An old man, dressed simply, with a big straw hat hanging on his back and a wine gourd in one hand, was riding an old donkey and walking leisurely on the official road.
"Ah! Yes, who is the shadow going to? On Hengfen Road, the flute and drum were played in loneliness, and the desolate smoke is still calm..."
"It's time to sigh to summon the souls. Mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain."
Hong Cen listened to the voice, and each word entered his heart. He got up inexplicably, and followed the man and the donkey with a staggering step, almost falling down. [
In his hand, he still held a jar of wine.
He laughed heartily, with a sense of insanity and madness! He couldn't help but follow the old man's recitation, and said with a smile, "Heaven is jealous. If you don't believe me, the orioles and swallows will all be in the dust. For eternity,
In order to entertain the barbarian, I sang and drank like crazy...Haha! I sang and drank like crazy, what a crazy person who sang and drank like crazy!"
"Young man, what kind of wine are you drinking? Can you let me have a taste?" The wind and rain of the world have long since wiped away the arrogance, indifference, and desire in the old man, leaving only calmness, open-mindedness, and a willingness to know his destiny.
Hong Cen generously gave him the wine and said, "Senior, you will know if you try it."
The old man took the wine and took a sip. "Wow, not bad, top-grade sorghum. Young man, try mine!" As he said this, he handed his wine gourd to Hong Cen.
Hong Cen was not polite, took it and drank it.
"Young man, you seem to know who I am?" The old man said like a question, but also like an affirmation.
Hong Cen smiled, with a hint of sadness, but did not answer.
He knew at first glance that this old man was no ordinary person.
If he was not mistaken, it was the knight-errant Ling Feng Jiying.
Ling Feng is just a name in the world. Almost no one knows his real name.