Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

"No, buddy." Wei Mingye pointed to the four big characters on the table, "Do you see clearly what is written on the table?"

"Oh, don't worry about these details." The old Taoist stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "I am doing this to attract customers, just to find people who don't believe me."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the passerby who had previously been calculated to have "his wife sleeping with other men at home" came over with a red face, and saw the veins on his neck and forehead popping out, with an angry look on his face.

"Damn, you are such a great Taoist priest!" The passerby said angrily: "I just went back and I did see my wife having an affair. Damn it! That idiot Ergou actually did this to me!"

"Why are you coming back?" Wei Mingye said, "Aren't you going to solve personal problems?"

The poor man thought of something, like a deflated rubber ball, his face stopped blushing and he just scratched his head.

The old Taoist saw the clue at a glance and said, "You can't solve it, right?"

"Oh, yes." The green-headed man sighed, and Wei Mingye stood up and offered his seat to him. The man sat on the bench, held his head in his hands, sighed again, and then said: "I couldn't beat those two dogs. If I had just gone to expose them, I would be lying on the ground."

"Is that why you came to see me?" The old Taoist said with a proud look on his face, "I can help you, but...you have to pay more."

Hearing what the old man said, Green Lantern raised his head, his eyes full of hope. He nodded frequently, holding the old man's hand for fear that he would run away: "You can pay any amount of money, as long as you can punish those two thieves! Just give it a breath!"

"Let's set off now." The old Taoist waved his hand, and the table and stools were all sucked into his wide sleeves. Wei Mingye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This veteran was really capable, so why couldn't he calculate his fortune?

Before leaving, the old Taoist said to Wei Mingye: "It's not that I can't figure it out, it's just like you are covered with a piece of cloth. I can't figure it out, and I can't see it... Who are you?"

Could it be the reason why he traveled through time? We are not from this world in the first place, so I can’t figure it out? Wei Mingye felt that this was the most likely possibility, but would the veteran believe that he came from another world? So, Wei Mingye changed his explanation: "Maybe it's because I'm protected by merit that you can't see it."

The old Taoist thought for a while and nodded: "Maybe. You have the most merits among the people I have met in my many years of travel. For people like you, the more merits you have, the better your luck will be..." After so much, it’s time for me to go, goodbye, young man.”

"Oh, how pitiful." Manion shook his head, "My wife actually had an affair with another man. Ge Lin couldn't stand this kind of "betrayal" of others."

Li Zheng and Fa Cao walked on the street and looked at the bustling crowds. Li Zheng felt very happy in his heart. He sighed: "More and more people are entering Peicheng. The people are healthy and prosperous. It is estimated that it won't take long for Peicheng to be restored again." It can go back to its heyday.”

"Yes." Fa Cao also said, "The crime rate is decreasing year by year... Even the recent disappearance case... Alas, there is still no clue."

The two walked in silence for a while. Suddenly, Li Zheng saw the old Taoist, and couldn't help but stop. His eyes followed the old Taoist's back until he was blocked by the crowd.

"What were you looking at just now?" Fa Cao said.

"It's okay." Li Zheng replied, "I just saw a Taoist priest who looks similar to Chang Qing."

"That's it." Fa Cao put his hand on the sword on his waist, "Changqing has been traveling for three years, leaving only Qu alone. Speaking of which, Mrs. Qu serves as the owner of Xu Sanniang Winery, and the business of the winery is booming. , and also serves as a celebrant. Will it be too busy?"

"It doesn't matter." Li Zheng said, "If the child is too busy, it won't be a big deal to find a few helpers."

"That's right. This child runs around every day. Although she is busy, she is beautiful and diligent in her work. The neighbors and villagers like her very much." Fa Cao said, thinking of something, "I heard that the child is "auspicious". Is it true or false?"

Li Zheng laughed a few times, "Although Brother Changqing said that Lady Qu is auspicious, if Peicheng was really protected by auspiciousness, the Peilinchuan River outside the city would have swollen long ago. Not to mention, Peicheng has been under auspicious circumstances in recent years. The transformation from a trough to a prosperous situation has been witnessed by both of you and me - isn't it all the result of everyone's joint efforts? It seems that this auspiciousness is dispensable. With or without auspiciousness, Peicheng still operates."

Time flies by and always passes by quietly when people don't notice it, as if they are mocking people for ignoring it. Wei Mingye and his friends walked through the bustling streets, asking for directions along the way, and finally found Xu Sanniang Winery.

They stood in front of the winery, feeling the passage of time and the traces of history. The walls of the winery have lost their former glory and look mottled and old. But behind that dilapidated door lies a fascinating history and story.

Wei Mingye gently opened the door and walked into the wine shop. A strong aroma of wine hit their faces, and they walked into the winery along the narrow corridor. The intoxicating aroma of wine filled the air, making people feel like they were in a world of wine.

The wine shop was filled with drinkers, and the seats were almost occupied. Everyone gathered together, eating fried peanuts and drinking rich and mellow wine. As alcohol numbs the nerves, everyone's voices become more and more bold. They come from different places, with different identities and backgrounds, but here they can all find a sense of belonging and relaxation. They shared stories and laughter with each other, and amid the noise, they seemed to have forgotten the hustle and troubles outside.

Qu Niang walked among the drinkers and skillfully poured wine for them. Occasionally a drunken guest would make a joke, but Qu Niang would just laugh it off.

"Qu Niang didn't notice us." Manion said, "She seems to be quite busy."

"Then let's find a place to sit down." Besmir said, "Is a wine shop...the same as a bar?"

Everyone found a seat in the corner and Wei Mingye replied: "The wine shop is not as "unrestrained" as the bar. There are not many entertainment activities in the city, and most people will choose to come to the wine shop after a day's work. Drink and relax.”

Besmir nodded, and little Yenisei held a piece of parchment and didn't know what he was recording.

"What are you writing?" Manion leaned over to take a look. The words on the parchment were densely packed like countless ants crawling on it, and every word looked the same (Russian cursive).

"I'm writing a travel diary," said little Yenisei, "recording all my experiences along the way."

"Hmm..." Manion looked confused and said, "Can you understand what you wrote?"

Little Yenisei looked at his cursive writing in silence for a while, then looked at Manion seriously and said, "Sometimes I can understand it, sometimes I can't."

"What to drink? What to drink?"

The sudden sound, which was no different from the sound of a clip, brought Wei Mingye back to that night in the 21st century when he was checking his cell phone.

That night, the voice of "I just turned eighteen~" lingered in his ears, so he couldn't sleep.

Wei Mingye looked at the two palm-length wooden figures on the table. They jumped up and down and said in a cheerful and sharp "clip sound": "What to drink? What to drink?"

"We don't drink," Besmir said. "We are waiting for Qu Niang to finish work. We have something to ask her."

"Okay, okay." The wooden man jumped off the table and soon brought several bowls of water to the table, "Drink water! Drink water!"

They were so enthusiastic that the rim of the bowl almost touched Wei Mingye's mouth.

"Thank you." Wei Mingye held the bowl, but did not drink it in a hurry. Similarly, Manion did not drink either. The two of them looked at each other, and the collision of their eyes seemed to convey some message: There is something wrong with this water.