The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　"Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.

　　 I want to snow in the evening, can I drink a cup? "

　　 It is deep winter, and Siming Mountain is covered with snow.

　　 At the foot of the mountain, in a small wine shop next to the official road, an old man in sackcloth was sitting in front of the fire in the courtyard, shaking his head and chanting poetry.

　　 Along with him were a few young scribes, who surrounded a fire with wood.

　　 The flames were raging, and there was a crackling sound. There was a jet-black jar on it, and the boiling water inside was boiling, warming a large pot of soju.

　　 "Old man Hua, you are using other poems to replenish your count. You have read books for a lifetime, but you have never written a decent poem. Are you ashamed or ashamed?" said one of the young scribes with a sneer.

　　As soon as this statement came out, everyone agreed. The old man Hua's face turned red, but he refused to accept soft words:

"What do you know? My name is appreciation of literary talents. How many young talents want my appreciation! But I said that Zhang Xiucai in the village, if I hadn't tried my best to protect him, how could he enter the country for the exam? Now how can I get a fame? , Homecoming?"

　　 "Old and poor, you can get it!"

Another young scribe said, "You have been telling you about this mess in your life for many years. In the past few years, Mrs. Zhang did not give you a table of delicacies, and said that from now on, the old graces are gone. Pay it off, so you don't want to chew your tongue again?"

　　 Old man Hua was agitated by his words, his face was quite annoying, and he wanted to say something more, but suddenly he saw a white light flashing in the distance.

　　 The white streamer flew across the air and flew towards the wine shop from far to near. I didn't see it until not far away. There was a whisk in the white light, and there were two people standing on the whisk.

　　 Old man Hua's pupils dilated, with an incredible expression on his face, he shouted: "Look, someone is flying in the sky!"

　　 Everyone was sitting around the fire. At this time, when Old Man Hua yelled, they turned their heads and looked back.

　　 I saw heavy snow in the air, and there was no half of a figure. On the trail, there were two people, dressed in fur clothes and hats, walking in the snow one after another, coming towards the wine shop.

　　 "Old and poor, you are getting older and your eyes are not good?" A young scribe smiled.

　　 "That's right! Still a visitor from outside? Lao Tzu, have you seen me come here?"

　　 Everyone laughed, but Old Man Hua rubbed his eyes and looked at the trail again.

　　 "It's weird, I just saw a whisk in the sky, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, and I was lost when I looked at it again. Could it be that I'm really dim-eyed and hallucinating?" Old man Hua said inwardly.

　　 But before he could think about it, a young literati held his arm and said:

　　 "Stop it, it's rare to gather outside for a drink today, you have to tell us a good book!"

　　 Old man Hua retracted his gaze and glanced at the person in front of him. He seemed to be interested again, and smiled slightly:

"Okay! Let's talk about the last emperor Xiandi today. Although this emperor has no way to govern the country, he has a unique personality and literary talent. He likes to play poems, chant poems and compose right, and also supports the skilled craftsmen of the time to cast world-famous ones. Twelve copper coins, historically called'Tianbao Copper Coins'..."

　　 Just as the saliva flew from his mouth, the two people in the distance who were wearing quilts had already arrived in front of the wine shop. These two people passed by the courtyard without stopping, pushing the door directly into the restaurant.

　　The business is lacking in the wine shop, and no one is drinking here at this time. As soon as the shopkeeper saw a visitor came, he immediately smiled on his face and ran quickly.

　　 "Two distinguished guests, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

　　 "Two pots of shochu, warm your stomach!" One of them said humanely.

　　 "Good! Two pots of great shochu!"

　　 The shopkeeper shouted loudly to the inner hall, saying that he would wipe a pair of tables and chairs in the middle of the lobby, leading the two of them to sit down here.

　　 The two took off their robes, took off their hats and put them aside, only then did they reveal their faces, they turned out to be one old and one young.

