The desert, an endless desert, with yellow sand billowing, and heat waves like tides. When waves of heat hit one's face one after another, it makes people feel like they are being scorched.
In such a desert, there is no end to the yellow sand. It seems that here, in addition to the yellow sand, there is hot wind, and it can be said that birds do not shit here.
In such an uninhabited desert, you shouldn't see anything, except for the yellow sand, there is not even a yellow grass.
However, in such a desert, a small tavern appeared, yes, it was a small tavern.
This tavern is very small, the entire tavern is built with wooden boards, and it is very simple and simple. It seems that the entire tavern is just nailed up with three or five pieces of wooden boards, and it can be used.
There are not many tables in the entire tavern, that is, there are two small wooden tables casually placed, and these two small wooden tables look very old, I don’t know what age they are, the wooden tables have been darkened, but they are not so shiny. Jet black.
It is a kind of dry gray and black under the wind and sun. It seems that such a wooden table can't bear a little weight at all.
And the same is true for the casually placed bench, as if it would snap and break when sitting on it.
Outside such a tavern, there is a cloth banner with the word "sea" embroidered on the cloth banner, but the word "sea" is too old. I don't know how old it is or how old it is. Look. It is almost blurred, and such a "sea" is a very old typeface, and ordinary people simply can't recognize it, only see a horizontally blurred typeface.
Such a banner is also a bit torn under the wind and sun, as if a strong wind blows it over and it can be torn to pieces.
Such a small tavern, when the strong wind of the desert blows over, will make a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, as if the entire tavern will be blown to pieces by the wind at any time.
In such a tavern, there was a person curled up. He was the owner and the second of the tavern.
This curled up boss is an old man with gray hair. However, it is not so white hair, but a kind of gray, as if he has experienced countless life polishing, like countless old people living unsatisfactorily. The hair seems to be announcing its unsatisfactory general, giving a feeling of dryness and powerlessness.
Wrinkles crawled up on the old man’s face. It seemed that years had already polished countless marks on his face. It was such an old man who curled up in the corner of the tavern with a drowsy appearance. People wondered if he had lost his breath.
Such an old man, but he has a pair of beautiful eyebrows, his eyebrows are like an out-of-the-sheathed sword, which seems to give people a feeling of flying.
Looking at his eyebrows, it seemed to make people feel that when he was young, this old man was also a brilliant hero, maybe he was a beautiful man, handsome and unparalleled.
Despite this, such an old man huddled up there, making it seem that there is nothing worthy of special attention.
Such a tavern, opened in the desert, basically did not have any guests, but the old man didn’t care at all, he was curled up there, even if he hadn’t sold a bowl of wine for a thousand years. Don't care at all.
Such a scene makes people feel incredible. After all, isn't such a person crazy to open a tavern in such a desert? In such a place where birds don't shit, I am afraid that a bowl of wine will not be sold for a hundred years.
However, it is in such a place where birds do not shit, but there is such a tavern, it is so incredible.
Of course, no matter how dangerous the place is, even if it is a place where birds do not shit, there will still be monks here.
After all, there are so many cultivators in the world, and compared to mortals, many strong cultivators often escape into the earth and into the desert.
Therefore, when disciples of the sect appear in this desert occasionally, they can't help but be curious when they see such a tavern.
There are a dozen disciples of a school, both young and old, who happened to come to this desert to find medicine. When they saw such a tavern, they were very surprised.
"It's really amazing. There is a tavern in such a ghost place. Go for a drink." The disciple of this school was surprised when he saw the tavern, and immediately sat in the tavern.
"Boss, give us a bowl of wine." With a curious mind, the monks yelled to the old man curled up in the corner.
However, the boss didn't seem to react at all, he was still curled up in this corner, turning a deaf ear to the shouts of these monks.
"Have you heard, old man, give us a bowl of wine." Even after calling several times, the old man did not respond, which made one of the disciples anxious and shouted.
However, the old man seemed to be asleep and did not seem to hear their screams.
