"Lu Ming, go and help me deliver this wine to Sun Er of the iron shop." While Lu Ming was concentrating on learning how to make wine, he suddenly heard the old wine man's cry. Since Lu Ming followed the old wine man, he learned and
After falling in love with drinking, I was out of control. Not only did I drink, but I also had to learn how to make wine.
After a period of study, Lu Ming has become a qualified winemaker. The wine he brews has a little smell. Lu Ming’s goal is to brew better Wangyou wine. However, Lu Ming’s learning process of winemaking
I discovered a truth: making wine is like practicing, which also requires understanding and unremitting efforts.
After Lu Ming treated the process of brewing wine as the process of cultivation, he gradually discovered that what shocked him was that as he accumulated over time, he had not deliberately practiced his spiritual consciousness and had made some progress!
This may be because he was only concerned about practicing but ignored his spiritual consciousness. It is precisely because of his previous accumulation that he has made great improvements during this period of quiet understanding of winemaking and cultivation!
"Iron Shop?" Lu Ming was a little confused and came to Qingshan Street for three years. He was very familiar with it, but he didn't see any Iron Shop. The old man shouldn't have said it wrong.
Old wine Wengsai gave him five jars of wine, looked at Lu Ming's somewhat puzzled expression and said, "Just just walk to Qingyun Street and walk to the end, his house is at the end of the street, you will definitely not miss it."
Lu Ming frowned slightly. He hadn't been to it, but he had never seen any iron shop. He had never heard of the iron shop. Could it be that he was dizzy and deaf?
However, although I was very confused, I still walked towards the end of the street according to the old wine man. There was indeed a shop at the end of the street, and the sound of the iron making a sound of "dingdong dingdong". However, the point in front of the shop showed that there was a shop owner's logo.
, Only the "jingle jingle" sound proves that this is a blacksmith shop.
At the entrance of the old wine-written pub, he symbolically hung the word "wine" for many years. And what's very strange is that he had never heard the sound of a iron here before.
This is strange, why did there be no sound before? He had passed by here more than once, and always thought that this was just an ordinary house, an extremely ordinary wooden house, a simple and clean house.
Pushing open the door, a 10-year-old girl with a braided braid ran out head-on. Maybe she heard the sound, but saw different people, but she could recognize the five jars of wine in his hand.
She slowed down and walked over carefully. She had never seen such a handsome brother before. She couldn't help but want to get close, but because of the relationship between strangers, she walked very slowly.
When Lu Ming saw this, he fell in love with her sister, as cute as hers, and couldn't help but show his doting intentions: "Little sister, is this Uncle Sun Er's iron shop? I'm here to deliver wine."
The little girl was stunned when she saw Lu Ming as a stranger. When she heard Lu Ming's words, she nodded. Her voice was like a silver bell and spread far away: "Yes, yes, you are here to find my father.
Yes? Come with me, he is complaining about why Grandpa Jiu’s wine hasn’t been delivered yet!”
Lu Ming followed her and asked a few casually. It turned out that the child was named Sun Erya, and he was the only daughter of this blacksmith Sun Er.
"I hate this name so much! My father would add the word Ya to his name, so I can't stand it!" Sun Erya would be so angry that she stamped her feet whenever she thought of this.
"Silly girl, that's because your father loves you." He couldn't help but think of his father, and became a little worried.
The little girl didn't take care of the reaction of the older brother behind her and kept muttering: "I love me? Why do you say it? Dad sometimes loves me very much, but he... I always feel strange.
”
Lu Ming smiled but said nothing. Maybe it was because of the same kind of fatherly love. One sentence is enough!
He followed Eryato back, and the sound of the iron "ding ding dangdang!" became louder and louder, but suddenly a crisp sound of "ding--!", all the sounds stopped abruptly.
Lu Ming looked at a dark, with a black face, even with a circle of black charcoal on it, and he could hardly tell what it looked like.
Thinking that this should be Uncle Sun, I hurriedly walked over, but Xiao Erya stopped her. She glared at her eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad! You have made yourself so dark again, it's so ugly.
!" And it was so shameless for outsiders to see this look. She was still such an immortal brother...
"Uh?" Sun Er was stunned and touched his head honestly and said, "I thought it was that old man who came to bring me wine again, and we two old men will compete again! It turns out that we changed our little apprentice today.
!Come on, how about you come and have a bowl with me?"
