The Beacon of Kyushu

Wan Jianfeng ran along the road for a while, and suddenly he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the opposite side. It seemed that someone was running wildly too. Wan Jianfeng was startled and instinctively wanted to hide in the nearby woods, but he listened carefully and realized that there was only one person on the other side, and his footsteps were extremely panicked and scattered, as if he didn't know any martial arts, and he couldn't help but feel curious. .

Soon, a hawker carrying an empty load came running from a distance. He kept looking back while running as fast as he could, as if a savage beast was chasing him behind him. Wan Jianfeng saw that the vendor was even more embarrassed than he was. He felt a little funny for no reason and strode towards him.

"Hey!" The vendor ran so fast that he didn't notice when a young man walked over and bumped into Wan Jianfeng. He only thought that the man behind him was chasing him. He screamed in fright, threw away his burden and ran away.

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly grabbed his back and said with a smile: "Hey, brother, I am a human being, not a mountain spirit. Why are you running away? Are you afraid that I will eat you in one bite?"

The vendor let out a sigh of relief when he heard a young man's voice behind him, "Phew, I was scared to death! I...I thought the drunkard in white was chasing me!"

"A drunkard in white clothes?" Wan Jianfeng was shocked and said excitedly: "You said there is a drunkard in white clothes over there? I wonder what he looks like?"

The hawker timidly pointed to the east and said: "Well... that drunkard in white has a goatee, he is not too tall, and he looks quite elegant, but he is very sloppy and smells of alcohol all over his body. At first I just thought he was a poor poet and didn't pay much attention to him, but... I didn't expect him to forcefully buy the good wine I selected for the Holy Cult, and he would beat me up when I refused to sell it to him. It looked too bad. ...It’s so scary!”

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly asked: "Come on, has this drunkard in white told you his last name? Or has he shown his sword to you?"

The hawker shook his head and said: "He bought and sold by force as soon as he came up. He insisted on the two jars of good wine I picked up. How can I ask this? Looking at the wine gourd hanging on your waist, I guess there must be a good bar in there. I advise you to avoid causing trouble and take a detour!”

Wan Jianfeng laughed and thought to himself, "Whether it is from the mother's mouth or from the history lecturers, isn't this young hero's father always the image of a drunkard in white clothes? Isn't it possible that this young hero has worked hard to find him for so many years? In the end, there is no way to find it, and it takes no effort! Even if I am caught by the evil ghosts behind me, I will not take a detour today!"

The hawker didn't know what the young man in front of him was thinking. While he was dazed, he broke free from his control and continued to run forward. But before he could lift his legs, there was another heavy and fast footsteps behind him. The hawker thought it was the drunkard in white who was chasing him. His legs were so frightened that he couldn't even move half a step.

In a blink of an eye, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were in front of the two people in an instant. Wan Jianfeng became even more amused when he saw that the person running over was also a hawker, "Hey, brother, you are also a wine seller, right? Is it possible that your wine was also snatched away by a drunkard in white?"

After hearing Wan Jianfeng's words, the vendor regarded him as a living god and immediately knelt down in front of him. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly supported him and said with a smile: "Brother, what are you doing? You didn't sell the wine, so you came to this young hero to ask for money?"

"God, I am a local citizen in Wushan. I make a living by selling wine every day. Recently, the Holy Cult ordered a batch of wine from me. I got up early in the morning and went to the mountain to pick wine for them. Unexpectedly, I was drunk just now. I met a drunkard in white in Xianting. He was unreasonable and insisted on buying the two barrels of good wine I brought up the mountain. If I didn’t sell it to him, he would beat me up!”

When the hawker heard this, he quickly turned around with a sympathetic expression on his face, "Brother, my wine was also forcibly bought by that drunkard in white! You said that all the members of the Holy Religion are not fuel-efficient lamps. How should I explain it to them?" The hawker later said with a depressed face, almost crying: "Who says otherwise, maybe we will all be recognized as evil ghosts who deliberately played tricks on them, and they will tear us apart alive! "

Wan Jianfeng looked at this, then that, and said with a smile: "Hey, since you said that the drunkard in white was buying your wine forcibly instead of robbing you of your wine, he must be giving you money?"

The two hawkers nodded and said: "The silver was given, and he was quite generous. One payment was a whole ingot of silver! If it were normal, even if we had been selling wine for several years, the net profit would not have been less than half a ingot of silver!"

Wan Jianfeng laughed and said: "Haha, you have met the living God of Wealth! In this case, why are none of you happy, but instead frowning, as if you have just found a piece of silver?"

The two vendors said in unison: "We are locals, and the Holy Religion has been here for several years. We can only support our families by relying on the Holy Religion. That drunkard in white is absolutely unreliable!"

While the three of them were talking, they suddenly saw four or five hawkers running up on the mountain road opposite, carrying empty loads, all looking like they were mourning for their heirs. When the two vendors saw the people running towards them, they smiled bitterly and said, "Haha, it seems there are quite a lot of brothers and sisters in trouble today!"

Wan Jianfeng was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people. He rose and fell behind four or five vendors and flew towards where everyone came from. All the vendors looked at his back, as if they were looking at a madman who would not listen to good advice and wanted to die, and they all let out a long sigh in their hearts...

Wan Jianfeng ran along the road for a while, and saw that the mountains in front of him were particularly deep and beautiful, and the sound of rumbling water could be faintly heard. The further he moved forward, the louder the sound of the water flow became. At first it was very pleasant, but later it sounded like bursts of muffled thunder in his ears, which was quite thrilling.

After a while, Wan Jianfeng finally reached an open platform. But in front of this place is a cliff with a height of a hundred feet, and behind it is a cliff as tall as a cloud. Ancient pines and old trees hang upside down between strange rocks, and flying waterfalls pour into the deep ravine. Between the cliff and the cliff stands a stone pavilion paved with black tiles. On the left stone pillar is engraved "Carpe diem with a glass of wine", on the right stone pillar is engraved "Wash away the eternal name", and in the middle of the horizontal plaque is "Zuixian Pavilion" "The three big characters were actually written by Taibai himself.

At this moment, a drunkard of short stature, with blurred eyes, wearing a shabby turban, a loose white robe, and a strange belt around his waist was lying in the pavilion. There were many wine barrels and wine jars lying around him, but he seemed to be still not satisfied. He kept holding a jar of good wine and refused to let it go, "Last night at the foot of Wushan Mountain, the sound of apes was heard in my dreams. Peach blossoms were flying on the green water, and in March under Qutang . The jade-colored wind blows away, and the king of Chu is traveling south. He is carrying Song Yu in his arms, visiting ancient times and wearing clothes..."

After the drunkard chanted, he poured another big mouthful of wine into his mouth and ignored the water splashing on his white robe, "Menghan, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, but the person I think of when I'm drunk is still the same. It's you...it's still you..."

Wan Jianfeng wasn't sure just now, but when the drunkard mentioned Meng Han again, he immediately concluded that the person in front of him must be Wan Mengsheng, whom he had been searching for for more than ten years, and couldn't help but burst into tears. He rushed into the pavilion in two steps, hugged the drunkard in white, and shouted: "Father!" (End of Chapter)