[Ceyang] The wine lunatic

Tiance's garrisons are very happy recently, because the commander no longer drinks, and can finally drink freely.

But the shopkeeper of the restaurant felt a little uncomfortable.Except for Commander Tiance, the Taoist priest in white who wore a curtain had never been here again, did he feel that he was tired of drinking?

In a blink of an eye, there is more than one month.It's late autumn, and the red and yellow fallen leaves are covered with a layer of frost, and they creak when stepped on.Some trees still had sparse and tenacious leaves hanging on them, and the pale red sunset shone into the forest in large swaths, and the garrison camp was extremely bleak after the sound of evening drums.

In the setting sun, Shu Huai, who was supposed to be resting, was sitting by the Red Leaf Lake and blowing a Xun leisurely, while Li Feisha was tied to the tree behind him.

There is no fresh grass this season, the horse just stands obediently, waiting for the owner to ride.

The sound of the leaves breaking behind him was deliberately made.

Shu Huai stopped playing, did not turn around, only looked at the vast Hongye Lake: "You are here."

Daozi in white sat down beside him with his robes lifted, and handed him a jar of wine: "I'll see you off."

Today Lu Ye didn't wear the curtain anymore, so his empty right arm was a bit obvious.

Shu Huai stopped his eyes and stopped paying too much attention to his right arm and white hair: "Nothing can be hidden from Lu Daochang's wise eyes."

He does go.

The battle on the front line was tense, Mawei Tang army fell, and part of the Fenghua Valley garrison was urgently dispatched.As the commander of the garrison, Shu Huai naturally did his part and took the lead.

"What did you blow just now?"

"Au-ya ditty, can't reach the ears of Taoist elders."

"I think it's okay."

"The Taoist priest has won the award."

"You still have a lot of questions to ask."

Shu Huai bowed his head, opened the wine seal and took a deep breath, the familiar "autumn spirit".

This Taoist knows wine very well.

Shu Huai took a sip before laughing: "You don't need to ask."

Since it's my own wishful thinking, what's the use of asking these questions?

Lu Ye is still Lu Ye, the legend of the rivers and lakes who has been missing for ten years. People in the rivers and lakes don't know his story, and he is not qualified to know more.

"Come back alive, I'll tell you."

What an enticing premise.

Shu Huai let out a "hmm": "I hope there will be that day.

"I won't be here at that time, it depends on God's will."

Walking around, Shu Huai also nodded: "Understood."

The words "come back alive" are so beautiful.

But on the battlefield, some things cannot be controlled by oneself.

He is Tiance, a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, and even more an upright man. He should be dressed in red with a silver spear, and lead a jade dragon. Although he died nine times for the country, he still has no regrets.

Lu Ye stopped talking, and looked sideways at Shu Huai, who was sipping from the altar of "Autumn Spirit".

Seeing that there was only half of the jar left, he suddenly grabbed the jar of wine and drank it down with his head raised.

He drank too quickly, and a lot of wine flowed onto his clothes and white hair.When the jar was drained, Lu Ye raised his hand and threw the jar into Hongye Lake.

Shu Huai watched his every move, while Daozi threw the wine jar, he turned around and hugged the white clothes, but did not speak, just buried his face in the snow-white clothes, sniffing the smell that belonged to Daozi.

When pretending to be crazy by drinking, he once said that the Taoist smelled very good.

In fact, no, Daozi was clean.But it was precisely this lack of taste that made him really smell the mellow wine that belonged to Lu Ye.

Lu Ye did not hide, but stretched out his left hand and patted him on the back.

"I'll be back." Shu Huai mumbled.

This is a promise and a hope.

Who wouldn't want to come back alive from the battlefield?

Grape wine luminous cup, urge you to drink Pipa immediately.

Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!

The yellow sand was long and full of blood, and Li Feisha sprayed blood foam from his mouth and nose, and was hit by several stray arrows on his body. After all, he knelt down on the ground and did not move anymore.

Next to Li Feisha's body, there were red clothes and silver armor all over the place.

□□Lying on the ground, the banner with the word "Ce" is still hunting and fluttering in the wolf smoke, like an unyielding soul of □□.

In the counter-offensive battle at Maweiyi, the entire Tang army was wiped out.

Lu Ye has been missing for 13 years.

People in Jianghu are still fond of talking about his deeds, citing them as gossip, especially the disappearance of his broken arm when he was at the height of his fame.

In a tavern in Jinshui Town, a chivalrous man stood up against the case and said with a big tongue: "Then Lu Ye, no, he is just a coward who is afraid of losing! He is afraid of losing, losing the next famous sword competition, so he deliberately Walk with a broken arm!"

There are also disciples of Chunyang Palace sitting in the tavern.Hearing his words, the irritable one immediately wanted to drag him out to teach him a lesson, but at least he was pulled back by the same door, and he sat back angrily.

