Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"..."

The two quarreled again, no matter when and where they could quarrel.

Xiong Wanwan and Jiang Rou were talking and laughing, but Gongsun Yu seemed to be a loner, drinking wine by himself.

Perhaps Gongsun Yu also felt a little bored, so he interjected, "Scholar, do you really want to join the army?"

"Ah?" Song Shusheng was arguing with Wu Manzi, and his train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

"I said you really want to join the army that much? Are you not afraid of death?"

Song Scholar was startled, and said: "What's the matter? Joining the army is great. When the time comes, go to the north to fight the Beimo people, kill him without leaving a piece of armor, and earn rank nine military merits. Being a young general is very prestigious."

"The worst thing is to die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, and I'm not afraid."

Gongsun Yu smiled and said, "It's fine if your father doesn't beat you."

"What does this have to do with my father? I want to join the army, and he can't stop me. Go quietly."

Song Scholar has two major aspirations in his life. The first is to be able to pass the exam to become an official in the imperial court, and the second is to go to the Northwest to join the army. He has been talking about a few wishes, and he doesn't know why he insists on it.

"Then you should practice martial arts more." Gongsun Yu usually just took it as a joke, because as far as the qualification of a scholar, no one would want to join the army.

"Huh?" Scholar Song looked at the wine glass on the table, and then he realized it, and said, "You're diverting my attention, you stinky barbarian, drink up this wine quickly, don't play tricks."

"It's his..." Wu Manzi was very depressed.

After all, Wu Manzi still didn't drink the second cup of Tourist Drunk.

The sun was gradually setting, and several people stayed in the tavern for more than an hour.

Although I asked the tourists to get drunk, I still didn't finish the drink in the end. It was just that one person drank one cup and didn't dare to drink a second cup.

Everyone said goodbye, Uncle Mu and Uncle Zhang pulled the carriage, and they all went back home.

The tavern fell silent again.

Night falls

Xiao Qi seemed to be interested in the pot of seedlings that Gu Qingshan sent before, and stretched out his paws to touch it from time to time.

Zhang Ming was sitting in front of the counter, and there was a strong wind blowing outside the door, and there was still some humidity in the air.

When Zhang Ming walked to the entrance of the tavern, the stars in the sky had long been covered by clouds, so he muttered, "It might rain tonight."

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Chapter 65: Thunder on a Rainy Night

"Boom!"

A strong light streaked across the sky, as if it was about to tear the sky apart, followed by the shocking thunder rumbling.

The tavern was creaked by the thunder, and Xiao Qi had already hid in the bed upstairs.

Bean-sized raindrops crackled on the tiles of the roof, and rainwater flowed from the eaves.

The candles in the tavern were flickering, Zhang Ming stood at the door, and muttered softly: "It's thundering."

"Swish..."

In the rainy night, a figure rushed towards Jian'an City, and the rain splashed on the ground.

"Boom!"

Thunder light illuminated the entire rainy night.

I saw the man's face was stern, with a shallow scar on his forehead, he was dressed in black and purple-edged clothes, with two long knives hanging on both sides of his waist, and a hand crossbow pinned to his back.

The rain slid across the face, and the man seemed to have never felt the big rain, so he rushed away.

…………

There are not many guests in the Qionglou tonight. At this time last year, it would have been overcrowded.

The city was supposed to be illuminated by lanterns, but there was no glimmer of light at this moment. There were still broken lanterns floating on the streets, the vendors had already closed their stalls, and the noise of the noise had disappeared.

Jian'an City is not lively at all tonight.

To blame can only blame the heavy rain tonight.

In the Diaopan Pavilion of Yuqiong Tower, Yan Shuxian shivered from the cold wind. She rubbed her palms, got up and walked to the window.

"This rain, it's just cold." Yan Shuxian sighed, everything seemed to be going wrong, she raised her hand and closed the window.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, she took off the jewelry she usually wears on her head, and three thousand black hairs were hanging down.

Yan Shuxian looked at herself in the bronze mirror with confusion in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered the white cat a few days ago, and she didn't know why, but a white cat brought back memories from a long time ago.

"Swish..."

"Ugh..."

Outside the Yuqiong Tower, there was a flute sound suddenly amidst the sound of rain.

"Sound of flute?" Yan Shuxian's heart trembled, she thought it was her own illusion, but after listening carefully, she found it was not.

She got up quickly and walked to the window, the sound of the flute became more and more obvious.

The sound of the flute was mixed with the sound of the rain, hoarse and choked up, showing a sense of desolation.

Yan Shuxian didn't seem to be familiar with the sound of the flute, and her eyes lost their expression, as if she was a little disappointed.

She sighed, and she no longer had the idea to open the window.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Yan Shuxian turned her head to return to the dressing table.

"Wow!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, the sound of the flute sounded again, and the tune was completely different from before.

Yan Shuxian's footsteps stopped, her arms trembled slightly, and she rushed to the window and opened it.

She looked around and saw a figure holding an oil-paper umbrella standing under the rainy night.

The oil-paper umbrella covered the man's face, and he was thin, with the jade flute humming in his hand.

