Chapter 9 Chapter 84 List

This is a small tavern, the wooden door is open, and mottled can be seen on it, it should be quite old.There are four windows on the walls on both sides, all propped up by wooden poles, allowing light to penetrate into the tavern, and a small yard can be seen at the back, and there is also a door for sailing, so the front and back are rarely transparent.Just looking in through the window, the place inside is not too big, there are only four tables, and behind the counter sits a drowsy old man with a white beard and white hair, and a few age spots on his face, he seems to be alone at dusk The old man watched the day and night indifferently.

Wang Zongjing stopped at the entrance of Xiangjiuju, glanced behind him calmly, and then walked in. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old shopkeeper behind the counter slowly raised his head and saw Wang Zongjing walking in, with a look of indifference.Wang Zongjing was not angry either, and sat down by a table inside. He glanced casually at the window next to him, and saw a small courtyard behind the tavern. A pond was dug and planted. A common poplar tree here in Liangzhou, in addition to raising some chickens and ducks, they are all scattered in the yard, walking around at will.The breeze blows.A pool of ripples was blown, and a poplar leaf slowly fell, bringing a bit of rural flavor.

The old shopkeeper walked over slowly, holding a jug of wine and two cups in his hands, and put them in front of Wang Zongjing, but his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if his throat was injured in the early years, so the voice was very unpleasant, and said: " If the business is not good, this is the only kind of wine." Wang Zongjing didn't speak, glanced at the flagon, took it and poured a cup into the quilt, but put it on the left hand side without the intention of drinking. The old shopkeeper looked at the wine glass, his eyes flickered slightly, then he lowered his voice and said, "What's the matter?"

Wang Zong nodded, and also said in a low voice: "There is something." The old shopkeeper said: "You say." Wang Zongjing said: "'White Rainbow Vine', 'Qingxu Flower' and 'Ghost Pig Saliva', I want these three things." The old shopkeeper frowned, and said, "The first two things are fine, ghost pig saliva is very rare, and I don't have any here." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Wang Zongjing, and said, "What is it for?" Wang Zongjing simply said: "Save people." The old shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, but sneered, and said: "The people around you, is there anything worth saving?"

Wang Zongjing didn't argue with him, but said in a low voice: "That person can't die, it's useful for big things." The old shopkeeper snorted, turned around and went back to the cabinet, bent down and rummaged for a while, and came back after a while, with a small paper bag in his hand, and after glancing at the empty window, he gently Put it on the table. Wang Zongjing nodded slightly, moved his wrist slightly, and the small paper bag had disappeared from the table. The two were silent for a moment, and Wang Zongjing said lightly, "How is your family?" The old shopkeeper turned his neck around, it seemed that his old arms and legs were sore everywhere, and he said casually: "It's all okay."

After the simple conversation, Wang Zongjing fell silent again, and then casually looked into the small yard inside. He saw flocks of chickens and ducks leisurely catching insects on the grass for food, or they went down the pond to roam freely. Swimming, the sun shines through the gaps of the poplar trees, turning into pieces of sun, and it seems to coat the branches and leaves of the tree with a layer of golden edge. The quiet afternoon seemed to freeze in this small courtyard. The old shopkeeper slowly took out another piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. Wang Zongjing turned his head, glanced at the paper, and said, "What?"

The old shopkeeper said indifferently: "The list of medicines you bought when you first found me here three months ago." After a pause, he suddenly looked at Wang Zongjing with great interest, and there seemed to be a hint of meaning in his dim old eyes. A deep light flashed by, and said, "Counting the years, were you also with these forty people?" Wang Zongjing raised his eyes and looked at the old shopkeeper. He didn't speak or express anything. He just held the half-folded white paper in front of him. The old shopkeeper turned around slowly, with his hands behind his back, and staggered back to the counter alone. later.The paper made a slight trembling sound between his fingers, and faint ink stains came out from underneath. Wang Zongjing spread out the white paper expressionlessly, and then saw two long rows of names on the paper.One row of twenty, two rows of forty.Between the lines, the voice and smile.His gaze, starting from the first one, looked down slowly, his mouth moved slightly silently, and his fingers also gently stroked down the paper, sliding one by one on the names that are now loud or vivid. It came down: "Guan Gao, Feng Heng, Tang Yinhu, Su Wenqing, Ying Xinran, Yu Junda, Qiu Diaosi." When Wang Zongjing saw this, he paused slightly, but there was no change on his face, and he continued to look at him. Looking down, "Liu Feishen, Wrinkle Anguo, Su Xiaolian, Nanshan??????"

After reading the forty names one after another, Wang Zongjing silently raised his head, there was a faint trace of softness in his eyes, but then it flashed by, put the paper on the table lightly, stood up, and then He walked out of the tavern without saying a word. After the figure of the young man disappeared at the entrance of the tavern, the old shopkeeper slowly came over again, first cleaned up the remaining wine, and picked up the piece of paper along the way, walked behind the counter, and casually asked a A faintly lit oil lamp placed in the corner leaned over, a tongue of flame lit up, and the paper on which many people's names were recorded was silently burned to ashes.

