After cooking a pot of meat, Li Xiuyuan made a pot of newly brewed black bean wine to entertain the old man and Zhang Liang.

After eating half the pot of meat and drinking three bowls of wine, the old man stroked his beard and sighed: "Good wine, good meat, but a good story is missing."

Li Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Liang, who was walking on the edge of drunkenness or not, drinking a bowl of wine and laughed.

He replied to the old man: "This story must be written by the two of them."

The old man was startled when he heard this, and asked tentatively: "How to write? When to write, and with whom to write?"

Li Xiuyuan knocked on the table gently, looking at the cute looks of Zhang Liang and Xiao Hei and shaking his head.

He replied softly: "Compared with the foresight of the predecessors, the current situation is much worse. It can be regarded as hindsight."

As soon as the old man heard this, he became interested. He put his hand into the bowl and dipped some wine into it. He was about to write down some words on the table. After thinking about it, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Together?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "Together."

So I followed the old man's example and covered it with one hand, touched some wine stains with one hand, and quickly wrote a word on the table.

The old man leaned on his hand and couldn't help but said: "Let's take a look together?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Okay."

After saying that, the two of them removed their palms together. The old man felt as if he was struck by lightning, and then burst into laughter: "You know, this shopkeeper is also a wonderful person."

Before Li Zhang and Xiao Hei could come over, they wiped away the wine stains on the table with a wave of their hands.

So this secret was known only by heaven and earth, and the two of them knew it.

The old man sighed: "You really plan to let this guy gather his energy after the spring begins. Aren't you afraid that he will cause chaos?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "Probably not. At most, give him a little more chance to escape. After all, it's not easy to escape the world's predators."

The old man nodded, pointed at Zhang Liang who was about to lie down and said with a smile: "In this case, I will hand him over to you."

Li Xiuyuan picked up the bowl in front of him, took a sip of wine, and said quietly: "Even if spring begins, there is still a little time, and there is still time for everything."

The old man laughed: "The old man has met two interesting people in his life, one is Zhang Liang and the other is you. In this way, life will no longer be lonely."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed: "I am different from my predecessors. You are making history, but I can't do anything."

The old man was in a happy mood. He pointed at Zhang Liang who was lying on the table and said with a smile: "Sometimes, witnessing miracles is more interesting than creating miracles, because you don't need to bear the responsibility for cause and effect."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked tentatively: "I wonder what your senior wishes and where he is going?"

When the old man heard this, he sighed while stroking his beard, and pointed to the sky outside the hall: "I'm tired of living in this world. I want to go there to see it. I don't know if I can achieve my wish in my lifetime?"

This time Li Xiuyuan did not reply immediately, but looked at Xiao Hei who was lying aside and snoring, shook his head, stood up, stretched out his hands, and carried him out of the living room.

Who doesn’t want to achieve enlightenment and live forever after cultivating to the end?

But for thousands of years, who can truly understand the path to immortality? For example, those gods and demons in the prehistoric world? For example, those friends and enemies of Long Potian back then?

Even the master of Xuanwu Continent, Nalan Ruyu, probably wanted to achieve enlightenment and immortality through the way of the saints on Meishan Mountain in the end, right?

Where are the monk Buli by the Tongtian River and the little princess Yuwen Liuli from Phoenix City?

Who doesn’t want to live forever?

After holding Xiao Hei and lying down on the bed, covering him with a quilt, Li Xiuyuan thought about it carefully because he didn't know the old man's final whereabouts.

Is it possible?

If it comes to that, I might as well give the old man a chance to enlighten himself. After all, this will not affect the outcome of the long river of time.

Da Qin is still the same Da Qin.

He didn't have much to do with the old man in front of him. Even if Zhang Liang... that would happen many years later.

Looking at the sky with fluttering snowflakes, I couldn't help but laugh. I was thinking about walking in, but you were thinking about leaving. It's interesting.

Back in the living room, Zhang Liang was already lying on the table and snoring. Li Xiuyuan added charcoal to the brazier and the small stove on the table, and the room instantly became a little warmer.

Li Xiuyuan removed the food and wine on the table and replaced it with something suitable for making tea.

He looked at the old man and smiled: "When the flowers bloom next year, when Zhang Liang goes to bang his head against the south wall, can I try one or two for my senior?"

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and laughed and said, "I would like to hear the truth."

Li Xiuyuan put the tea into the pot, put it on the stove, thought for a while and said: "I came here just to learn Confucian knowledge. I am still a layman when it comes to Taoism and Dharma."

It was only now that Li Xiuyuan discovered that he had been so tired of running around all these years that he had not yet carefully studied the Tao Te Ching that Empress Chang Sun had given him.

The old man laughed when he heard this, pointed to Zhang Liang beside him and said, "Zhang Liang's teacher is Confucian and is proficient in Taoism. If you have the opportunity, you should ask him for advice."

Li Xiuyuan thought that he would send Zhan Hei to the academy to study in the spring, so he thought he could find an opportunity to ask for advice.

