Brother Xiu's Sickness Jianghu Road

Yangguan ancient road, dense forest Qianxi, maple forest outside the city is like fire, golden red maple forest swaying across half of the hilltop, extending along the rippling stream to invisible places.

It is obviously the season of cold and twelfth winter, but the biting north wind can't blow this place.The red maple forest in Xiling Mountain, which is snowing heavily in mid-winter, is a rare sight. Elsewhere, the sky is gloomy and frost-covered, and here is a pleasant and refreshing autumn scene.There are official roads in Fenglin, and there are few merchants, officials and guests. This area is indeed remote. It is not bad to see a few living people passing by the door every day.In the depths of the maple forest, accompanied by streams and shallows, there is a teahouse with a dark tiled roof and high eaves faintly visible in the fiery maple forest.

The sun was just right today, and a fine horse was parked outside the door. A brightly dressed girl in light yellow clothes looked up at the plaque hanging on the gate of the teahouse. A few big characters reveal a distant and open-minded artistic conception - there is a teahouse.

The girl's oval face immediately smiled brightly, and she secretly laughed in her heart: This teahouse is really called Youjian Teahouse, which is a bit interesting.The elder sister mentioned this place a few days ago, the tea in the tea house is good tea, but the dim sum served with the tea is unspeakably unpalatable.And the stories told by Mr. Storyteller are full of wit and wit.Today we have to explore the truth.

Thinking about it in her heart, she stepped into the tea house with her legs crossed. As soon as she entered the door, she escaped from the bright sunlight outside the house and entered the bright space inside the house.The layout, every corner, every piece of decoration, is not so much a teahouse, but an elegant house.A few tables and chairs were scattered in the spacious space. At this time, the table near the window was occupied by four people. The bare-armed beggars sat on a bench with bent legs, drinking in big bowls, chatting and laughing happily, just like a reckless uncle in the world.Next to them were Master Tiance, Master Cangjian, Master Mingjiao, and the Waigong Dream Team led Yimingjiao to drink and play bridge. The four of them also played with great interest, making the teahouse lively.

The girl who had just entered the door looked around curiously, and didn't think how about the four men, but felt that the scenery of the shallow stream reflecting the golden leaves outside their table and window was more beautiful than other places.Thinking like this, she picked a table and sat down, leaned her neck up and continued to look at the furnishings in the house, and inadvertently saw a few weapons on the high shelf in the corner, but it made her eyes widen, her family has been a swordsmith for generations , family background, although she is not good at learning, she still has good eyesight. Aren't the few weapons randomly placed on the shelf the magic weapons forged by thousands of gold in the sword furnace of Tibetan Sword Villa in previous years?She couldn't restrain herself from wanting to stand up and take a closer look, but just as her butt was a few inches away from the bench, a large living person appeared in front of her silently.

"Does the girl want tea or dinner?"

It was another Tiance man, who was so tall that she had to look up. When she looked up, she saw that this man was younger than the four people by the window, only in his early twenties, with a face like But it's unattainable by ordinary people...beautiful.

She worriedly looked at the other person's face, which was not so good-looking as a real person, and saw that there was an undispelled gloom between the other person's brows, making him look like an old man's calm and twilight.She glanced at the weapon in the corner again with reluctant eyes, put her butt back on the bench and sat down again, "I heard that the tea in this tea house is rare and good tea, so I would like to make a cup of tea."

The handsome Tiance youth nodded upon hearing the words, then turned to ask the table of beggars who were playing bridge, "Little brother, what kind of spring water did you play today?"

The beggar gang who was playing cards happily replied quickly, "In the backyard, there are Yangya Yunquan, Yuehongxianquan, Fragrance-free Real Water, Lingshan Miaoyu, which can soak in Xishan Bailu, Mengding Stone Flower, Emei White Tea, and Guzhu Purple Bamboo Shoots. A few days ago, Kexi went to the mountains to collect green bamboo morning dew, and I guess he will be back today. The New Year’s goods brought by Ye Trustee include fairy cliff stone flowers, and when Kexi comes back, there will be new tea to drink."

The Tiance youth who received the report from his younger brother nodded, and turned to today's guests and said, "Girl, do you like some teas like Xishan Bailu, Mengding Stone Flower, Emei White Tea, and Guzhu Zisun?"

