Lu Qingyun came to the small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, changed into a scholar's robe, hired a carriage and headed towards Zhongnan Mountain.
After urging the driver along the way, we finally arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain in half a month.
After paying the fare, Lu Qingyun walked quickly towards the ancient tomb deep in Zhongnan Mountain.
When I arrived at the door of the ancient tomb, I pressed the button and shouted excitedly as I walked.
"Qin'er, father-in-law, I'm back."
There was no echo at all in the ancient tomb, which made Lu Qingyun a little strange.
He quickly came to the room and was shocked when he saw that Yang Yaoqin's dressing table was covered with dust.
Looking around, it was obvious that no one had lived in the room for some time.
Seeing a letter under the teapot on the round table, Lu Qingyun quickly walked a few steps to the table, picked up the dusty letter and opened it eagerly.
Juanxiu's familiar handwriting came into view, and Lu Qingyun was a little confused.
Why did you go to Dali so well?
Lu Qingyun put the letter in his arms, wiped the room, and then wrote the same letter and pressed it under the teapot.
The content of the letter was that he was afraid that the two of them would miss each other again. If she came back, she would wait for him in the ancient tomb.
It was a long way to Dali, so Lu Qingyun took some silver and embarked on the road to find his wife.
The road between Zhongnan Mountain and Dali is far away, and the Central Plains is in great turmoil.
In order to avoid trouble, Lu Qingyun took a detour to the south of the Yangtze River.
On this day,
Arrive at Gusu City.
Watching the merchants coming and going from the pier, I suddenly wanted to eat Taihu boat dishes.
So he walked to the fishing boat moored at the pier and asked loudly: "Boatman, can we cook on the boat?"
The old boatman who was sleeping on the deck took off his bamboo hat from his face, and his old and dark face showed doubts.
It feels like the young man on the shore is probably stupid because of reading. They go fishing all year round, so they naturally have pots and stoves on board.
I just don’t understand why this young man asked like this.
"There are cooking stoves in the boat. Why does the scholar ask?"
It would be nice to have it!
A smile appeared on Lu Qingyun's face, "Boatman, I want to charter your fishing boat to explore the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake, and have some food and drinks on the boat. Is it possible?"
The boatman was naturally happy with such a good thing, and nodded quickly, "Of course, does the scholar want to prepare anything to eat?"
Lu Qingyun jumped on the fishing boat and threw five taels of silver to the boatman, "Just help me get ten kilograms of good sorghum wine."
"Okay, you sit on the boat first, and I'll call the family to cook."
After a while, the boatman and his wife came back carrying two jars of sorghum wine.
Lu Qingyun lost another five taels of silver, "Can the rest be used as shipping fare?"
"That's enough, that's enough." The boatman's wife smiled happily.
"Sir, please sit down and I'll start the boat."
The weather is good, and a drizzle begins to fall on Taihu Lake.
The water and sky are the same color, and the boat seems to be walking in a painting.
Lu Qingyun stood at the bow of the boat, in high spirits, took out the jade flute from behind and started playing.
"Scholar, haha." The boatman put on his coir raincoat with a smile and slowly rowed.
"Master, we only have fish and shrimps on the boat. I don't know if the young master in front of me doesn't like it."
"It's okay, these sour scholars like this tone."
The corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth turned up and he called out to his confidant.
In his previous life, he spent a lot of effort to prepare an authentic Taihu boat meal.
"Can the gentleman who plays the flute in the lake be allowed to board the boat?"
When Lu Qingyun heard this, he turned around and saw a burly man waving to him on the shore of the lake in the distance.
"Sir, bandits are rampant in Taihu Lake, so it's better to be careful?"
A kind reminder from boatmen who fish in Taihu Lake all year round.
"Thank you to the boatman for taking the trouble to pretend that he is not a pirate. Come closer."
With nothing to do, Lu Qingyun also wanted to see what the man had planned.
If it's really a water bandit, just take care of it.
The boat was still ten feet away from the shore, and the burly man jumped on board with two huge wine jars in his arms.
After the boat rocked for a while, it stabilized.
