After sitting for a while, it was really boring, and it was not easy to jump into the water to fish. Thinking about it, it was not in line with my identity. After all, I am the Dingtian King of Dagan, His Majesty the Ninth Prince, and I can kill Hei in front of the virtual realm.
He must be a powerful person with swords and swords. He was a little embarrassed to act like a child, but he really wanted to jump into the pool and touch the cracks in the rocks. In addition to fish, he might also be able to touch one or two river crabs.
It took a lot of effort for Li Luo to suppress the desire in his heart. It was strange. What connection did this village have with him? Why could it stir up his emotions from time to time? He couldn't help himself. He shook his head and walked out from under the locust tree.
He stood up on the stone and walked towards the village. The tiles of the house behind the treetops could already be seen, but there was a wine shop on the way into the village, accompanied by green bamboos. The bamboos had grown a lot, and the breeze blew gently.
Put it up, as if to say hello to him and come back.
The wine shop is quite old, and there is even moss growing under the threshold of the door. The owner is too lazy to clean it up. However, the wine shop has a good wine flag, made of brocade embroidery, with the word "wine" written on it with flying dragons and phoenixes. At first glance, it seems a bit flamboyant.
Looking at it again, I can see that it is restrained. A small word seems to have thousands of emotions on it.
This wine flag is waiting for someone. Li Luo squinted his eyes and looked at it again and again. He seemed familiar. This weaving method and this craftsmanship seemed to have been seen somewhere before.
The flying needle leads the thread, just like the embroiderer is guided by his thoughts, which is touching, lingering, and beautiful.
What a wine flag, Li Luo looked at it infatuatedly, trying to string together the fragments of images deep in his heart, but before he could remember them all, a basin of water fell from the sky, pouring down his pocket, and he was looking at the wine flag.
He was lost in thought and forgot to hide for a moment, so he got caught in the shower. Li Luo twirled a vegetable leaf stuck to his face and looked intently at the man walking out of the wine shop. He was startled and the two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time.
Then he tentatively called out: "Brother Yin?"
The man wiped his hands and smiled: "You are back."
Back? Li Luo frowned slightly, why did he say this? Should I come back?
"Brother Yin, why are you here?"
"Brother Yin? Haha, why are you so outspoken? Haven't you always called me Lao Yin? Why, when I went out to the mountains, I even changed my title." The man laughed loudly and pulled Li Luojin up familiarly.
He went to the wine shop and said, "The newly brewed wine you came back is just right. Try it quickly!"
Li Luo was pulled in involuntarily, and was pressed by this familiar figure at the table. The man rushed behind the counter excitedly, bent down and took out a jar of wine. The seal was still there, but it was not time to unseal it.
The altar was placed on the table with two bowls, and there were not even any dishes to go with the wine. He hurriedly opened the wine jar and poured a full bowl for Li Luo. He looked at him with interest and an eager look on his face.
Luo looked at the wine bowl, then looked at the acquaintance in front of him, full of doubts, but it was hard to reject the hospitality, so he couldn't resist the kindness of others. He pondered for a while, picked up the bowl and took a sip, frowned, and then looked at the person's face.
With expectant eyes, he spit out a mouthful of wine, choked and coughed repeatedly, his face instantly turned red to the root of his neck, and he shouted: "What kind of wine is this? It's so spicy!"
The man was stunned, his face instantly fell, and then he poured a bowl without giving up, raised it to his lips and dipped it in. Before the wine entered his throat, his face first turned red, and then turned dark, and he couldn't hold back even half a mouthful.
The wine spurted out, but it was very uncomfortable to watch. He looked at the wine jar on the table with a depressed expression and remained silent.
Li Luo couldn't bear it and advised: "This wine is good, maybe it's not old enough..."
A trace of anger flashed across the man's face, and he grabbed the wine jar and was about to throw it out of the wine shop, but when he saw someone walking in from outside the wine shop, he quickly regained his strength and did not smash the wine jar on the person. Li Luo turned around
Looking at it, it turned out to be a girl's house...she must have been a widow. Her brows were cold, as if she was repelling people thousands of miles away. She was as clear as an orchid on the top of a snow-capped mountain. Whether the flowers were fragrant or beautiful, they were just enjoying themselves.
"Miss Mu, why are you here?" the wine shop owner greeted, put down the wine jar in his hand, and asked with a smile.
The woman said coldly: "I told you to call me Mrs. Lin."
The shopkeeper laughed and said, "I'm used to it and I can't change it for a while."
The woman surnamed Mu glanced at Li Luo at the table in the hall, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and sneered: "You are willing to come back."
Li Luo opened his mouth, a little confused. He should have never seen this cold and charming woman. Why did she speak like this? Although her tone was cold, her tone was obviously not the first time she had met him. Weird...
"Mu... Um, I wonder why you are here?" If his eyes were like daggers, the owner of the restaurant might have been stabbed three times and would not end well.
Li Luo watched the two people talking quietly, staring at the wine shop owner who was almost exactly the same as Yin Mohuai. He also called himself Lao Yin. He didn't know if the scholar from Tiannan who he had an acquaintance with was the same person.
If so, why would he end up in the virtual realm...
"Buy wine."
"Uh, drink?"
"Tomorrow is the death anniversary of my husband-in-law."
"By the way, look at my memory." The shopkeeper patted his forehead and was annoyed for a while, then continued, "This wine is for you. Tomorrow I will go to pay homage to Lin Xiucai. It just so happened that Xuanlou came back too.
Go ahead."
Li Luo was slightly startled, his pupils tightened, he looked at the two people who turned to look at him, smiled, and neither said to go nor said not to go. Here, he was also called Xuanlou, should he ask about his surname?
What?
Miss Mu was not polite. She looked at the jar of newly opened wine on the table and said, "Just this jar."
"Okay, I'll take it with me when I go there tomorrow. Mrs. Lin's body is delicate and her flesh is expensive, so it's not easy to carry it."
Miss Mu raised her eyebrows and turned a deaf ear to the shopkeeper's teasing and sarcastic words. She turned to leave the restaurant. When she passed by Li Luo, she stopped and looked at him coldly, "You will do the same tomorrow."
Come?"
Li Luo squeezed out a smile and nodded slightly. Miss Mu snorted coldly, raised her feet and walked out, saying as she walked, "Don't force it, don't come if you don't want to come."
After Miss Mu's back disappeared, the shopkeeper spoke softly and lowered his voice: "Xuanlou, it's good if you can figure it out. In fact, you should have gone long ago."
"Where to go?"
"Pay homage to Lin Xiucai."
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"How did he die?"
"Drown."
"Drown?"
"Well, just that river."
"River? You mean the stream at the door?"
"right."
Li Luo was at a loss for words, and it took him a long time to say: "It's not easy to drown people in this river."