Chapter 7: Hiding the cottage and drinking fine wine, visiting Junshan to play with beggars (1)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 7: Hiding the cottage and drinking fine wine, visiting Junshan to play with beggars (1)

That night, taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, the two of them quietly left the Zen room and quietly arrived at the wall. Wan Jianfeng jumped onto the courtyard wall and waved to Tan Zhengfang below with a smile, "Brother Tan, come up!"

Tan Zhengfang then tapped his toes lightly, and then slid upwards and easily crossed the courtyard wall. The weather in Kunlun Mountain was extremely cold. Tan Zhengfang had put on a cotton dress early in the morning, but under the moonlight, he was holding a cotton dress that was thicker than he wore. Wan Jianfeng joked when he saw this: "Hahaha, Brother Tan, if I hadn't brought you out to play every night, would you have the light skills you have now? Should you invite me to drink a few jars? By the way, why did you take more cotton dresses? Are you afraid that this young man will freeze to death on this mountain?"

Tan Zhengfang smiled and said, "Brother Wan, don't you already have a cotton coat on you? This one in my hand is prepared for the sword fairy. He is helpless in this mountain. If he is frozen, what should I do? If I can see the sword fairy you mentioned tonight, I will go down the mountain to buy wine tomorrow. If I can't see it, you should go down the mountain to ask for wine by yourself!"

Wan Jianfeng nodded, "Okay! We are determined to do so, and we are not allowed to regret it!" He said as he stepped up his feet and ran out five or six feet in an instant. Tan Zhengfang smiled, then used all his strength and followed closely behind.

The two of them ran for two or three hours. Wan Jianfeng looked at the valley he had visited last night from afar. He excitedly pointed to Tan Zhengfang and said, "Brother Tan, come and see! I met the sword immortal there last night. We are about to arrive at the Immortal Valley!"

Tan Zhengfang's skill is not as deep as Wan Jianfeng. He is already exhausted and sweating profusely. He panted and said, "Wan...Brother Wan, I...I can't run anymore. Are you sure there is really...the sword immortal there?"

Wan Jianfeng nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, of course there are! Otherwise, in the middle of the night, I will stay up and sleep well and run so far with you, and I will be full of food?"

As the two of them talked, they had already arrived in front of the valley, but the valley was empty. Not to mention the sword immortal, there was not even a ghost. Tan Zhengfang stopped and said to Wan Jianfeng in disappointment: "Brother Wan, the valley is remote and there are not even a footprint in the valley. It seems that it is a place where a ghost is not close to you. But you said there is a sword immortal here. I think you are really full!"

Wan Jianfeng said: "It's impossible! I saw a boy with a superb swordsmanship and a fairy-looking appearance here last night. We even fought! I remember absolutely nothing wrong! If you don't believe me, follow me to the valley to look for it. If not, I will quit drinking for a day tomorrow!"

At this time, the mountain wind suddenly rose, and heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. The snowflakes flying all over the sky made the already magnificent Kunlun look more and more vast. But Tan Zhengfang was so tired that she was about to lose her strength, so she didn't have the mood to appreciate the snow scene. She just gasped, "Forget it... Forget it, I really can't walk anymore, let's go back. Isn't it just a few... a few jars of wine, it's not okay for me to buy it for you, why make up such a story to deceive me? If you don't go back, your master will punish you again!"

Wan Jianfeng shook his head stubbornly, "No, I want to go back to you! I really met the sword immortal here last night, and I lied to you as a puppy! If I can't see him today, I won't go back!" He said as he stepped into the valley.

Tan Zhengfang sighed helplessly, looked at Wan Jianfeng's distant back and shouted: "Brother Wan, you insisted on not going back. Master punished you, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Wan Jianfeng didn't turn back, and walked forward and shouted, "You go back by yourself. If Master asks me tomorrow morning, you'll say I've drunk too much, but don't say we've come out together. Be careful that Master will punish you together!"

The north wind is howling and heavy snow is flying.

The Kunlun Mountains, with the dawn, are magnificent and sad.

At this time, a young man was kneeling in front of two graves deep in the valley. His expression was cold and his eyes were bright red, as if he was about to drip blood. There was a line of words engraved on the two tombstones, with the left engraved "So, the ancestor Kaofeng's tomb whose title is the Nine Heavens" and the right engraved "So, the son Kaoyun's tomb whose title is the Yimo"!

Although the owners of these two tombs are not of the same surname, they are a father and son, a father and son who were once powerful. However, no matter how glorious they were, they are now sleeping on this cold Kunlun Mountain and are gradually forgotten by the world.

People will forget them, but this young man will not, and will never be able to live forever. At this moment, he stared at Yun Yimo's tombstone, and his eyes seemed to see a past that he couldn't bear to look back on through the tombstone, through the wind and snow in the sky.