This Sun Er, only a foreigner like Lu Ming, doesn't know his habits. He only works one day a month, and the time is fixed. On the third day of each month, the other time is the closing time, so Lu Ming has never seen this blacksmith shop, and he also
It would be normal not to hear the sound of iron making a sound here. However, when Sun Er made a blacksmith, he still needed to prepare five jars of strong liquor. After drinking it, he would be very energetic.
He and the old wine man have been friends for many years. They both enjoy drinking, so they must come every month. Today, they were in a daze for a moment. Why did they change people? They didn't feel uncomfortable. This boy looks handsome,
The person the old wine man likes will definitely not be bad.
So he put down his work and wanted to drag the young man to drink. Sun Erya was anxious: "Dad! Don't you work? Are you going to drink?"
She put her hands on her hips, and she was quite imposing to not give up until she achieved her goal: "The cabinet next door of Mrs. Zhao's house said it was necessary to use iron to prevent the rat from being eaten by the rat. Do you have the heart to let her things be gnawed by the rat?
The rich family in Qian Manwai across the street, do you have to wait for another month? And! Where is the thing you promised to call me? Where is it!"
Yaya, what a pussy! Mother is gone, you dare not stop working! She is getting lazy and lazy. Seeing that her father has a faint desire to retreat, she still pulls her to drink when she doesn't let go.
He pinched himself hard and two golden beans fell out: "Dad, how can you be worthy of my dead mother? You are so addicted to drinking like life. How can you be so great? When your mother was alive, you promised to do so.
Avoid drinking!"
In the end, Sun Erkang just gave his daughter a tearful attack and groaned, but he was thinking, every time he used this trick, who would you deceive? But he was just like this. If there wasn't a daughter to take care of him, he would have been
At once……
"Boy, I've let you go back this time. I've agreed that you will come again tomorrow and ask the old man to prepare more wine. If you bring it, I'll give him the money. He won't be missing."
The hand, which was covered in unknown things, touched Lu Ming's white clothes.
Erya's face was full of black lines. This dad, how could she feel in front of this handsome brother? Since her mother passed away, no one has ever been willing to play with her. Today, my brother finally came to play with him but made her feel embarrassed.
!
"Come on, I'll take you to see my baby." A young man finally came to see him, but he was reluctant to let him go. This is not good at Qingyun Street. Others say that their family's feng shui is not good.
There were basically no one coming at the end of the street. But... why didn't he say that the door of his house didn't look like a welcome place to enter?
All kinds of ironware were polished to a shiny shiny, various farm tools, and all kinds of gadgets...uh...Is this what Erya said to ask Uncle Sun Er to make?
"Eya, do you know the windmill?"
Lu Ming suddenly said this. I wonder if he was curious, Erya came over and said, "I don't know... is it fun?"
"I'll make one for you one day."
"Okay, okay!"
"What about my things? I, Sun Er, is also famous in Qingyun Street, and there are many people who come here to see it."
He said proudly, Erya curled her lips, and saw that Lu Ming was very enthusiastic and couldn't say anything else, but she sighed in her heart: Oh... she is another person who is going to be brainwashed by her father. She is
How many times have I heard it!
From then on, Lu Ming was no longer alone in Qingshan Street. There was another little girl behind him following her all day long, and the sweet "brother" made Lu Ming very happy.
...
Time flies quickly, no more or less, and autumn leaves fall three times, for three full years. The practice has come to an end for a while, and Lu Ming has already reached the threshold of the Wuzong. I believe that as long as there is an opportunity, it will be possible to break through soon.
Recently, Qingshan Street, which was originally very quiet, suddenly many monks in different clothes came to see each other for some reason, which made Lu Ming very surprised.
Most of these monks are low-level monks, coming and going in a hurry, with a hint of fatigue on their faces. Looking at the mortals like Lu Ming, with disdain in their eyes, they look very noble and superior.
However, Lu Ming didn't care. He cared about what these people came here to do. The originally peaceful life here had to be broken again. If so, many mortals like Lao Jiuweng had to leave their hometown again.
Lu Ming sighed lightly and continued to walk forward. Today is the third year of junior high school. He was walking on the way to Sun's Blacksmith's house, carrying five pots of strong wine in his hand and a hare that was killed on the mountain.
Add a meal to Uncle Sun Er.
But in the past, you could hear the jingle sound of iron from a distance. Today, for some reason, Lu Ming couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
More than a dozen monks from the sixth and seventh level of Qi training passed by, bringing waves of vigorous winter wind to brush the very quiet street. I don’t know how many years this street has existed. Judging from some clues in these streets,
It may have a history of hundreds of years.
The iron door on the ancient road squeaked with the cold wind, and Lu Ming felt a chill for the first time by the wind!