Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

Three days later, Mrs. Song's grandson "Song Yunluan" returned. On the fourth day, Mrs. Song drove Hexi to the west, and the Song family held a funeral wearing sackcloth and mourning.

On the day of Mrs. Song's funeral, even the sky wept for her. She walked pale along Changfeng Street to the outside of the city. It started to rain lightly and paper money was flying all over the sky.

The drums are beating, the gongs are ringing, and the suonas are constantly playing. The old Taoist was at the front of the team, and his golden-red robe stood out among the pure white.

Qu was hiding not far away, and the solemn and sad atmosphere in the team made her afraid to get close.

Thick rain clouds enveloped this vast land, immersing everything in an endless curtain of rain. Raindrops poured down, soaking every inch of the land, and mist-like water vapor rose up, filling the air like a gauze. The team stopped and they came to the ancestral land of the Song family.

The old Taoist held a magical instrument in his hand and surrounded the coffin bearer, circling the coffin and muttering something. Miss Song on the side was supported by Song Yunluan, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears flowing on her face.

Song Yunluan's face didn't show much sadness, maybe because "men don't shed tears lightly" or maybe for other reasons.

But no matter what, the pain in my heart was clear and distinct, like a knife stabbing into my chest.

As the last spell fell, the old Taoist shouted: "Bury the coffin!"

This man will always encounter many regrets in his life. Now, his relatives whose blood is thicker than water can never see each other again, separated by a thick layer of loess.

By the time this useless thing was done, it was already noon the next day. The old Taoist had a meal at Song's house and ordered some pastries to feed the little one at home.

It was already just one month after Qu entered the world. The child was quite smart and could cook and buy food by himself so that he would not starve to death. He doesn't usually go out to play, he just holds a book and reads - Qu looks like a seven or eight-year-old child, but his mental age is probably older than his peers.

"I brought you pastries." Lao Dao put the pastries on the table.

"Thank you, Master!" Qu Shuiling's eyes suddenly brightened up. She stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth and said vaguely, "Master, three days have passed. What is that medicine?"

Taoist priest Chang Qing sat next to Qu and said, "The medicine is called life-sustaining ointment. It can restore life to a dying person, but it can only last for one day. After one day, life will stagnate again."

Qu scratched his head and said, "Does it mean that a dying person can live one more day?"

The old Taoist nodded, and Qu asked: "Is there any medicine that can help people who are dying to live forever?"

"Of course not." The old Taoist said with a smile, "Humans can live for decades, up to a hundred years. From childhood to adulthood, our body is the strongest during this period. But in old age, the vitality in the body will begin to decline. , when the body’s vitality is gone, people will die.”

"Then can I keep people's vitality alive?" Qu raised his head and looked at Lao Dao, the innocence in his eyes almost bursting out.

"This is impossible." The old Taoist touched his beard and sighed, "There are some things that cannot be changed even if auspiciousness comes. It is impossible to violate destiny."

"Really?" Qu lowered his head, "But I see Sister Song crying so sadly, and those people in white clothes also look unhappy.

They are not happy that Grandma Song is dead. I want Grandma Song to wake up again... I want them to be happy... Is there really nothing I can do? "

The old Taoist rubbed Qu's head and said, "It's hard to go against destiny. There are some things that even if auspiciousness comes, it won't help. There is a flaw in the way of heaven, and everything is not perfect. Just do your part."

Qu scratched his head, pursed his lips and said, "Master said these words again that I don't understand."

The old Taoist laughed dryly, "Remember what I said, you will understand in the future. Besides, you can't stay at home for a long time. Xu Sanniang's side is short of manpower recently. You can go over to help and accumulate some merit."

"Okay~ I'll be there right away." Qu stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lao Dao.

The old Taoist said: "After you go there, tell me that I asked you to help."

Qu agreed and ran away quickly.

After Qu left, the old Taoist began to speculate on the secrets of the sky again. He secretly thought something was wrong and raised his head to look at the gray sky.

"There will be a flood in three days... and there will be a severe drought after that... Alas, it is beyond human power..."

Xu Sanniang runs a tavern, and this gold market is her only tavern (there are many cities in Peicheng, among which the gold market is the largest), so the business is very good, and there is a steady stream of drinkers, and every festival, the wine market There are even more customers.

Qu came to the door of the tavern and knocked on the door.

"Coming, coming." A female voice came from the door. When she opened the door, it was Xu Sanniang who came.

She is pretty and has a pair of bright eyes embedded in her white face, which reveal intelligence and determination. Her nose is straight and slightly upturned, giving people a feeling of confidence and strength.

Her lips were small, red and full, like ripe cherries - a person who runs a tavern would probably not be able to open her mouth without being able to speak well.

"Xiaoqu?" Xu Sanniang's slender and charming eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Is it Taoist Changqing who wants to buy wine?"

"No," Qu said, "Master asked me to come over and help you."

"Oh! Okay, okay!" Xu Sanniang pulled Qu into the door. Before it was time to open the store, Xu Sanniang locked the door again and asked Qu to sit next to her.

"Listen to the little song." Xu Sanniang said seriously, "I am not playing house in a tavern. Changqing Taoist Master asked you to come over and help me. He must be trying you. I will not treat you gently. I will do whatever I want. So, do you understand?"

Qu nodded, "I know, Xiaoqu is ready."

"Oh, that's good." Xu Sanniang narrowed her eyes and smiled charmingly. She pulled the song to the wine place in the front hall of the tavern.

There are many wine jars here, each with a big belly and a round body, and it is a fat man who will break if touched. There is also a nickname of the wine on the wine jar. Xu Sanniang said: "This wine is divided into three, six and nine grades, and the price is the same." Same.

We must not only be able to greet guests, but also know how to recognize wine. This knowledge of wine is also a science. It depends on the color of the wine, the smell of the wine, and the taste. "

Qu couldn't help but be fascinated by the aroma emanating from the rows of wine vats. She said, "The aroma of this wine is more fragrant than the flowers in the mountains."

Xu Sanniang said: "Yes, good wine can make people linger, and it is the best thing that can bind guests."

Qu was a little confused and said: "Wine is also divided into three, six or nine grades. Why do some people like to drink good wine and others like bad wine?"

"Good wine, bad wine..." Xu Sanniang heard with a smile on her face, "This wine is indeed divided into high and low quality. Some people like to drink low-priced wine, not because it is cheap, but because they like the strong taste of the wine. .

Some people also like to drink good wine, which is mellow and soft, with endless aftertaste. What I want to teach you is not to distinguish between good and bad wine, but to teach you how to identify different types of wine and deliver the wine that the customer needs to the customer. Do you understand? "