After all, with Zhang Liang here, there is no need to worry about finding a way out.

Thinking about the principles he had read in the books, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Zhang Liang's teacher practiced both Confucianism and Taoism, can he be considered a saint?"

Because he didn't know whether the record in the book compared the wife to a saint, or whether the master had already become a saint.

This was something that the old Taoist priest had never told him.

After hearing this, the old man replied leisurely: "In my opinion, the way of a saint is to obey the heavens and follow the times, but not to help the king to kill. When the King of Qin rose, I noticed his ambition."

"However, his killings are too heavy, which is contrary to the law of heaven. I'm afraid it won't last long, so I have always advised Zhang Liang not to be anxious, but this kid is very stubborn."

"As for whether the Master you are asking about is a saint, haha, if he were truly a saint, he wouldn't still be suffering in this world."

The old man sighed, not knowing whether it was for his wife, whom Li Xiuyuan had never met, or for the old man's own circumstances.

Li Xiuyuan was greatly shocked and asked: "Is it possible that Master has become a saint and he wants to subtly teach the disciples around him so that more disciples can learn the holy way?!"

The old man shook his head and said: "Master is not a saint at least for now, and I can't do it either. As you said, the Qin Dynasty has too many killings, and one day traitors will control the government..."

Li Xiuyuan was speechless after hearing this. He naturally knew everything that happened next.

What he cared about was not the operation of the Qin Dynasty, but he wanted to know whether the Master was a saint. Since the old man in front of him denied it, it seemed that he had to go and find out for himself.

The water was boiling. Li Xiuyuan poured a cup of spiritual tea for the old man and smiled lightly: "Please drink tea."

Smelling the faint fragrance of tea, the old man's heart moved slightly and asked: "This tea is wrong, it shouldn't be owned here?"

Li Xiuyuan took a sip of the spiritual tea and replied calmly: "So what if it is the heavenly spiritual tea? When my brother drinks this tea, it is just a thirst-quenching tea."

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but this matter was related to a major event that the old man once heard about!

Perhaps in Li Xiuyuan's opinion, giving the old man a drink of spiritual tea first, and then giving him three glasses of spiritual wine after Zhang Liangchun left, might be able to help him.

Just like what the old monk said to him: "Enlightenment can only occur between drinking tea."

The old man picked up the tea cup and tasted it. He felt the aroma was so delicious that he couldn't help but admire it. Then he lowered his head in silence and continued to drink sip after sip.

Li Xiuyuan was startled. Isn't this just a cup of spiritual tea?

Little did he know that even an old man would never be able to drink a cup of spiritual tea like this in his hand even if he spent his whole life in the land of Qin. This is a difference between heaven and earth.

For him it was just a piece of cake, but for the old man it was a huge challenge.

The old man drank a cup quietly and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of tea is this?"

Li Xiuyuan silently filled the tea for the old man and said quietly: "My husband planted this tea back then, and later I transplanted it somewhere in the Tianshan Mountains and irrigated it with snow water..."

In fact, he forgot one thing. He had used the diluted water of life, then used it under the light of the green lotus, and he had been chanting Buddhist sutras on Tianshan Mountain for many years.

It has surpassed the spring tea that my husband planted back then, and gradually, it has become a veritable Tianshan spiritual tea.

It's no worse than Tianyu City's spiritual tea. It's not even comparable to Tianyu City's spiritual tea.

Because the apricot trees and tea trees planted by Li Xiuyuan have absorbed the essence of the divine water.

He was the only one in the world who knew about this matter. The old Taoist priest never asked, Xiao Hei didn't care at all, and Li Xiuyuan forgot about it after using it.

Because at that time he only wanted to transform into a mortal.

The old man sighed and said thoughtfully: "No wonder it is said that if you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening. It turns out that this is the truth."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Senior, if you like this tea, you can come over at any time. But I can't let him drink the current Zhang Liang."

"He hasn't suffered enough. Let's wait."

The old man slowly enjoyed the spiritual tea in the cup, looking very much enjoying it, and finally closed his eyes silently under Li Xiuyuan's gaze.

Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that the spring tea grown on Tianshan Mountain could be heard by an old man.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself, could it be that I could really help the old man leave this world?

Is it just that I am still a half-mortal human?

…

I don't know whether the old man liked Li Xiuyuan, or whether Li Xiuyuan was talking to the old man, but on New Year's Eve of this year, Li Xiuyuan brought Xiao Hei to Zhang Liang's house.

There are not many people, but it is very lively.

In Zhang Liang's heart, there are no servants or housekeepers in the house, they are all his relatives.

Since they are relatives, there is no need to be so reserved. Even the maid will joke with Zhang Liang from time to time and take Xiao Hei to set off firecrackers.

It wasn't until the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year that Li Xiuyuan gave each of the housekeeper, maid and cook two gold coins, which frightened Zhang Liang.

Fortunately for the housekeeper, he has seen a lot of money over the years.
To be continued...