When leaving the tavern, the proprietress smiled and said, "Chen Kuan always comes when he is free, but Chen Kuan didn't refuse, and agreed with a smile."

Late at night, the cool breeze suddenly rose. The lights next to the street were still on, and the noise was getting smaller. Shen Kuang walked alone on the long street, allowing the breeze to blow his hair.

After drinking, Chen Kuang felt very sober and had no sleepiness.

I had nothing to do and didn't want to go back to the inn, so I planned to stroll around the city at will. I never thought that as I walked, I would walk to a lake with a lot of pleasure boats.

There is a stone tablet by the lake, with the words "Forgetful Worry" engraved on it.

The lake is full of pleasure boats and the lights are beautiful. When standing on the shore, you can occasionally see sparse figures in the pleasure boats against the candlelight.

Chen Kuang walked along the lakeside and slowly moved forward.

In a docking pleasure boat, a middle-aged scholar in casual clothes was lying on the table and waving his pen and ink, and two maids were accompanying him.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed the passing Shen Kuang, so when Shen Kuang approached, he raised his eyes and looked at the lakeside.

A figure in a blue shirt caught my eye, and behind him was a long sword wrapped in linen, just like a mountain river man.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man suddenly had a thought in his heart, and he picked up his pen and wrote satisfactory words.

After a while, he stopped his pen, and Chen Kuang happened to walk by at this moment, so he smiled and looked over and shouted, "Is a little brother a swordsman?"

Chen Kuang stopped hearing this, turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was quite unconventional in the pleasure boat, and nodded.

"Isn't it a local person in Misty City?" the middle-aged man asked again.

Chen Kuang replied slowly, "People come from afar."

It seemed that the young man was interesting, so the middle-aged man put down his pen and walked out of the table. The maid on the side immediately put away his calligraphy. Seeing this, he immediately put away his calligraphy.

The middle-aged man leaned against the railing, only a short distance away from Chen Kuang. He looked up and down at Chen Kuang and smiled and said, "If my little brother doesn't carry a sword, I would think he is also a scholar. With such a charm, he is really a world of martial arts."

"Senior is too good to be praised, and he knows nothing about studying."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I didn't seek to improve my goals when I was studying in the past. It was not until my family fell into decline that I realized that I should study hard and change the fate of the family. I am different from my younger brothers. For younger brothers, practicing swords is to read a good book."

"It's also a waste of time to practice swords. I feel ashamed to be a good sword."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you are still young and the road is still long, you can take your time."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man seemed to feel a little moved. He stretched out his hand back, and the maid immediately put a pot of wine in his hand.

The middle-aged man took the wine pot and drank it.

Then, he looked at Chen Kuang and said, "Do you want to have a sip? The wine is the most delicious to relieve the taste."

Chen Kuang patted the gourd around his waist and said, "I have wine too."

The middle-aged man glanced at the purple-black gourd around Chen Kuan's waist and inexplicably felt that there would be good wine in the gourd, so he changed his method and asked, "So he is a fellow fellow. Does this gourd wine have a name?"

Chen Kuang replied: "The store owner said that the wine tastes light, so it is called Duoshou."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said a little surprised: "But the wine from the Pear Blossom Tavern in the city?"

Chen Kuang didn't pay much attention to the name of the tavern, so he just replied: "I didn't pay much attention to the name of that tavern, I just remember that the shopkeeper was a boss lady."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, yes, in the city."

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How could there be any other sorrowful wine?"

Seeing the middle-aged man lowering his eyebrows and thinking, Chen Kuang asked, "Senior, know that boss lady?"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and slowly said, "I am an old friend, but I have been separated for many years."

After saying this, Chen Kuang heard him chant softly again: "When the dream wakes up, people scatter a lot of sorrow, and a few people worry deep in the pear blossoms."

They are old friends, and they have been together in the same city for many years, but they seem to never meet each other.

Although Chen Kuang didn't ask much, he could vaguely feel that the middle-aged man had a little relationship with the boss lady, which may be a word of love.

The middle-aged man was melancholy for a moment and then returned to normal. He looked at Chen Kuang and smiled, "I won't disturb my little brother's interest in visiting the lake, let's go."

Chen Kuang hugged his fists and said goodbye to the middle-aged man.

After Chen Kuan left, the pleasure boat slowly drove off the shore. A shallow sound of silk and bamboo came from the pleasure boat, but the sang was not the maid on the side but the middle-aged scholar himself.

I only heard the singing, "Since he left for a hurry that day, it has been a sad and storm after late autumn. I want to make a shirt and send it to me. I thought to myself and hesitate. I have never been by my side. I don't know that you are not as fat as you."

The middle-aged man probably sang a small local song, which means it is straightforward, and his wife missed her husband in the distance. And now he sang it, probably to use this to miss a certain girl.

Although he is a man, he has a soft singing voice and is not inferior to his daughter.

On the Forgetful Lake, there are endless sounds of silk and bamboo, and the melody is constantly ringing.

Chen Kuang walked and stopped, and the more he heard, the more he missed the girl he missed in the distance.

Duoshou wine tastes a little less than that of plum pendant, but it is rare to fit the times at the moment.

