Passing through Jingzhou and going straight down the river is Yangzhou.
Even if it is not March, the gentle temperament of this Jiangnan water town is enough to make people fascinated, it is a sticky smell in the air.
Sitting on the boat provided by Lingyun Palace saved a lot of trouble, at least when passing through the sphere of influence of the Chijiao Gang, they didn't encounter any difficulties. Yao Dingsheng even sent a fleet of ships and experts to accompany the escort, for fear that Ye Qingxuan's life would be lost and someone would blame him.
Ye Qingxuan sat on the ship's side, leaning on the railing, the waves of the hull itself could not affect Ye Qingxuan's balance at all.
The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed very good. Although it is late autumn, it is still flat and green, with green water and green mountains.
Monk Ruhua was sitting on the deck, holding his newly acquired big Zen stick, and basking in the sun with Ye Qingxuan.
"I don't know how the treatment of Xiaoniaowang's injury is going!" Monk Ruhua rubbed his big Zen stick, and said with rare emotion.
In addition to black jade and cold iron, the main material of this large Zen staff is also the waste of the Zen staff passed down to him by his master, which symbolizes the rebirth of the master's inheritance, and finally smelted the enough material of the star meteorite. After the iron, the newly born big Zen stick is enough to be called a top-ranking treasure of the eighth rank just because of its material.
Unexpectedly, Monk Ruhua is a rough person, but he is a nostalgic person inside, but he insists on etching the original pattern on the Zen stick, so it can be seen that this guy is actually a very emotional person. So now he suddenly misses Little Eagle King Zhan Yu with emotion, which doesn't make Ye Qingxuan feel strange at all.
Ye Qingxuan took a sip of the fine wine in the gourd, and said with a calm smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Huan Ye, who is the best in the world, is hosting, what kind of difficulties can't be overcome? The two of us have to work hard, otherwise we may wait When we come back, Brother Zhan's claw skills are enough to crush your balls..."
Ruhua laughed loudly, reached out to take the wine gourd handed over by Ye Qingxuan, raised her neck, poured half of the gourd of wine into her stomach, and said with a smile: "It's a good idea, Sajia's eggs are made of diamonds! "
"Please drink slowly, these are the three jars that I got Jiang Feiran from the most secret cellar of shopkeeper Hu in Wangyuelou, Luodu. You said you don't know how to drink sparingly!"
Ruhua let out a "squeak" and said, "This is the only way to enjoy drinking, what fun is there to be like a woman..." After speaking, she threw the wine gourd back.
Ye Qingxuan smiled but didn't answer, talking about wine culture with this ram is like playing the piano with a cow! Yes, giving him such a good wine is also a waste of peony, waste, waste!
Ye Qingxuan tasted "Bamboo Orchid Fragrance" and muttered to himself: "I have heard that the second senior brother said that there are famous wines in the world, among which there is such a kind of wine called 'Zui Lanxi' in Lanxi City in Yangzhou. Waiting for good wine is definitely no worse than this 'Bamboo Orchid Fragrance', I wonder if I can ask Lingyun Palace to get a few more jars..."
A chuckle came from the cabin, and Jiang Feiran's gentle voice sounded, and he said jokingly: "What a drunken fairy Ye Qingxuan, our Lingyun Palace is not the tavern waiter you ordered, let us come forward to help you in the future." It's best not to mention your purchase of wine!"
The cabin door was pushed open, and Jiang Feiran in a light yellow gown walked out of the cabin, looked at Ye Qingxuan with a smile, and said softly: "I really regret that I gave you such a bad start last time, and I owe you money because of your preferences. I gave that profiteer a favor."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and said: "Boss Hu is a good guy. Although he is a little treacherous, this wine is indeed excellent. If you Lingyun Palace do a little favor, it can be regarded as saving Lao Hu who is on the verge of extinction. Trust me , on this matter, the drinking buddies all over the world will fall in love with you!"
