"Hey, isn't this Mr. Su? He's back from a long trip?" In a simple pavilion on the roadside, a waiter threw the towel in his hand on his shoulder.
Su Baiyi, who was carrying a bookcase on his back, had just appeared at the entrance of the village when he heard the waiter's call. He immediately jumped to the edge of the bamboo shed and said with a smile: "That's right. I've been here for more than ten days and I really want to die here.
I’ve got some apricot flower wine. Hurry up and get a pot, and another portion of donkey meat in sauce. Pack another portion and I’ll take it to Master."
"Okay. Wait a minute." The waiter responded with a smile.
Su Baiyi found a corner and sat down. He didn't dare to stop on the way because he was afraid that the woman with amazing martial arts would catch up with him. After all, the sentence "We will meet again" was really scary. Now Su
Bai Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stepped into Xinghua Village. He put the book box aside, took out the scroll wrapped in brown paper, took a deep breath and opened the brown paper.
But it was not a whole book inside, but just a few pages of fragments. Su Baiyi picked it up and counted: "One page, two pages, three pages. You dare to practice with only three pages of fragments. No wonder you have become a useless person."
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"Master, what are you looking at? Wine and donkey meat are here." The waiter placed a pot of wine, a plate of donkey meat in sauce, and the packaged food and wine on the table.
Su Baiyi smiled: "Mind your own business."
"What kind of business does my small shop have?" Seeing that Su Baiyi was unwilling to say anything, the waiter did not ask further questions. He turned around and saw two people passing by the door, and hurriedly greeted them. "The two guests looked at each other.
You should be passing by our Xinghua Village on the way, right? Why don't you come in and have a cup of our village's specialty Xinghua Wine?"
One of the two men was a monk, tall and tall, about forty years old. A string of huge Buddhist beads hung on his chest, and he held a crescent shovel in his hand. His expression was serious. When he heard the voice, he turned to look at the waiter.
eyes, the waiter took a step back in fright.
Su Baiyi quietly took the fragment into his arms.
There was a masked man walking with the middle-aged monk. He was thin and carried a large dark green umbrella. His voice sounded like a kind young man: "That's right. Since we are all here, we should drink a glass of apricot wine. Quit.
Empty first seat, what do you think?"
"I never drink alcohol." The middle-aged monk named Jie Kong walked directly into the pergola, "Just give me a cup of tea."
"It doesn't matter if you don't drink. Our apricot blossom cake is also one of the best." The waiter said hurriedly.
"Bring us a pot of wine, a pot of tea, and there's no need for the apricot blossom cake." The masked man and Jie Kong found a seat and sat down. The masked man lowered his head and suddenly saw a line of words written on the table.
"Apricot flower wine in Xinghua Village, apricot flower wine relieves thousands of sorrows." The masked man stretched out a finger to touch the line of words and said quietly.
"This was written by Mr. Xie back then." The waiter placed a pot of apricot wine on the table.
"Oh? Mr. Xie." The masked man chuckled, "Look at the handwriting, it doesn't look like it was written with a brush. It looks like..."
"It's like it's embedded in this table, isn't it!" The waiter proudly threw the white cloth in his hand back, "I'm not bragging, I saw Mr. Xie write these words with my own eyes that day.
That day he and Li Xiucai from the city got drunk. They lay down on the table, dipped their hands in the wine in the cup and wrote this poem on the table. After they left, I wiped the wine on the table with a cloth.
, every time I wiped it, the writing sank a little deeper, and every time I wiped it, the writing sank a little lower, and finally the table was wiped clean, but the writing stayed there."
"So magical." There was a hint of smile in the masked man's tone, but the middle-aged monk's brows became more and more frowned.
Su Baiyi put down a piece of silver, stood up, picked up the book box and walked out quietly.
Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me. He kept thinking silently in his heart.
"By the way, this Mr. Su!" The waiter's high-pitched voice interrupted his fantasy, "He is Mr. Xie's proud disciple!"
"I still have something to do." Su Baiyi took a step forward, but stopped again.
The wind blew up the gray robe of the masked man. He gently raised his hand to support his mask, with a hint of chill in his tone: "Why are you in such a hurry, little brother?"
Su Baiyi smiled awkwardly: "At first glance, you two are not here for the wine. I think you are either robbing wealth or robbing sex, so why don't you run away quickly."
"Oh? Why aren't we here for the wine?" the masked man asked.
"One of you monks doesn't drink." Su Baiyi pointed a finger at the monk and then at the masked man in front of him, "As for you, how can you still drink while wearing a mask?"
"We are indeed not here for the wine, we are here for your husband." The masked man said calmly.
"Have you taken a fancy to my husband's calligraphy? My husband's handwriting is very expensive... Rich people in the city ask for a couplet every year during the Chinese New Year..." Su Baiyi suddenly stopped in the middle of his words and swallowed.
A scimitar suddenly flew out of the masked man's hand, stopped only a foot away from Su Baiyi's forehead, and then spun rapidly. The sharp wind of the knife caused some pain to the young man's forehead.
"My master's surname is Xie and his given name is Zhize."
"The two lines of poetry on the table were written by him!"
"He is over forty this year. He has a fair complexion and no beard! Good wine, good sauce donkey meat! Very lazy! During the Chinese New Year, he asked me to write those couplets for him, but he never gave me the money after receiving it!"
"That's enough." The masked man gently pulled his hand, and the scimitar flew back into his sleeve. He turned sideways and got out of the way, "Tell your master that the name Xie Zhize is not pleasant, and the guests are here.
I hope he will be welcomed by all guests."
"Welcome all guests?" In the backyard of the school, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in white threw a piece of donkey meat into his mouth. From the looks of it, it should be Mr. Xie the waiter mentioned, "
This guy has a pretty loud tone."
Su Baiyi leaned down and whispered: "Master, ever since I left Yelan City, I felt like someone was following me. I thought it was that girl at first, but now I think about it, it must be these two people. At that time, I felt that someone was following me.
There are still a few people hiding, and I thought I was being overly concerned. Are they also here for these three pages of fragments?"
"Of course they want to get these three pages of fragments, but their trip should be for me. I can't touch them with the three pages of fragments." Mr. Xie said with a smile, "Did you know that the two of them are
who?"
"I can't guess." Su Baiyi shook his head.
"The largest sect in the world is Shanglin Tiangong." Mr. Xie took a sip of wine.
"Ah?" Su Baiyi opened his mouth wide.
"Shanglin Tiangong is located in Weilong Mountain. There are four courtyards on the third floor in the gate. The monk named Jie Kong is the head of the Criminal Court of Shanglin Tiangong. The masked man is Wen Xi, the deputy seat of Qianjiyuan. They checked my information for more than a dozen times.
It's been 20 years, it's time to find me." Mr. Xie threw another piece of meat into his mouth.
Su Baiyi stood up hurriedly, opened the cabinet and threw the banknotes inside into his book box.
"What to do?" Mr. Xie asked.
Su Baiyi didn't even look back: "Run away!"
"We can't run away. Since they appeared there, the entire village should be surrounded by Shanglin Tiangong now." Mr. Xie said calmly.
Su Baiyi patted the sword on his waist: "Then we can only fight."
"Apprentice, apprentice, I have taught you for more than ten years. Although you are getting more and more handsome and have the same style as I did back then, why is your demeanor so different? You are either fighting or running. Can't there be someone more refined?
Way?" Mr. Xie sighed.
Su Baiyi hurriedly sat down cross-legged: "In what way?"
"Wait." Mr. Xie drank another glass of wine.
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