The Beacon of Kyushu

Morning light, dawn fog.

Yuyingzhuang is more beautiful and warm than before.

In the thin mist, a delicate little Taoist priest came with a whisk in his arms. He lowered his head slightly, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and his movements were elegant and calm, revealing a bit of introversion and cowardice.

He didn't know whether it was the exotic flowers and plants in front of the village that attracted him, or the aroma of wine coming from the village that aroused his taste buds. He suddenly stopped and stared at the wine hanging high in front of the village with clear eyes. flag.

But he neither walked into the manor to taste the fine wine, nor turned around and continued to move forward. Instead, he stood quietly and stared. No one knew how long he stood or stared, but they only knew that from the moment he stopped, his footsteps did not move at all.

Perhaps, the manor has brewed another fine wine. The rich and sweet wine aroma is now more fragrant than before. The alluring aroma of wine floated into the little Taoist priest's nose in the fresh morning air.

The little Taoist priest quickly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly entered a world filled with the fragrant fragrance of flowers and the tranquil smell of wine. He swallowed intoxicatedly, his throat moved slightly, and a touching smile appeared on his face.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and saw that there were no pedestrians nearby, and then cautiously walked into the village. His steps were very light and he walked very slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting the ground under his feet and colliding with the fragrance that filled the air.

After a long time, he walked to a wooden table, slowly sat down, and carefully looked at the surrounding scenery. But I saw a very tall cherry blossom tree planted in the village, which happened to be in full bloom. The pink cherry blossoms were like a girl's sweet dreams.

Next to the cherry blossom tree, under the reed mats, there are several solid-color tables and chairs. There is also a white porcelain wine pot and a white porcelain wine cup on each table. A table, a chair, a pot, and a lamp are all exquisite and elegant, but they have also been washed away and returned to their original nature. They are perfectly integrated with the beautiful scenery in the village. Isn't this what Taoism pursues?

The little Taoist priest silently looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, waiting for the arrival of the master of the village. But the owner didn't seem to notice that there was a drinker like him in the courtyard. He was busy in the backyard and didn't come out to greet the guests for a long time.

"The store..." The little Taoist priest might have been a little impatient for waiting, or maybe he just couldn't restrain his desire for fine wine. He hesitated for a long time before calling out "the store" in a low voice. But his voice was too soft, no better than the buzzing of mosquitoes, and after he only said one word, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and he couldn't say the next words anyway.

The breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms scattered all over the sky, dancing to the ground, leaving a pink patch. A few rays of the morning sun shine through the mist into the garden, covering the cherry blossoms with a gentle golden gauze. Everything is so beautiful that people have forgotten that they are still in the secular world.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the backyard. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the fragrance of flowers was stronger than before. The little Taoist priest looked along the fragrance of flowers and saw a girl who was a thousand or ten thousand times more beautiful than any flower in the world. Even though he was still young and had never been close to women, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it at this time.

The girl saw a delicate and handsome little Taoist priest appeared under the reed mat, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face. She moved her lotus steps lightly, and came at a leisurely pace. With each step forward, the little Taoist priest's heart beat violently, and his already red cheeks were now as red as a blooming rose.

"Yuan...Yuanzhu...you...jiu..." The little Taoist priest's heart was beating violently, and his words were even more intermittent, without any trace of logic. He subconsciously wanted to stand up and exit Yuying Winery, but his legs were already weak and he could not stand up.

When the girl saw that the little Taoist priest had such an extraordinary appearance, she felt a little shy in her heart. But when she saw the little Taoist priest's expression, she couldn't help but laugh softly, "Haha, little Taoist priest, you are here to taste wine." Why do you want to leave as soon as you see the Nu family? Is it because the Nu family is so ugly that it frightens this little Taoist?"

The little Taoist priest suppressed his racing heart and stumbled: "Little... the little Taoist is from Longhushan Zheng... Zhang Xubai of the upright sect, I want... to buy a pot of wine to drink." But when he finished speaking After saying these words, it seemed that my heart could no longer be controlled and almost wanted to jump out of my chest. He quickly lowered his head, feeling that his cheeks were burning hot, and he no longer dared to look at the girl.

The girl was slightly startled when she heard the little Taoist priest tell her her name, and then she said with great happiness, "Sorry, sorry! Just now I was thinking about which temple could have such an extraordinary Taoist priest like you, but unexpectedly it was called a personal name." Little Celestial Master of the 'Pure Taoist', you can visit this humble home in person, it really makes Pengpi shine!"