"Will you die?" Another disciple couldn't help muttering when the old man didn't respond.
The older experienced elder looked at the old man and shook his head slightly.
Just when these strong monks were a little impatient, the old man curled up in the corner slowly raised his head and looked at the strong monks present.
The old man raised his head, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and muddy, and he looked dull, he seemed to be a dying person who was about to die. It is not good to say that if you live today, you may not live tomorrow. , Such an old man seems to die at any time.
"Bring us all a bowl of wine." The older monk was not so impatient and said.
After hearing the monk's command, the old man slowly picked up a jug of wine from another corner, and then placed a sea bowl in front of everyone.
When I look at this sea bowl, I don’t know how long it’s been washed. It’s almost covered with dust, but the old man doesn’t care about it, and he doesn’t bother to clean it. Moreover, there are gaps in the edges of the sea bowls one after another. It seems that this kind of sea bowl was handed down from eight generations of the ancestors of the old man.
The old man didn't think there was anything wrong with his sea bowl, so he poured the wine slowly.
Seeing such a scene, many monk disciples frowned. Although it is not necessarily a golden clothes and jade food for many strong monks, it is so simple and simple, it really makes them feel a little bit uncomfortable. .
When the wine was full, there were also disciples who didn't pay attention to it, so they drank a bowl at once.
"My god, what kind of wine is this? Is this horse urine?" After drinking it, one of the disciples immediately vomited out and yelled. This is probably the worst wine they have ever drunk in their lives.
"Bah, baah, baah, do people drink this kind of wine?" The other disciples all complained, very upset.
However, the old man was unmoved, as if he didn't care about whether the customer was satisfied or not, and so was dissatisfaction.
"Old man, do you have any other good wines? Give us a change." One of the disciples was upset, and shouted to the old man.
The old man glanced at him slowly, and then said: "No." There is only one word, and the word is like gold.
The old man's attitude also made some disciples annoyed. They came to drink, but with the appearance of the old man, you like to drink or not, and what's more terrible is that his wine is particularly awful.
"Aren't you a tavern? Are you selling horse urine?" A disciple couldn't help but get angry.
However, the old man turned a blind eye, as if it had nothing to do with him. No matter how angry the customer was, he did not react at all, giving people a sense of insensitivity.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go." There are also seniors who are unwilling to care about such a common man and have to pay, saying: "How much is it."
"Fifty thousand--" At this moment, the old man finally reacted, and slowly stretched out his finger.
"Fifty thousand quintessential bi-" Upon hearing the old man's actions, a disciple screamed like a slaughter, and said: "You dare to collect 50,000 yuan for such horse urine. Are you stealing money?"
However, the old man didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. He just stretched out his hand and looked at him. Whether you want it or not, you have to pay the same fifty thousand.
"You are a black shop, fifty thousand fine pieces, what a joke." Another disciple jumped up with anger and said, "Five copper plates are not worth it."
However, the old man didn't react at all, he was still numb, as if he hadn't heard the complaints of these strong monks at all.
"Fine, nothing, pay." However, in the end, the older elders faithfully paid for the wine and left with the disciples.
"Uncle Master, why should you pay him." Like leaving the tavern, some disciples couldn't help but mutter.
The elder looked back at the tavern and said: "In a place like this, birds don't shit, it's all in the desert. Do you think he is crazy for opening such a tavern?"
Asking this, the disciples couldn't help it.
If anyone wants to set up a tavern in the desert and earn a living by selling wine, then everyone will think that he is crazy. In such a shabby place, let alone doing business, I am afraid that even oneself will be starved to death. .
However, this old man didn't seem to be a lunatic, but instead opened a tavern here.
"If it's not crazy, then it's a weird person." The elder said slowly: "A weird person is definitely not a good man and a believer. It's not a good idea to go out."
Hearing what the elders said, many disciples felt reasonable and nodded one after another.
"Then why does he have to open a tavern in this desert?" A disciple couldn't help but ask.
"Wonderful people, how can we understand." In the end, this elder could only say so.