Ningxiang Pavilion is the most prosperous wine shop on the south bank. It is full of people all the time, and all kinds of rumors and news are surging like the tide. It is probably only here that the rivers and lakes do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Drinking wine and chips are intertwined, the singing and dancing birds are a scene, the chessboard and the dice cup

, the shouting of the market is another scene. In the intersection of elegance and vulgarity, all kinds of people, regardless of their status, are mixed together. If you have a pair of discerning eyes, you will accidentally discover the top masters hidden among them. Even people from

Rangers on the North Bank also don't forget to stop at Ningxiang Pavilion to smell the most famous wine on the South Bank and listen to the most fascinating legends of the rivers and lakes on the South Bank.

In the commotion, suddenly a young man waving a paper fan and wearing a long knife crossed the street with his servants and entered the Ningxiang Pavilion. He was dressed in silk and satin and was very eye-catching among the civilians. It seemed as if he was being blown into the air.

A breeze brought in a clear sky, as blue as the sky. The crown sash inlaid with pearls and emeralds shone dazzlingly. A clear voice instantly knocked down all the noise: "Innkeeper, two pots of hot wine." He chose a shop.

In the center, Jie Dao sat down. The servant was about the same age as him, but slightly shorter, and looked as fair and delicate as the young master. He looked around warily before sitting down beside him.

The store owner immediately greeted me warmly from behind the counter, wiped the table, served tea, and introduced the characteristics of the store in a tongue-twisting manner.

The young master was very patient. He listened to the chatter with a half-smile before replying: "I have always heard that the wine in Ningxiang Pavilion is mellow, and the hero is happy and forgets to leave. Get the best wine here."

The shopkeeper understood, and with a smile on his face, he grasped the two silver coins secretly stuffed under the table: "Sit less, sit less."

The two of them did not talk, did not drink tea, and sat in silence. However, the sounds from every corner could be heard. Everyone was whispering, except for the commoner drinker who was leaning on the railing next to the shop door and remained calm, ignoring the laughter of others.

The scolding was just air. No matter how noisy the silk and bamboo orchestras were in the shop, people were coming and going, or even the earth was falling apart, he only had one posture: with his legs crossed, a bronze scabbard on his pillow, and his decadent and messy temple hair hanging on his forehead.

The front half of the face is covered, and the half-drunk man is holding a wine jar and pouring himself a drink. His empty eyes are projecting on the passers-by on the street, as if they are isolated in another space. He is dressed in a solemn black cloth and has a body as thin as a knife.

, it was really chilly. The ubiquitous white pigeons actually landed on the window lattice, cooing and cooing to join in the fun. A murderous light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the drinker, and he immediately turned gloomy again, his face ashen.

The servant exchanged glances with Mr. Chang Dao, and then went to the corner. Hearing the shopkeeper's long voice from afar, he came quickly: "The wine - here -" appropriately blocked the two of them.

At the table, a playful smile pushed the wine tray in front of the two of them: "Sir, anyone who drinks this wine will never forget Ningxiang Pavilion."

The long-sword man smiled awkwardly and sat back down. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bartender raising his eyes and smiling sternly at him. The smile made people take a breath of air. Then he leisurely picked up the long sword and wanted to go out, without paying or paying.

No one pressed him for drink money.

Before the store owner could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Mr. Chang Dao laugh and say, "Brother Xie, why bother leaving in a hurry?"

The man stopped and snorted coldly: "I don't bother to associate with villains."

The servant retorted: "It's a pity that the head of Chu didn't think highly of Brother Xie. Otherwise, with the sky full of white doves and the gathering of heroes, why wouldn't they enter Ningxiang Pavilion?"

The man seemed to have been stabbed in a painful spot. He shuddered and shook his head. Just as the man with the long sword was approaching, he suddenly pulled out a section of the sword and placed it in front of the man's neck: "Get out of this store before counting to ten.

Otherwise, let me speak with the knife on your waist." The cups and plates fell to the ground in unison, and the drinkers immediately retreated from half of the room in shock, while the other half of the room also took the initiative to retreat to the corner and watch.

While the man was counting, the young master took a step back in shock, then smiled calmly and said: "Brother Xie, my father is spending a lot of money to look for you. He is very concerned about your talents."

The man laughed dryly and said, "Is that huge sum of money used to put a reward on my head?"

The young master shook his head and sighed, expressing his sincerity: "Misunderstanding. Qin is just complaining about Brother Xie."

"Three, four..." The man still had a disdainful and sharp expression.

"Brother Xie has been working for Nan'an for ten years, but in the end there is no one around him to drink and talk with."

"five!"

"At this moment, I'm afraid that Brother Xie has intentions and the Chu family is ruthless."

The man smiled coquettishly: "We haven't seen each other for ten years, and there are only two times. That piece of paper full of flattery was actually written by you?"

"I just left a letter on behalf of my father and said what he wanted to say. Brother Xie has a great spirit, but Master Chu's actions are really unkind."

The letter was delivered to him in public, and the disciples of the Zhuyu Sword Sect would naturally not let such a thing go. Under the fierce questioning from everyone, he did not resist or explain, and only smiled with a smile that everyone hated.

Answer. Before the leader came back to deal with the matter, he had quietly packed his bags and left the Zhuyu Sword Sect. Because he knew that in the South Bank arena, there was no more vicious accusation than "he is from the North Bank". He was suspected of being a Zhuyu Sword Sect.

The document was circulated among various factions, with the general intention of expelling him. However, the document was neither signed nor vetoed by the leader.

