The morning sun shone into the wine shop, and the old shopkeeper was whistling, teasing the bird in the cage. The bird was as cold as a fairy on the mountain. The old man was more motivated and showed off his skills, and his whistle was blowing smoothly.

The young shop clerk was working diligently to clean the house. The already spotless table and stool became more and more clean. He sniffed from time to time and carefully wiped the sleeves, and his whole body was filled with a satisfied look.

It seems that for the young man who sells wine in the upside down, cleaning up a room of things is the greatest happiness in the world.

Chen Ping'an, who was lying on the wine table, woke up leisurely. He did not have the headache of being drunk, but he was in a daze and sat in a daze, trying to remember what happened last night, but he couldn't remember at all. He only remembered the Forget-you wine that he promised the couple to come to drink, who was the couple, what did they talk to, and when they left, all forgot about it.

It was clearly stated that it was Wangyou wine, but what exactly did you forget?

Chen Ping'an felt even more sad, and always felt a faint sadness lingering in his heart, which could not be removed.

Just like the dawn of the sky, an oriole bird stayed on the loess window of the ancestral home in Niping Lane, chirping, a little disturbing the dream, but reluctant to drive it away.

Chen Ping'an looked around and saw the hard-working shop boy, the leisurely old shopkeeper.

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively: "Checkout?"

The young guy squatting on the ground and wiping a table leg grinned and didn't say anything.

The old man smiled and said, "You have drunk four jars of wine in total, three of which were given by me. You kid really have to pay the account of a jar of wine."

Chen Ping'an asked: "How much does it cost?"

The old man laughed: "Money? If you really have to spend money to buy a jar of yellow rice wine, that would be a bit too much."

The young man named Xu Jia by the shopkeeper chuckled and said, "Last night, a rich young master from Aizhou came here and wanted to buy a jar of Wangyou wine to take home. The shopkeeper was unwilling to sell it. He said it was not a matter of money. The boy pestered him and insisted on asking for the price. As a result, he was frightened when he asked for the price. He was so scared that he hadn't sat on the steps outside the door and was probably not giving up."

Chen Ping'an asked, "Liu Youzhou?"

The old man nodded, "It's this little guy, the future head of Liu's family in Ai'aizhou, who is known as the boy Duobao. He is a piece of abbot and has many magic weapons. Because of the ape's ravage man, the Overhang Mountain knows the name of this rich young master. Once, he was trained with people in the Middle Earth God Island. When he encountered a strong enemy, he took out seven top-grade magic weapons for attack in one breath, and then made himself look like a turtle shell. Not to mention the original name of the saint, the god-man Chenglu armor was worn by two pieces, and the other seven people forced to kill a yin earth immortal object that was higher than the two realms of them."

Obviously, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, this little guy is worth a few more nagging and smiles: "I can't even help but want to give him a bowl of yellow wine."

Chen Ping'an was a little ashamed. Liu Youzhou was so afraid of death.

Chen Ping'an was a little nervous, "Old sir, how do you settle the money?"

The old man thought for a while, "I haven't thought about how to settle the score yet, and I'll look for you when I think about it later."

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt a heart that was up and down.

The old man smiled and said, "It is also possible that I can't remember you for the rest of your life, so don't be afraid."

Chen Ping'an breathed a little relieved.

Chen Ping'an got up and was about to leave the wine shop. The old man asked, "Boy, there is still half a jar of yellow rice wine left. Don't drink it before leaving?"

Chen Ping'an reached out and shook the jar of wine. It was true that there was still a small jar left. He said in confusion: "Can't you take it away?"

The old man shook his head and said, "If you take it away, you will never forget your worries. It is worse than ordinary wine. It is a waste of resources. I advise you not to do such stupid things. This wine is a bit of a trick. In fact, the couple will treat you now. It is a waste of a lot. The later you drink, the better. But the word "was hard to find the best". Just live by it, it's a good thing."

Chen Ping'an sat down again and asked curiously: "Isn't it called Wangyou wine? Why do the shopkeeper often say it is Huangliang wine?"

The boy named Xu Jia widened his eyes and looked like a ghost in the daytime, "Don't you know where this is?"

Chen Ping'an became more and more strange, "Isn't it that the mountain is hanging upside down?"