　　 The old man is dressed in a soap robe, with a whisk on his waist, dressed as a Taoist priest. The other was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a handsome face, but he looked rather tired between his brows.

　　 The two people sat down at the table. After a while, the shopkeeper ordered a pot of shochu and filled them with great diligence. The old man didn't speak, he lifted a big bowl and took a sip, seeming to enjoy it.

　　 Seeing that the old Dao closed his eyes, the young man on the side frowned slightly, but he could only take a sip from the big bowl.

　　 "Ahem!"

　　 The shochu got into his throat, it turned out to be very spicy, and it made him cough a few times.

　　 Almost at the same time, the door of the wine shop was pushed open again. The boy looked up and saw two people standing at the door.

　　 Walking in front is a scholar in brocade. This man has a pale face and a slender figure. Although he is handsome and extraordinary, his lips are slightly pale, and there is a look of sickness in his eyes, which seems to be chronically ill.

　　The scholar was followed by a blue-clothed girl with two pigtails, a melon-seeded face, Danfeng eyes, and a beauty mole on her left cheek. Although young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, he is still a beautiful embryo.

　　 At this moment, she is carrying a huge bamboo basket behind her back, which is filled with various books and bamboo slips, and she is also carrying a large wine jar in her right hand. It's like a scholar's book boy.

　　 It's just so many heavy objects that are actually pressed on such a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and anyone who looks at it will feel distressed. But the scholar didn't care at all, as if he had been accustomed to it a long time ago.

　　 After the scholar entered the door, he swept his gaze towards the old Taoist table, and paused slightly on the young man next to him, with a smile on his face.

　　 He chose a table for himself and sat down, and the wine shop's shopkeeper had already greeted him with a smile.

　　 "Guest, what kind of wine do you want to have? Our shochu is famous far and wide, and it is a must! In addition, we also have a daughter red that has been collected for 18 years. The taste is first-rate. Don't miss it!"

　　 "I only drink the wine I bring." Unmoved, the scholar reached out and pointed to the wine jar in the girl's hand and said: "You can bring me two big bowls and serve some side dishes."

"okay!"

　　 The shopkeeper responded and hurriedly ordered to the inner hall.

　　 "But he said that Emperor Xian, despite his literary talent, but in the way of governing the country ~www.ltnovel.com~ is a wine bag and rice bag!" At this time, in the courtyard outside the wine shop, the old man Hua seemed to speak of the rise, and his voice was raised a bit.

"He indulges treacherous ministers in power and troubles the court. Instead of doing nothing, he prays for immortals and worships Buddha every day, advocating the illusory way of longevity. In the end, he actually sent several of his princes and grandchildren into the deep mountains and old forests to worship those travel It is absolutely ridiculous that the alchemist is a teacher!"

"Later, Zhao Gaozu attacked the capital with an army. Emperor Xian was still drunk in the palace. Zhao Gaozu kicked over the dragon table and dragon chair, stepped on the ground, and chopped off the head of the faint king. The Twenty-year-old Emperor Xian's Rebellion came to an end and ushered in the glorious governance of Zhao Gaozu, the founding father of the Kingdom of Zhao. Let me say, this faint king died well, died...ah!"

　　 The old man Hua, the storyteller outside the door, suddenly screamed, and he couldn't say a word anymore, just because there was a bamboo chopstick stuck in his throat, and blood was pouring out.

　　 "It's killing!"

　　 Several scribes in the courtyard screamed in panic, and then fled in disorderly manner.

　　Beside the lively fire just now, there was no one in the blink of an eye, only a cold corpse and a pot of soju warmed on the fire.

"Once you cultivated the Tao and entered the immortal gate, the mortal world has been separated from both ends. The Tang Dynasty no longer exists, and you are no longer a secular royal family. Why bother to care about the joking of these secular mortals? You say yes, Yun Xuzi."

　　 was talking about the sick scholar, and what he looked at was the old soap robe at the other table.

　　 There is only one chopstick at the old table, and the other one is missing.