Jun Youyun

Chapter 4 Apricot Wine
Outside Fengqiao City.

Xinghua Village.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Su? You're back from a long trip?" In a simple arbor by the roadside, a waiter threw the towel in his hand on his shoulder.

Su Baiyi, who was carrying a bookcase, just appeared at the entrance of the village when he heard Xiaoer's call, and immediately jumped to the side of the bamboo shed, and said with a smile, "Yes. I've been here for more than ten days, and I miss you so much." I’ve got apricot blossom wine, hurry up and order a jug, and another portion of sauced donkey meat. Another portion will be packed, and I’ll bring it to Master.”

"Okay. Wait a moment." Xiaoer responded with a smile.

Su Baiyi found a corner and sat down. He didn't dare to stop on the road because he was afraid that the woman with amazing martial arts would catch up with him. After all, the sentence "we will see you again" was really scary. Now Su Baiyi Bai Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stepped into Xinghua Village. He put the bookcase aside, took out the scroll wrapped in kraft paper, took a deep breath and opened the kraft paper.

Inside is not a whole book, but just a few fragments.Su Baiyi picked it up and counted: "One page, two pages, three pages, you dare to practice with only three pages, no wonder you practiced yourself into a useless person."

"What are you looking at, son? The wine and donkey meat are here." Xiaoer put a jug of wine, a dish of sauced donkey meat, and the packaged food and wine on the table.

Su Baiyi smiled: "Take care of your own business."

"I don't have any business in this small shop." Seeing that Su Baiyi didn't want to say anything and didn't ask, Xiaoer turned his head and saw two people passing by the door, and hurried forward to greet him. "The two guest officers looked at each other, they should be passing by our Xinghua Village on their way, right? Why don't you come in and have a glass of our village's special Xinghua wine?"

One of the two men was a monk, with a burly figure, about forty years old, with a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, and a crescent shovel in his hand, with a serious look on his face. When he heard the voice, he turned to look at the little boy Eyes, the little girl took a step back in fright.

Su Baiyi quietly put the fragmented scroll into his arms.

Along with the middle-aged monk was a masked man with a thin body and a big dark green umbrella on his back. His voice sounded like a kind young man: "That's right, since we're all here, we should drink a glass of apricot blossom wine. Empty first seat, what do you think?"

"I never drink alcohol." The middle-aged monk named Jie Kong walked directly into the shed, "Just give me a cup of tea."

"It doesn't matter if you don't drink alcohol, the apricot flower cake in our shop is also a must." Xiao Er hurriedly said.

"Bring us a pot of wine, a pot of tea, and the apricot blossom cake is unnecessary." The masked man and Jie Kong found a seat and sat down. The masked man lowered his head, and suddenly saw a line written on the table.

"Apricot blossom wine in Xinghua village, apricot blossom wine can relieve thousands of worries." The masked man stretched out a finger to touch the line of words, and said faintly.

"This was written by Mr. Xie back then." Xiao Er put a pot of apricot blossom wine on the table.

"Oh? Mr. Xie." The masked man chuckled, "Look at the handwriting, it doesn't look like it was written with a brush. It looks like..."

"It seems to be embedded in this table, doesn't it!" Xiao Er proudly threw the white cloth in his hand on his back, "I'm not bragging, I saw Mr. Xie write these words with my own eyes that day. That day when he and Li Xiucai from the city were drunk, they lay down on the table and dipped their hands in the glass of wine and wrote this poem on the table. After they left, I wiped the wine on the table with a cloth Every time you wipe it, the handwriting sinks a bit, and every time you wipe it, the handwriting sinks a bit, and finally the table is wiped clean, but the handwriting remains there."

"It's so amazing." There was a bit of a smile in the masked man's tone, but the middle-aged monk's frown became tighter and tighter.

Su Baiyi put down a piece of silver, got up, carried the bookcase on his back and walked out quietly.

Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me.He kept thinking in his heart.

"By the way, this Mr. Su!" Xiaoer's high-pitched voice interrupted his fantasy, "He is Mr. Xie's proud disciple!"

"I still have something to do." Su Baiyi stepped forward, but stopped again.

The wind blew the gray robe of the masked man, and he gently raised his hand to support his mask, with a bit of chill in his tone: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave, little brother?"

Su Baiyi smiled embarrassingly: "The two of you can see that it's not for the wine. I think it's either robbing money or robbing sex, why don't you run away quickly."

"Oh? Why aren't we here for the wine?" asked the masked man.

"One of you monks doesn't drink." Su Baiyi stretched out a finger and pointed to the monk, then pointed to the masked man in front of him, "As for you, how can you drink while wearing a mask?"

"We really didn't come here for the wine, we came here for your husband." The masked man was calm.

"Have you taken a fancy to my husband's calligraphy? My husband's calligraphy is very expensive... the rich people in the city ask for a couplet every year..." Su Baiyi stopped in the middle of speaking, and swallowed.

A scimitar flew out of the masked man's hand suddenly, stopped only a foot away from Su Baiyi's forehead, and then spun rapidly, the harsh wind of the knife blew the young man's forehead a little painful.

"My teacher's surname is Xie, and his name is Zhize."

"The two poems on the table were written by him!"

"He is over forty this year, and he has no beard! Good wine, donkey meat in soy sauce! Very lazy! I asked me to write the couplets for him during the Chinese New Year, but I never distributed the money to me!"

"Enough." With a light tug of the masked man's hand, the scimitar flew back into his sleeve, and he stepped aside to get out of the way, "Say something to your master, the name Xie Zhize doesn't sound good, and the guest is here, Hope he welcomes all guests.”

"All guests are welcome?" In the backyard of the Shushu, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in white threw a piece of sauced donkey meat into his mouth. It looked like Mr. Xie that the second child mentioned, " This guy has a big mouth."

Su Baiyi leaned down and said in a low voice: "Master, since I left Yelan City that night, I felt that someone was following me. I thought it was that girl at first, but now that I think about it, it should be these two people. At that time, I felt that someone was following me. There are still a few people hiding, I thought I was being overwhelmed. They also came for these three pages?"

"Of course they want to get these three fragmented scrolls, but their trip should be aimed at me. Please don't move them." Mr. Xie laughed, "Do you know that the two of them are who?"

"I can't guess." Su Baiyi shook his head.

"The biggest faction in the world, Shanglin Tiangong." Mr. Xie took a sip of wine.

"Ah?" Su Baiyi opened his mouth wide.

"Shanglin Tiangong sits on Weilong Mountain. There are three floors and four courtyards in the gate. The monk named Jiekong is the head of the Shanglin Tiangong Criminal Law Court. The masked man is Wen Xi, the deputy seat of Qianji Court. They checked my news more than a dozen times. It's been a year, and it's time to find me." Mr. Xie threw another piece of meat into his mouth.

Su Baiyi hurriedly stood up, opened the cabinet and threw the bank notes inside into his bookcase.

"What?" Mr. Xie asked.

Su Baiyi didn't turn his head back: "Run!"

"I can't run anymore. Since they appeared there, the whole village should be surrounded by Shanglin Tiangong now." Mr. Xie said calmly.

Su Baiyi patted the sword on his waist: "Then we can only fight."

"Apprentice, apprentice, I have taught you for more than ten years. Although your appearance is getting more and more handsome, and you have the demeanor of mine back then, why is your demeanor so much worse? Either you fight or run, can't you have a more refined one?" Way?" Mr. Xie sighed.

Su Baiyi hurriedly sat down cross-legged: "What way?"

"Wait." Mr. Xie drank another glass of wine.

(End of this chapter)