Chapter 369 Ancient Inn in the Wilderness, Playing the Piano in Red at Midnight!
The setting sun is setting across the road, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the desolate and broken walls.
The golden stream of light reflects the mark of time shining brightly.
Like the fingerprints on the open palms of the old man Feng Shuang, a sense of vicissitudes of life hits his face.
The young man stepped towards the ancient inn. On the broken flag, the big word "Wine" seemed to still exude the distant fragrance of wine. The broken rag of the flag had been fluttering for most of his life, and it seemed that he was tired and motionless.
Thick yellow sand covered layer after layer, leaning quietly against the light gray fence wall.
On the tables and chairs outside the door were placed three or five wine cups and thick bowls, some of which were upside down and shattered on the ground, and some of which were buried sideways in the yellow sand.
This should be a restaurant station on the edge of the Gobi Desert.
The thick, thousand-year-old sunken wood door is still solid, and two wind-roaring stone lions stand guard on the left and right. While holding the door down, they also seem to be like loyal doormen, guarding this wilderness shop.
The boy pushed the door open.
The creaking of the door shook the yellow sand on the ground, and the last ray of light passed through the fine-perforated windows, and the beautiful scenery of mottled shadows was reflected in the empty store.
Apart from the noisy air in the store, there is no rotten or moldy smell. There are several bent willow chairs that can withstand the wear and tear of time, pear blossom tables, and the wooden stairs leading to the second floor. There are also some placed behind the counter.
There are jar after jar of wine, and the mouth of the jar sealed with mud is extremely complete.
There is yellow sand on the ground, but it is exceptionally clean.
"Shopkeeper, are you there?"
"Is anyone there?"
Gu Yusheng stood at the firepit in the middle of the store, with a black iron pot hanging on the iron rope.
Gu Yusheng's voice received no response.
He walked forward to the door leading to the backyard, opened the curtain door made of dry willow branches, and the scenery of the backyard was clear at a glance: horse tethering posts, sheds to shelter from the wind and sand, more than a dozen guesthouses for people to live in, and a separate firewood
There is an ancient well in the corner of the yard. The well is overflowing and forming a circle of meandering water in the backyard. It should have been used for drinking horses.
Gu Yusheng held the well water in his hand and took a sip. After drinking the water, it was slightly cold and sweet, which quenched his thirst and made him energetic.
Light the firepit.
Light a wisp of fireworks.
Put the vegetables in the food box into the fishing pot and stew, and light the unburned candle on the table.
The sky also got dark in due course.
The night wind blew the yellow sand, making a soft whistling sound.
Quiet and quiet.
The tired Gu Yusheng was greatly comforted and relaxed. He took off the wine gourd from his waist and wanted to take a sip. The peach blossom wine in the past seemed not bold enough in this world with sharp yellow sand.
Gu Yusheng stood up and walked to the counter. He sniffed the wine placed on the counter, one jar after another. Finally, he selected the strongest wine.
Open the dusty wine jar with the palm of your hand.
The pungent aroma of wine hit your face instantly.
“Good wine!”
Gu Yusheng raised his head and held the altar while drinking. The wine entered his throat and felt like a burning knife. Gu Yusheng couldn't help but hiss and gasp.
A young man knows how strong wine is.
It's a kind of luck.
It's a pity that there is no one to drink with now.
Gu Yusheng missed Miss Mo a little.
He took out the guqin given by Sixth Senior Sister.
He plucked the strings randomly.
The five notes vibrate, which means you have heard a good piece of music.
Liquor burns the throat and warms the heart.
Gu Yusheng drank alone, feeling sleepy before he knew it.
We get together with wine in our arms, and sleep with our pillows on the piano.
In a daze, Gu Yusheng seemed to hear the clanging of swords, and the distant world in his heart was noisy in his ears——
The lonely moon hangs high.
Su Shouzhuo seemed to have become the wanderer he once was, walking at the end of the desert. He changed his outfit, black clothes, hat, and elegant fan were gone. The palms of his hands were holding a sword that had entered the rivers and lakes tightly.
The practitioners of Penglai lived in a thousand-year-old dry forest. The debris and rusty swords all over the ground drove them crazy. The storage bags pulled from the bones of dead people made them start quarreling with each other regardless of their friendship.
Without Fang Qicheng as the leader, Fang Yuan has the highest prestige among these people.
At first, he would pick up some dead people's property, but gradually, he found that this was extremely boring, so he relied on Penglai's highest cultivation level, and everyone who picked up the property must share his share.
Naturally there was some opposition at first.
But he quickly used his sword to coerce others into agreeing.
The moonlight is quiet.
Fang Yuan leaned a little lonely against a thousand-year-old dead tree, forcing others to hunt for treasures for him. He couldn't help but think of the scenery he once had in Tingzhou. Wherever he went, mortals respected him, offered treasures one after another, and called them immortals.
.
Even if a mortal has good things left by his ancestors in his hands, he can take them away openly and openly.
Once upon a time, he grabbed a pearl from a catcher and thus condensed the golden elixir.
sometimes.
Fang Yuan wished he could go back to the past and plunder the world.
Unfortunately, his identity as a cultivator of the Penglai Holy Land imprisoned the devil in his heart.
