Chapter 247 Little 2, serve the wine!

Chapter 247 Little 2, serve the wine!

Chapter 247 Waiter, serve the wine!
After passing through Fuzhou Prefecture, you will enter Fujian.

Eight mountains, one river and one piece of farmland were considered poor and infested with insects and malaria in ancient times.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the eunuch Sanbao made seven voyages to the West, opened up sea trade, and made the southeast region the richest in the world.

The profits from maritime trade have also benefited Jianning County in western Fujian to some extent.

Paddy fields, square ponds, lakes, mulberry and hemp.

The farmer, trapped in the field like a ghost, occasionally straightened up and looked at the dust on the road.

There are many banyan trees planted on both sides of the official road, and the hanging silk ribbons brush against the rider's body and sway backwards.

"Return to the origin and sheath it, the sword comes out and the tiger runs."

"A visible sword can cut gold and silver; an invisible sword can split mountains and cut rivers..."

"The power of this hidden sword technique... the description is too exaggerated!"

The man loosened the reins and rode comfortably on the horse, holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand and constantly brushing the sword with his right hand, occasionally bending his fingers and tapping it, as if he was studying an extraordinary and precious antique.

"Suddenly~"

A trace of sword energy overflowed from the sheath, echoing in the air like spider silk, and four or five banyan branches were neatly cut off.

Zhang Yu was riding on his horse, and suddenly turned his head back. There was no one on the official road behind him...

Twenty miles outside Jianning County, there is a sign on the side of the road. On the cloth sign is a concise word "wine". In front of the wooden house, there is a thatched shed to shelter from the wind and rain, and five or six simple tables and chairs are placed near the official road.

"Little Er, drink up!"

The two of them picked a table and sat down, putting down their packages.

The obvious northern accent attracted a few glances, and it turned out to be a father and daughter.

The white-haired old man, wearing gray cloth clothes, looked very old.

The girl in green had a graceful figure, but her skin was dark and rough, half of her face was covered with scars, and she looked very ugly.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before?"

The young girl in green saw many guests looking at her and responded with dissatisfaction.

A man who looked like a ship owner said with a smile: "This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful girl."

In the wine room, laughter suddenly broke out.

The girl in green was about to explode but was stopped by the old man.

Most of them were men from the river. They usually talked and laughed without restraint and did not harbor any ill intentions. After laughing for a while, they just went back to drinking.

The owner of the tavern was also a very kind person. He was afraid that the girl would feel embarrassed outside, so when he saw that there was an empty table in the store, he hurriedly asked the father and daughter to move to the inner hall.

After the food and wine were served, the two looked around and saw that the guests at other tables were drinking and chatting and no one was paying attention to them, so they started talking in low voices.

The young girl in green filled the white-haired old man's cup first, then poured herself half a cup, and chuckled, "What a pity! Senior Brother gave Dad thirty beatings with sticks, and his buttocks are bruised. The old wounds haven't healed yet, and new ones have been added. Otherwise, he would definitely not miss this excitement in Fuzhou City!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "Big Brother is used to being beaten. He can withstand dozens of sticks. It's not a big deal. But Master will definitely not assign him this task."

"Why?"

"Little Junior Sister, you forgot that last year in Hanzhong, Senior Brother injured a Qingcheng Sect disciple and was severely punished by Master. We are going to Fuzhou Prefecture to investigate this time. If we run into someone from the Qingcheng Sect, Senior Brother will definitely seek revenge based on his personality. I'm afraid something bad will happen."

In the twelfth month of last year, Linghu Chong injured Hou Renying and Hong Renxiong in Hanzhong.

When Yu Canghai's letter arrived at Huashan, Yue Buqun was furious. He beat Linghu Chong with a stick and ordered Lao Denuo to prepare a generous gift and go to Qingcheng Mountain to apologize.

This led to the situation where Lao Denuo saw Yu Canghai teaching his disciples and secretly practicing the Lin family's Exorcism Sword Technique. Based on this, Yue Buqun deduced that the Qingcheng Sect intended to attack the Fuwei Escort Agency and sent two disciples to Fuzhou Prefecture to investigate.

