At the border between the two states in Youliangli, there is a roadside wine shop at the intersection of the post station.
The proprietress who runs the wine shop is still charming, a middle-aged lady, and is often stabbed in the eyes by greedy men passing by.
Things changed when the boss's wife stared hard at the handsome young man.
The man was alone, sitting there and ordered a pot of wine, but he asked for three wine glasses. She said she didn't have wine glasses, and her shop used big bowls. He smiled and said, a bowl would work too.
The woman was lying on the seat next door, looking at the handsome young man who was drinking Beiliang wine from a wine bowl. The other two wine bowls were placed aside. I thought to myself, he looked like he was missing someone he drank with. Could he be waiting for someone?
After a while, several tables of guests arrived one after another. They all looked very heroic, and most of them were Jianghu people with swords. The old lady smiled broadly, which was not a common scene in the past.
There were more and more customers, and the stools were full of people. There were still people in the back asking for drinks. The proprietress had to move out a few stools that had not been used for a long time. The men did not feel shabby and just drank from the big bowls. Eat meat in pieces.
As a result, the handsome guy who occupies a table looks particularly blinking, but no one is sharing the table. This guy's manners are really good, and it's hard not to suspect that he is the young man from an aristocratic family.
There were many people secretly sizing up the young man and discussing in low voices.
"Do you think it could be him?"
"Impossible. Although this guy looks handsome, he is still handsome with the laws of heaven and king. That man is the first in Rouge's evaluation. He can compare with a lot of beauties who are all over the country. He is so handsome. It’s unimaginable. Besides, he’s a fairy-like person, spotless from dust, and he should be drinking wine. How could he rest in a wine shop like this?”
"makes sense."
"It is said that that man also had a very long broken sword in his hand, which was the same sword that Emperor Zhao used to assassinate King Beiliang. This time he was going to return the sword, and the sword never left his body."
"Hey, the only thing I'm worried about now is whether Murong Wudi will pass by this way. I missed the battle in the East China Sea and the heavy snow meeting in Huishan. If I can witness such a magnificent person in this life, my life will be shortened by ten years. It’s worth the year.”
The landlady added wine to each table and listened to the conversations of the guests. She vaguely understood why there were so many guests today.
Someone is passing through here, and these guests are here to witness that person's elegance.
And if the guess is correct, that person should be the rumored martial arts leader Murong Tonghuang.
Although the landlady didn't know much about Jianghu affairs, she had heard guests talk about that fairy-like figure. Even my little kid knows about Emperor Murong Tong. A group of children are playing house, each vying to be the leader of the Murong alliance that dominates the world of martial arts.
It is said that after leader Murong defeated Beimang's 100,000-strong army in Hutou City, he was going to Tai'an City to return the favor. Could it be that he had to pass through this place?
If that person is willing to drink a bowl of green ant wine here, then from now on, her wine shop will not have to worry about business. Immediately he stopped laughing and shook his head.
It's really whimsical, thinking about how that god-like person would come to such a roadside wine shop, it's such a shame.
After greeting a circle of guests, the proprietress was about to take a rest and admire the young man's profile, when she saw two more people walking towards the wine shop.
That was an old man and a young man.
The young man's name is Gou Youfang, and he was once the lowest-ranking figure in the East China Sea.
He was not willing to live such a mediocre life. After the death of the king's city lord, the young man left Wu Emperor City and traveled around.
Until one day, the young man met the hunchbacked old man next to him, and they walked together and came here.
As for the old man, the young man only knew his surname was Zhang, and called him Grandpa Zhang.
The old man's old, withered face never showed much expression. He was an unsmiling old-fashioned man, like the most stern teacher, and he had a lot of knowledge in his belly, like a sea. Fortunately, although the young man has never learned to read or write, he is born with a simple and polite temperament, and the old and the young get along quite harmoniously. Bayi Chinese website
The young man also muttered something while walking: "The Master said that the way of heaven and earth is broad, thick, high, bright, long and long."
Similar words and phrases were given to the young man by the old man while talking along the way.
The young man felt that these words made sense, although he himself did not understand the specific reason. So I memorized it by rote. If I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it. One day I will understand it.
Listening to Gou Youfang's mumbling words, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "Master said, Master said, Master said... It turns out that I have said so many things before."
The young man named Gou Youfang said to the lake: "Grandpa Zhang, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now."
The always stern and rigid old man showed a rare smile and touched the young man's head: "Youfang, you are my disciple in seclusion, just call me husband."
Although the young man was a little confused, he called Mr. Zhang sincerely.
The old man's face returned to calmness: "You have many senior brothers, the youngest one is called Huang Longshi."
The young man asked curiously: "Is he the Huang Longshi who has the same name as the great demon Huang Sanjia of Spring and Autumn Period?"
The old man laughed it off and looked at the wine shop not far away: "Since you are my disciple, you should have a apprenticeship ceremony. Knowing that you are poor, just treat me to a drink."
Gou Youfang reached into his pocket and took it out, scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Sir, it seems that there are no coins left."
"Haha." The old man smiled: "Okay, I don't want you to invite me, someone else invited me."
The person who invited them was none other than a young man occupying a table to himself.
The young man greeted the two of them to sit down from a distance, poured them a glass of wine, and looked at the old man with a smile: "You are indeed here."
The old Confucian said calmly: "I should have come."
The young man chuckled and said, "I looked for you once in Shangyin Academy, but you turned out to be a coward."
The old Confucian said calmly: "I have been on earth for eight hundred years, and this is the first time I heard someone call me that."
"There does seem to be something wrong, but so what?" The young man's tone was calm, but his sharp edge was clear.
"Okay, so what." The old Confucian scholar was still calm, and even showed a trace of indifference: "Only people like you dare not to take the people in heaven seriously."
"The people in heaven are also human beings, but they stand a little higher. How can a bunch of bastards be compared to an old gentleman who has been guarding the human world for 800 years."
Yu Liancheng picked up the wine bowl, his black hair flying, and his whole person suddenly exuded an aura as deep as the sea. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he grinned slightly.
"Zhang Shengren, come on, let's go."
The wine bowl passed through the air and slowly greeted the old man.
But at this moment, all the guests in the wine shop seemed to hear the roar of the wind.
Especially Gou Youfang, who was sitting beside him, was even more stunned. He felt that the wine bowl in the hands of the man in black seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
The wine bowl is still a wine bowl, but it has become so big that you can’t see the end of it at a glance. The wine bowl is not filled with wine, but with water from the East China Sea. The vast East China Sea seems to be put into the wine bowl.
The wine swayed slightly in the wine bowl, and was clearly almost inaudible, but when it fell on Gou Youfang's ears, it turned into a stormy sea, which reminded him of his experience two years ago, when he was alone in a small boat, but suddenly it changed. The sky turned dark, the East China Sea was like a rage, huge waves were towering into the sky, and they came over like overwhelming mountains, almost losing their lives.
"Benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, the benevolent will live happily in the mountains."
The old Confucian scholar known as the "Sage of the Zhang Family" also raised his wine glass very slowly. If the man in black's wine bowl was like a bowl of the East China Sea, then the old Confucian scholar's was like a roaring mountain peak.
boom!
The wine bowls collided, and the wind blew lightly.
The restaurant was full of customers, but they felt as if there was thunder in their ears.
An invisible force surged from the impact of the wine bowl, and the wine table shattered into powder in an instant. However, before it could spread, the man in black casually captured the force and defeated it, leaving only a small wave in the wine shop. A raging hurricane.
"As expected of a Confucian saint, he is really good at what he does."
"Murong Wudi is also truly invincible."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
