The dirty man didn't even look back and only extended one hand.
Su Xing understood, took out a wine jar from the storage bag and threw it over.
The man caught it casually, opened the mud seal, and raised the wine jar. The clear wine mixed with the strong fragrance fell like a piece of wine, and a little wine splashed.
Su Xing walked forward, sat down on the side of the big stone, took out another jar of wine, also opened the mud seal, but drank slowly.
He also likes to drink, but he is not an alcoholic. Today he just had a few drinks with her.
Not long after, the jar of cold water had bottomed out, and the dirty man burped. He sniffed it and saw the exquisite jug of wine next to him, so he picked it up and poured it into his mouth without ceremony.
He took a bite, smacked his lips, and then said his first sentence:
“Good wine!”
After that, he didn't gorge himself like before. He seemed to cherish this rare wine and slowly tasted it one bite at a time.
Su Xing sat aside, just drinking wine and looking at the scenery in the distance. The mountains are exquisite and covered with green bamboo, and the green scenery spreads into the distance.
On this peak, apart from other things, it is a good viewing place to have a glimpse of the scenery of Xianzong.
It's a pity that in such a nice and transparent place, a down and out frustrated person lives.
What is even more unbelievable is that the person in front of him is Yan Changyi, an inner disciple of Yuli Peak, a leader of the younger generation of the Purple Jade Sect, and one of the Five Purple Jade Gentlemen.
After the incident in Shibao Village, the reputation of Su Xing and others was criticized from the beginning, but later slowly reversed, and they became the heroes who killed Xuan Kui's disciples.
Yan Changyi, on the other hand, was just the opposite. He had gone from being a proud man to a homeless man in front of him.
However, Su Xing knew that this was not due to external factors, but Yan Changyi's own choices.
After the incident in Shibao Village, it was reported in Quefeng that Feng Junzi He Qing's Daoji was damaged and he became a useless person. Many Quefeng disciples went to Yuli Peak to make a fuss and wanted to talk to Yan Changyi.
At first, many people in Yu Lifeng sided with Yan Changyi, and even the sect specifically declared that He Qing's matter had nothing to do with Yan Changyi.
However, Yan Changyi has been disappearing from everyone's eyes, causing rumors about him to continue unabated.
Until he reappeared, he was full of alcohol, indifferent to the outside world, and only drank alcohol all day long. He neglected his cultivation, missed Taoist classes, and even the teacher’s persuasion was of no use.
Many disciples have come to this lonely peak in the past. He would not refuse anyone who brought Yan Changyi drinks; he would turn a deaf ear to those who tried to persuade him.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people came to this lonely peak. Not only outsiders, but also many people in Yulifeng were disappointed with Yan Changyi's self-destructive state, which even attracted some anger.
After Su Xing returned from Zhaoying River, when he heard about this, he would buy a jar of wine and go up the mountain to visit him from time to time.
Because of this, he gradually became familiar with the wine shop in Fangshi.
After learning about the whole thing, he made no comment and never tried to persuade Yan Changyi. Because he knows that other people’s advice is not based on putting themselves in someone else’s shoes.
As for whether Yan Changyi himself is guilty, it is not something others can say for sure.
The most important thing is that He Qing never left the cave again after Daoji was deposed.
Maybe Yan Changyi is just thinking of ways to punish himself like this.
But if it were Su Xing, he would choose revenge. Of course, again, no one can truly put themselves in their shoes, and everyone makes different choices.
Unknowingly, Su Xing finished drinking the wine and said to himself:
"Senior Brother Hong is in deep danger, but his life should not be in danger."
Yan Changyi paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly, as if his attention was attracted. After listening to the second half of the sentence, he continued to drink as if nothing had happened.
Su Xing often came to give the other party drinks, and Su Xing also knew what the other party cared about, and then said:
"I will be returning to my hometown soon, and I may not be able to come here for a while. Senior Brother Yan, take your leave."
Surprisingly, Yan Changyi didn't know if he remembered something, but he actually spoke out for a rare moment. His voice was a little hoarse at first, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time:
"Unknowingly, you have been a member of the sect for three years."
Seeing that Yan Changyi actually wanted to talk, Su Xing sat down again and replied:
"Yes, it suddenly dawned on me yesterday."
"Suddenly yesterday..." Yan Changyi repeated, his hoarse voice gradually returned to normal, and then he said:
"How's your swordsmanship training going?"
Su Xing was stunned and understood that Yan Changyi wanted to test his Xiaoyan swordsmanship, so he replied:
"I'm not very talented. I have realized the two swords, but I haven't fully mastered them yet."
Yan Changyi glanced at him, and there seemed to be a hint of interest in his eyes under his dirty hair, and said:
"Show me the drill."
"yes."
Su Xing stood up, took out a bone sword, and began to practice his sword skills on the top of the mountain where the breeze was blowing.
Xiaoyan's swordsmanship focuses on the word "Yan". All sentient beings have various states of mind, thousands of sorrows, successes and failures in life, all can be turned into one sword.
Maybe someone can pick up this swordsmanship book and suddenly understand thousands of swords at a glance. There may also be people who spend their whole life, Wei has compiled three unique skills, and still has a rare sword.
However, after realizing Yiyi, he only got the prototype of a sword intention. It has to be combined with the accumulation and understanding of swordsmanship before it can slowly turn into a swordsmanship of its own.
What Su Xing lacks now is the understanding and accumulation of swordsmanship.
"This sword...is called Boy."
A sword is swung out, like the morning sun gathering momentum, high-spirited and enthusiastic.
"This sword...is called Qingsi."
A sword shakes off, like waves rising in the rivers and lakes, with waves layer upon layer and entangled thoughts.
"Not bad sword intention." Yan Changyi nodded, stood up from the big stone, and at some point a long sword appeared in his hand.
After the sword blade was unsheathed, rust stains could be seen on it. However, holding the sword in his hand, the dirty vagabond-like feeling suddenly became much lighter, and there was a hint of sharpness in his whole body. He said to himself:
"But the swordsmanship still lacks some meaning, so keep an eye on it."
Swish, swish, the rusty sword cut out more than a dozen gorgeous sword flowers, rising in the air.
Su Xing was distracted for a moment. He could see that Yan Changyi was deliberately imitating his sword intention, but his momentum was majestic, his accumulation was profound, and every move was perfect. Take your swordsmanship to a more sophisticated level.
He was fascinated by it for a moment, and subconsciously imitated the opponent's sword style, only to feel that many things suddenly opened up.
Just like that, the two of them danced their swords on the top of the mountain.
For a long time, Su Xing was the only one left who was still intoxicated with the sword style he had learned. Yan Changyi, on the other hand, was minding his own business, holding a wine flask, sitting on a big rock, facing the north, and drinking sip after sip.
By the time Su Xing put down his sword, the sky was getting dark.
Yan Changyi was already lying on the big rock, wondering if he had fallen asleep. In the past half year, the other party's daily life has been here and has never changed.
"Thank you to Senior Brother Yan for teaching me the sword. Su Xing will remember it in my heart." Su Xing sincerely bent down and held his hands in his hands, and said softly.
After a while, when he saw no response from the other party, he gradually turned around and left without disturbing the other party's rest.
But a voice suddenly came from behind:
"The sword practice is okay. Let's continue tomorrow. Remember to bring the wine."
Su Xing was stunned for a moment, and realized that the other party was going to continue teaching him the art of swordsmanship, so he turned around and handed over his hand:
"must."