The girl's eyes were already bright, "There is Emei white tea. I didn't expect this teahouse to be remote, but the objects are rare. Just make a pot of Emei white tea. Do you have any snacks?"

"..." Hearing the girl's offer of snacks, Tiance youth couldn't bear to turn his head to ask the bridge player, "Is the master or the master in the kitchen today?"

This time, the person who answered was the personable and handsome son of the rich family, Mr. Cangjian, "Master went out fishing this morning, and Master also went with him."

Thinking that there was no one in the kitchen and no snacks, the big brother Roland escaped the catastrophe. When he breathed a sigh of relief for the stomach of the guests, Nini, the master of Mingjiao, copied his non-standard Chinese dialect and added, "Today the kitchen Isn't Hisoka here?"

"Ah... I don't want to eat lunch." Li Linghan grabbed a few bridge cards and said without thinking.

"I don't want to eat either." Ye Xin continued.

For Hisoka, who has truly inherited the culinary skills of Ning Dacao, who is invincible in killing people and setting fires, and his iron stomach, which is okay to eat dog shit, everyone keeps a respectful distance from his dishes.Eating a bad stomach is a trivial matter, but eating a life is a big loss.

The girl didn't quite understand what kind of charades the people in the teahouse were playing, so she asked puzzled, "Could it be that the desserts in this teahouse are really as bad as the rumors say, hard to swallow?"

As she spoke, the poker-playing Dream Team led Mingjiao and continued to bow their heads to play their cards, as if they hadn't heard her question, while Roland, the big brother who was a guest at the restaurant's sophomore, took responsibility and was not afraid of revenge from the restaurant chef, so he answered calmly, "It's not that the daily dim sum is hard to swallow. The storyteller doesn't go to the back kitchen to make trouble, and the dim sum made by the chef is also delicious."

"Is Mr. Storyteller here today?" the girl asked further.

"He went out fishing."

"I heard that the storyteller here can tell all the anecdotes and anecdotes of the world. I'm here today, and I don't want to miss his storytelling."

"If the girl is not in a hurry, he will be back at noon." After Roland finished speaking, he did not exchange greetings with her. He went straight to the backyard to fetch spring water, got the tea set, and brewed a pot of Emei white tea for her.

The purple clay-like purple sand tea set used for making tea has a pattern of lotus pond birds on the body of the pot, and it is equipped with four small purple clay cups, which is simple and simple.The tea set as a whole showed the moistness after long-term brewing. After estimating the price of this set of tea sets in her mind, she couldn't help but think that this teahouse is remote and the customers are sparse, but there are many good things hidden in it.She had heard that this tea house was opened by a pair of men after returning to a hermit mountain residence. It has been five years since they sat here. There is no shortage of good tea and stories here, but there is a shortage of tea drinkers and story listeners.For some reason, not many people come here.

Maybe the place is just too remote to find.She was thinking like this, drank tea, her thoughts drifted away, and from time to time, she heard the bridge player over there who was proud of winning or not caring about losing, and started a new game with a few innocuous noises.The handsome young man who entertained her just now sat behind the counter and read a book quietly as if he didn't notice anything outside.The taste of time and time is silently immersed in this teahouse.

Until a man dressed as the Five Poison Sect came from the backyard. He was wiping his hands with a piece of white silk cloth in his hand. He didn't know where the blood stained the white silk cloth scarlet. He seemed to have not learned the Central Plains dialect well. With a strange tone, he came to ask his brothers, "I'm going to make shredded pork pancakes with Beijing sauce and roasted whole lamb, eat more."

Thinking that Hisoka is an out-and-out actionist, I am afraid that the sheep has already been roasted by his skin cramps. Li Linghan and Ye Xin, the brothers and sisters, have a good understanding, and immediately throw away the bad luck in their hands and go to the kitchen. Go, "Eat roasted whole lamb, let's go see how the sheep is doing."

The two of them were blown away like a gust of wind, and Roland gave full play to his senior brother's true qualities, turned a page without moving, and continued to read his book.Hisoka wiped his hands, looked at the beggar gang Sanguan who was green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right, and then at the Mingjiao Nini who was dressed in gold and jewelry and all kinds of western styles, "It's playing cards, it's second-class." As he said that, he sat down in Li Linghan's original position.