When Yan Shuxian saw that Yuxiao, her eyes turned red, and she looked at the thin figure, "You are finally willing to come to see me..."

The sound of the flute stopped, and the thin figure under the oil-paper umbrella put down the jade flute in his hand.

He raised his head, coughed twice with a pale face, and looked at the woman standing in front of the window on the second floor of Yuqiong Building.

Liang Shurong forced a smile and muttered softly, "Girl, long time no see."

……

Yan Shuxian lost her relatives since she was a child, but luckily, an old beggar adopted her when she was six years old, and she has been begging in the streets with that old beggar ever since.

The beggar grandpa is a good person, and he will give her whatever delicious food he asks for, but he himself says he doesn't like it.

"Girl, you look like a water spirit, and you will definitely find a good family in the future."

"Shu Xian doesn't want to marry."

"I said girl, if you don't get married, why don't you go to the street to beg with me every day?"

"But what if Shu Xian married a grandfather?"

The beggar grandpa treated Yan Shuxian like his own daughter. After all, he didn't answer this question properly, he just laughed and fell asleep.

During those days, Yan Shuxian slept in a dilapidated temple, she ate every meal without a second, but she never felt dissatisfied.

In the blink of an eye, six years passed, and she had also reached the age of the gold hairpin, but the old beggar's life was getting worse day by day. If it wasn't for Yan Shuxian, she would have almost passed by several times.

The old beggar fell ill again, but he had no money to buy medicine.

The little girl took the old broken bowl, painted her face, and was going to the city to ask for some money to treat the old beggar.

"Girl..." The old beggar knew that he couldn't bear it any longer, his weathered hands were covered with wrinkles, "No... don't go begging for money, Grandpa may not be able to accompany you anymore."

"Shu Xian doesn't believe it, it won't, grandpa, you wait for Shu Xian, and if you buy the medicine, grandpa's illness will be cured, and everything will be fine..." The little girl burst into tears, shaking her head in persuasion.

"Find a good family in the future." The old beggar looked at the little girl raised by him, his eyelids fell down, and he still didn't make it through.

It snowed heavily that night, and the little girl sat slumped in the ruined temple, crying all night, and she lost everything.

On a snowy night, a guest came to the ruined temple.

The man hung jasper on his waist, held a jade flute in his hand, and was dressed in brocade clothes. He was a luxurious young man.

Hearing the sound of crying, Mr. Jinyi walked into the ruined temple, saw the old man's body, and looked at the little girl who was sitting on the ground crying loudly, and understood the reason of the incident.

The little girl's eyes were swollen from crying, she didn't care about this son, and kept crying.

Young Master Jin Yi sat beside the little girl, not saying a word until the little girl passed out from crying.

The next day, when the little girl woke up, she opened her eyes and looked at this strange young master, a little timidly.

Young Master Jin Yi asked, "Do you have a name?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Young Master Jin Yi continued to ask: "Where are your relatives?"

The little girl just shook her head and didn't speak.

The man paused, and said, "Then you will follow me from now on, how about it?"

Young Master Jin Yi accompanied the little girl to bury the old beggar under a dead tree outside the city. From then on, there was another person beside him.

Yan Shuxian said very little and silently followed behind this young man in brocade clothes. Grandpa had warned her not to trust other people's words, and she did not really plan to just follow this strange man.

After some observation, Yan Shuxian suddenly discovered that this person didn't seem to be a bad person, and he had never bullied her, nor asked her to do anything.

That young man in brocade clothes likes to play the flute, he plays two verses every night, Yan Shuxian likes to listen to it very much.

And that person didn't lie to her, after following this young man in brocade clothes, he didn't suffer any more.

"What's your name?"

"My surname is Liang."

"Oh, Mr. Liang."

"I can't be a son, I'm just an idler, if you really want to call me, then call me Brother Liang."

The little girl followed this young master to many places, all over the country, mountains and rivers, she saw them all.

She didn't understand why this young man liked to walk around, but the scenery was really pretty.

Chapter 66: A Song "Floating Mountains and Rivers"

At that time, the little girl followed Liang Shurong like a follower.

This son is a bit weird, sometimes he talks a lot, sometimes he is taciturn, and sometimes he laughs inexplicably, which makes the little girl a little confused.

"Brother Liang, why do you sometimes laugh for no reason?"

"Girl, why are you asking this?"

"Just curious."

Liang Shurong glanced at her, showing a regretful expression, and said: "...You have to know that the emotions and desires are the most important things for a person. Brother Liang and I are not willing to lose them."

"what?"

The little girl didn't understand what Liang Shurong said, so she kept asking, but Liang Shurong didn't tell her, and then slowly gave up.

She followed Liang Shurong to many places, and at first she really enjoyed the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

She slowly discovered that this strange son seemed to be hiding from something.

"Brother Liang, Shu Xian thinks you play the flute very well, or else you should teach Shu Xian too."

Liang Shurong frowned slightly when he heard the little girl's words, then relaxed, and said with a smile: "You can't learn this."

"Why can't you learn?"

"No why."