"Come on less!" Jiang Feiran didn't get angry when he mentioned this, "Do you know how many dignitaries we secretly offended when Lingyun Palace came forward to protect Wangyuelou? You don't know how many people are thinking about this wine recipe in Wangyuelou , Lingyun Palace has always liked not to intervene in the grievances of Jianghu, just because of you, I have to be scolded by Master when I go back... "
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing again and again.
When passing by Luodu, Ye Qingxuan planned to get some wine to drink. Unexpectedly, Boss Hu, who has always been proud of his success in Vanity Fair, met an unjust dignitary who insisted on swallowing his inheritance passed down from generation to generation, and was frowning. At that time, Ye Qingxuan, an alcoholic who happened to be meeting, in order to get the best wine of the year, asked Jiang Feiran to go out and help Lao Hu settle the matter. Fragrance", but it made everyone in Lingyun Palace very busy.
"It's just some drinks, what's there to pursue? Are you men looking for the momentary illusion after drunkenness? It's just a way to escape from reality. It's better for people to stay sober at all times..." Jiang Feiran would never Understand what this wine has to brag about.
"You don't understand, you don't understand! You can see the truth after drinking!"
"Amitabha, Lao Qi, you are wrong. The Sa family remembers that Master said that alcohol can mess with sex!" Ruhua interjected from the side.
This is the difference between Taoism and Buddhism. One advocates moderate drinking, the other puts an end to drinking, and the other says that what you see after getting drunk is your true nature, so you advocate it; the other says that after getting drunk, you will let your temperament go. Do things that you would never do normally, so put an end to it.
Ye Qingxuan laughed and said, "Then you still drink!?"
Ruhua smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether he is genuine or chaotic, anyway, Sajia is following his temper. Whether he can become a Buddha, Sajia has never thought about it."
After hearing this, Jiang Feiran couldn't help but smiled, and said: "Master Ruhua said it well. Seeing one's nature becomes a Buddha. I can't imagine that the master is such a free and easy person."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and said: "Let me just say, this fake monk shouldn't be a monk at all, but should be a Taoist. Look at your Buddhist family, thousands of Buddhas all have the same appearance, and they are all cultivated in the same model." How did Sakyamuni become a Buddha, and how you practiced, all the rules and regulations, in the end, I can't tell who the Buddhas are. Look at the Taoist gods, there are thousands of gods and thousands of gods. In general, even chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs can become immortals. This is a personality. How good Taoism is, it just makes you live your own life... "
Jiang Feiran frowned when he heard that, Ye Qingxuan's words were not the right way to judge the merits of Buddhism, they were quite a bit heresy, one cannot say that any belief that indulges believers is a good belief. But until I said to these two ignorant guys that Taoism and Buddhism are useless, they are just guys who let their temper go, thinking about today's affairs today, and tomorrow they can forget what they said today , so there is no need to waste any time talking about them.
"Where is our next destination?" Ye Qingxuan asked casually.
Jiang Feiran looked at Ye Qingxuan with some amusement, and said lightly: "Go to Lanxi!"
puff-
Ye Qingxuan sprayed the wine out of his mouth, looked at Jiang Feiran in shock, then looked at his wine pot, and murmured: "Hey, is this trip specially arranged for me? I want' Zui Lanxi', the more the merrier..."
"Wonderful idea!" Jiang Feiran walked into the cabin, his voice still floated out and said: "I'm going to Lanxi to meet someone, I advise you to stay on the boat, don't go out and cause trouble for me!"
Ye Qingxuan let out an oh, looked at his empty wine gourd, and thought to himself: That's weird.
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After sailing all the way, when it was approaching dusk, they came to Lanxi City.
After admonishing Ye Qingxuan for a long time, Jiang Feiran left the boat and went ashore. Jiang Feiran didn't know who he was meeting, this time it was a big battle, and there was a special sedan chair to meet him, seeing the energetic appearance of the servants, it was obvious that they were all skilled in martial arts, and they were quite sophisticated look like.
People who practice martial arts are the most arrogant, and they will feel a little wronged if they are regarded as other people's subordinates, but such a good skill is used as a bearer for others, which undoubtedly brings out the power of the master.