"The Qingcheng Sect's group of old and young Taoist priests have no skills at all, yet they secretly learn other people's sword techniques and only know how to complain. How despicable and shameless!"

Yue Lingshan finished the wine in her glass, gained some courage, and spoke frankly.

"Daddy is the same. He beats up Senior Brother without asking any questions."

Lao Denuo shook his head and said, "Big Brother is doing this for justice, but things are different now."

Yue Lingshan frowned and said, "Why is it different now than in the past? Is there still a time to be chivalrous and righteous? Do we have to judge by the person we are dealing with?"

The two followed the tea menu and ordered some Fujian dishes, stir-fried conch, salted fish and kelp soup, and fried duck with shredded ginger. They were either too bland or too strong, and they were not used to it, so they only had some sweet potato porridge. The fermented glutinous rice wine tasted good, so they drank a few more cups. Lao Denuo chuckled and said, "Little Junior Sister, think about it. If it was two years ago, let alone beating up a Qingcheng Sect disciple, even if it was beating up Yu Canghai's son, he wouldn't dare to write a letter to Huashan Sect to ask for punishment!"

He picked up the snail and fiddled with it for a while before he started to eat the meat.

“But now, Master has not become the leader of Guanzhong Wulin, and has made a great enemy, the Nangong family. He was also seriously injured at Feifeng Bridge and fell to the Xiantian realm. Master can only announce the closure of the mountain again and again. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Huashan Sect is no longer the same as it used to be!”

"The Qingcheng Sect is the largest sect in Shu, and its influence is gradually spreading to Hanzhong. The two families may have to become neighbors. Master naturally doesn't want to create another enemy in the south, so we can only let Senior Brother down."

When Yue Lingshan heard about the battle at Feifeng Bridge, her face changed slightly. Her originally high spirits suddenly became a little depressed. She fiddled with the two conchs on the plate, colliding them with each other, but could not put them together.

After a long while, she sighed and chuckled, "Second Brother, you are still the best."

"You can always see through the situation and understand people's hearts from the perspective of a bystander. No wonder Dad trusts you so much."

Now it was Laudeno's turn to be stunned. Yue Lingshan's unintentional words made him feel uneasy for a while.

He picked up the wine glass and was about to hide his embarrassment when he suddenly heard a voice from outside: "Waiter, serve the wine!"

This voice seems familiar!
Yue Lingshan looked up and saw a man sitting in a thatched hut. He was wearing a dark robe and a straw hat, so his face could not be seen clearly. However, he spoke with a standard northern accent, which was relatively rare in the Minyue area.

"It's him!"

Yue Lingshan's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

She was very familiar with the Jade Lion that shines in the night.

Back then, at the Ping'an Inn on Shilipu, the two of them often rode this horse when traveling.

"Little junior sister, what's wrong?"

Yue Lingshan looked at the two cold snails on her plate, her nose felt a little sour and she felt aggrieved, and said in a low voice.

"Nothing. It's just Fujian cuisine... I'm not used to it."

Lao Denuo was feeling guilty and didn't pay much attention to Yue Lingshan. He smiled and said, "It's okay. When we get to Fuzhou, it's one of the richest places in the world. Even if Junior Sister wants to eat Guanzhong cuisine, it won't be difficult."

"Second Brother, how long will it take to get to Fuzhou Prefecture?"

"It will be very quick. It will only take two days to go down the Minjiang River and directly into Fuzhou City."

Yue Lingshan nodded, but she felt a little uneasy and just wanted to leave the tavern as soon as possible.

She looked at Lao Denuo and remembered that the two of them came from Guanzhong and wore makeup and disguised themselves to avoid the eyes and ears of the Qingcheng Sect. She was not worried about being recognized by Zhang Yu, but it would be better not to meet since they had no words to say to each other.

Yue Lingshan looked outside the curtain and suddenly thought of something.

"He came to Fujian, is it for the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

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(End of this chapter)