"Father, in order to save thousands of people, you gave up your comfortable and rich life, and threw yourself into the rain of swords, guns, and gave me advice to help Murong Yanyun restore the country. But after Murong Yanyun became emperor, he was ungrateful and drove you out of the court. You returned to Lianxia Mountain alone, and encountered the Song army's large-scale encirclement and forced you to commit suicide by jumping into the cliff! I was also in a desperate situation. If my grandfather hadn't suddenly appeared and drew his sword to save him, I would have been no longer like me, Yun Zixiao!"

He turned his eyes to Feng Jiutian's tombstone and continued: "Grandfather, everyone says you are a big devil, but in my heart you are a real hero. When you were young, you killed all the evil demons and heretics in the world with one sword. Although you were misunderstood by the world, you never regret it. After learning that your father was forced to death by the Song army, you, who was over fifty years old, entered the palace alone, washed the Golden Palace, and moved the ghosts and gods! It's a pity that the emperor's elders have many people and powerful people, and you have not been able to avenge the blood sea! But don't worry, as long as I, Yun Zixiao, still breathe in this life, I will overthrow the Zhao Dynasty and kill all the descendants of Zhao Kuangyin and Murong Yanyun, otherwise I will not be a human being!"

This powerful oath was like a lightning bolt slashing towards the earth, and the north wind blew even more wildly in an instant. At this moment, the sky seemed to be furious and the earth seemed to cry for it. The life and death of thousands of living creatures in the world seemed to be only in the thought of a young man.

The cold wind blew on his face, like countless steel knives blew over, bringing his thoughts back to reality. He looked at the two tombstones in front of him and let out a long roar, "Grandfather, father, your heroic spirits in heaven should not disperse, let's see how I can make the blood debt of Song State pay for blood!" After he said that, he stood up slowly, turned around silently, and walked slowly out of the valley.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the strong wind swept through the sky, making people unable to see the way ahead. Wan Jianfeng was still moving forward in the wind and snow at this moment. Even though he was almost suffocated by the strong wind, his steps did not slow down at all.

He didn't know how long he had been away, but suddenly he smelled a strong aroma of wine from the wind. He quickly stopped and smelled it carefully, but the fragrance was sometimes dissipated. He said curiously: "This is amazing! Who would have hidden such excellent wine in this ice and snow? Could it be the sword fairy I saw last night? Maybe this place is not far from the Immortal Palace!"

He chased the fragrance of wine against the wind and walked forward for two or three miles. Then he saw an extremely elegant thatched cottage through the snow in the sky, and also smelled the fragrance of wine coming from time to time. Wan Jianfeng's saliva almost flowed down, and he forgot the fatigue of running around for a night and ran towards the thatched cottage quickly.

When he arrived at the gate of the cottage, the aroma of wine became stronger and stronger. He knocked on the door and asked, "Is there anyone inside? I am a passing beggar. I haven't eaten or drunk for several days. I hope the owner of the room is pitiful and I'll give me a sip of wine!"

He knocked for a long time, and saw that no one agreed inside, so he had to go around the back window of the cottage, carefully pierce the window lattice paper, and look inside. Seeing that the furnishings in the cottage were very simple, but the layout was fresh and elegant, and there was no one inside. So he plucked up his courage, picked up a small branch on the ground, gently pushed the door bolt away, and walked in tremblingly.

There was indeed no one in the room, only the fragrance of wine was everywhere. Wan Jianfeng was intoxicated at this time. He could no longer care about much, so he looked for the direction of the fragrance and rushed straight into the wing room to the east.

As soon as he entered, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. In this icy and snowy thatched cottage, not only were there more than a dozen jars of fine wine, but there were also two spiritual cards standing on the wooden cabinet against the wall. The spiritual cards were spotless, and it seemed that people often wiped them. Wan Jianfeng looked at it for a long time before he recited: "Grandfather Feng Gong Jiutian Mansion Lord."

After he finished reading, he scratched his head and said in confusion: "Who is Feng Jiutian? Is it the big devil in the mouth of Senior Brother Yuanjue? That is, Yun Zixiao's grandfather? So, I didn't find him, but I accidentally bumped into his home? If he comes back later and finds that I'm secretly drinking his wine, wouldn't it be another battle?"

While he was thinking about it, the rich and sweet aroma of wine rushed into his nose. His hands seemed to be out of control. He subconsciously raised a jar of fine wine, opened the red cloth in his seal, and poured it into his mouth.

"Gudong Gudong" He raised his neck and drank half a jar of wine, and then sighed: "Good wine, this is the peerless good wine! I only said that I had drunk a lot of good wine in the past, but compared with this jar of wine, it was not as good as a horse's urine!" He said as he drank the remaining half of the jar, then reached out and picked up another jar, and drank it completely in the blink of an eye.

Soon, more than a dozen jars of fine wine turned into more than a dozen empty jars, piled up all over the ground. Even though Wan Jianfeng had a good alcohol tolerance, he felt dizzy at this moment. He staggered and fell to the ground, but he still held an empty jar tightly in his hand and refused to let go.

He looked at the sky altar all over the ground and said with unsatisfactory feelings: "Oh, I can't drink anymore! No matter how good the wine is, there will be times when I can't drink it. I should leave, otherwise I will be able to catch it. With my current appearance, I can't beat him!"