As a result, the situation became three players and one player, and Ning Sanguan yelled at the counter, "Playing cards with three players and one player, come 'big brother' or 'that girl'."

The elder brother waved his hand to express that he didn't want to play poker. The girl thought about it and said that she doesn't know how to play bridge and doesn't want to learn bridge.

The three men sat and stared at each other for a while, and a 1.3-meter-tall loli jumped in at the gate, with white hair, a purple-blue skirt, and a pair of sparkling delicate silver jewelry, "~My stupid brother And juniors, I'm back."

Ning Sanguan smiled, "Kexi, come quickly when you play cards. If you win, I will give you a dowry."

Cauchy bared him to express his disdain for the dowry, "Don't be stupid and watch as if I can get married."

The short Loli jumped out of the door again, and in a blink of an eye she went to the backyard with a large vat as easily as if she was holding a ball of cotton.

不久之后后院里传来她的咆哮：“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！你们烤羊为什么还往羊肚子里塞coriander!!!"

The scream that broke the normal lung capacity quickly washed away the ears of everyone in the teahouse, and then a man in plain clothes rushed in at the gate, holding a fishing rod in his hand with a piece of grass on it that he didn't know where to pick. He walked towards the backyard with a broken face, "Has the sheep that I have raised for a year been slaughtered? Has my sheep been slaughtered??? My year-long painstaking effort! (—言—)"

The Taoist priest who was carrying the fish basket behind him calmly followed him to the backyard leisurely.

People in the front hall of the teahouse noticed Hisoka, the acting chef for lunch today, stood up without changing his face, jumped out of the window, and quickly ran away without a trace.Nini immediately picked up the white silk cloth that Hisoka had used to wipe the blood on his hands, and after Ning Dacao confirmed that the lamb that had been raised for a year was dead, he came to the front hall with a sad face to arrest the murderer .Nini unfolded the blood-stained hand towel and showed Ningxiu the evidence. At the same time, Ning Sanguan sternly testified that the murderer was the crazy five-poison man, and pointed out the escape route of Hisoka.Ningxiu soon jumped out of the window and ran away without a trace.

In the back kitchen, Daochang Yongji, the real chef of this tea house, used his culinary skills to turn decay into magic, reversed the taste of roasted whole lamb smoked with coriander, and turned it back into a mouth-watering roasted lamb with full color, fragrance and mouth-watering taste. When he put the whole lamb in the front hall for everyone to taste, Ningxiu came back with Hisoka who had been beaten and disfigured again.Hisoka touched the wound on his face, decided to eat enough before taking medicine, sat down and ate mutton happily with a blade.

Ning Xiuzhen was eating his once favorite sheep with a heartbroken appearance. After gnawing off a leg of lamb, the Daoist Daoist asked him if he wanted to eat, and Ning Dacao nodded repeatedly to express his dear The lamb is delicious. Let me have a leg of lamb again.

Gnawing on the second leg of lamb, Ning Dacao finally recovered from the news of his beloved pet being slaughtered. He looked at the strange girl with an oval face at the table, "Young lady, she looks strange, but this is the first time you've come back to our teahouse?"

Because of the hospitality of Ning Dacao's family, the girl who ate the delicious roasted whole lamb from Shan Ruliu was full of greasy brows and smiled, "It's the first time I come here. I am from the Liu family in Shu Township. My name is Yuanyuan. I have heard storytelling for a long time. Sir daimyo, today is to listen to the story."

Since living in seclusion with Yongji, Ningxiu has been full of enthusiasm for strangers who rarely come here, "What kind of story do you want to hear?"

Liu Yuanyuan was also not polite, and said frankly, "I am young, and I have heard many rumors about a story about an astonishingly talented Chunyang swordsman who spent years waiting for his sweetheart decades ago. I envy him in my heart." Such sincere feelings."

"You want to hear the story of this swordsman?" Ningxiu raised his eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile.

Liu Yuanyuan glanced over Ning Xiu's frosty white hair, stared at his pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said seriously, "No, what I want to hear is the story of his sweetheart."

"There are a lot of rumors about the swordsman in Jianghu, but we don't know anything about his sweetheart. I wonder what kind of person is favored by the swordsman who has been waiting half his life."