Master Zhao at the foot of Mount Qingcheng

There is a restaurant at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain that is very famous, especially its pear blossom brew and peach blossom brew, which are said to be authentic Jiangnan flavor, and have been improved by the shopkeeper. Even those in the Northwest like to drink knives.

This day, a childish young man came to the restaurant, but he looks good, if he grows up, he will be a handsome young man.

The boy handed the horse over to Xiaoer, took a seat in an inconspicuous corner upstairs, and stretched out two fingers to the shopkeeper who came to greet him: "I want a jar of pear blossom stuffed rice and a jar of peach blossom stuffed rice, and another plate of stuffed rice." Peanuts and beef."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper asked, "Little customer, are you alone?"

The young man rolled his eyes and nodded: "There are two elders later, you go to the bar first."

As the boy said, he took out the silver and paid the money first.

The shopkeeper brought him the wine and went to greet the guests downstairs. The young man rubbed his palms, smiled and slapped the seal of the wine, leaned over to smell the smell, and squinted his eyes: "Not bad, not bad, it smells very good."

Then I saw that he didn't pour the wine into the bowl, he just lifted it up and poured it into his mouth, and couldn't help but boast: "Good wine, good wine, well-deserved reputation."

After the two altars of wine were finished, the so-called two elders of the young man never showed up. On the contrary, the man must be drunk, lying on the table with red eyes and dull eyes, and kept gesticulating with his hands. , Only when he got closer did he realize that this man was still muttering about the direction of his veins, and he dared to gesture with a sword move.

The waiter who went upstairs and brought the new customer found this little drunk, and was stopped by the new customer just as he was about to go up. The guy who stopped him was also a teenager, but this person looked older than the little drunk, so it was a good idea. look like.

"It's okay, I'm his friend, and I'm here to look for him this time." The scholar looked gentle and polite, "Go and do your work, I'll just go and have a look."

"Hey, thank you little brother."

After the shop waiter left, the scholar walked up to the young man and looked at him helplessly: "I sneaked out to drink and made myself like this."

The boy looked at him with drunken eyes: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

The man didn't answer, but just said: "Can I go? I advise you to escape early, your mother will soon be chasing you here."

"How do you know? It's okay, grandparents will help stop me, and they won't beat me to death." The young man giggled, and gave the other party the peach blossoms with a layer of bottom left on the side, "Here are the peach blossoms for you, try it? It tastes good."

The scholar raised his eyebrows and reached out to take the altar of "peach blossoms".

At this time, a cry of "Catch the thief" came from the street outside the window, and the scholar was shocked when he saw the young man in front of him.

Scholar: "..."

Immediately after there was a loud commotion and screams from the passers-by below, the scholar hurried to the window and looked down. The boy fell directly onto someone else's stall and smashed it down.

Beside the stall were chickens and ducks, and the chickens and ducks were frightened for a while, breaking free from their cages and running around, and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

The boy got up from the ground, looked uninjured, and was still circling on the spot: "Where's the thief?"

No one paid attention to him, everyone was busy catching chickens and ducks.

The young man was very skilled, he caught one with one hand, pinched the screaming chickens and ducks and waved his arms: "Where is the thief?"

The scholar couldn't help pinching the bridge of his nose. Just as he was about to go on, he heard a woman's roar not far away: "Zhao Xuan!"

The boy shivered and threw away the two chickens in his hand.

A beautiful woman pushed aside the crowd, took up the burden of a peddler and stepped forward: "Little bastard, don't run away, see if I don't beat you to death today, I will smell you smelling of alcohol all the way, I'm sorry for you!"

"Oh my mother." Zhao Xuan didn't dare to fight back and ran away.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry for shocking everyone. This is a little compensation." Tang Feng, who was following Mrs. Yin, smiled and handed out money to the small vendors to deal with the aftermath. I made a mess, and I hope everyone will forgive me."

Scholar: "..."

The scholar smiled and shook his head, instead of going down, he sat where Zhao Xuan was sitting just now, and drank the peach blossom wine with only one layer left.

Three years passed in a flash, and Zhao Xuan went to a town near Qingcheng Mountain with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth to help his father run errands. It is said that he ordered something good for Mrs. Yin.

Halfway through a spacious place, there was a circle of people inside and outside, and there were cheers from time to time, which seemed very lively.