"There is no Xiao Ding's name." Walking out of the tavern and back on Dongshi Street, Wang Zongjing walked in the crowd, but the image of the round-headed and round-brained little boy came to his mind, and he really wanted to say Thinking about it, Xiaoding and himself can be regarded as the ones who have experienced the most things together through thick and thin.Xiao Ding's name was not on the list, but then Wang Zongjing shook his head slightly, and a faint smile flashed across his mouth: "But it's him, but he definitely won't be on this list." Memories of the past, people's faces back then seemed to show signs of rising after being stimulated by the list, Wang Zongjing took a deep breath, collected himself, threw away all these messy thoughts, and regained his composure. Calm down and move on.

There are two life-saving materials in the paper bag in his arms, but the last and rarest ghost pig's saliva is still missing.In fact, Wang Zongjing knew about this thing. It was the saliva secreted by a strange monster named "Ghost Pig" in the depths of the Great Western Swamp. On the contrary, it is a very strong antidote, so when Bian Liangji from the Yin Mo Sect mentioned these three medicinal materials, Wang Zongjing believed it a little. But ghost pig saliva is rare in the first place, especially since the place of origin of this thing is not in Liangzhou at all, but in the dead swamp in the west thousands of miles away. The possibility of finding ghost pig saliva in Luzhou City is really slim.

Thinking of this, Wang Zongjing felt a little bit sad, but he still had a glimmer of hope, and asked in some of the largest shops in Dongshi, but as expected, although Liangzhou City is extremely prosperous, all kinds of rare There are countless items, even Tiancaidibao can be seen occasionally, but the ghost pig saliva is out of stock. Returning to the street again, Wang Zongjing, who had nothing to gain, looked up at the sky and saw that it was almost an hour, so he walked to the place he had made an appointment with Ximen Yingrui.However, after arriving at the field, Wang Zongjing stood there and waited for a long while, but Ximen Yingrui didn't even appear.Wang Zongjing waited and waited, and gradually became anxious. Although Ximen Yingrui's temperament is not quite right with him on weekdays, there are a few disciples in the Yin Demon Sect who have good tempers, and Ximen Yingrui's eccentricity is still within the tolerance range It is within the range, and it is reliable to do things on weekdays. Who knows that when the key is anxious, something goes wrong for some reason. It's just that if he just turned around and left, it would be tantamount to giving up Xu Menghong's hope of survival, then this trip to Liangzhou City was in vain, perhaps, he was also desperately looking for the rare and incomparable medicine, Guizhusaliva.Wang Zongjing could only think so, trying to endure it.Waiting for another half an hour, I finally saw a flash of a figure in front of me, Ximen Yingrui's sullen figure ran quickly from the front, Wang Zongjing greeted him, seeing his anxious face, but he should not be considered lazy , the original angrily scolding words retracted, and only frowned: "What's wrong?" Ximen Yingrui ran to Wang Zongjing's side with a glimmer of hope in his anxious expression, "How many did you find?" Wang Zongjing said: "White rainbow vine, Qingxu flower, that's all, except for the ghost pig's saliva." Ximen Yingrui said: "I only found the white rainbow vine, but I heard the news that there is still the last bit of stock in a store." "What?" Wang Zongjing was taken aback, his eyes lit up immediately. Ximen Yingrui was obviously also very happy, pointed to the way, but signaled Wang Zongjing to go to Dongshi again, and said at the same time: "There is a shop owner here who said that he has a familiar shop in Dongshi called 'Three Yangge', the other boss mentioned that there were still some ghosts when I exchanged the goods with him a few days ago, but the asking price was quite high, so he didn't want it." Wang Zongjing was taken aback.After thinking carefully for a while, he shook his head and said, "Why have I never heard of this shop before?" Ximen Yingrui also said: "It's a small shop, not conspicuous. I haven't heard of it before. Anyway, I just found out about it. Let's go find it." Wang Zongjing agreed, and the two strode towards Dongshi. While walking through the crowds on the street, they carefully searched for the names of the shops on both sides. However, I don't know if this shop is really inconspicuous, so they left. They still didn't notice it after a long distance. Just when Wang Zongjing was getting restless, Wang Zongjing suddenly heard a few dogs barking suddenly from the corner behind him, which sounded familiar. It seems to be connected with a certain memory in the depths of memory. For a moment, he seemed to be a little unbelievable, turned around in a "swipe", looked behind him, and saw people rushing, the street was noisy, but there was no big dog anywhere, and even the voice was like nothing It was empty, as if it had never sounded.He was dazed for a moment, then turned around and gave a wry smile in his heart. At this moment, Ximen Yingrui in front of him suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted: "Xiao Wang is here, he is here."