[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Bai Pulu suppressed the ruthlessness in his eyes, and bowed to Cui Song in a similar manner: "I heard that Yuan's family of poetry and rites in Runan was passed down, and I never imagined that he would do such a thing like stealing an ax from a neighbor. I came here to borrow wine, I don't know if I will break the two of you..."

Feeling the coolness in his throat, he shut his mouth wisely, and said with a livid face, "If there is a collision, I hope Mr. Yuan Haihan."

"Borrowing wine?" Cui Song held the seven-foot long sword steadily, not believing this set of rhetoric, "How do you plan to borrow it?"

Bai Pulu stretched his hand into his bosom, feeling the edge of the sword getting closer, he stared at the big copper bell eyes: "I want to get something for the wine, why should Mr. Yuan be nervous."

Cui Song ignored him, and Jian Feng picked out the things hidden in his arms.With a sound of "dong", a blue cloth bag embroidered with white clouds fell to the ground, and the opening surrounded by red strings opened loosely, and a book fell out.

These days, books made of paper are considered rare, Cui Song couldn't help but take another look.

When the book fell on the ground, Bai Pulu felt distressed, and wanted to pick it up, but he didn't dare to pick it up because of the ice blade hanging around his neck: "This is Bai's sincerity."

Cui Song was amazed, he took the scabbard and turned over the book, and saw a few large characters on the title page: "Taiping Qing Lingshu".

……

Could it be Zhang Jiao's book of magic sticks?

Cui Songzheng was thinking uncertainly, and then heard Bai Pulu say: "This book conveys the destiny, and contains the way of cultivating immortals and eradicating evil. If Mr. Yuan is willing to part with you and give me these altars of spring apricot wine, I am willing to give this book I borrowed it from Mr. Yuan for your reading."

His tone was confident and generous.

However, Cui Song really wanted to tell him: There are so many modern things, and it is not uncommon for any Guoxue website to provide online reading.

"Let's not say whether this book is true or not," Cui Songdao said, "I'm not interested in alien alchemy. Do you think it's worth the trade to exchange useless things for useful things?"

Bai Pulu looked at Cui Song's face and was a little surprised to confirm that he was really not interested.

He originally thought that "extraordinary goods can live in", even if Mr. Yuan is not keen on magic arts, he must be curious about this book.Driven by curiosity, "Yuan Tan" will definitely agree to his request.At this moment, when it comes to trespassing, he only needs to insist that he came here to borrow wine, and "Yuan Tan" will not be able to argue with him anymore.

Who knew that things would be different from what he expected?

Knowing that "Young Master Yuan" is not easy to fool, Bai Pulu's heart suddenly changed.

Even if the situation did not develop as he thought, he never let go, insisting that he was here to borrow a drink.

Entering the house without consent?He waited at the door for a long time, but the master didn't come back. He was too cold, so he had to go into the house to hide.

Hidden behind curtains?It was not because he saw two people in disheveled clothes by the door and was afraid of disturbing Mr. Yuan's good business, so he made such a bad move.

Cui Song: ...you continue to make up.

Seeing that Cui Song refused to enter, Bai Pulu, who thought he had succumbed to the other party, was a little annoyed: "Mr. Yuan came from a long way, and my Baidi clan respects you as a guest of honor. But this is the territory of my Bai clan, sir. Aggressive, is it too much?"

If you can't be cunning, then play tricks.Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he broke into his own territory, "Yuan Tan", a foreigner who is borrowing, dares to tear himself apart with him?

"Since that's the case, I would like to ask Mr. Bai Zhuang to come with me. Just in time, Tan also wants to ask Chief Bai—is this kind of hospitality a tradition in Guizhai?"

Cui Song didn't want to talk nonsense with Bai Pulu anymore.Since this guy has nothing to fear and believes that he is an outsider who dares not do anything to him, then he will do as he wishes, without doing anything, and just hand him over to his dear leader.

Cui Song had already learned from other people in the village that this person was at peace with the white leader but had a disagreement, so if he brought this matter to the front, the white leader would probably be happy to see it happen.

As Cui Song expected, the two did not deal with each other.

Upon hearing the subtext in his words, Bai Pulu's face suddenly changed.

The facial muscles tensed, trembled slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

He glanced at Cui Song in a vague way, and the hand on the skirt of his clothes jerked violently, as if he would violently hurt someone in the next moment.

"Boom" sound.

Bai Pulu stared angrily, and fell down slowly.