But it seems that in order not to attract attention, the pier is commonly used by fishermen, not the main pier of Lanxi City, so it is surrounded by a fishing village. Although it is also very busy, it lacks the irritability of the main pier.
Watching Jiang Feiran leave, Ye Qingxuan wandered on the deck of the ship bored. As for Monk Ruhua, he is now fighting with a roasted beef leg. After drinking and eating, he must have a good sleep.
The boat servants were busy with anchoring, lowering the sails, erecting boards, etc. Ye Qingxuan stood alone at the bow of the boat, looking around.
At this time, the sun is setting on the mountain, the crows are coming, the evening tide is rising, and the clear waves are about to rise, reflecting the red clouds in the sunset. Thousands of golden scales are rolling on the water surface, rolling along the current until they reach the horizon, flickering and fading. , endlessly.
The sun was setting, the sky was gloomy, and the surrounding houses were full of smoke, it was time for the fisherman to cook...
Ruhua's food and drink, plus a sound sleep, I'm afraid it will be tomorrow morning again. Ye Qingxuan has nothing to do, so he explained to Ruhua, carried the Biluo sword on his back, held the demon whisk, and turned the emerald gourd Tie it around his waist, Shi Shiran got off the boat.
Before it was dark, I went ashore to go for a walk and take a look at the scenery of Jiangcun, and then went to the city, looking for a restaurant that sells the "Zuilanxi" by the way, selected the best wine, and bought a few jars.
Ask any fisherman casually, and you will know that the place in front of you is called Jinliu Beach, which is next to Lanxi City, and the main wharf is about twenty miles to the east.
Lanxi City is a large town, where passenger and cargo ships on and off the river all anchor. At this time of Taiping, the people are rich and the goods are abundant, and the business transactions are frequent.
It's just that there is still a short distance from the bustling city street. Although it is relatively quiet, it takes more than ten miles to reach the street with high-end taverns.
Ye Qingxuan originally thought of it on a whim, and after he landed, he was not in a hurry, and after asking about the route, he walked leisurely all the way. When I met many fishermen on the road, they all smiled and asked for fortune-telling. Ye Qingxuan couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.
"In the future, if you don't have to worry about money, you can get a banner with Ye Banxian written on it, and tell people's fortunes and earn a little money. It's also quite interesting..."
It is rare for Ye Qingxuan to relax here. It is just a glimpse of the cultural customs of the ancient Jiangnan. Along the way, he saw fishermen beside the road. , the creek is like a belt, leading the mountain spring, flowing around the house, the sound of the water is slow, soft to the ears...
At this time, in the cottages, some rice was washed and cleaned up, and some rice was just cooked. Didn't I see a few children who didn't eat well, holding a bowl of water to make rice, some vegetables, and sitting by the stone by the fence, gathered in a pile, chatting and eating, or betting on someone Eating fast, laughing like pearls, pure innocence.
The grown-ups were sitting on small benches in the courtyard inside the fence, holding a large bowl of rice with spikes in their hands, surrounded by a large bowl of vegetables on a low table. In front of some there was a wine jug, a wine glass, a pile of dried peanuts and beans, and they ate and drank and chatted about their homework.
No matter young or old, men and women, everyone is happy and harmonious, talking and laughing, without the slightest bit of sadness, just like a picture scroll of village music in Jiangxi.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help thinking to himself: After all, the places in the south of the Yangtze River are still rich and prosperous. This kind of harmonious scene is rarely seen in Yunzhou, let alone the lost eight counties.
The Kunwu faction re-established the mountain gate, and stood at the forefront of the battle with the Tan people and Dami Temple. The imperial court, which had promised to provide assistance, did not know why it was delayed.
Through the news of Xie Yun'an's father, Xie Yuanlue, the current governor of Yunzhou, the imperial court's intention to increase troops and lose the eight counties was blocked in the court. The fighting between the Tan tribes would break out immediately, and even the Daxifan state behind the Tan tribes would have an excuse to go to war. However, the current Huangfu dynasty is not ready for war at all, and it will have to wait another two years to be ready.
It was another two years, and the number of this time was tightly stuck on Ye Qingxuan's head like a curse, just like the magic spell of Monkey King, getting closer and tighter.