"Since my eldest brother is not back, I'm afraid the situation is in danger."
Fang Yuan looked in the direction he was looking at and twisted his hand. The aura of the pearl he had captured had been absorbed and could only be used for lighting now. What happened during the day was too shocking. They fled in embarrassment again, leaving Fang Yuan
Very irritable.
Suddenly, a hand snatched the pearl from his palm.
"who!"
Fang Yuan retreated subconsciously, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand. When he saw clearly that the person coming was Su Shouzhuo, his face was slightly startled, and then he mocked: "It turns out to be you. It seems that the shadow I left on you back then has always been there."
, Oh, I almost forgot, now that you are a student of the Holy Academy, you are considered to be prominent."
"After thinking about it for many years, I still have some barriers to overcome, so I came to get back what I lost back then."
Su Shouzhuo gently stroked the pearl in his palm, put it into his sleeve, and then held the ordinary sword that he had used when he entered the world.
Fang Yuan's hand gradually moved away from the hilt of the sword, and he smiled jokingly: "Are you considered a swordsman? When you were in Wangxianju, you didn't have such courage. You came here alone, just because you wanted to
You are just seeking death, I will help you."
Su Shouzhuo drew his sword little by little. The sword was still rusty, but his eyes were as clear as the moon.
"That night at Lucheng Ancient Bridge, I had already washed my sword. Fang Yuan, please draw your sword."
"I know you killed those junior brothers in Penglai, but so what? You are not worthy of me drawing my sword, just like your father did back then. I only threatened your life. Not only did he obediently hand over what I wanted,
I would rather die in your hands and let you hate and live in embarrassment, hahaha..."
Fang Yuan raised his head and laughed wildly.
"By following Gu Yusheng, you didn't learn anything else, but you learned that you can resist the established fate?"
"ridiculous!"
Swish.
A sword struck, with a squeaking sound, and a splash of blood spattered from Fang Yuan's body.
Blood spattered on Su Shouzhuo's face. His hands trembled slightly and he growled: "Compared to those who fight against fate, you are the ridiculous person. You are even less worthy of mocking Mr. Fifteen. You should have died with this sword."
, However, I, Su Shouzhuo, disdain to kill you with an attack, I will take your life away with my sword in a dignified way."
"well!"
Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to touch the sword mark, and his face became distorted.
"Just now was your only chance, go to hell and regret it!"
Fang Yuan drew his sword, and the Great Yin Yang Sword released two completely different sword auras. The terrifying sword aura tore through the night, and the thousand-year-old dead wood broke in response. The sword aura stirred up the hunting wind, blowing Su Shouzhuo back a few steps, and covered him with his hands.
In front of him, the yin and yang sword energy formed a formation and formed a barrier of its own, shrouding Su Shouzhuo within it.
"Great Sword Cultivator?"
Su Shouzhuo squinted his eyes.
The frantic sword energy stirred up his sleeves, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
"That's right!"
Fang Yuan laughed wildly with pride and walked towards Su Shouzhuo step by step. His breath was still rising, but his reason was losing bit by bit.
"I understand, you went to the Ling Pavilion to pawn your soul."
"Wrong, this time, I am here to get something for the Ling Pavilion. I am the lucky one chosen by the envoy of the Ling Pavilion, Su Shouzhuo. That's why I said, people like you, who lament their fate, just obey it.
,You are not my opponent."
Su Shouzhuo stood upright and said, "The sword is in your hand, and your destiny is in your hand. This is what I learned from Mr. Fifteen. You will never understand."
In the Yin-Yang Sword Formation, the sound of the sword roared, and the sword energy was everywhere...
The sound of fighting gradually faded away.
Gu Yusheng's soul was blown back by a gust of wind.
He remained lying on his back, recalling the scene he had just seen. He was a little worried about Su Shouzhuo, but deep down in his heart, he felt that Su Shouzhuo would not be defeated.
clank clank.
Suddenly, the sound of a guqin came into my ears, and the strings trembled, making me weep and complain.
Gu Yusheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.
Everything his eyes saw was completely unfamiliar. At this time, he was sleeping on the wooden bed in the attic. What he saw was ancient cabinets. The cabinets were filled with volumes of antique books, no less than ten thousand volumes.
On the table, there was a piece of requiem burning, more than half of it burned.
Gu Yusheng subconsciously held down the Dragon-Slaying Sword at his waist.
The sword is still there.
Gu Yusheng feels at ease.
Holding his breath, he opened the door on the second floor, walked to the corridor, leaned in and looked down, and saw a scene that made Gu Yusheng stunned: he saw an enchanting woman in red sitting alone on the banquet on the first floor, and she was caressing her
The guqin has melodious music, but the face of the woman in red is that of a great female fairy, a weasel!
In front of the female immortal, dozens of red foxes and a nest of weasels surrounded the fire pit, each one indulging in the music.
Seeing this scene, even Gu Yusheng, who had always been calm, couldn't help but be shocked. He pressed the railing with his hand, and there was a click. The sudden noise disturbed the ancient stack. The woman in red looked up, with a faint look. Below, a red fox and a weasel.
They all turned their heads, and nearly a hundred eyes were staring at Gu Yusheng.