Guo Jia rubbed his forehead, looking like he was suffering from a hangover and headache: "It's really noisy."

Cui Song stared silently at Guo Jia who appeared behind Bai Pulu at some point, glanced down, and passed the "weapon" used to smash people.

If he read it correctly, this earthenware fragment... seems to be the wine jar of spring apricot wine?

Cui Song turned to the corner, and as expected, there were only five jars left in a crooked row.

Cui Song roughly estimated the water stains on the ground, a little unbelievable: "Did you drink half of the altar again?"

Although the strength of this wine is not high, the capacity of the jug is not small, and the volume of one and a half jars... can be equivalent to 20 modern bottles of beer.

Guo Jia raised his sleeve to wipe off the wine stains from the corners of his lips, took a step forward, and stepped on the sleeve arrow that Bai Pulu had hidden in his hand before he passed out.He squinted his eyes half-drunk and half-awake, and said in a nasal voice: "What time is it?"

"Third watch." Cui Song picked up the "Taiping Qingling Book" on the ground, flipped through it casually, "Brother Guo, are you interested in this book?"

"Even if it's nonsense, as long as it has something to say, it's worth reading." Guo Jia lazily replied, reaching out to Cui Song, and took the Taiping Sutra.After casually flipping through a few pages, he smiled and said, "Xiao Yu sees each other, you can listen to it, but you can't believe it."

Cui Song said that he didn't understand what Guo Jia was saying at all.

But he looked calm, "If you can't believe it, you can only believe this conclusive statement. Zhang Tiangong's power is roughly like this."

Guo Jia put down the book, and suppressed the carelessness on his face: "Indeed."

The two maintained the original state of the scene, called nearby night watchmen, and told the ins and outs of the incident one by one.The night watchman didn't dare to make decisions without authorization, and he was afraid of the leader's order "not to neglect the distinguished guests", so he had to press the unconscious Bai Pulu to the main village and find the leader to make a decision.

Then, Guo Jia bid farewell to Cui Song, staggered back to his residence, and took the Taiping Jing before leaving.

Cui Song washed his face, lay down on the bed in the room, and fell asleep drowsily under the lingering smell of alcohol.

In the dream, he seemed to see "myself" playing basketball with students from other departments.The roommate of the same team went through untold hardships and passed him the last ball that carried the hope of the whole team, and he smiled slightly, standing outside the three-point line, separated by many human-shaped mountains, and threw the ball in his hand with precision. Throw a hollow ball (cleanshot).

Whistle, three points, game over.

The team from their academy finally defeated the adjacent academy by 2 points.

……

It must not be him who will miss a three-pointer in this way.

Cui Song, who is good at close-range shooting but always loves three-pointers, is very calm.

He took a step forward, passing through the excited shouting crowd, trying to see clearly the "self" in the dream.

And "he" turned his head without disappointment, and met his gaze impartially across the crowded crowd.

A smile that seemed familiar, yet extremely strange.

"Those who are good at fighting should look for power. It's like turning a round stone on a mountain of a thousand feet. [1]"

Cui Song: "...Speak human words."

"Instead of passively waiting, it is better to take the initiative."

Cui Song was about to ask again, but he heard the noise around him getting louder.

An elephant that appeared out of nowhere walked slowly to the edge of the pool, took a splash of water with its nose, and sprayed it with a "chuck" at him.

The elephant's trunk was like a water gun, and it didn't weaken after spraying for dozens of seconds.

……

Cui Song wiped off the water on his face, and sat up expressionlessly.

There is no elephant, but it happened to be raining while he was sleeping, and the roof leaked, and his face was drenched.

Cui Song moved to the side, avoiding the dripping rain, and wrung out the wet corner of his clothes.

He never thought that one day, he would actually experience the feeling of "a dilapidated house being rained all night".

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, falling in strands on the edge of the bed and splashing on his arms.

Cui Song moved to the side, then moved to the side again...

"Wow, why is water leaking everywhere?"

When he was feeling angry and helpless, there were two sudden knocks on the door outside.

Cui Song took the saber, jumped over the deep and shallow puddles on the ground, went to the outer room and opened the door.

The door opened, and what caught his eyes was a face he had never seen before. Cui Song crossed the sword without hesitation.

"Who are you?"

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[1] It is composed of two half-sentences in "Sun Tzu's Art of War", which means that a good fighter will strive to create a favorable situation, just like pushing a stone from a high mountain.