Time could not tolerate Ye Qingxuan's indulgence.
But now Ye Qingxuan's Qingsong is to have a better state of mind to meet the innate in the near future.
This trip to the "Sacred Land of Martial Arts" is Ye Qingxuan's last chance to hone his skills. Of course, if he chooses to stay in Kunwu Mountain, he can easily enter Xiantian, but he has no confidence to deal with the drastic changes after two years , and this training trip came at the right time. He must hone his killing skills with overloaded actual combat, so that he can cope with the drastic changes two years later.
Thinking of these trivial matters that he wanted to forget, Ye Qingxuan's heart suddenly tightened, and his feet stopped. After a while, Ye Qingxuan let out a long sigh and quickened his pace into the street.
At this time, the best way to reduce stress is to find a place to have a drink.
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When Ye Qingxuan found the market, it was already dark, so he simply asked passers-by, and found a restaurant selling "Zui Lanxi".
This "Zuilanxi" is different from "Zhulanxiang". It is brewed by a winemaker who specializes in brewing wine, and then distributed to various places. These time-honored local taverns in Lanxi all sell the most authentic "Zuilanxi".
Ye Qingxuan chose a seat by the window facing the street and sat down, ordered some random dishes, mainly two jugs of good wine, and began to drink for himself.
This "Zui Lanxi" is indeed a high-quality wine. It smells fragrant, but it is fragrant but not greasy. The hot wire, travels down the esophagus and into the stomach.
Take a long and comfortable breath, bringing out the strong aroma of alcohol.
An admiration was about to come out, but he didn't want an admiration to come from outside the window.
"Good wine, really good wine—"
This startled Ye Qingxuan and the waiter who just served the dishes.
As soon as the waiter in the shop heard the voice, he immediately put on a face of wanting to cry, and didn't answer Ye Qingxuan, and hurriedly invited the hotel owner from downstairs.
As soon as the fat boss came over, he repeatedly bowed to Ye Qingxuan and apologized, praising that he disturbed the guests, which seemed extremely polite.
Ye Qingxuan shook his hand and was about to say that he didn't care, but unexpectedly, the voice outside the window suddenly rose several scales, and it was like a loud roar: "Good wine, good wine!"
Hearing the sound, the shop owner who had been sluggish immediately became dumbfounded. The politeness just now had drifted away, and he ran to the window in a few steps, and shouted at the bottom: "Hey, it really is you, the old beggar, again and again. Come here to make trouble and disturb my guests, you can't afford it, don't think about me giving you wine next time—"
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback when he heard this, and looked down the window sill, and saw a sloppy beggar, about fifty years old, with unkempt hair and messy hair, lying on a big rock by the river below the window. Beard, short and thin, but not wretched, not skinny, the most impressive thing is his eyes, such a desolate and sloppy old beggar, but he has squinted eyes with a smile, kind eyebrows and good intentions, as if The Maitreya Buddha with long hair is obviously thin and thin, but because of the Maitreya Buddha eyes that seem to break the world, people really like it and can't bear to be humiliated.
I just heard the shop owner yelling loudly: "Go quickly, don't bother me any more."
Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "Why does the shop owner drive the old man away? Although this old man has never bought wine, he is outside the shop. I'm afraid you can't control it, boss."
The shop owner smiled wryly, but before he could answer, he saw the old beggar downstairs stand up abruptly, pinched his waist, pointed at the shop owner and shouted loudly: "Look, look, this little brother is right. I'm not in your store, you control the world, and you can't control me shitting and farting here—"
The words were vulgar, but they were quite interesting, which made Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.
The shop owner was furious and reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense there. Be careful I won't drink with you again—"
The old beggar was taken aback, so he shut up and stopped talking.
The shop owner then turned around and said with a wry smile to Qingxuan: "Guest officer, don't be fooled by this old beggar, it's not the first time he's come here to stir things up."
Ye Qingxuan found it interesting, anyway, drinking alone is boring, and listening to these strange people's anecdotes is also a pastime, so he asked curiously: "This... I don't know why?"