Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Practice is so difficult!

Chapter 85: Less sad

Xu Yi sat on the ground, holding the cold bun in his hand, his nose twitched, and suddenly wanted to cry.

Things have been going wrong since I went down the mountain.

As a Daoist Daoist, he plunged headlong into the prosperity of this secular world like a fool.

He didn't understand what the master said about the sinister heart, and he didn't understand what he said about following his heart, but he went down the mountain ignorantly and stumbled many times.

Xu Yi regards the sword as the way. The Taoist sect has never had a sword cultivator for thousands of years. He is the first one, but he has no pressure. He just practiced the sword and meditated every day. Who knew that after going down the mountain... he fell into this like fields.

Young Lang also sat down and watched Xu Yi eat the steamed stuffed bun.

The young man stopped joking, and asked in a serious tone: "Are you really a Taoist priest? Why don't I feel like it?"

Xu Yi swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "Poverty Taoist...you should be considered a Taoist priest."

He is a swordsman, and he is not very proficient in Taoism, but he knows a little bit of miscellaneous things, but he can't learn everything, he can only practice swords.

"What should it count as?"

"I don't know the poor way. I'm not very good at Taoism, but I'm good at swordsmanship. That's what masters and uncles say."

"Oh, so you should be considered a half Taoist priest, and you are not a beggar either."

"..." Xu Yi rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not a beggar in the first place, but... I really should be considered a half Taoist priest."

"Okay." The young boy took a deep breath, and seeing Xu Yi finished eating the buns, he got up and patted the dust on his body, and said, "I'm going back, you should have been around here halfway, I'll come back tomorrow Looking for you to play."

"Half Taoist? Do you mean poor Taoist?" Xu Yi asked.

The young man waved his hand, but didn't answer, leaving only a back view, which looked a little chic, but the street was empty, and he seemed a little lonely.

Xu Yi raised his eyebrows, Qingzhou City is so big, it would be strange if the young man could find him.

But that's okay, if the young man can't find him, he won't be making noise in his ears.

"Hiss." Xu Yi took a deep breath, frowned and muttered: "How can a poor Taoist have such an idea, the master said that practice is to cultivate the mind, and the poor Taoist mind is confused..."

Xu Yi calmed down, stood up unsteadily, and was going to find some ways to earn money, in order to live, and that jade pendant.

Into the night

There is a dilapidated temple outside Qingzhou City. It was originally a Buddhist temple. It has been abandoned for many years. Most of the stone statues are broken, and the bricks and tiles on the roof are also in dilapidated condition.

As the wind blew into the ruined temple, Xu Yi took a deep breath and lay down on the weed pile. He suddenly thought of the young man with red lips and white teeth in the daytime.

"The master said that meeting is fate... Forget it, forget it, what do you think about it, let's go to bed earlier."

There was a snoring sound from the ruined temple, and Xu Yi was exhausted.

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In front of the tavern next to the official road, Zhang Ming opened the door and walked into the tavern. He already understood what happened yesterday, and he might be busy today, so he had to come back early.

As usual, there would always be passers-by who would come to the tavern to buy wine, but they would be scared away after hearing the price. This happened not once or twice, and Zhang Ming was helpless.

Xiaoqi was lying on the window sill on the second floor of the tavern basking in the sun, lazily spreading out into a ball.

Zhang Ming remembered that he brought back a jar of monkey wine last time, but he forgot about it, so he could take it out and taste it this time.

[The host tasted the monkey wine (residual), [tasting progress]: 24.5%]

[The host tasted the monkey wine (residual), [tasting progress]: 51.3%]

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【Tasting progress】: 100%

[The host obtained a medium-quality wine recipe: [Monkey Wine (residual)] and its wine-making materials: forest fruit, mountain spring...]

There was a change in the inner room. Zhang Ming went to the inner room and found that there was a large tank inside, which immediately filled with various fruits, which are the materials for brewing monkey wine.

Zhang Ming took a peach out, wiped it on his sleeve, and took a big bite, not to mention, it was quite sweet.

He walked unsteadily to the door of the tavern, and now he has two kinds of wine that have not yet been brewed.

One is the incomplete [Monkey Wine], and the second is the [General's Walk].

But he was too lazy to brew it. Isn't it good to just sit and be lazy? Besides, in Zhang Ming's opinion, what's the point of brewing so much wine that only a few people can afford it.

Zhang Ming thought of the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" he had copied last night, and he didn't know how the city was going now, so he muttered, "Isn't it good to run away after lighting the fire?"

Walking along the official road was a woman in purple, with a long piano on her back, walking towards Jianghu Tavern.

"How could it be this person." Zhang Ming originally thought that the earliest people who came this morning would be Gongsun Yu and others, but who knew it was the woman Liang Shurong brought over last time.

Yan Shuxian walked to the door of the tavern, at this time Zhang Ming had already sat back at the counter.

"What kind of wine?"

"It's the same as last time." Yan Shuxian put the Changqin behind her aside and sat down.

Zhang Ming went to the inner room and brought out a pot of plum blossom wine.

Yan Shuxian smiled gently, and said: "If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night, and the writing is very good."

"What? Poetry? It's not bad." Zhang Ming replied pretending to be ignorant.

Yan Shuxian raised her eyebrows and asked, "Don't tell me the shopkeeper doesn't know?"

"Know what?" Zhang Ming said.

Yan Shuxian was a little puzzled. Could it be that this person did it?Other than that, she couldn't think of anyone who could make a Magpie Bridge Immortal.

Seeing that Yan Shuxian didn't ask any more questions, Zhang Ming went back to the counter and waited for the next customer to come.