His fellow disciples also persuaded him: "If Senior Brother Lu were here, he would definitely not care about the opinions of these villains. Senior brother, don't be angry, as long as Chunyang understands who Senior Brother Lu is."

The disciple was still not fair: "Senior Brother Lu is upright and upright, yet he was arranged by a villain!"

The fellow disciples were still persuading him not to care about gossip, the tavern was buzzing with chatter, and no one noticed that a person wearing a bamboo hat left.

The man wandered casually in Jinshui Town, and after admiring the beautiful scenery of the town, he walked slowly to the stone bridge of Jinshui Town.

On the other side of the bridge, under the big tree, beside the lush bushes stood a man in white with a long curtain.

Not Taoist robes, just ordinary white clothes.

The man in the hat didn't seem surprised to see him, clasping his hands behind his head, with a grass in his mouth, without looking up, he said lazily: "Some people say that the man who lost an arm is a coward who is afraid of losing. .”

The white-clothed curtain remained untouched, and said indifferently, "It's not him, it's just that he comprehended the sword art on the sword discussion stage that day, but he couldn't break the sword art."

"It has nothing to do with his broken arm."

"If you can't break, you can't stand. He lost his right arm, but he has comprehended the supreme sword."

"But he doesn't have the hands that can really use the sword, so what's the use of comprehending the way of the sword."

"Because no one is allowed to know the way of heaven. He has enlightened, so he can no longer use the sword."

"For such a price, it is better not to know."

"Outsiders think it's a pity, but it's his own consummation."

In order to pursue the perfection of Dao Xin, he did not hesitate to cut off his own arm.

The man in the bamboo hat admits that he can't do such a thing, but he can't use ordinary people's thinking to understand a sword idiot, especially a sword idiot who cultivates Taoism in the Sword Sect of Chunyang Palace.

The sword may be something more important than their lives.

The river flows slowly, and there are fish playing under the bridge, swimming past and coming.

The man in the bamboo hat spat out the grass stalk, feeling a bit bitter, he pouted first, and then said: "But they didn't say that the man who lost his arm still has gray hair."

"After he comprehends the way of swordsmanship, he doesn't care about his appearance, so the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

I have seen the way of heaven, so I am detached, and even useless to expel the shell.

There is no face, instant aging or even accelerated death, only white hair, probably because he has a broken arm and can no longer use the sword, so he can only be regarded as proving the Tao, not really attaining the Tao.

So how do you know if the act of breaking your arm is a blessing or a curse?

The bamboo hat man sighed again: "Then where has he been all these years,,? No one in the world has seen him."

"He loves to drink, he looked for wine everywhere, and went to drink."

"Just drink?"

"Just drink."

"Then besides being a sword idiot, he is also an alcohol idiot, you can even say that he is an alcohol lunatic."

"You're quite right."

The man in the bamboo hat didn't speak for a moment, and Muli in white said again: "The former Lord of Howling Castle was assassinated in Kunlun last year, who do you think killed it?"

"Probably his predecessor did it."

"Didn't the former castle owner not intend to take revenge?"

"The predecessor seemed to say that he would not go back to be the Lord of Howling Castle, and he didn't say that he would not take revenge."

"The people in the Valley of the Wicked must pay every penny."

"It can't be compared to some people from other places who say they don't care about world affairs and don't get involved in the camp, but they not only hold grudges very much, but also saved a wicked person twice."

"People outside the party are not from the camp, and saving people has nothing to do with the camp."

"It seems that it can only be related to the mood of the people outside the party."

"Yes."

"It's a good mood to save the first time, but it won't be the same the second time."

"It's not."

"Then this person was saved for the second time. The one who was rescued was really lucky."

"Because if you don't save this person, he won't have anyone to drink with. Always drinking alone, it's really lonely."

The man wearing the hat finally raised his head after hearing these words.

Under the warm and still cold sunlight, there was a long scar on his face from the eyebrows to the corner of the mouth. His face was a bit dark, but it made the scar look more like a soldier's medal.

"I've never heard of someone disappearing after saving someone."

"It's not good if you don't leave after saving someone. Sooner or later, there will be an uproar in the world because of a person who has been missing for more than ten years."

"That person is too hard to find."

"It's God's will, I can't force it."

"The person who was rescued this time is already a dead person in the eyes of others, and has nowhere to go. Would the person who rescued him be willing to take him around?"

"The people who are rescued have to pay for the alcohol on the road, and they always have to pay for the consultation fee."

"I'm afraid it has to pay for the military salary that the man has been in the army for so many years."

"If you make money, you will use it."

The man under the tree used his left hand to lift a little of the curtain, and he could vaguely see his white hair scattered on his shoulders and neatly combed.

Behind the curtain, the man stretched out his hand, with a Xun in his hand.

"Let's go and drink."

The man in the bamboo hat also stretched his brows: "Okay, I invite you to drink."

Among the green mountains and rivers, the two walked side by side into the mountain path, but disappeared.

(Finish)