Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 118 A Big Gift

Apocalypse City.

A young man with a bookcase on his back held a book in one hand, and played with a willow branch that he found somewhere, as he walked forward unsteadily.He bumped into many people on the road, and he was not annoyed when they scolded him. He just raised his head and smiled apologetically.

"The book is so beautiful?" A gentle voice sounded, the young man stopped in his tracks, raised his head slightly, put away the book, and said respectfully: "Mr. Li."

The person who came was Mr. Li from the school, but Mr. Li is usually too tall, so high that no one dares to approach him, or too low, so low that his disciples can't bear to look directly at him. It's very nice for such a gentle and indifferent gentleman. Rarely seen.

"Xuan'er, I haven't answered my question yet." Mr. Li smiled.

The young man bowed his head slightly: "There are thousands of books in the world. Even if I look at it today, I can't stop reading the books in this world when I see death. This is the most regrettable thing in my life. If you have less regrets, you can only read more books."

"Some people read too many books and become nerds. But if they read as many books as a hundred nerds can't match, then they can become Confucian immortals. You boy, you can become Confucian immortals in the future. " Mr. Li turned around, "Come on, I'll take you to Baipin Pavilion and welcome you."

Mr. Li led the young man slowly towards Baipin Pavilion. The young man was chanting words, as if he was reminiscing about the book he read just now. , it really looks like a gentleman.

"Speaking of Xuan'er, I originally accepted this position as a closed disciple, and this position is reserved for you. You said that your master is no match for me. If you want martial arts but don't know martial arts, if you want fame, you don't have fame. Follow me is the right way Ah." Mr. Li said persuasively.

The young man shook his head and said concisely: "You don't read as many books as he does."

Mr. Li was stunned for a moment: "Who said that? I am at least twice as old as your master, I have crossed more bridges than he walked, and I have read more books than him..." Mr. Li paused , thought about the old man who slept in the sea of ​​books every day, and sighed: "It's a little more than what he read when he was 20 years old... But, I am good at martial arts."

"Martial arts, just learn from books." The young man said lightly.

Mr. Li had some headaches: "You are probably the only person in the world who would refuse me to accept apprentices."

"Mr. Li's words are wrong. You ask the farmers in the fields, you ask the courtesans in the brothels, and you ask the rich men with a lot of money. They don't want to be the disciples of the master. Everyone has their own life. Not everyone wants to sweep the world." The young man said seriously.

Mr. Li smiled: "I can't say no to you. By the way, you haven't forgotten anything during this trip, have you?"

Young Lang nodded: "Naturally, sir wants it now."

"No, take it out later." Mr. Li raised his head, and the signboard of Baipin Pavilion was right above his head.

Xiao Er came out with an apologetic expression on his face: "You two guests, I'm really sorry. The Baipin Pavilion has been taken over today."

"Who is so proud." Mr. Li yawned.

"It's... a few young masters who are inconvenient to say their names." Xiaoer still smiled apologetically, but when he said the word "Young Master", he emphasized his tone. Those with a bit of vision should turn around and leave.But the white-haired gentleman in front of him stuffed a silver ingot for him, and then said: "Go and ask the young masters inside, if the gentleman hasn't arrived, should the banquet be held?"

"This..." Xiaoer hesitated for a moment, and finally put the silver ingot into his arms, gritted his teeth and ran in.

The food and drink had just been served, and Baili Dongjun looked curiously at Mo Xiaohei and Liu Yue drinking there wearing bamboo hats, and couldn't help sighing, "This is really a spectacle..."

Seeing Xiaoer walk in, Lei Mengsha frowned slightly: "Didn't I tell you, I didn't call you, don't come in?"

Xiao Er swallowed her saliva, summoned up her courage and said, "A guest officer outside the door asked me to pass a message."

Everyone looked at each other, and Lei Mengsha felt a little funny: "What are you talking about?"

Xiaoer imitated Mr. Li's tone, and said lazily: "Go and ask the young masters inside, should the banquet be held if the master has not arrived?"

There was no sound in the hall.

