Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 162 Rusty Sword Nineteen
After half a month on the road, he has been driving between the mountains and forests. On this day, Nangong Chunshui suddenly changed his route and planned to temporarily settle down in a nearby town.Baili Dongjun was naturally overjoyed, because he was fed up with eating wild fruit dry food every day, and that jar of Autumn Lubai was also drunk, and there was another jar, which Baili Dongjun hesitated for a long time before opening. This time I went to the town to open up wasteland.

"Brother Nangong, how much has your skill recovered?" Baili Dongjun asked tentatively.

Nangong Chunshui smiled slightly, and raised his long sleeves: "Why don't we make gestures together?"

Baili Dongjun flicked his horsewhip, and the carriage moved forward rapidly. He shook his head: "Then there is no need."

But half an hour later, the carriage drove into the small town.The name of the town is Qianyue. Although it is not big, it is considered prosperous. There are constant hawkers on both sides of the road.Baili Dongjun found a restaurant and asked the boy to park the carriage in the courtyard, and he and Nangong Chunshui sat down by the window.

"Xiaoer, what kind of wine do you have here?" Baili Dongjun asked after sitting down.

Nangong Chunshui smiled without saying a word, sitting there quietly in white clothes, like a piece of beautiful jade.

Xiaoer saw that the two of them were of unusual identities, maybe they were noble people passing by, so he didn't dare to neglect: "Master, we don't have any expensive things in this town for a long time, usually we only sell some homemade rice wine, and I don't know if you will see it or not." Get it?"

Baili Dongjun smiled: "All the wine you brew at home is good, does your wine have a name?"

"What's the name? Every family in this small town brews this kind of wine, so this wine has the same name as our town, and it's called Qianyue Wine." Xiaoer replied.

Baili Dongjun nodded: "Then have a pot to taste, then a roast chicken, a catty of stewed beef, and a few side dishes."

"Greedy?" Nangong Chunshui asked suddenly.

Baili Dongjun scratched his head: "Brother Nangong, what would you like to eat?"

Nangong Chunshui shook his head: "I can't get dirty, so I'll drink a few glasses of rice wine with you."

Baili Dongjun suddenly realized: "No wonder Brother Nangong has to avoid the crowds and only eat some wild fruits these days."

Nangong Chunshui was noncommittal, turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the small town with people coming and going, as if he was thinking about something.

The food and wine were served soon. Baili Dongjun first poured two glasses of rice wine, then picked up his own and drank it down. He licked his lips and smiled: "Qianyue wine, fresh and delicious, really good .”

Xiao Er, who was a little nervous at the side, immediately beamed with joy, nodded and said yes, thinking that these two distinguished guests are really talkative, last time a few big families came to the city, and after drinking this wine, they thought it was bland and tasteless, but they yelled loudly.

Nangong Chunshui looked away, took a sip from the wine glass, then put it down: "Can this kind of wine get into your mouth?"

"There are many kinds of good wine. Although some wines are good in appearance, it is because the materials used to make the wine are very good. Unfortunately, the people who make the wine are not careful, and the final wine has a smell of copper. And this kind of home-brewed wine , Although ordinary, but very clean, I like it very much." If it is anything else, Baili Dongjun may not dare to talk to this 180-year-old monster, but he still has some confidence in the way of drinking.

Nangong Chunshui drank another cup and did not speak again.

Baili Dongjun, who hadn't seen meat dishes for a long time, drank a few more cups of rice wine, and no longer restrained himself. He finished the roast chicken and the plate of beef on the table in a flash, and finally asked With a jug of wine and a catty of beef, he ate slowly.

"We didn't come here for food." Nangong Chunshui tapped on the table lightly with his fingers.

Baili Dongjun swallowed a mouthful of beef: "Is there a purpose for us to come to this town?"

"Hurry up and finish eating, I'll take you to a place." Nangong Chunshui said.

"Understood." Baili Dongjun immediately stretched out his hand to call Xiaoer, "Please give me another three catties of stewed beef, wrap it with the rest, and prepare two jars of this rice wine for me, and put them in my carriage .”

Xiao Er nodded again and again: "Alright."

Baili Dongjun stood up, threw a silver ingot to Xiaoer, and then followed Nangong Chunshui who had already got up and walked to the door: "Brother Nangong, what are you going to do in this small town, and why do you want to keep it a secret?"

Nangong Chunshui didn't speak, and led him to turn left and right in Qianyue City. Baili Dongjun saw that he seemed to be quite familiar with this town, so he couldn't help but have a guess in his heart: Mr. Li had been to this town a long time ago. .

"Here we are." Nangong Chunshui stopped in front of a blacksmith shop.

There was a blacksmith with a gray beard who looked quite old was forging iron there, but although he was old, his gnarled muscles were not inferior to the young and strong man at all. He heard the voice of someone coming, and he didn't look up: "Would you like a hoe, a shovel, or a plow?"

"I want a knife, a good knife." Nangong Chunshui smiled slightly.

The blacksmith stopped the hammer in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Nangong Chunshui with sharp eyes.

Sensing a sudden murderous aura, Baili Dongjun couldn't help pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Who are you?" the blacksmith said in a deep voice.

Nangong Chunshui said calmly, "It must be an old friend."

The blacksmith frowned slightly, and looked at him carefully: "What's your name?"

"Nangong Chunshui." Nangong Chunshui's smile spread out like spring water.

The blacksmith frowned even more: "Your surname is not Li? You look exactly like that guy when he was young. Are you his illegitimate child?"

Nangong Chunshui scratched his head: "In your heart, is he the kind of person who would have an illegitimate child?"

"Of course. That bastard." The blacksmith put down the hammer, picked up the tobacco at his waist, slowly lit it, put it to his mouth and took a sharp puff, "I'm not surprised that he has ten illegitimate children."

Baili Dongjun loosened his hand from the hilt of his sword and tried his best not to laugh out loud.

Nangong Chunshui was a little embarrassed: "Senior, it's not kind to say that about friends."

"Come in and talk." The blacksmith pushed open the back door of the blacksmith shop, and Baili Dongjun looked in, only to find that there was a courtyard behind him.The blacksmith led the two of them in, and then gently closed the door, looking quite cautious.

"Don't worry, it's just the two of us." Nangong Chunshui said helplessly.

"Two brats with the most vajra level, why do you have the guts to ask you to come to me?" The blacksmith snorted coldly.

Baili Dongjun hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "My next Baili Dongjun is Mr. Li's disciple in the academy."

"Take another disciple?" The blacksmith lightly waved the cigarette stick in Baili Dongjun's face.

Baili Dongjun hurriedly drew his sword, but the small tobacco rod opened it heavily. He was stunned for some reason, and the blacksmith made a sudden move.But the blacksmith snorted again: "The sword skills are mediocre, but the sword he is holding is not bad. Famous Sword Villa Immortal Palace product, it is really a waste."

(End of this chapter)