Zhao Xuan squeezed in and found that it was a ring. Someone was being kicked off the stage by a man. Someone knocked on the gong and asked loudly, "Who else wants to come up?"

Zhao Xuan was very interested in this kind of sparring, and asked the person next to him who was interested: "Brother, is there a martial arts competition?"

"Yes." The man glanced at Zhao Xuan and found that the young man was really good-looking, so he winked at him, "You go up and try? Don't miss the good opportunity."

"good chance?"

Zhao Xuan thought he understood the other party's meaning: this person on the stage may have unusual martial arts attainments, and it is a good opportunity to compete with him.

The gong was sounded again: "Anyone else want to come up and challenge?"

Zhao Xuan jumped up excitedly: "Me!"

The people below applauded.

Zhao Xuan was in high spirits, but when he kicked the opponent off the ring, he felt something was wrong—it was too simple.

The person who beat the gong went up to congratulate him, and then began to ask if there was anyone who wanted to come up. The more Zhao Xuan heard it, the more something went wrong: "Wait, what are you doing in this arena? Isn't it a martial arts competition?"

"It's for a martial arts competition." The man heheed twice, and whispered to him, "My eldest miss likes people who practice martial arts, so why not set up a ring, young man, my master quite likes you."

Zhao Xuan: "..."

"I'm sorry I made a mistake." Zhao Xuan calmly prepared to slip away, "Farewell."

"Don't leave!" The man grabbed him, "What's the matter, do you want to regret the marriage?"

"We didn't have any marriage at all!"

Just as Zhao Xuan was thinking about what to do, an eleven or twelve-year-old child suddenly climbed up on the ring, and he stood still in front of Zhao Xuan, hitting Zhao Xuan's stomach with his limp fist.

Zhao Xuan was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly screamed "Ah", the whole person flew backwards and fell outside the ring.

Everyone saw Zhao Xuan get up, pat his butt, and leave: "It's too strong, so powerful, who can stand it, I'm not as good as others, so I leave."

"How can there be such a thing?"

When I wanted to chase Zhao Xuan again, I had already disappeared, and when I saw the child who appeared out of nowhere, I didn't know where he went.

Zhao Xuan shook his head, thinking dangerously, it's better not to join in this kind of fun in the future, even if he is eighteen, he has never thought about getting married at all, no matter how beautiful the girl is, but he doesn't like it, Zhao Xuan reckons to marry back It is also for viewing like a vase.

Speaking of which, I have to thank that brat.

And the little ghost cat that Zhao Xuan was talking about walked through the crowds, came to a nearby corner where no one was around, and stretched out his hand to a young man dressed as a scholar: "It's done, there are no mistakes!"

The scholar put a bag of warm pastries in his hand, and gave some money: "Very well done, the money is also for you, to your parents."

The little ghost was overjoyed, and he was full of wit: "Thank you, big brother, but my parents died early, and now I am working as an apprentice in a study, so I should keep the money myself."

"Wait." The scholar stopped the child who was about to leave after taking the money, "Do you want to be my informant?"

That little devil is not very old, but he is young and mature, and he knows a lot about the world. After seeing that the man in front of him just showed a demeanor that is definitely not what an ordinary scholar should have, he became serious; "Who are you?"

The scholar took out a sapphire unicorn pendant from his pocket, flashed it at the little ghost, and then took it back: "Do you want to talk to me?"

Although the little ghost didn't know what this jade pendant represented, he asked the most important question in his heart: "Will you give me money?"

"Give."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"If you have any news about Qingchengjiao and Zhao Xuan, just pass it on to me."

In another three years, the cave suppression operation spread to the northwest. In order to track down the death of the old leader, Zhao Xuan set out from Qingcheng Sect and went to the Central Plains Wulin first.

The young man who was looking at the bookstall on the town street at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain looked at Zhao Xuan who rode past him, picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper, and tied it to the carrier pigeon in the cage beside him and let it fly.

"Hey, it's been three years, and I don't know what the master wants to know about Zhao Xuan. But Qinglinwei's informant can get in touch with His Majesty the Emperor by turning a corner."

The young man shook his head and was very happy when he thought about it, and began to shout: "Look, look, look, Qingcheng Yizhihua's latest work!"