Xu Jia grinned and said, "Then you must have heard of the Huangliang Blessings, right?"

Chen Ping'an still shook his head.

The old man helped Chen Ping'an to free the siege, "It's normal that you don't know. This blessed land is the same as the Lizhu Cave Heaven in your hometown, and it was ruined."

Xu Jia quickly threw away the rag and said anxiously: "Shopkeeper, let me say, the lady said that I was very handsome when I talked about this."

The old man laughed and said, "Either my daughter is blind or she is talking nonsense after drinking too much. Which one do you think is more likely?"

"Miss is fine!"

Xu Jia coughed, moistened his throat and said seriously: "Now, there are only a few ruins left in this blessed land of Huangliang. When the blessed land of Huangliang was the most glorious in the early years, frustrated people in the world had to go there. It was very lively, with beautiful scenery, beautiful wine and dreams. This blessed land is full of beautiful scenery, and it is guaranteed to be in line with the wishes. This is the most rare place and can reflect a person's heart of Tao. Many monks in the Yupu realm who barely entered the five realms of the world, who had luckily broken through the realm, actually used many hundred secret techniques and side-door ways, so they had to go to this upside down mountain shop, first peel off one soul and one spirit and stay awake, and then drink a jar of Forget Worry, reveal their true feelings. Take this opportunity to see it at a glance, or peel off the silk or cocoon, or check for omissions and fill in the gaps..."

Xu Jia was speaking up and down, and the old man said impatiently: "Stop! I'm not afraid of turning over an old calendar. In short, there is only a big place like our store now in a blessed place."

Chen Ping'an poured a bowl of wine and looked left and right. He really couldn't connect a blessed land with a shop.

In fact, there is also a blessed land in Baopingzhou, Qingtan blessed land, which is controlled by the Taoist Shengao Sect of the Continent.

It is said that the Yuguizong Jiang from Tongyezhou also controls a blessed land of cloud caves.

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked, "Old sir, I didn't go crazy yesterday, right? Where is the couple?"

The old man asked, "Don't remember?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

The old man smiled and said, "You don't remember it yourself, why should I, an outsider, remember it?"

Chen Ping'an could not refute and drank silently.

Still can't drink good or bad.

Just think it's a good entrance.

The old man remembered something, pointed to a wall, and said to Chen Ping'an: "When you see that there is no wall, you can sit down and drink, you can go there to write a poem or write a few sentences."

Xu Jia said angrily: "After drinking, one is drunk, one is to be drunk and die, and she lived and died in the wine tank for the rest of her life, and she could not sober until she died. The other is to be completely awake and see through life. Before she could finish her life, she tasted the taste of several lifetimes. I think the things written by these two kinds of people are particularly interesting. Guest, do you want to try it?"

The old man smiled and said with anger: "You're going to get hurt. Your teeth are sore. You're just so big. You're not embarrassed to think about learning from Aliang all day long."

Xu Jia said with confidence: "Miss likes Aliang so much, who else can I learn from him if I don't?"

The old man sighed: "Those who learn from me live, and those who die like me die. You have seen so many drunken ghosts and heard so many drunken words, but you can't even understand this principle?"

Xu Jia laughed and said, "I learned from Aliang, but I didn't learn from you."

The old man threw a wine glass over and said, "I know how to talk to me all day long!"

After Xu Jia gently took the wine glass, threw it high and returned it to the old man, he soon trotted and brought a pen for Chen Ping'an, "Leave some thoughts on it."

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and said helplessly: "The words I wrote are not good."

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and said, "Can you crawl worse than Aliang's earthworms? Besides, those famous calligraphy masters in the world are different from those who are called stone-pressed toads, dead snakes hanging on branches, military generals embroidered flowers, and old women wearing armor?"

The boy whispered: "I'll tell you the truth. Any word on anyone above is not good. In front of Aliang's words, they are as beautiful as immortals! If you don't believe it, you can walk over and take a look."

Chen Ping'an still hadn't taken the brush for the time being, but he got up and walked towards the wall. From a distance, he looked just a white wall, without any ink treasures. But when he approached the white wall, he found that it was full of poems, chapters and warnings.

A wide range of things.

Some people's calligraphy stands out from the crowd, and is a cursive poem that covers a huge area.

