The carriage with green curtains drove slowly along the stone slabs of Tianjie, and the sparkling wheels made an unpleasant sound as they pressed against it.

In the carriage, Lan Xun'er and Wen Youruo from Tianxiang Academy frowned and were a little upset. They were a little worried about the upcoming meeting.

Lan Xun'er came to No. 47 Tianjie today not for anything else, but just to see the little shopkeeper who sells wine.

She wanted to see what this young man who once kicked her out of Tianxiang Bookstore would look like after so long.

She wanted to know what was so special about the guy who sold two thousand spiritual stones for a calligraphy but Yuqiong Pavilion refused to resell it.

She always thought that Xiu Yuan's words were not worth two thousand spiritual stones, until her companion Wen Youruo commented that he saw an infinite sword intent in the banner of Yuqiong Pavilion...

She could no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart. The first thing she did when she came back from the foreign battlefield was to come to No. 47 Tianjie to take a look.

For this reason, she did not call Fat Ning Xiaochen or Yun Feng, but quietly called You Ruo.

The carriage stopped passing by, and the first thing that caught my eye when I entered the store was a childish and clean face with a shaved head.

The silk white robe is still so clean, even cleaner than the eldest lady like her, which makes people feel a little jealous and a little fond of her.

She didn't know why, but looking at Li Xiuyuan's bald head, she felt a little annoyed. If Youruo hadn't told him that this guy had sword intentions in his words, maybe she wouldn't have come here again.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two women in a white dress and a red dress. There was no trace of joy on their faces. They were still sitting quietly in the shop, holding a wolf hair and copying the master's book.

Whether you buy it or not, my words will hang there.

Lan Xun'er stepped forward and looked at him curiously, probably wondering if this guy was pretending?

Youruo stepped forward and looked at the new chapter written by Li Xiuyuan. She looked at it again and again. As she looked at it, there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes, as if she had become the protagonist in Li Xiuyuan's poem.

Looking at it, Youruo couldn't help but read softly:

When you are sober, you just sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under flowers;

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

...

"Little shopkeeper, where is Luoxia Mountain? Why haven't I heard of it?" Looking at Li Xiuyuan who lowered his head and said nothing, Youruo couldn't help but ask softly.

After speaking, he approached Li Xiuyuan and looked at the scroll he copied in surprise.

He praised: "No wonder Yuqiong Pavilion spent two thousand spiritual stones to buy your poem. I didn't expect that your sword intention has turned into a condensed sword force. Speaking of which, the words hanging in Yuqiong Pavilion really have a kind of meaning.

It means to hold a store."

Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan became interested and asked, "What does that mean? I just want to run my small winery quietly."

Youruo chuckled and said: "The reason is very simple. The more they say they won't sell it, the more interested the guests will be... As time goes by, the guests will study the charm and meaning between the lines.

Sword Intention."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and did not explain the relationship between himself and Feng Ruyu. He would not do business with tiger skins, but if someone was willing to think about it himself, it would be natural for him to get some business from it.

Lan Xun'er looked at the signature on the calligraphy and painting, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Luoxiashan people, haha, so the little shopkeeper is the kind of fairy with apricot blossoms?"

Li Xiuyuan put down the wolf in his hand and placed it on the inkstone on the table, then reached out and lit the water stove on the table.

Looking at the two people, he said: "You have your own pride, and I also have my own needs. I opened this small shop just for practice and life. Could it be that I ran to the door of Yuqiong Pavilion and told others that the word "I"

Can’t you write it?”

When Lan Xun'er heard this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply when she looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. She smiled when she looked at Xiu Xiuyuan and said quietly: "Write two calligraphy for me, you decide the price.

"

Youruo turned her head and glanced at Lan Xun'er, then turned back to Li Xiuyuan and said, "I am a poor man, she spent money to buy two paintings, and I robbed her, so you can treat it as buying two and getting one free."

Li Xiuyuan was startled, and thought to himself that only you can say this. This is the first time he has heard the principle of buy two, get one free.

If this was No. 47 Tianjie, he thought he was back in a small wine shop in Ding'an City.

Youruo looked at him and smiled and said: "You can pick apricot flowers to make wine? From now on, this wine will be called apricot flower wine. Is this a good idea of ​​mine? Because I work so hard to help you, I will use this apricot flower wine.

Will the immortal give it to me?"

Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled, then stood up and poured tea for the two of them.

"Let's have a cup of tea first!" He didn't rush to answer the two people's questions. In his opinion, their questions were not problems.

