal.
Liu Yi looks good when he eats, but Tao Taowu, who has long since lost Liu Ling, has a considerable drinking capacity.
"Little brother, you didn't let go, why?" Ling Muyun asked as he saw Liu Yi eating smaller and smaller portions, as if he was reluctant to eat.
"My mother hasn't eaten yet..." Liu Yi muttered.
"That's filial!" Li Hao nodded approvingly: "Store, prepare a portion of lamb and take it away!"
After having enough wine and food, Li Hao started to think about recruiting: "I'm going to Shenxiandu in a few days, and I need a driver by my side. I wonder if you would like to go with me?"
"Liu Yi will not give up, but I still have a mother to support. I'm afraid..."
"Take it with you! It's better than sleeping in the open." Li Hao didn't take it seriously.
Ling Muyun didn't have much, so he said to Jia Nianxi, "What good things do you have as a parting gift?"
Jia Nianxi was not stingy. He asked the shopkeeper to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote eloquently for half an hour.
The opening chapter: "Looking at the tranquility of the Yangtze River, the black night shadow of the black and dark night" is a poem about the guest house in Beimang, but the further back it is, the more it goes, it is a practice method.
"This is Liu Ling's Beimang Drunken Sword. Since we are going to the Immortal Crossing, we should study it carefully."
Liu Yi's eyes instantly became moist.
The Wuwei Sanren who lived in a car with a lot of money in those days may have never thought that their descendants would be like this when they died at home.
Even the self-created Beimang Drunken Sword failed to be passed down.
"Is there a possibility that Liu Ling's descendants can't afford wine?" Ling Muyun looked at the leaving figures of Li Hao and the others and said lightly.
"Maybe so." Jia Nianxi sighed with emotion.
"Walk!"
"Where to go?"
"Zhang Dayu, or the Spirit of the Mirror, besieges Guzang, and we have to get involved." Ling Muyun had a smirk on his face.
"Guo Yu is on Zhang Dayu's side. He just tricked his son-in-law, and now he wants to destroy his job?" Jia Nianxi said with disdain.
"Liu Bing can go because Guo Yu stands for the justice of the human race. Guo Yu helps Zhang Dayu to protect Han civilization. But you and I know that Zhang Dayu is just the spirit of the mirror."
Ling Muyun's analysis is not unreasonable.
The one Guo Yu helped was not Zhang Dayu, but Qian Liang.
"It's a nearly ten-day journey via Daogu Zang. How can we pass under Zhang Dayu's nose?"
"It's better to find Mr. Guo, skip the trip, and get off in front of Guzang." Ling Muyun had an idea: "It's just that it will be difficult to face Mr. Guo afterwards."
Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi had already spent a day in Jiuquan. If they wanted to catch up with the team, they would have to walk day and night.
Fortunately, walking at night is not difficult for the two of them.
Finally, at noon on the second day, the two caught up with the twenty-four-step chariot.
Under the pressure of Jia Nianxi, the two followed the team towards Guzang.
Arrive in Zhangye leisurely.
Ling Muyun was once impressed by Guo Yu's classics and literature, and even gave up the idea of causing trouble with Zhang Dayu.
But what Ling Muyun didn't expect was that Wang Mu actually believed the slander and wanted to go to war!
When Guo Yu heard about this, he beat his chest and chanted, "I will never see you again."
They were planning to take advantage of the trip, but after experiencing this, Ling Muyun and the others found it difficult to leave rashly.
And I also heard what Liu Bing said a few days ago that Guo Yu would not leave even an inch when the disaster was approaching.
Who knows, no one can stop Guo Yu's fierce temper.
Covering his face with the quilt, not talking to anyone, and letting Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi persuade him with good words, it was of no avail.
"I'm afraid Mr. Guo wants to die." Ling Muyun sighed.
"Do you want to persuade me again? It's been seven days. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I'll starve to death." Jia Nianxi also had a sad look on his face.
If you are in danger, you can save it, but if you want to die, it is difficult for gods to save you.
"I'll persuade him again!" Ling Muyun thought for a moment: "At least let him return to Jiuquan."
Guo Yu still stayed in the house, not seeing anyone, not speaking, and looking at the beams with dull eyes.
"Sir! I have something I don't know whether to say or not." Ling Muyun said nonsensically: "Don't you hear that gentlemen in ancient times did not die in bed? Sir is a great Confucian of the world and a righteous man. If..."
Ling Muyun wanted to say that he was mad at himself, but he felt it was wrong, so he immediately changed his words: "If this is the way to die, I am afraid that the world's righteous..."
Guo Yu still didn't speak, Ling Muyun exited the room and shook his head.
"Muyun." Suddenly, Guo Yu's voice came from the room, making Ling Muyun shocked and immediately jumped back to the room.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?"
"Ready your horse."
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Jiuquan, Nanshan, Chiya Pavilion."
"I'll prepare my horse right now." Ling Muyun stepped out of the room, and Jia Nianxi entered the room.
After a while, Ling Muyun pulled three tall horses in the name of Guo Yu: "Sir, the horses are ready."
Guo Yu had already changed his clothes, walked out of the room, and looked at the sky for a long time: "I dreamed of riding a blue dragon up to the sky, and stopped at the house."
After saying that, he got on his horse sideways and continued: "No need to follow."
The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared, and Ling Muyun stood there for a long time: "After all, the world is still missing a great scholar."
"Didn't you go back, sir?" Jia Nianxi asked in confusion.
"The word house is followed by the word "zhi" under the corpse. The dragon flew under the corpse... Sir, he just wanted to die." After saying that, Ling Muyun knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of Guo Yu's forward direction.
After Guo He, Guo Yu took over the important task of protecting civilization, but it ended up like this.