Chen Kuang held the wine gourd and sipped in small mouthfuls while walking. The wine was light and the taste was strong. After drinking it all, it was appropriate.

After walking around Wangyou Lake, I saw the lake view. The night was already deep, and Shen Kuang slowly walked towards the inn.

When I returned to the inn, there were no guests in the lobby on the first floor, and only one waiter leaned against the counter and kept napping.

When he heard someone coming in, the waiter stood up subconsciously and looked at him sleepily.

The waiter really had some impression of the blue-soldier in front of him. He knew that he had already booked a room, so he just called him, without asking whether he wanted to stay in a hotel.

Chen Kuang responded when he heard this, and then he went back to the room, and the waiter continued to take a nap in the lobby.

The more silver you spend, the furnishings in the room are naturally better. For example, the bed is covered with soft quilts, and the material is not bad.

I drank a lot of wine all the way back, and with a slight sense of alcohol, I slept very soundly that night.

The next morning, Chen Kuang fell asleep and woke up naturally, but in fact it was not too late, only one more hour than usual.

After washing as usual, Chen Kuang came to the bed and opened the window.

There were already noises on the streets in the morning, and there were constant shouts of shouting and shouting along the streets, and the sound of carriages and horses coming and going.

This scene is a brutal scene, and it seems to be very noisy. It seems to like the smell of the city and Shen Kuang.

Today's breakfast was also eaten in the inn for convenience. It cost money and the breakfast was more refined than before. In addition to the white porridge and side dishes, there was also a plate of pastries and a small pot of wine.

The pastry is exquisite in style and has little wine, but the taste is extremely good.

After the sun shone brightly, Chen Kuang left the room, and the waiter then led the horse over.

Still not in a hurry on the road, Chen Kuang led the horse all the way to the city gate

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On the way, he met Jiang Yong who had already gotten on the bus. Jiang Yong followed a team of cars to Beijing, saving a lot of money.

Because the two of them were different, Jiang Yong hugged Chen Kuangyaoyao in the car and smiled and said that if he was in high school in the future, Chen Kuang would definitely go to find him when he entered Beijing.

Chen Kuan did not refuse such kindness. He and Jiang Yong were also a good friend.

Along the way, in addition to looking at the scenery, I met a few like-minded friends who met each other and had a different journey.

After passing Misty City, you have to pass even further Pingshan City and Quer City before you can reach Lingshan City. Although the road is farther away, Chen Kuan is not in a hurry and just walk slowly, and it is still a long time.

After passing Misty City, the area can be regarded as the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Great Wei Dynasty, so along the way, there are more and more small towns and villages. Often, you can meet many villages within dozens of miles.

At noon this day, because the sun was too big, the sinking situation stopped under a big tree outside the village to enjoy the cool air.

It happened that a small sect on the surrounding mountain went down the mountain to recruit disciples, so even in the scorching sun, a large number of people gathered in the open space outside the village. Some of the surrounding villagers and people who came here to see it.

In the eyes of secular people, after practicing martial arts, at least you don’t have to worry about your livelihood anymore. Therefore, for poor people, being able to enter the sect is a great gift.

In fact, they actually don’t understand why, just because they have some food to eat, which is probably the case.

Nowadays, the world is good and bad, and the more this happens, the more trembling the people at the bottom, for fear that one day, even such a poor life will be gone. Therefore, since it is better to find a good way out for your children than to stay a little by little land.

There are not many sects who come to recruit disciples. Two elders of the master sect, one man and one woman, and several younger generations are not very high in cultivation, and the highest in cultivation is the Great Perfect Realm of All Things.

This was the first time Chen Kuang saw a sect recruiting disciples. One of the two elders seemed to be touching the roots and bones of each child. Chen Kuang heard from the master that this method, but he didn't know how to do it.

If the roots and bones are suitable, they will be handed over to another elder to continue to investigate. Since it is a sect, no matter how big or small, it will have a few skills. Therefore, it is unknown what method to use.

Chen Kuang sat under the big tree and was in great interest to watch the scene not far away.

As both of them are practicing, the few people in that small sect naturally noticed each person and a horse under the big tree.

Among them, a young disciple looked at Chen Kuang not far away and said slowly: "Senior sister, I heard that there are many people dressed in blue shirts in the world recently, and they all learn from the Nanke Sword God, each with one sword."

The woman called her senior sister heard this and said, "Most of them are seeking fame, so the junior brother doesn't need to care."

The woman started earlier than this young disciple and followed her master to travel around the world to see many big scenes, so she was very disdainful of these people in the martial arts world who liked to pretend to be powerful.

The young disciple has only been a few years since he started his new school, but his qualifications are excellent. Now it is in the early stage of the Wanxiang Realm. It is impossible to break through to the Guiyuan Realm in time and it is very popular among the elders of the master.

Although the young disciple is very talented, he never is arrogant. He is not even so concerned about practice, but he just finds it interesting.

This time, in addition to recruiting disciples, he would actually discuss and communicate with other sects. He came here to open his eyes.

The young disciple had no other thoughts about the blue shirt guest, and was more curious because he felt that this blue shirt wanted to match the man very much.

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