The two women walked to the table and sat down, picked up the tea cups in front of them, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed aside, and couldn't help laughing.

"It seems you are not as bad as I thought. Why were you so vicious last time?"

After taking a sip of tea, Youruo looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly at himself, thinking about the hard work of making wine these days, and sighed secretly in his heart. If you respect me, I will naturally treat you as a guest. You clearly act like a bad person, don't I still know how to bite dogs?

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"Friends are here, let's have some good wine!" Li Xiuyuan replied inexplicably after thinking about it.

When You Ruo heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Lan Xun'er and said with a smile, "This guy compared Ning Xiaochen to a monster."

Lan Xun'er couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and laughing: "Any poem with some artistic conception is enough. I don't know how to write poetry. I just like your words..."

After talking to this guy for a few words, Lan Xun'er finally felt better about Li Xiuyuan, her voice softened a little, and she looked at him and spoke softly.

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at the two of them and smiled: "Would you like to try the wine I brewed? If you don't drink it now, you will have to wait until next year."

"Why?" Lan Xun'er and You Ruo asked at the same time.

Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "Only the wine I make in spring can be considered fine wine, and the rest can only be considered wine."

"Why?" they asked again.

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at the two of them and smiled: "Spring flowers and summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow, only the temperature in spring is the most suitable for wine making. A vat of good wine must be stored for all four seasons.

"I've just made this wine, and I don't know if the wine I made this year will be ready for next spring..." In fact, what Li Xiuyuan wanted to say is that by this time next year, he doesn't know if I will still be here.

It's just that he didn't even say this to his master, let alone the two proud girls of Tianxiang Academy in front of him.

You Ruo opened her mouth wide when she heard this, and after a while she replied: "Hurry up, let me have a taste."

Lan Xun'er also opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and shook his head. He stood up and took a small jar of wine from the wine rack, patted it open, and took three more wine glasses and placed them in front of the three of them.

"While drinking and drinking tea here, I'm afraid I'm the only one here."

He poured wine into three glasses and said with a smile.

Youruo picked up the cup and put it under her nose, sniffed it gently, took another sip, looked up at Li Xiuyuan and smiled: "Oh, not bad, it tastes like fine wine."

Lan Xun'er couldn't help but take a sip. Unlike You Ruo's expression, she just put the cup back on the table after taking a sip.

Then he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "How can I sell this wine?"

"Ten spiritual stones for the small urn, fifty for the large urn, no bargaining. If you buy more calligraphy and painting, both of them will cost 100 spiritual stones, no bargaining." Li Xiuyuan took a sip of wine and watched the two men reply quietly. road.

Lan Xun'er laughed when she heard this. She pointed at the wine on the table and said with a smile: "I want four jars of wine and two pictures of calligraphy. Go ahead and write two more pictures for me. I want to give them away."

When Youruo heard this, she couldn't help but ask: "Sister Xun'er, who are you giving it to?"

Lan Xun'er glanced at her and said with a smile: "Senior sister is getting married next month, isn't she? I'll send you a picture and a jar of wine as a congratulatory gift."

Upon hearing this, Youruo nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Senior Sister Shangguan. It seems that I have to buy a jar of wine for her. I am a poor man, little shopkeeper. I will buy two jars of wine. Give me your words."

After speaking, he pointed to the wall, looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled.

Li Xiuyuan glared at her and replied: "That word is not for sale."

After speaking, he moved the tea stove and wine jar on the table to the counter, and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been placed aside.

Just pour the remaining wine in the cup into the inkstone, reach out and pinch a tube of pine ink and grind it carefully.

He leaned a little and looked at the expectant eyes of the two people. He didn't know how to laugh for a moment. The wolf hair he lifted was frozen in the air, like a zombie standing dead in the middle of the night.

A machine is used to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and weak.

On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing and the swallows are refusing to let you go.

...

With four machines, the mandarin ducks are ready to fly together. It's a pity that the old man will turn gray first.

Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.

...

Ignoring the screams from the two swords at the side, Li Xiuyuan continued to write, and as the sword intent struck out one after another under the pen, the depressed mood in his chest and abdomen due to the master's condition seemed to be struck by the sword intent one after another. He slashed away with one sword after another.

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undress lightly and get into the orchid boat alone.

Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.

The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling. It is only a frown, but it is in my heart.

...

This letter was a letter he wrote on the Tianshan Mountains to the young lady on the Phoenix Mountain thousands of miles away, expressing his inner sorrows because the two of them were practicing with their masters.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Li Xiuyuan, who lost his memory, wrote this poem again.
To be continued...