A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 530 Goodbye Yuren (Happy Lantern Festival!)
Winterfell.

The taverns on the main road in the city opened their doors as before, and there were businessmen in a hurry, as well as idlers living in Winterfell.

These guys who had nothing to do but drink sat casually on their seats, yelling and drinking, pointing out the country, congratulating His Majesty Robb for a while, and laughing loudly for the Lannister who is hiding in King's Landing.

People who have traveled all over the world and are well-informed will also smile in their spare time and tell the good things about southern girls all over their faces. At this time, everyone will show a tacit smile.

Yoren walked into the tavern as usual, shouted at the owner of the tavern, then picked up two glasses of fragrant ale and walked towards the wooden table in the corner.

Several half-grown children immediately rushed over with noisiness, and rushed to occupy the seat next to Yoren before those idlers, holding a few fruit plates and yelling loudly, asking him to continue telling the story of the number one swordsman, Master Yi, yesterday.

Yoren laughed, and gladly accepted the "offering" of these children, and while drinking and eating fruit, he boasted about the story of escorting Princess Arya back to the north.

Although he has told these stories a thousand and eight hundred times, the children just love to hear them.

No, it wasn't just the children, the voice of the whole tavern fell.

The owner of the tavern sat behind the counter, looking at Yoren with a smile on his face, and the other rough guys in the tavern also lowered their voices, listening carefully to his story of the year.

It's not how exciting Yoren's story is, but they know that the stories Yoren tells are true.

The clearest evidence is Yoren sitting here. If there is no friendship for saving Arya in the crisis, this old boy must still be hanging out with the night watchman in Castle Black.

As residents of Winterfell, they like to hear stories related to Winterfell.

Especially when the protagonist of the story is a Stark, everyone will feel proud, but unfortunately, in this city, except Yoren, no one dares to discuss the story of Stark privately in a place like a tavern .

Soon Yoren was on the Kingsroad, and Master Yi playing with the golden robe.

A brown-haired man who was obviously hearing it for the first time couldn't help but underestimated a sentence.

"Is Master Yi really that powerful?"

"That's fake!"

The bearded man sitting opposite him slapped the table, stared at the man in black with a pair of bull's eyes, raised his palm that was half cut off by the blade, and said solemnly:
"Back then, I went south with His Majesty on expeditions. I met the cavalry led by the Magic Mountain on the Hejian Avenue. I watched Miss Arya knock down three heavy cavalry with a thin sword, and then stepped on their heads. In the blink of an eye, It pierced into the chest of the Demon Mountain through a gap in the armor, if it wasn't for that guy's rough skin and thick flesh, he forcibly broke the blade of the rapier, he would have been the soul of Miss Arya's sword by now!"

There was an uproar in the tavern. Many people knew that this bearded man had joined the army and went south, but they had never heard him talk about the details of the war.

No one doubted the authenticity of the words of the bearded man, because his palm was cut off in that battle, and Gregor Clegane, the 'Magic Mountain', disappeared after that battle.

The bearded man looked around and smiled triumphantly at the amazed man opposite him.

"Think about it, even Miss Arya is so powerful, how strong is Master Yi?"

Suddenly there was a sound of exclamation and discussion in the tavern.

Although Arya is already the princess of the North, people in Winterfell still like to call her Miss Arya, because it makes them seem closer.

Of course, they also have the qualification to be close. After all, they are all residents of Winterfell who are begging for a living. Who doesn't have a good man who goes south to fight with the King of the North?
A man familiar with the bearded man teased and said: "Hey, Deman, I remember you bragging that your hand was cut off by the Magic Mountain. If Miss Arya killed the Magic Mountain, how would he cut it off? Your palm?"

The bearded and smug smile froze for a moment, then his face turned red and he hesitated.

"I... did I say it... You must have heard it wrong, I was talking about the cavalry under the Devil Mountain..."

"Oh~ Feelings are ordinary cavalry!"

The man laughed in a long tone, and everyone in the tavern roared with laughter.

"There are no ordinary cavalry!"

The bearded face was flushed, and he patted the table: "I was a burly man when I cut off my palm. Even if it wasn't 'Magic Mountain', at least he was his younger brother 'Hound Dog'!"

"Come on! Who doesn't know that the relationship between the Hound and the Devil Mountain is extremely bad, how could it be possible to work under his command!"

The man sneered mercilessly, and everyone else laughed loudly, and the atmosphere inside and outside the tavern was filled with joy.

Although Yoren also had a smile on his face, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

From the different attitudes of these people in the tavern towards him and the bearded man, it can be seen that he has not fully integrated into Winterfell, after all, he is just a guest of this city.