"I heard the young master playing the flute just now. He was so heroic. Xiao Feng, I apologize for disturbing you."
Xiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south.
It turned out to be the famous leader of the Beggars Gang.
Lu Qingyun's eyes were full of curiosity and he kept looking around.
"Sir, is there anything wrong with Xiao Feng?"
Qiao Feng asked doubtfully.
"Haha, forgive Qingyun for being rude. Gang leader Xiao is famous all over the world. When I saw him today, he was indeed so heroic."
Lu Qingyun clasped his fists with a smile on his face.
"I am not the leader of the Beggar Clan, nor am I Qiao Feng, a Han, but Xiao Feng, a Khitan."
There was a lonely look in Xiao Feng's eyes.
"Whether it's Qiao Feng or Xiao Feng, they are all great heroes in Qingyun's eyes!"
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up.
Along the way, everyone treated him as a foreigner and a great villain, except for the young master in front of him who didn't look at him differently.
"May I ask if the young master is Lu Qingyun, the master of Yuxiao from the Wudang sect?"
Lu Qingyun was stunned.
How did he get the nickname Mr. Yuxiao?
But it sounds good, so I’ll use this name from now on.
"Young Master Yuxiao, Brother Xiao just calls me Qingyun."
"Xiao Feng is lucky enough to meet Qingyun!" Xiao Feng clasped his fists.
The Wudang faction defeats the Mongolian Tatars, Lu Qingyun swords against the traitor Dongfang Bai of the Beggar Gang, and the story of the battle against the two elders Xuan Ming has spread throughout the martial arts world.
"I'm so lucky to meet my brother today. How can I not drink thirty or fifty bowls in such a scene!"
Xiao Feng patted the wine vat beside him and said, "The boatman brings the bowl."
The boatman's wife took two bowls and dried small fish, "Young Master, a strong man, small dried fish is the best for drinking wine."
"Thank you."
Xiao Feng scooped two bowls of wine from the wine jar and handed one to Lu Qingyun, "What Xiao Feng admires most in his life is the hero who killed the Tatars. Brother Qingyun, please."
"Brother Xiao, you're welcome. Drinking is just drinking. We won't talk about anything else."
Lu Qingyun finished it in one gulp.
Sorghum wine with a content of over 30 degrees is considered strong alcohol in this era, but it cannot be compared with the Liuliangye he refined.
"What brother said is that drinking is drinking. I will punish myself with three bowls."
Xiao Feng laughed loudly and drank three large bowls in one go.
"Come on, do it." Qiao Feng raised the bowl again.
Lu Qingyun was not afraid at all and did it in one breath.
He started making wine at the age of ten, and he grew up in a wine vat. For him, this low-alcohol wine is only slightly higher than beer.
"Brother, I heard that you can also use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. I wonder who your master is?"
"Well, my brother is a little abrupt, but I don't want to express my doubts or displeasure. If it's really inconvenient to talk about it, then forget it."
Inquiring about the origin of other people's martial arts is a big taboo in the martial arts world. If this palm technique was a secret that was not passed down by the Beggar Clan, Xiao Feng would not ask about it.
"If it were anyone else, Qingyun would definitely not say that. Brother Xiao is a good man with righteousness and righteousness, so that's another matter."
Among the eight demi-gods, Lu Qingyun's favorite is the righteous Xiao Feng.
Every time I see that section of the Shaolin Temple, I always feel emotional and lament his final suicide.
"The Condor Hero."
Lu Qingyun nodded with a smile on his face.
Xiao Feng looked very surprised when he heard this. After drinking three large bowls of wine, he suppressed his surprise.
"The Condor Hero is still alive?"
Lu Qingyun smiled and said nothing.
Xiao Feng immediately woke up and clasped his fists.
The previous leader of the Beggar Clan had been greatly favored by the Condor Heroes. Although the two were not sworn sworn brothers, it was very possible that they could teach Yang Guo the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Masters.
"Brother Xiao, I heard that your drinking capacity is quite strong, shall we compare?"
Lu Qingyun opened another vat of wine and drank ten bowls in a row.