Zhang Xubai smiled extremely shyly and summoned up the courage to say: "Yuan...Yuanzhu, you...you actually know Xiaodao? No...I wonder what your name is...how to call it?" "Little Celestial Master's." The Nu family has heard about your name for a long time. Yu Dandao and Qihuang have heard about your birth vision. If the Nu family hadn't lived far away in Quyue, they would have gone to Longhu Mountain to visit you. As for the name of the Nu family, you might as well ask. Guess." The girl pointed at the falling cherry blossoms with a smile.

Zhang Xubai looked at Luo Ying and said uncertainly: "Could it be that the Lord's name is Luo Ying? Falling flowers are deliberately falling with the flowing water, and there are cherry blossoms everywhere in the mountains and snow-covered bushes?"

The girl was slightly surprised and smiled shyly, "The little Heavenly Master is indeed very witty. It's just that the name of the slave family is Ying. It's not Ying from Sakura, but Ying from Qiong Ying. As for the surname, it's Hua."

Zhang Xubai whispered softly: "Hua Luoying, Hua Luoying, what a nice name. Only a fairy like the girl deserves such a name!"

"You...you said that the slave family is a fairy?" Hua Luoying lowered her head shyly, her gentle and beautiful face also had a spring color, turned around and walked slowly towards the backyard.

Zhang Xubai thought he was just thinking about it in his mind, but he actually said it out loud. He couldn't help but feel ashamed and regretful, and raised his hand to slap himself. But when his hand gathered strength and was about to fall on his cheek, he was reluctant to let it go. He quickly gathered his strength and only touched his face gently, "Miss Luoying, Xiaodao... Xiaodao just didn't mean to offend, please... …Please forgive me.”

Hua Luoying walked a few steps and turned back when she heard the sound, with a faint smile on her lips, "My parents are so old, this is the first time someone calls them a fairy. It's too late to be happy in my heart, so how can I be angry with you? Don’t you want to taste the Baihua Brewing made by me? I’ll bring you some wine right now.”

Zhang Xubai felt relieved when he heard that Hua Luoying was not angry, and said softly: "There is... a useful girl..."

Hua Luoying felt that the famous little Celestial Master in front of her not only lacked the arrogance of people in the martial arts world, but was actually naive, simple, introverted, and even cute. The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but become a little brighter, and her face was already blushing. It's also getting redder.

Zhang Xubai crossed his arms and hunched his shoulders, lowered his head slightly and looked at the table, curling himself up into a small ball. He kept recalling Hua Luoying's smile in his mind, and a shy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth for no reason.

He didn't wait long before Hua Luoying walked over slowly carrying a pot of fine Baihua brew. Zhang Xubai smelled the aroma of wine, flowers and her body fragrance, and his soul seemed to leave his body for a moment, drifting straight to the Yaochi.

Hua Luoying put the wine on the wooden table in front of him and smiled, "This bottle of wine from the slave family needs fifty taels of silver, not even a copper plate should be missing. I wonder how many bottles the little heavenly master wants?"

A second ago, Zhang Xubai was still intoxicated, feeling like he had suddenly ascended to the ninth level of the sky. But in a second, she said that this jug of wine actually cost fifty taels of silver. She fell into the twenty-fourth level of Fengdu hell. She couldn't help blurting out: "Luo... Miss Luoying, can this wine... can this wine..."

As a monk from Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, Zhang Xubai is a descendant of Zhang Daoling, the ancestral heavenly master. He usually donates more than tens of thousands of silver to the poor people. He has never bargained with others, so he only said half a sentence, no matter what. I can't say what's going on.

Hua Luoying knew that he thought the price of the wine was too high, so she hurriedly said: "Little Heavenly Master, don't be embarrassed. This price is set for those vulgar people who are illiterate. If you can compose a poem on the spot, as long as it is written correctly." With my kindness, I will give this pot of wine to you."

Zhang Xubai breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and said very shyly: "The wine flag is waving to call the clouds to return, and the fragrance spreads for nine days, but the movement is too small. The world has been neglected for hundreds of years, and who is the one who has the hatred and sorrow in the beauty? The cause and effect of the three generations Today I realize that the wind of life and death is the rise and fall of benevolence. It is difficult to go to Penglai to visit immortal friends and forget to sit down and have a cup of Qingxu..."

After he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head. His face was as red as two balls of flame, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. When Hua Luoying heard it for the first time, she felt that the poem not only rhymed, but also had a lot of artistic conception. She was about to praise him out loud, but seeing his appearance, she couldn't help but read the poem carefully, only to find that it was actually an acrostic poem. Her pretty face looked a little more shy than before.

The breeze blew gently, and the fallen flowers were in brilliant colors, decorating the quiet and elegant manor like a dream. Under the cherry blossom tree, a pair of beautiful people were facing each other like this, no one was embarrassed to say another word, and all the emotions were contained in the lowered eyes and faint smiles. (End of chapter)