Everyone looked at each other again, except for Baili Dongjun, they turned their heads to look at the windows in the corner at the same time.

"Run!" Xiao Ruofeng shouted.

Everyone got up immediately, jumped out, and planned to break through the window.

But the window was shattered ahead of time, Mr. Li with white hair and white clothes jumped in from the window, waved his long sleeves, and knocked those Beili Bagong back to their original positions!Mr. Li landed on the ground, his sleeves shook: "Drink together, what are you running for!"

The young man with the bookcase on his back walked up the steps step by step, and looked at everyone sympathetically.

Lei Mengsha was taken aback for a moment, and called out: "Xie Xuan."

Young Lang nodded: "Everyone, long time no see."

When Baili Dongjun heard the word "Xie Xuan", he was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at him, only to see Xie Xuan, who was carrying a bookcase and looked angry at him, looking at him. Exactly the same, Baili Dongjun smiled, bowed his head and said: "I am Baili Dongjun."

Xie Xuan also smiled: "So what I said is, everyone, long time no see."

"You guys know each other?" Lei Mengsha bumped Baili Dongjun with his elbow.

Baili Dongjun glanced at him: "Longer than knowing you."

"Come, come, come, I haven't had a drink with you as a teacher for a long time. Today, your little junior brother is getting started, and my old friend Xie Xuan returns to Beijing. We should celebrate it!" Mr. Li sat down and patted Xiao Ruofeng on the shoulder.

Xiao Ruofeng, who usually faces landslides without changing his face, now only has a wry smile on his face: "Okay, Master."

"By the way, Dongba, didn't you tell me to wait for me there, and I brought you a gift?" Mr. Li glanced at Baili Dongjun, then at Lei Mengsha, "It must be Lei Er who said I lied to you. People? Come, come, talk behind your back as a teacher, and you will be punished with a cup."

At first, Baili Dongjun didn't know why everyone was so panicked when Mr. Li was coming.

After half an hour, Baili Dongjun understood.

Because Mr. Liu Yue and Mr. Mochen, who were too strong to drink, had already fallen down.

Luo Xuan, son of Qingge, is on the verge of falling.

Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha managed to remain calm.

Baili Dongjun was naturally not afraid, and had one cup after another with Mr. Li, talking and laughing happily.Even at this moment, he really fell in love with his master.

"Li Changsheng, who never forgets the dream in the world for a hundred years, and never gets drunk after a thousand cups." Mr. Li raised his head and drank a cup, "The poet wrote this poem for me back then."

With a "snap", Luo Xuan had already fallen on the table.

Xiao Ruofeng's eyes became blurred, and Lei Mengsha started talking non-stop, but he couldn't hear a word as if he bit his tongue.

Only Xie Xuan ignored Mr. Li's persuasion, and drank and ate food alone in the corner, his eyes became brighter as he drank.

Finally Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha also passed out from drunk.

Mr. Li smiled and looked at Baili Dongjun: "I didn't lie to you when I said I would give you a gift. Xuan'er."

Xie Xuan found a book from the bookcase and threw it to Mr. Li. After Mr. Li took it, he handed it to Baili Dongjun.

There are two words written on the cover of the book - "The Book of Wine".

"Xiaobai floated thirty cups in a row, and the spring thunder resounded at his fingertips. This is not an ordinary book, nor is it an ordinary wine. Your previous master has also read this book, so I will give it to you today." Mr. Li said slowly. Slow down.

"Borrow." Xie Xuan said in a deep voice.

"It's ready." Mr. Li smiled slightly.

Baili Dongjun nodded, and solemnly put the book in his arms.

"Hahahahaha. I had a great time today." Mr. Li stretched his waist, and then let out a foul breath.

It is turbid air, and it is also sword air.

"It's time for a fight." Mr. Li put away his laziness, his eyes were as bright as Beichen, he jumped, smashed through the roof, and landed on the roof of Baipin Pavilion.

He waved his sleeves.

There is no sword.

But full of sword energy.

At the gate of Tianqi City in the distance, there was a ray of purple light.

(End of this chapter)