Wan Jianfeng said as he forced himself to stand up and staggered towards the door, but he staggered back and smiled: "Hahaha, I dare to go to the main entrance even if I steal wine and drink. It seems that I really drink too much!"

He staggered towards the window, supported the window with one hand, and walked out of the window with one point. Just as he was about to jump out, he suddenly saw Yun Zixiao returning on the snow. He was so scared that he held back, quickly opened the cabinet beside him, and went in.

"Huh! It's so dangerous, so dangerous! Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would be in trouble if I bumped into him!" Wan Jianfeng stroked his chest with his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He listened with his ears and saw that there was no movement outside, so he carefully pushed the cabinet door open a small gap. He was about to wait for an opportunity to escape from the cottage, but footsteps suddenly came from the door.

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly closed the cabinet door when he heard the sound and thought to himself, "It's bad now. The cabinet is a urn, and I am a turtle. He happened to catch the turtle in the jar. Now, I have no place to run away if I want to run!"

He was worried that he could not get out, but the young man walked slowly towards the cabinet. He seemed to have not noticed the empty altars lying on the ground at all, and said to himself: "Oh, my filial piety period has expired, and it's time to go down the mountain today. What's the use of leaving a thatched cottage in nothing? It's better to burn it and clean it up!"

Yun Zixiao walked to the cabinet, patted the wooden cabinet gently, and said, "This is the cabinet left by my grandfather. It should not be damaged at will, but I have decided to leave, so I can only do this!"

At this time, Wan Jianfeng's cold sweat had flowed down his temples. He could no longer hold back and shouted, "Hey! Don't burn, don't burn, can't I come out?" Then he quickly pushed open the cabinet door and rushed out at the tip of his feet.

"Hmph!" Yun Zixiao snorted and said coldly: "You are finally willing to come out? If you don't come out again, I will roast you and feed it to the dog!"

Wan Jianfeng stared at the boy drunk and said indignantly: "Hey! Yun, I treat you as a friend. I ran dozens of miles against the wind and snow to see you, but you want to burn me to death. It's too unrighteous!"

Yun Zixiao sneered and pointed to the empty wine jars that were tilted around the ground and said, "Are you very righteous? These dozen jars of wine were left by my grandfather, each jar is worth hundreds of taels. I can't bear to drink a sip, but you drank most of them without even saying hello. This is what you call righteousness?"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said, "Haha, isn't wine just for drinking? If it doesn't drink it for a few years, it will do it by itself, and then thousands of taels of silver will be wasted. Anyway, you are going down the mountain, and I will drink them all for you, which will not waste your grandfather's property. He can also rest in peace! I'll do you so much favor, so you should think about how to thank me!"

Yun Zixiao's mouth raised slightly, pointed at Wan Jianfeng with his sword and said with a smile: "Okay, don't you like drinking? I'll treat you to three months of wine, but you want to take me to Beijing!"

Wan Jianfeng was stunned and then said excitedly: "You are serious about this? Which capital do you want to enter? Whether it is Bianliang in the Song Dynasty, Zhumei in Dali, or Linhuang in the Liao Dynasty, as long as you say it, there is nothing I can't find!"

Yun Zixiao nodded with satisfaction and said, "I am a Han Chinese, so I naturally have to join the Song Dynasty and make great achievements in Bianliang. How can I collude with foreign tribes?"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said, "Haha, as long as there is fine wine, you can go wherever you want! The Song Dynasty, Dali, and Daliao are just Du Kang, the difference between copper pot and burning knife!"

Yun Zixiao smiled when he heard this, "Sometimes I really envy you. It would be great if I could live as carefree as you." As he said, his face gradually became complicated, and then he returned to cold, "Oh, it's a pity that I can't do it in this life..."

Wan Jianfeng pointed at Yun Zixiao and smiled and said, "Haha, you are only one or two years older than me, and your days will be longer in the future. Why do you have to draw a conclusion so early?"

Yun Zixiao nodded, "You are right. If I can get what I want as soon as possible, maybe the rest of the days will be as free as you!" He said as he looked at the sky, and then said to Wan Jianfeng: "It's almost noon. If you don't lead the way, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the market before the sun sets. Don't blame me for being stingy and not buying you wine!"

Wan Jianfeng dreamed of going down the mountain, but he felt a little reluctant when he was about to leave. He subconsciously looked towards Longtan Temple and thought to himself, "It is enough for Master to have Brother Tan's uncensored jade to inherit his robe. If I stay here, I will have to compete with Brother Tan for the position of head. It will be very unprofitable for the brothers to be hurt for the position of head. Besides, being the head will become a real monk. You can't eat meat or drink alcohol. What's the taste of living! Forget it, that's it!"

He thought about it and smiled at Yun Zixiao, "Brother Yun, let's go now, while I haven't regretted it yet!" He said, and rushed out of the door and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain. Yun Zixiao looked at his back that had gone away in an instant, and an undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...
Chapter completed!