The sun was covered by auspicious clouds, Xiaoqi raised his head and took a look, seemed a little dissatisfied, and jumped off the window sill.

Xiao Qi went downstairs along the stairs, looked up and saw Yan Shuxian, and immediately called out.

"Meow."

When Yan Shuxian heard the familiar cry, she looked over, smiled slightly, bent down and hugged Xiao Qi.

Yan Shuxian touched Xiao Qi's nose, and said with a smile: "Little guy, how about sister playing the piano for you today?"

Xiao Qi rolled her eyes and nodded.

Yan Shuxian liked Xiao Qi very much, from the first time she met, she felt that Xiao Qi was unusual, could understand people's language, and was very cute.

Yan Shuxian placed the Changqin on the table, opened the wrapped Changqin silk, put her ten fingers on the strings, and calmed down.

Zhang Ming turned his head to look and saw Yan Shuxian was about to play the piano, but he didn't stop her, so he waited and watched.

"Zheng..."

The sound of the piano sounded in the tavern, and Xiao Qi sat on the table, watching the ten fingers moving, the little guy was fascinated by it for a while.

The hands are like catkins, and the skin is like creamy fat.The sound of the piano is like a dream, like a song like a complaint.

It is still the floating light, but without mountains and rivers.

Compared with the last time I heard Yan Shuxian's piano sound outside Yuqiong Tower, this time there is something less heavy in the piano sound.

Does it mean that Yan Shuxian let go of something?

Zhang Ming didn't know, but the sound of the piano was much better than last time.

If there is less sadness, there is nothing more, but without that sadness, it is the best.

Chapter 86: The Starry Sky

Before he knew it, Zhang Ming seemed to be drawn in by the sound of the piano.

"Why..." Zhang Ming frowned.

The memory of the six-fingered qin demon emerged from the depths of his mind, and the sound of the qin was full of desolation and aloofness, neither sad nor happy.

He seemed to be affected, and his breath became short of breath.

Yan Shuxian suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

The sound of the piano stopped, and she looked towards Zhang Ming, and saw that Zhang Ming frowned and his face changed, as if he was suppressing something.

Zhang Ming wanted to smooth the Qi and blood in his chest, but it was still not smooth.

The disadvantages of this martial arts card were manifested at this time, as if he had a split personality, and he couldn't control it.

"Bang." Zhang Ming couldn't hold back anymore, knocked over the chair, and ran upstairs quickly.

"Dengdengdeng..."

There is a long piano on the table on the second floor, Qing Nan.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, sat down at the table, and put his fingers down.

Downstairs, Yan Shuxian looked at the direction of the stairs with some doubts, and murmured: "What's going on?"

"Meow." Xiaoqi also seemed to sense something was wrong, it jumped off the table and ran towards the second floor.

"Zengdeng...clang clang..."

A rush of piano sound came from the second floor, Yan Shuxian was taken aback, and continued to listen.

The sound of the piano is full of aloof killing intentions, contempt for the world, ruthless yet seemingly affectionate.

The sound of the zither was clanging, and suddenly there was a breeze in the tavern, the wind sounded like a knife twisting, passing across Yan Shuxian's face, causing some pain.

With Zhang Ming's cultivation at the peak of the mortal realm, he couldn't exert the strongest power, coupled with his own restraint, it didn't hurt Yan Shuxian at all.

Yan Shuxian raised her head to feel the 'stinging' sound of the piano around her, the shopkeeper's martial arts attainments must be quite high.

But what surprised her even more was this piano skill, which was even higher than her understanding of the piano.

Yan Shuxian is also a person who has some knowledge of martial arts. She doesn't understand why a tavern owner has such a unique skill in piano.

That aloof, cold, unparalleled attitude should not appear on such a shopkeeper.

Xiaoqi stood at the door, and Zhang Ming's ten fingers sitting in front of Changqin turned into phantoms.

The sound of the piano became faster and faster, and blood flowed from between his fingers, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, and played like a madman.

At this moment, the man in black in front of Changqin was as lonely and arrogant as the six-fingered Qin demon, all enemies in the world but unparalleled in the world!

"Clank...clank..."

"Meow..." Xiao Qi was a little scared when he heard that.

At this time, Zhang Ming seemed to be a different person. His hair all over his body exploded, as if he was infected by the sound of the piano, his body curled up and nestled at the door.

Zhang Ming frowned, following the memory of the six-fingered zither demon, he had been playing for some time, and all ten fingers were bleeding.

The sound of the piano finally stopped.

At the moment when the sound of the piano stopped, Zhang Ming felt extremely clear in his mind, and the depression caused by the six-fingered piano demon disappeared.

"Disappeared……"

The influence of Liuzhiqin Demon on Zhang Ming has completely disappeared.

At this moment, Tianlong Bayin and all the martial arts in her life have been integrated with Zhang Ming herself, and they are no longer as unfamiliar as before.

"It's a blessing in disguise." Zhang Ming sighed.

He raised his hands, which were covered with blood. This Qing Nan was already finely crafted, so if he was injured, he would be injured, and there was nothing he could do.

"Meow." Xiaoqi walked in from the door tremblingly, a little scared, but still jumped onto the table.

"Xiaoqi...how do you..."

Zhang Ming hadn't finished speaking when Xiao Qi leaned close to Zhang Ming's finger, looked at the bloody fingertip, and licked Zhang Ming's wound.

Zhang Ming withdrew his hand, not letting him lick it any longer.

"Meow." Xiaoqi raised his head, his eyes were full of concern and distress.