"Thank you, brother, Wangjiangtai is waiting for you at any time." The young master thought he had a trick and laughed loudly. However, before he laughed three times, his face became stiff.

A murderous cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and he pulled out a sword blade from his waist, and the corners of his straight mouth twitched slightly. He swirled the wine in the glass, and the bright black sword blade shone with a cold luster, mixed with the same cold light in the wine glass.

, making the white jade cup holding the wine tremble. "Send a message to your father." The light of the knife flashed in the palm, and a deep cut was made in the left palm, and bright red blood flowed along the scar into a blood line.

, dripping into the cup, and slowly spreading out, like an enchanting dance. His eyes showed a fierce light, with a bit of arrogant viciousness: "One day the river flows, the blood boils, and the fire in the heart boils.

Burn for a day."

The young master stared at the half-cup of bright red for a long time and sighed: "Brother Xie is as sharp as before."

"He taught me: the longer you owe, the more you have to pay." A gloomy light reflected from his murderous eyes. The slightly tilted cup drew an arc in the air, and half a cup of blood wine slowly spilled out.

, seeping into the soil, as if many years of grievances have condensed into the soil of the south bank with this glass of wine. Looking around, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "You all remember this face: this is Qin Shi, the eldest son of Qin in the north bank.

Head Chu has said that visitors from the North Bank should not be ignored. If he wants to stay at the hotel, it is best to inform Head Chu, so as not to be accused of being disrespectful." After saying this, he rolled up his long sword and walked to the street.

.The bustling crowd instantly drowned his strange figure.

Qin Shi was left alone to face the hostile eyes around him.

"Is he really the eldest son of the Qin family?" The shopkeeper trembled and immediately put the two silver coins back into the hands of the servant.

"Why, aren't people from the North Shore welcome to come and have a drink?"

"You are welcome to drink. If you want to find out more information, you should go directly to Mr. Chu! This small shop cannot accommodate such a distinguished guest as you."

Qin Shi laughed loudly: "If I can find Master Chu, I won't come to your store to inquire about him."

The guest suddenly interjected: "Look for it with your skills! Have you seen those pigeons? Where the white pigeons start, the hero is ordered to conquer all directions. This is the rule of the South Bank. If you find the pigeons, you will naturally find him!"

Qin Shi paused for a while before he smiled and said: "Are those white pigeons? Can they really mobilize the heroes of the world? No one will kill one to make soup? I also heard that the people of the Zhuyu Sword Sect were killed without incident.

The leader doesn’t care about me, it’s hard to live up to his reputation!”

"Young master, are you telling a joke!" Another man with a stern face jumped out from the corner, "For the sake of the head of Chu, it is really indecent to treat the master as a guest. You'd better take back your arrogance.

Leave this place as soon as possible." Many men around stood up from their seats, and another storyteller waved a paper fan and smiled: "People from the North Shore, don't talk sarcastically. If you have the ability, find Master Chu and compete with him.

Compete."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Qin Shi naturally felt bored. He looked around and saw how many pairs of eyes that could kill were staring straight at him, just like a group of hungry wolves staring at the prey they were about to catch. "Let's... go drink somewhere else..." He

He said hello to the entourage beside him, and then left amid boos.

Not long after, the man in black who had left earlier came back and sat back in his original seat. The waiter saw him and took the initiative to bring the freshly warmed wine. He still crossed his legs and looked out the window boredly.

Frequent guests and annoying pigeons cooed above his head.

As soon as he raised his hand, a stone from nowhere flew out of his hand and hit the eaves of the opposite house. The pigeons jumped up in fright, suddenly flapped their wings and fled, leaving only a street of white feathers swirling and flying. Everyone looked at them with disdain and horror.

Inside, a deep voice chuckled: "Catch a pigeon to make soup? Not a bad idea."

No one dared to refute, and the person who just shouted for Qin Shi to take back his arrogance just stared at him. The shopkeeper was afraid that something would happen again, and waved his hands to signal the drinkers to ignore this madman. Storyteller Ruo

He glanced at the man thoughtfully and shook his head. However, someone immediately pulled him to the center and asked, "By the way, who was tired of living and killed Jinyi Ke?" Everyone surrounded the man.

The storyteller continued to talk nonsense, talking from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, but he didn't know when he went off topic.

No one paid attention to the man anymore, so he poured himself a drink in silence. It wasn't until the red sun set that he wrapped his long sword in the oily black cloth, put it on his back, and then called the waiter for the first time to give it to him.

A few pieces of broken silver: "This month's wine money, please settle the account." The waiter held the few pieces of broken silver, as if holding a rare treasure, and stood there for a long time. The shadow that swayed left and right passed through the already deserted street in the blink of an eye, and disappeared.

Lost traces.

At dusk, amid the constant sound of pigeon whistles, Mr. Qin returned to the hotel. A gray pigeon landed in front of his window, cooing eagerly. As soon as he raised his hand, the pigeon jumped obediently.

I stroked the shiny and warm fur on my upper arm affectionately, brushed away the wind and dust, and looked at the setting sun in front of the window, slowly falling towards the source of the long river.

He picked up the pen and left a note: "Where the white dove rises, the hero is ordered to complete the festival. The leader of the South Bank League is indeed a real name. Although I have not seen Chu Tao, my heart is still awe-inspiring. It is better to take a look at him early."

When the book was dry, he stuffed the letter into the lacquer tube, reluctantly stroked the gray dove, and raised his hand toward the sky.
Chapter completed!