Yoren sighed softly, raised his head in front of him and poured in.

Although Winterfell is good, it doesn't belong to him. The fortified city on top of the Great Wall is where he really belongs...

"Snapped--"

There was a crisp sound, and Yoren stopped pouring the wine, and the cedar cup in front of him quietly moved a crack, looking at the wine bottle above the table that made the sound.

It was a ceramic wine jar with a big belly and a thin mouth, and the whole body was amber gold. A few gorgeous red carved flowers were attached to the side of the round wine jar. There was a gold-inlaid seal on the thin mouth, and a bow made of gold silk.

Regardless of its contents, Yoren was dazzled by the luxurious exterior alone.

However, why does the unknown text printed on this wine jar feel a little familiar...

……and many more!
You Lun was startled suddenly, and the scene of Lin Yi teaching Arya three years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. What he handed to Arya at that time seemed to be this kind of square characters!

Is it? !
Yoren's heart was pounding suddenly, his cloudy old eyes moved upward with a little excitement, and he saw a handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Yi... Yi Lin?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Yi waved away the curious children who came over, opened the gold-encrusted seal under Yoren's dazed gaze, and pulled out the cork tied with a gold silk bow.

"Boom-"

The cork was lightly opened, and a strong aroma of wine immediately permeated the air. Yoren shrugged his nose, his cloudy old eyes lit up, and he looked eagerly at the luxurious and exquisite wine jar.

Not only him, everyone in the tavern was seduced by the smell of wine, stretched their necks and looked around, wanting to see where the strong smell came from.

With a wave of Lin Yi's palm, two white wine cups appeared as if by a magic trick, and then he spit out vigorously, the liquid in the jar sprang out like a spirit snake, and fell into the two wine cups precisely, not much Quite a lot, just overflowing.

Seeing this strange man showing such a move suddenly, there was an uproar in the tavern.

Lin Yi just chuckled, not caring about the reactions of other people in the tavern, and pushed one of the glasses in front of You Lun, and said with a chuckle:

"Remember, the good wine I bragged to you three years ago."

"...Is this the one?"

Old Yoren came back to his senses, looking at the crystal clear wine in the wine cup, the complex emotions of shock, joy, nostalgia, and emotion all turned into wine worms ready to move.

Everyone else in the tavern also swallowed.

If Yoren wasn't Arya's personal honored guest, I'm afraid someone would have stepped forward to grab the wine by now!
That's right, even though the men in Winterfell are careless, they won't be too angry if they sarcastically face to face, but this is only for their own people, it's different for outsiders!

No, in the corner of the tavern, there were three men with swords around their waists staring at Lin Yi. One of them stared straight at the luxurious wine jar, and subconsciously touched the hilt of his waist with his right hand.

"and many more."

The companion beside him held his hand, shook his head slightly when he frowned and turned his head, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it later."

"..."

The man nodded and moved his hand away as if nothing had happened.

"call--"

After gulping down the wine in the glass, Yoren let out a long mouthful of turbid air, the mellow aroma of the wine permeated around him, and a child-like blush suddenly appeared on his old face with vicissitudes.

Lin Yi smiled, reached out and patted the wine jar, and another stream of wine fell into the wine cup.

"Be careful, this is strong wine and must be tasted carefully."

"I noticed that too."

Yoren gave a wry smile, then closed his eyes slightly, feeling the mellow and pungent aroma of the strong wine, and he recovered after a long time, slowly admiring:
"Good wine, but it's a pity that the atmosphere is not right. If you can drink such a glass on the wall of the Great Wall, tsk tsk, I would be willing to watch it all night!"

"We want to go together!"

Lin Yi raised his wine cup with a smile, then raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

You Lun heard Lin Yi's implication, and immediately asked in surprise: "Have you been to the Great Wall?"

"Yeah, and chatted with old Mormont and the others."

"... When did you come back?"

"About three days ago."

"Three days? From Castle Black to Winterfell? Flying pigeons are not as fast as you?!"

Lin Yi smiled: "You also know that I am not an ordinary person."

Yoren rolled his eyes: "Yeah, you are indeed not an ordinary person. How can ordinary people bring such good wine and drink it with a rotten person like me in a place like a tavern!"

"Haha, you are a distinguished guest of Winterfell, what kind of rotten person is it!"

Lin Yi gave a weird laugh, then filled his wine cup with liquid, and touched You Lun lightly.

"call--"

You Lun put down the drained wine cup, breathed out again, met Lin Yi's eyes with a wry smile, and shook his head: "VIP... what kind of VIP am I!"

　Thanks to the book friend Niutou Berserker for the 5000 coin reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)