Just like a cluster of flowers, the flowers compete for beauty, only one peerless beauty takes up all the scenery.

There are also incompatible handwriting, the most eye-catching one is a crooked line of big characters. Even Chen Ping'an felt it was unsightly, and the content was speechless. "When I think of so many girls waiting for me, my conscience hurts a little." The key is that at the end of the text, I also drew a smiley face and a thumb.

There is no need to doubt that it must be Aliang's handwritten handwritten, and most people don't have the shame to write these words.

Chen Ping'an held back his smile and turned around and asked, "Old sir, keep this too?"

The young man who helped to pick up the pen said sickly: "One of the time Aliang is shameless and said that he would erase a word and pretend that he paid off a jar of wine. Secondly, my lady likes this passage very much and thinks that Aliang is just praising her. My lady also used a jar of yellow wine to exchange a novel with a novelist's ancestor, which specializes in writing about her and Aliang's... The shopkeeper, what's the name?

The old man sneered: "Transatisfaction."

Xu Jia nodded and said, "Yes, the lady also hinted at that time that the master of the novelist's master wrote more bluntly and explicitly, the better. Later, it was probably because the man couldn't write, so he wrote more implicitly. The lady was very unhappy. She ran away from home and said she was elopement. One thing was to trouble the master. She thought that his article was poorly written and a liar who seeks fame. She must spit his face in front of him."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were patrolling the various sides on the high wall. Finally, he lowered his head and saw another row of small characters in a small corner. The characters were written by Aliang, but they were not eye-catching.

I have nothing to do with the world, so I can only drink.

Aliang finally applied a word after "small" into ink blocks.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Is it okay to write anything?"

Xu Jia handed over the pen and nodded, "It's OK, as long as it is written in the blank space, everything will be done."

The young guy didn't forget to remind him: "Customer, don't write anything about XXX's trip here. It's so vulgar. Even if Aliang has such shameless content, it's better than visiting here."

Chen Ping'an took the pen, turned around and ran to the wine table, took a big sip of wine, and then returned to the wall, half-squatted and picked up the pen, and wrote a small word "小" on the ink block.

Xiao Qi, there is nothing good about the world, so it’s okay to just drink.

The old man joked: "The characters are actually not very spiritual, they just follow the rules, but staying next to Aliang's characters will make you look good. You are called cheating, no, just write something elsewhere."

Chen Ping'an nodded and began to choose blank places. However, the middle part of the wall was tightly structured. It was okay to try to get some tricks. But I always felt that it would be disrespectful to my predecessors. Moreover, most of the people who dared to write in the middle wrote very well and had a very charm. Chen Ping'an really didn't dare to write here, so he tried to look at both sides, high places or low places. Xu Jia spoke and pointed to two places, leaving a lot of blank space, one on the right side of the highest point and the other on the bottom left side.

Chen Ping'an moved, squatted on the far left, took a deep breath, and wrote down three words.

Before writing, I remembered so many sword immortals and fairy swords in Jingjian Pavilion.

So the three characters in his writing are the sword energy.

Xu Jia looked at the three words, which were pretty normal and really boring. The young man shook his head slightly, disagreed, and couldn't help but mutter, "It's obvious that he doesn't read much."

The old man rarely agreed with the shop clerk and nodded and smiled, "There is also the one who didn't drink enough wine. Hey, Dali, a young man named Chen, don't be anxious. Drink a big bowl of wine first, and drink it happily. Write some words in your heart, which is not as difficult as you think. The three jars of wine you can drink can write three sentences, and there is a last chance."

However, Chen Ping'an had already handed the brush back to Xu Jia and smiled at the old man and said, "I won't write anymore."

The old man doesn't care. The immortal keeps his ink treasures when he is drunk. It's just a small matter to get a fortune, just adding icing on the cake. The young man can't write good words, and now he is not a sword immortal. Of course, the old shopkeeper will not force others to do anything.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and asked, "Old sir, can this half jar of wine be left first? I want to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and drink it after I come back. Is it OK?"

Xu Jia shook his head vigorously, "Our wine shop has no such rules. If a jar of yellow rice wine is removed, it will be drunk in one breath. There is no reason to come out of the gate and drink it again."

The old man thought for a moment and nodded, "It's OK this time."
To be continued...